#for context I was dead on the couch

[shaykai]

Yesterday I was taking the nappiest nap I think I’ve ever napped and my dad woke me up to get groceries and I legit grabbed the remote to try and pause my dream so I could help

[hawkinsbnbg]

Rockstar Eddie Munson had a youtube channel where he uploaded short vlogs about him and his husband.

Sometimes it was an inside joke they shared, Eddie would say “elegante” in a perfect Spanish accent and Steve would giggle until his face turned red, leaving their audience confused.

Today, it was Steve recording their video. He did his little wave at the camera and then aimed it at Eddie who was lounging on the couch, reading a thick book with glasses.

Steve: Babe,

Eddie, tilting his head slightly: Yeah?

Steve: I’m always right, isn’t it?

Eddie, still unaware he’s being recorded: Depends on the context. *pauses for 3 seconds and blinks* Actually, I think you’ll be right in any context.

Steve, laughing behind the camera: Then what if I say ABBA is superior to Black Sabbath?

Eddie, finally looking up from his book and staring at the camera dead in the eyes: That's not context. That’s blasphemy.

Steve, turning the camera back to himself: See? All men do is lie.

Eddie, in the background: I always love you, sweetheart, but there got to be a limit—

The video ended before Steve’s response could be heard. But everyone knew it was all fine, because the next day, Eddie Munson and his husband were spotted happily making eyes over a milkshake in some random diner.

[evie-sturns]

teach me - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you find out you’re bestfriend chris is a total virgin, and has never touched himself, you offer to teach him everything

contains: nsfw, sub!chris, virginity loss, inexperienced!chris, handjob, fluff.

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chris and i have been friends for years, i met him in middle school when we were placed in the same class.

we tell eachother most things, but a topic that never gets brought up often between us is our personal sex life, obviously he makes dirty jokes every hour of the day but that’s about it.

i sit on the couch with chris as we yap about useless topics,

suddenly he goes dead silent.

“chris?” i question, inspecting his blank face. he shakes his head before speaking,

“what.” he mutters, my eyebrows furrow from the very unexpected change in attitude.

“what happened with you?” i ask, scooting closer to him on the couch and tracing my fingers over his knuckles.

“i can tell you anything right?” he whispers, my heart rate starts to subtly pick up.

“yes- of course!” i state with a nervous laugh.

he hesitates for a moment, his hand reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck.

“i’m like, really frustrated.” he says with no other context,

“frustrated? did i say something-“ i fidget with his hand.

“no! like… sexually frustrated-“ he says barely above a whisper.

my cheeks flush, that’s the first time chris has mentioned anything sexually involving him.

“oh? when was the last time you fucked a girl.” i ask calmly, he buries his face into his palms with a small groan

“never.” he whines quietly.

“what?”

“never!” he repeats slightly louder.

“you’re a virgin?” i ask, he nods shyly.

“you’re the most- i mean i just didn’t expect that-“ i ramble, trying to make him feel better.

“i’m honestly coming up on 21 and i’ve never done anything it’s so annoying.” chris speaks up.

“i get it, just do stuff with yourself.” i sigh,

“i don’t know how to..” he groans,

“you don’t know how to do what?” i ask,

“touch myself? i don’t fucking know-“ he says.

a small laugh escapes my lips, “you are literally the most horny man i know, how have you gone a solid 20 years without touching yourself.”

“i’ve never had a need to, but these past few months have been.. different” he laughs,

“jesus chris, i understand why you’re frustrated now.” i scoff,

he nods with a grin, a silence filling the living room.

he avoids eye contact before opening his mouth, “you’re like.. the only person who knows about that.”

i nod, “thank you for telling me chris.”

“so- you genuinely don’t know how to touch yourself?” i repeat,

“i mean i know how to but i’ve never tried- i did try once but i don’t think i did it right cause it didn’t feel good.” he sighs.

“i can teach you.” i blurt out, almost cutting him off. i clasp a hand over my mouth before spinning around.

he goes quiet, almost contemplating his decision.

“would you?- teach me..?” he whispers,

“i- i mean i guess” i reply,

how the fuck is this happening.

chris’s chest rises and falls more dramatically now, he runs a hand through his long silky hair.

i stand up off the couch, grabbing his hand and tugging him up.

i pull him down the corridor into his bedroom, “god what are the chances of you, chris sturniolo, being a total virgin?” i say in disbelief, his cheeks go red with a small laugh.

i sit him down on the edge of his bed, “we’re really doing this?” he asks,

“it’ll just be- normal, just a one time thing. i mean it’s a positive thing and you’ll finally be able to do stuff with yourself!” i smile,

“o-okay you can just tell me everything i need to do.” he breathes,

“let’s start by getting these off you.” i say crouching down next to the edge of the bed and tugging his sweatpants down his legs.

“you might wanna take your shirt off, you’ll get hot.” i tell him,

he complies, discarding his shirt onto the pile of pillows at the other end of the bed.

he sits in just his boxers.

i take in a deep breath before harshly pulling my shirt off my body, exposing my completely bare chest.

i mean, i had to get him hard at some point?

a small “woah” escapes his raw lips as he shamelessly stares

“woah is crazy.” i mock him, earning a small giggle from him.

i push him further back onto the bed, his back resting against the headboard.

i sit down and straddle his thighs, looking down at him slightly.

“okay, can i take these off?” i ask, tugging at the hem of his black boxers, which have a large tent in them.

“yeah- go for it-“ he sighs with an excited grin.

i tug them down, his erection springing out and resting against his stomach.

“oh my god chris!” i state without thinking,

“is it bad?” he instantly replies with,

“no- no just big.” i whisper,

i take his length into my hand, just holding it up right.

he sighs deeply,

i almost forget i’m meant to be teaching him.

“right, so give me your hand.” i say, grabbing his hand

i spit into the palm of his hand, “oh-“ he breathes,

“sorry.” i giggle,

i grab his wrist and guide his hand to his cock.

“what i want you to do first is just rub that spit all over it f’me.” i say, looking into chris’s eyes.

he wraps his hand around his dick, before stroking it slowly up and down.

“there we go, just like that.” i nod, he watches his hand intently as it runs up and down his length.

i adjust my position on his thighs before holding the outside of his hand, and taking it off his dick.

i just hold the outside of his hand now, moving it wherever i want it.

“i only need your thumb right now.” i whisper, he nods, curling all his other fingers.

i hold his thumb and brush it over his raw tip, a small gasp escapes his mouth.

“just keep rubbing that for me.” i instruct him softly,

he nods frantically as he continues to do exactly that.

i guide his thumb into his slit, a pathetic gasp escapes his lips, “oh my god!” his voice raises a couple octaves.

“good boy, you’re doing really well.” i praise him, which he responds very well to,

i hear several loud whimpers fall from his lips, along with his hips lifting slightly off the bed.

“now give me your other hand.” i say, prying his hand away from the sheets.

i place it on the lower portion of his dick, and guide it up and down.

i squeeze his hand slightly around his dick, his mouth falling open.

“i- i need to stop its getting too much!” he protests with tears pooling in his eyes,

“no sweetheart, that just means you’re about to finish, which will feel really nice, okay?” i assure him,

“fuck-! yes-“ he squeezes out, bucking his hips up into his hands.

his eyes are squinted open slightly, still directly staring at my tits.

i take my hand off the outside of his, and reach it down to cup his balls.

that seems to tip him over the edge.

“pleasepleasepleaseplease”

he rambles, throwing his head back against the headboard before spurts of white land on his stomach and chest.

“good, so so good, keep running your hand up and down and ride it out.” i instruct him, which he does.

he slowly takes his hands away, letting them fall limp onto the sheets as he’s completely silent.

“that- that felt incredible y/n.” he pants in shock,

“how did i go 20 years without ever doing that? jesus.” he covers his flushed face with his hands.

“you did so well.” i assure him, he lets out a soft whine.

i laugh lightly, “you respond well to words like that” i say under my breath.

“mmhm.” he agrees, “that shit did something to me.”

i reach over and tug on my shirt, he lays still on the bed,

streaks of white still lay across his torso.

“oh- hold on.” i say, grabbing his shirt and starting to gently clean him up.

i tug up his boxers and sweatpants, he sighs deeply before flopping down on the bed.

“thank you- so much.” he sighs,

“do you want me to.. maybe teach you more tomorrow?” i ask boldly,

his eyes almost light up, “shit, please do.” he laughs.

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[the-s1lly-corner]

ADMIN IM NOT THE ANON WHO ASKED BUT I WANT IN ON THIS TOO

Artist!Reader asking the slashers if they can pose naked for a still life drawing please!!/non sexual

Jason, Michael, Brahms being asked to pose nude for artist!reader

chat dont tell anyone this but i keep misspelling michaels name and always rely on the red squiggle line to remind me to fix it i keep putting e before a notes: reader is gn, including their reactions and general feel for the request, non sexual post, short post cws: nudity

JASON

he has mixed feelings about being nude- on one hand he knows its just his natural body, but on the other hand the only time hes seen others nude is when theyre doing something sexual so naturally he cant help but tie that to his own nude body... it also makes him feel... vulnerable to you

if he does agree to it hes not going to be fully nude, and its going to take him a long while to warm up to the idea- dont pressure him, of course... will be wearing the mask, honestly hes probably more likely to get naked in front of you before he takes the mask off

tries his very best to stay still but even if hes covering his bits up he feels flustered under your gaze... even worse if youre really focusing and your face happens to scrunch- shoot him a smile and reassurance and he loosens up enough to not make his position ridged

lots of scars and markings on him to take into consideration... he does feel a certain way if you capture them correctly- a good way, of course!

MICHAEL

honestly? i can see him not caring about you seeing him naked in any context, its just him... so whats the fuss? so he agrees

stands as still as a statue for as long as you need him, it can be hours and he will remain in the same position youve asked him to get into

the mask stays on, though, you can pry it form his cold dead hands... assuming you can catch him dead in the first place... you... may have some explaining to do if someone were to find the piece.. though the odds of them escaping the house alive after is low

pretty solid choice all in all, but good luck getting him to stay if he decides to do something else, hes not going to stop any plans to stand nude for you

BRAHMS

oh you want him naked? hes already stripping down.... hey why arent you getting naked too/hj

keeps changing positions because hes never satisfied, its going to take a minute until he finds something he likes... from laying on his side on the couch to propping his chin on his hand in a mock attempt at the thinker statue- you might have to guide him into a pose that works for you... you... cant help but think it was a ploy to get you to touch and guide him how you want

lots of body hair, if youre not used to drawing it its going to give you a fun little challenge- and its everywhere, too

the only one who might take his mask off, will make eye contact the entire time youre drawing him so hopefully youre fine with that

[rafesfavgirl]

two graves, one gun — r. cameron

sad rafe fic bc i just got my period and i'm feeling extra emotional :')

series: every few lifetimes

❝ so long, london stitches undone two graves, one gun you'll find someone ❞

pairing: bf!rafe x fem!reader

context: after another night of getting coked out and passing out on barry's couch, rafe realizes you deserve better than him and decides to let you go.

words: 1.3k+

warnings: drug addiction, break-up, might make you cry, ANGSTY asl

the sole of your heel taps anxiously against your living room's hardwood floor, as you stared at the time on your phone's lock screen, which lit up with a photo that wheezie took of you and rafe sitting at one of the tables at midsummers last year, looking at each other as if you were the only people there.

8:30 p.m.

your heart aches at the realization that he had forgotten your date again, but the nerves that settle in your stomach win over, as you think about where he probably is.

pushing your weight off the sofa, you grab your car keys from the hooks on the wall, and dial rafe on your way out the door.

straight to voicemail. fuck.

you skip down the steps in front of your house and unlock your car in the driveway to get in, immediately starting the engine to get on your way.

you dial rafe again as you pull into the road—to no avail.

"damn it, rafe," you mutter, eyes switching between the road and your phone as you type him a message.

you: where are you???

when the message doesn't even go through, you let out a frustrated groan. either his phone's dead or it's switched off. you step on the gas to speed up, zigzagging between cars to get there faster.

you pull to an abrupt stop in front of a beat-down house on the south side, and switch the car off before hopping out.

"mrs. country club, what brings you to this side of the island?" barry stands from the porch when he sees you walking towards him, fuming.

"oh spare me the fake hospitality, barry," you tell him. "where is he?"

"where's who?" he shrugs—but you knew he knew what you were talking about.

"don't play dumb with me," you spat, attempting to walk past him. "i know he's here."

he steps to the side to block you from going any further. "maybe so, but it ain't a pretty sight."

"ugh," you manage to walk past him and proceed into the house, with him on your tail. "rafe!"

barry catches up to you and blocks your way again. "hey, i told you-"

"barry, you're really testing my patience here, alright?" you say, refusing to back down. you weren't scared of him—okay, maybe a little, but you weren't about to let him see that. "rafe!"

you push past barry again, and make your way further inside, immediately rushing to rafe, who was passed out face-down on barry's couch.

"oh my god, rafe!" you crouch down beside him, not missing the un-sniffed lines of coke on the wooden table in front of him, and pick up his head in your hands. "baby, baby," you gently pat his face with your hand. "can you hear me?"

"told you it wasn't a pretty sight," barry leans against a wooden post and watches you, making you roll your eyes.

"rafe," you try to wake him up again. "babe."

thankfully, his eyes flutter open, relief washing over you as you let out a sigh. "oh thank god."

"y/n?" his voice is barely above a whisper when his eyes lock with yours. "shit!"

you move aside when he suddenly sits up, searching the couch cushions for his phone. "what time is it?"

"rafe-"

"no, fuck!" he shouts when he realizes his phone is dead, and looks up at barry. "i told you to wake me up if i knocked out!"

"i'm not your keeper, cameron," barry shrugs. "just take your shit and go, a'ight?"

"baby…" rafe turns to you kneeling on the ground beside him, his voice much softer now. "i swear i set an alarm— i was just— i didn't think my phone would die and-"

"hey," you place your hand on top of his, squeezing it lightly to make him look at you. "don't worry about it. let's just get out of here, okay?"

he nods, and you stand up, dusting yourself off as you do.

"i'll meet you in the car, doll," he tells you. "i just gotta take care of something."

—

the car ride back to your house is almost completely silent, until rafe breaks it.

"you look beautiful, by the way," he says, eyes shifting to you.

you glance at him, a small smile on your lips. "thank you."

"god, i'm such an idiot!" he groans, clearly frustrated with himself over the situation. "how many missed dates is that this month?"

"rafe, i told you not to worry about it," you tell him. "it's okay, i get-"

"y/n," his voice is stern now, his eyes burning holes into your skin. "how many?"

you sigh, turning the wheel towards the curb to park the car in front of your house. "four," you answer, switching the ignition off. "that was the fourth one this month."

rafe scoffs and shakes his head, eyes averting away from you. he just couldn't look at you anymore, because he knew that even if you didn't show it, you were disappointed. not only at him, but maybe even yourself for putting up with him.

"hey," you place a hand on his knee, and he glances down at the gesture, before finally looking at you. "it's okay."

"how is it okay?" he asks, eyebrows furrowing. "all i do is disappoint you."

"baby, that's not true," you try to reassure him, but he doesn't buy it.

"it is true," he tells you. "and you don't deserve it."

not knowing what to say, you just glance down at your hand on his knee. "rafe…"

"no," he cuts you off, and places his hand above yours to slowly push it off of him. "i can't keep doing this to you."

letting out a sigh, you adjust yourself in your seat so you're looking at him. "okay, rafe, before you saying anything else— i love you, alright? there's nothing you can do that-"

"and that's exactly the problem, a'ight?" he snaps. "you're never gonna walk away from me yourself! even when i bought this shit from barry after i told you to wait in the car." he reaches into his pocket and tosses the small bag of blow in between the two of you. your eyes shift from it to him, the uneasiness in your stomach only getting worse.

"i have a problem y/n," he tells you. "and it's not the kind you can just 'fix' with love."

"then we'll get you help. we'll do any-" you try to reach out to him, but he resists.

"no," he says, motioning a hand between you two. "this has to end."

the words you dreaded hearing comes out of his mouth in one fell swoop, your heart shattering into a million pieces.

"what?"

"i'm never gonna be the guy you need me to be," he shakes his head at you, and if it weren't so dark outside, you swear you'd see his eyes watering. "and since you can't let go, i have to do it for you."

tears brim along your lower lashes as you speak, "no. that is not your choice to make."

"god, y/n, can you stop making this harder than it already is?" he pleads.

"can you stop acting like it's so easy?" you retort.

"you think this is easy?" he asks, taken aback by your accusation. "it kills me to do this."

"then don't," you say, voice cracking as you reach out for his hands. "we can work through your addiction together, rafe. we'll-"

"that's not your responsibility," he shakes his head at you. "if i'm gonna get better, i need to do it on my own."

you sob, "i— i don't want this to be the end.”

rafe glances down at your hands, before bringing his hand up to cup your cheek.

you lean into his touch, and a single tear rolls down your cheek—one that he wipes away with his thumb.

"i love you so much," he says, eyes closing as his head tilted down against yours. "i'm sorry."

his lips place a soft kiss on your forehead, and just like that, he's gone.

part 2.

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[kiwinatorwaffles]

two aroaces try to figure out dates 28 injured 3 dead

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The first page of a three-paged comic. Panel 1: Edgeworth crosses his arms with an uncertain expression, saying, "miss maya, i hope you don't mind me requesting your help on such a short notice. Panel 2: Edgeworth lifts his hand to his chin, saying "i want to show wright appreciation by inviting him to a date, but i have no idea what to do. i was wondering if you had any advice or ideas from the perspective of someone who also doesn't experience romantic attraction. Panel 3: Maya grins and says, "oh yea, totes! i can help! lemme quickly just--" Panel 4: Maya pulls out her phone, scrolling through her Ao3 page titled "mayoinnaise." She says uncertainly, "um…. date ideas right… erm…. ok gimme a sec…."

The second page of a three-paged comic. Panel 1: Maya and Edgeworth have a back-and-forth conversation, starting with Maya's speech bubble. "how about going to the countryside and horseback riding and having a picnic?" "horseback…? the countryside is hours away…" "okay um… just a picnic then?" "i'm allergic to pollen." "sounds like you're just allergic to dates. "apologies…" Panel 2: Maya says, "wait i have a great idea!! you should get drinks and watch something on tv until he gets mega drunk and starts crying at you because you're so beautiful!!" Below Maya's speech bubble is a little bubble titled "Maya vision:" where Phoenix is blushing with his tie around his head, saying "miles i love you" with a bunch of "u's" stretching out. Panel 3: Edgeworth, unamused, says "…you know maybe i should've gone to larry". Panel 4: Offended, Maya replies, "hey!" in all caps and bolded italic text. "do you think LARRY would have better advice? he'd be all like," Her speech bubble cuts off here, switching to one that mimics Larry, indicated by a small Larry head beside the speech bubble and text saying "Larry voice". It reads, "edgey boy you should take him to your place and fuck him raw!" Panel 5: Edgeworth, looking sick, replies, "…good point. now excuse me while i go throw up."

The last page of a three-paged comic. Panel 1: Maya scrolling desperately with a speech bubble consisting entirely of ellipses. Text on the corner of the panel reads, "(on her 7th ao3 page)". Panel 2: Maya suddenly exclaims "dinner!" in italicized all-caps. "nothing bad ever happens with dinner!" Panel 3: Edgeworth closes his eyes and presses a finger against his temple, saying, "last time we had a dinner 'date,' wright ate his salad with a butter knife…" Dejected, Maya replies, "right. that time. post cancelled no dinner i guess". Panel 4: Maya looks back at her phone with one hand up in defeat and says, "man, i'm sorry… pretty much all i write is homoeroticism and angst! maybe we should ask larry…" Edgeworth's speech bubble reassures her, "i appreciate the help regardless…" Panel 5: A context box in the top-left of the panel reads, "meanwhile, phoenix:" Phoenix sits on the couch outside the office with a confused expression, thinking "wtf are they talking about". There is text in the bottom left corner that reads "(they kicked him out of the office)".

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[soobszzn]

distant affection

synopsis: doing everyday tasks wasn’t a hassle when jungkook was with you - even if that meant you were miles apart.

pairing: ldr!jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, established + long distance relationship

content/warnings: long distance relationship and all things associated, mentions of food, jungkook is still an idol, brief (lol) mention of jungkook and his sexy calvin klein endorsement, use of “my love” in a teasing (& affectionate) context

wc: 1.8k

a/n: sorry this is so late!!! love u, S🌸

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you knew navigating a long distance relationship with the jeon jungkook would have its ups and downs. obviously, the time difference messed with you both. one person would be asleep when the other was awake, and even if you were awake at the same time, one of you would usually have to attend to other things.

the both of you made it work, though. you’d send each other pictures throughout the day and squeeze in video calls wherever you could. you’d mail each other gifts when you couldn’t be together for special occasions. when jungkook had a couple days off, you’d use it to have long movie dates online in which he would usually fall asleep first. but you didn’t mind.

during his longer breaks, he’d always make it a point to come visit you. the two of you would go sight-seeing in your own city or take a short trip to the next town over. you loved doing anything and everything with him, but the most enjoyable moments were in the mundane. you loved moments where you’d scroll on your phones together on the couch or tease each other while you brushed your teeth before bed.

saying goodbye was always the hardest. there wasn’t anything that could really make missing him hurt less. but while helping him pack during his last visit, you took advantage of when he snuck off to the bathroom and stole a hoodie out of his suitcase. you’d hoped he hadn’t noticed.

munching on your midday meal, you scrolled on your phone before getting a video call from your boyfriend. it was a welcome surprise, so you answered right away.

“hey! what are you doing awake right now? isn’t it like five in the morning?” his phone was looking at the ceiling and you heard music playing in the background. colorful lights speckled his ceiling, and you knew he was again enjoying the galaxy light projector you gifted him last christmas.

“i have a free day tomorrow! and i really wanted to talk to you!” he yelled, indicating he was far from his phone.

you smiled to yourself, appreciating your boyfriend and his sweet gesture. you guessed that with how busy he was recently, he’d be dead tired by the time he came home. but, the fact that you were the first thing on his mind made your heart leap. you then heard the faint music in the background cease, and watched as jungkook propped his phone up, front camera now facing him.

he was leaning on his kitchen counter, sleeve tattoo fully on display. his hair was long and fluffy, his bangs reaching his eyes. you could tell he was tired, but nothing could hide how handsome he was.

you noticed him stare intently into the phone screen. “what are you staring at?” you questioned with a laugh.

“you’re eating lunch right now, right? i’m hungry! let’s eat together!” he said excitedly. jungkook then adjusted his phone so that you had the perfect view of him busy at his stove. you watched as he began tossing things into his pan. you chuckled softly.

“what are you cooking?” you asked curiously, your head now resting in your hand.

“i’m just throwing stuff together, see?” he answered, now panning his phone to what looked like fried rice.

you giggled, now panning your phone to the makeshift fried rice you made for yourself just earlier. the two of you erupted into laughter.

“pretend i made that for you, okay?” you teased, setting your phone back down and taking another bite.

as jungkook finished preparing his meal, you asked him about his schedule for the day. he complained that he had a lot to do in the upcoming days because he had an international schedule set for next week.

“are you sure that’s not just code for coming to visit me?” you half-joked. you knew he was currently busy with solo activities, and it hadn’t been too long since he last visited. but there was always a small part of you that hoped any time he left korea, it was because he was on his way to you.

eventually, he ended up at his kitchen table, phone propped up as if you were sitting across from each other. after taking his first bite, he exclaimed with amazement at his own kitchen creation.

“wahh! wow!” he cried, intentionally being overdramatic. you laughed at his silly theatrics, but you found it all endearing nonetheless.

“want a bite?” he teased, holding a spoonful up to his phone. you proceeded to imitate receiving a bite, and the two of you laughed.

while enjoying your respective meals, you continued to chat about small and pointless things. despite the uneventful topics of conversation, eating together like this made you crave real dates with him. ones where he’d take you to a fancy restaurant for dinner or a small cafe for some coffee. you made a mental note to take him to a new brunch place that opened up the next time he visited.

“what else are you planning to do today?” he asked, making his way to his sink. you followed suit, thinking it would be cute to wash dishes “together.”

“whatever you’re planning to do today.” you replied warmly.

the two of you then washed your dishes simultaneously. your video call now filled with the sounds of water running and dishes clanking, with jungkook occasionally breaking into song or humming a familiar tune.

“i have some laundry i need to fold actually,” he mused afterwards, taking a quick scan of his home.

“i do too!” you replied excitedly at the convenient coincidence.

now, with both phones propped up in your respective living rooms, the two of you dove into your piles of laundry. you chatted about new music you were listening to, books you wanted to read, and the new spider-man movie that jungkook was excited to see.

when jungkook began tackling his pile of underwear, he started showcasing the new pieces he received from calvin klein.

“oh my god! what are those!” you laughed. the two of you giggled at the brightly coloured pairs that he was holding up to his phone. although not his typical style, you were glad one of his solo activities included being the endorser for such a popular - and sexy - brand.

you finished folding first, so you adjusted yourself comfortably on your sofa and watched jungkook continue. jungkook took a glance at you and smiled to himself.

“what?” you questioned with a pout.

“you look cute,” he answered with a soft chuckle. you were cuddled up on your couch, encompassed snugly within a throw blanket jungkook had previously gifted you. you hid your face in your hands bashfully.

as he finished folding his clothes, jungkook opted to play some of his music recommendations through his television. he’d softly sing along as you listened intently, chiming in with short remarks here and there.

“i like this one,” you commented after one of the songs ended.

“ah! why don’t i just sing for you, my love?” he suggested suddenly with a teasing tone.

“ew, no, don’t call me that!” you replied with fake disgust. you and jungkook would typically just call one another by your names, so the sudden use of a nickname both surprised and flustered you.

“but go ahead then, mr. jeon.” you continued, previous shyness now replaced with an intrigued arrogance.

after quickly setting up his karaoke machine, jungkook then turned to you smugly with his microphone in hand. he started out his late night - or perhaps early morning - performance with a couple songs related to inside jokes the two of you shared. you watched fondly as jungkook happily sang along to the upbeat pop music.

“don’t go overboard and strain your voice,” you gently reminded him.

“of course, my love.” he teased you again, with a wink this time. you playfully shot him a repulsed look in response.

following his high-spirited warm-up session, he then transitioned to singing his own music. in an attempt to impress your world-class entertainer of a boyfriend, you would sing along using bts fanchants and passionately wave around an imaginary army bomb. jungkook - while still seated on his sofa - would mimic the choreography as he ventured through his groups’ discography.

after running through a couple bts tracks, jungkook then transitioned to serenading you with songs he knew were your favourites. you gazed at him warmly, now completely immersed in him and his voice. although you’d hear him speak practically every day, you never tired of his soft and angelic singing.

through your now heavy eyelids, you noticed your boyfriends’ energy start to deplete as well. he had stopped dancing and moving around as dynamically as earlier, now only swaying back and forth on his couch. you were still comfortably curled up on your couch, now fighting the urge to slip into an afternoon nap.

“are you getting sleepy?” he asked softly after finishing another song.

“no, not at all,” you mumbled, shaking your head at him with a pout.

“alright, you liar.” he taunted playfully. you noticed him place his microphone down beside him, perhaps signalling that he was finished with his karaoke performance.

“wait! one more song!” you cried out in a sudden panic. you didn’t want this moment of bliss to end so soon. the two of you hadn’t had such a long call together in a while, so you wanted to indulge in this moment as much as you could.

“please. just one more song.” you implored, trying to persuade him with forced “puppy dog eyes.”

jungkook conceded with a sly smile, picking up his microphone again. then, ever so swiftly, you heard a slow and soft tune start to play. you allowed yourself to close your eyes, completely immersing yourself in jungkook’s melodic and affectionate final serenade to you.

before the song even concluded, you had fully fallen asleep on your couch. jungkook noticed this, finishing up the song quietly so as to not wake you suddenly. his lips curled into a soft grin as he watched you fall deeper into your slumber.

after tidying up his living room, he made his way to his bedroom with the hopes of getting some rest of his own. he propped you up beside him on his bed, as if the two of you were sleeping next to one another.

then, before succumbing to his own heavy eyelids, he jokingly whispered into his phone: “by the way, i know you have my hoodie.”

but he hoped you hadn’t heard.

[igotanidea]

Personal rhythm: Jason Todd x reader

Summary/request: Jason finding out that you've never slow danced before, and he goes out of his way to arrange a dance for just the two of you alone.

thank you @miraculous-panic ;)

***

„What do you mean never?”

‘Seriously Jason, it’s a five letter word. One of the most common used in English. With all the books on your account this is not the question you should be asking.”

***

It was a Saturday night.

Movie night.

Y/N and Jason facilely decided that after all week of working/vigilanting, some silly teenage drama to cool off and relax would be in place.

And that’s how they ended up watching „To all the boys I’ve loved before”.

Or rather - binging through the whole trilogy.

Or - in other words - giving commentary and laughing at every other silly, cliche scene.

And it was so good and so nice and so peaceful, finally not having a care in the world and just relaxing in each other’s company.

Any other guy would probably complain about the choice and force his way to Fast and furious or some Jason Statham action movie, but not Jason. Truthfully as long as they were both spread comfortably on the couch, his head on her lap, being treated with the most welcomed head scalp massage, he might have watched the Paw patrol or Dora the explorer and not say a word.

However-

All good things must come to an end.

After something around 4 hours they finally reached the prom scene. The choosing king and queen of the ball scene. And the slow dancing scene.

And that changed the serene atmosphere.

„Do you see that Y/N? Come on, this guy can’t even lead her properly. I swear if he was moving like that in a real life poor girl will have her feet trampled.”

„Guess they should have hired you for the scene.” Y/N laughed in response.

„Damn right they should have! After all you were the one to say I remind you of the guy who plays -- what was his name again?” Jason rolled on his back so he could stare up at his girlfriend.

‘PETER!” she laughed as if they didn’t hear that name like 100 times already

„Right! Right, Peter! Of course! Still think I’m way more handsome though-”

„Damn, you’re such a tease Todd!”

„You’re my girlfriend, you’re supposed to agree with me!” Jason sat up abruptly, turning her head back from him and towards the screen. „Now, watch it carefully and confirm my theory. He doesn’t know how to slow dance, does he?. Seriously, from a girl’s perspective. ‘’

„I --”

„Are you blind now?” Jason smirked at her indecisiveness.  

„Hey!” the punch on his arm did nothing to hurt him but was definitely a surprise

„Just admit it! Guys don’t dance like that! This is not the way a girl- a woman-- should be held!”

„How would I know?!” she finally exploded, her emotions pushed forward because of Jason’s obliviousness.

„What do you mean--?”

„I never slow danced!”

‘Never?” now that was shocking. Yes, they rarely dwelt in the past, especially the time frame in which Jason was absent, but how come he never knew about that?! shit, what else did she missed from the teenage/young adult years? And how the fudge he didn’t make it right yet?!

‘Do you want me to spell it out for you?” she rolled her eyes stopping the movie „N-E-V-E-R”

„you’re right it’s a five letter word. One of the most commonly used in English. But to me, in this context, it doesn’t make any sense.” he grabbed her hands pulling her forward to him and looking straight into her eyes, smirking. „That’s bullshit and I won’t be fooled.”

„You’re being fooled by not being fooled.”

„Huh?” damn that girl had some twisted logic on her. „the hell does that mean?”

„It means I’m telling the truth.” she blushed slightly despite her best effort to act cool. It was a bit embarrassing to admit to her boyfriend that she lacked in the experiences of youth.

„No shit!” he laughed

„This is not funny!”

„This is plenty funny!”

„Oh, like you slowed danced before!”

„I didn’t get to go to prom, cause as you might have noticed I’ve been dead at the time--’

„Like I could ever forget that.” she rolled her eyes in annoyance to cover up for the heartache she felt at the memory.

„- I did slow dance.”

„What now?! With who!? Cause definitely not with me!”

„Is someone jealous now?” Jason leaned forward

„You wish Todd!”

„Jealousy is a bad trait, you know. I’d advice you to stop it baby...”

„Or what?”

‘Or I might have to actually help you enrich your experience.”

„Oh really, and how --?”

That sentence was cut by a involuntary squeak as Jason pulled her to her feet, almost causing the girl to crash with his hard chest due to the force.

„Shit, sorry Y/N. Forgot how tiny and light you are.”

„I am--”

„Sh.” the tone of his voice and the gesture of putting his finger to her lips definitely couldn't stand opposition.  „don’t you dare saying another word, I forbid you. You are tiny and light. And now, I’m going to make you feel like a fragile princess in the arms of a handsome and brave prince.”

One of his hand found a way to her waist, the other to her shoulder blades, grabbing her firmly but delicately. For some crazy reason she actually did feel secure and loved in his hands. Like nothing wrong could happen as long as she was held like this.

As long as his eyes were focused solely on her.

And it was both terrifying and wonderful experience.

„You can touch me, you know. It’s not like you haven’t done it before....” Jason chuckled at the way her hands hung awkwardly by her sides

„You’re ruining the moment, dipshit!”

„You’re the one using invectives baby. Don’t get any silly ideas in your head. You’re not going anywhere. Not until you get that slow dance.”

‘I’m make-up-less and wearing sweatpants.”

„And you’re still the prettiest girl in the world ”

„We don’t have any music.” she objected almost causing Jason to groan.

„Here.” he grabbed her hand and put it to his heart „feel that rhythm?” she nodded „good. Very good. Now this is the only sound you should be focusing on. Cause it resounds for you. You hear me, Y/N?”

„I hear you....” she whispered

„It’s only for you, baby.”

„i thought you weren’t romantic....” his grip on her tightened as he pulled her closer to him, swaying gently right and left, their feet barely moving, but it was still considered slow-dancing for them.

„I’m not. But I can be for you....” he muttered against her hair, planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head „You even made me dance, which is enough of a sign that I’ll do anything for you. I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

„Can you just be yourself? The guy I fell for?”

„I suppose that can be arranged.” he smiled, even though she couldn’t see it with her face pressed to his chest.

And they would stay in this silence, moving to their own song for much longer if it wasn’t for their cat jumping on the couch, right on the pilot, and resuming the movie on the prom dance performance.  

Giving Y/N and Jason a chance to put that scene into reality and adapting it into her their lives.

First time.

With many more to come.

[hobiebrownbrowser]

Constant Arguments

I know there is a lot of angst like this going on but for some odd reason it just feels right to make. I feel as if 42 Miles won't be as affectionate then others make him appear to be. NO HATE ON THEM. I love reading them.

I feel like he'll still have a somewhat cold demeanor. I haven't seen many where Y/N doesn't really care that Miles is The Prowler. Just needing him by her side more than anything was a blessing in her honor.

Earth 42 Miles Morales x FEM!Reader

Context: Angst, fluff, sadness, Mild cussing, happy ending

Translations: 'blame google if they aren't correct' 💀

"¿Por qué no puedes decírmelo? = "Why can't you tell me?"

Necesitamos hablar mami. = We need to talk mommy.

"Quítate de mi camino Miles." = Get out of my way Miles.

summary: Y/N doesn't give a shit if Miles is The Prowler.

"¿Por qué no puedes decírmelo? You avoid my calls, my texts, everytime I try to talk to you! You act like I'm not even 'ere!" It felt like a train hit her when Miles didn't respond, Breaking the eye contact they held for so long. Y/N just rolled her eyes, fed up with a relationship that clearly wasn't working.

"When you wanna talk, hit me up Hombre, other than that you can leave." Y/N shook her head, grabbing her book bag off the floor and walking towards their shared room.

She was acting like this because he wanted to disappear for more than a whole ass week. Ignoring her, leaving his own girlfriend on read when she was worried sick for him. Only think he had to say was "he was busy." Apparently it was more important than she'll ever be.

Slamming the door once she got inside just to feel tears swell in her eyes. Everything was frustrating her, constant arguments, school. The girl was overstimulated to say the least. Her back pushed up against the wall as she attempts to calm herself down with shallow deep breaths.

It felt like everything she worked for was against her. The man she loves not giving her the care she needs to pull through with all of this shit. Her family pressuring her to do a good job in school.

She just wanted to settle down on a peaceful path, but that seemed to redeem to much in her life. Having to work two jobs day and night was a struggle and Miles knew that. Yet he still did what he said he wasn't going to do.

Leaving her when she was the most vulnerable. She felt as if she wasn't valuable in his life at all. Wanting to cut off the one thing that used to make her life better.

But oh how she loves Miles. At the same time she wanted to apologize, pull him in a strong embrace. But she knew in the end he'd do the same thing. Disappear on her for decades on end.

The last string she held onto snapping just from his cold words. The silence was preposterous yet it kept her in a safe haven, able to run away from her problems just like now.

Taking a few more deep breaths and finally getting up off the dirty floor. She needed something to occupy her mind with, scrolling through her phone just to look at good memories.

She needed to wind down, Wanting to just drop out of school and cut off anyone she thought she knew well. She needed to breathe in this already suffocating air. The man on the other side probably long gone and out the door.

She was right, his figure not on the couch any longer than it should be. She wiped her face before stepping out. Going into the kitchen and grabbing a tub of ice cream before heading back into her confined space.

"Princesa." She cursed under her breath. Hearing his soft genuine sweet voice call her by her nickname. The real question was why was he still here. Turning around to be met with dead eyes. It was funny. They'd been together for a year, yet he looks at her the same way he looked at others.

She simply ignored him. Grabbing a spoon from a drawer and trying to push past the firm man.

"quítate de mi camino Miles." He didn't budge, doing the complete opposite infact. Blocking the exit with his body, She threatened to climb over the table if he didn't.

"Necesitamos hablar mami." He simply just tilted his head, A serious look plastered on his face.

"Oh now you wanna talk, ain't your job more important than me?" She got him right there. Miles eyes avoiding her's before looking back up, his chest withhelding big sigh. He wasn't gonna lie because he knew it was. She wasn't in his shoes. She wasn't constantly having to kill people for money.

No. He wanted her to sit still and be the most cherishing thing he had left besides his madre and his uncle. He was in a stressful predicament. How the hell was he supposed to tell his future wife that he was 'The Prowler'?

Miles was stomped, Looking the love of his life in her eyes before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. The look of confusion on her face as he told her.

Miles watched as she rubbed her temples, her eyes narrowing down to nothing but disappointment. It all made sense now. Why she'd wake up to an empty bed in the middle of the night. The window sometimes left open on countless nights.

He'd even shown her the exact suit he'd killed in, leading her to a small hidden room she didn't even know they had in the first place. She poked her head in which Miles found a bit cute, Taking it out and putting it on like it was nothing but clothing.

You let out a deep sigh before saying what was on your own mind.

"Miles I don't give a shit that you're The Prowler. I just wanted you to tell me." A sigh of relief left Mile's throat. Apologizing to his chica before pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her soft plump lips.

"I'm sorry for not tellin' you sooner Hermosa."

Part 2 here 💜

[highhhfiveee]

can I request mike, reader, and Abby going to the beach :p!?

[i'm combining this with another ask! they requested the same setting, but with a scenario!]

wc: 3k tags: sweetgf!reader + dickheadbf!mike, light smut (oral [deepthroating and come swallowing], m!receiving), mostly fluff and being grateful for life and the people who you live it with [: proofread but maybe there are still errors! kill me, i'm human! a/n: i wish i could go to the beach so bad!! i fucking love the summer and it's damn near the dead of winter where i live ],: i also get cold so easily and i can't take freezing every morning lmao

i am imagining:

you and mike are sitting on the couch on a late friday morning, hypnotized by daytime television after a big, indulgent breakfast and chats about mike's shift. abby had retreated to the adjacent loveseat, fast asleep with a stomach full of pancakes and eggs.

"it's so hotttt," mike grumbles, stretching his sweaty body out like a starfish. the limbs on his right side invade your space, leaving you to shrink into the couch with a groan.

"yeah, mike, too hot for you to be doing that. stoppp," you return his irritated tone, bringing your hands up to push into him. it was the hottest day of the summer so far, and it wasn't like you weren't also feeling the elements. not even the AC unit turned to full blast could cool the living room, and it made every breath feel thick and labored.

mike stands from his spot on the couch, dramatically dragging his body over to the kitchen. you watch as he yanks the freezer door open with impatience, craning his head into the crystalized cool and saying, "it's too hot to be living."

you turn your body to extend across the whole sofa, thankful that your hair is up and out of your face so you're able to feel the tickle of a breeze on the nape of your neck. you bite at your bottom lip as the gears of your brain churn through a heat-induced fog, thinking of how to keep cool at a time like this.

abby stirs then, stretching and yawning and squealing, "it was hot in my dream too." you turn your head to her, pursing your lips to the side in disappointment.

"aw, abs, i'm sorry. that sucks."

"i was at the beach though, which i think makes up for it---"

"omg, the beach! we should go!" you cheer, but mike shuts you down once he hears abby wholeheartedly agree.

"uh, the closest beach is six hours away."

"well, maybe we can make a weekend out of it," you suggest, motioning for abby to come sit with you. she delicately settles on your thighs, relaxing into the couch and swinging her legs over the edge.

"yeah, with what money?"

"i can dip into my savings a little bit, at least for the hotel and gas," you offer, and mike is shutting you down again, shaking his head as he cranes it towards you and humming "nuh uh"s.

"c'mon mike, i don't mind! listen, i want to do this for us," you're hugging abby into you, pressing your cheeks together and telepathically communicating for her to help you convince mike with her own set of puppy dog eyes. "we'll leave in the evening so you can get some rest, and we can split the drive."

"abby doesn't have a license."

your face scrunches as you confusedly mutter, "why would you include your eleven year old sister in a 'we' of that context?" as abby states, "you're weird, mike." in the same tone.

"i know, my joke didn't land, i guess," mike sighs, letting his head drop between his shoulders as he closes the freezer door. the sound of suction punctuates his action, and he turns to you and abby with a grimace before saying, "three hours behind a steering wheel just doesn't seem appealing. two would be a hell of a lot more digestible."

"oh my god, mike, you're so pitiful," you playfully chide, crossing your arms over your chest. "i promise that you'll survive, grumpy. tell you what, i'll drive four hours so you'll only have to drive two."

the sweet drawl of your voice and trivial suggestion to take on more work is all it takes for mike to fold and drive all six hours.

he doesn't do it with a smile, but you're still grateful for his sacrifice, cupping his face and kissing his cheek as he drives into the sizzling orange pulse of the sunset. "i love youuuu," you sing, and he grumbles for like the millionth time that day as you ignore him and muse, "and abby loves you, and we're gonna have so much fun on our beach weekend!!"

you and abby begin to whoop and cheer and dance in your seats, chanting, "beachbeachbeach!", and you pretend not to notice the slight smirk that cracks the perpetual stiffness of mike's mouth.

you spend the first half of the trip singing along to an old CD abby had burned sometime ago--"you always have to keep a road trip mix on hand"--, playing various word association games, and sucking fluorescent orange dust from your fingers after you chuck a cheeto into mike's mouth and pass the bag back to abby.

the second half is stiller; abby has fallen asleep again, soothed by the motions of the car, and you're staring at mike's side profile as he drives. he's so tired; it's painted in his eyes and over his body, with the way he slumps into the driver's seat and focuses on the road like nothing else is around him.

he catches your gaze after a bit, breaking himself away from his trance. he switches hands on the wheel so he's able to clutch your thigh, gently kneading at your skin, and with a small grin, asks, "got a nice view?"

"yeah, but it seems the view isn't feeling so nice," you raise your hand to his shoulder, your turn to massage into him. he's so tense under your touch, and you watch his eyes flicker with your words, training back on the four lane highway ahead. "i think this will be nice for us. we all deserve a nice vacation; especially you, mikey. you've been working hard, and i know you're tired."

"yeah," mike breathes softly, the gentlest you think he's been all day. "i'm sorry about the way i was acting about the drive. i just couldn't think straight after my shift, your delicious breakfast, and sitting in the heat."

"i understand. three hours of driving isn't fun, but that's why i offered to take more of the load after you made that...bad joke."

"so now it's just categorically bad?" mike pouts with comical sorrow, and you giggle at him, nudging at his shoulder with soft pressure.

"yes, because why was she included in we? obviously abby can't drive."

"it was supposed to be one of my sillies,"

"you're just usually better at them," you argue, and it sends the both of you into a laughing fit that gives you a stomach cramp, mike affirming, "yeah, yeah, you're right, you're right. shit, are you okay?" as you try to calm down.

after relaxing back into a comfortable silence, you're bringing mike's hand to your lips, kissing at his knuckles when he blurts, "thank you for putting up with me, and for paying for stuff so short notice."

"oh hush. i love you, mike. truly. we take care of each other, don't we?" you squeeze his hand as you continue, placing it over your heart. "there hasn't been a second i've been with you where i haven't felt supported, and now it's my turn to support you. plus, this is like abby's first real vacation. i want her to have the best time too. we don't have any money when we're dead, so we might as well say we had experiences, yeah?"

"i love you. you're an angel on earth," mike hums lovingly as he pulls off of an exit, able to relax his head against the headrest and leer at you once he brakes at a red light. "our angel on earth." you writhe under his enamored stare, blushing and gnawing on your bottom lip with an airy giggle, and later, after you've gotten to your hotel and tucked abby into bed, you're back in the car doing that same giggle with his dick lodged in your throat.

"my angel on earth," he repeats as he folds his fingers into your hair so he can pull on it, maintaining eye contact while you sloppily guide yourself on him. his toes curl and his thigh muscles spasm, and he's panting down on your face as his other hand grabs his steering wheel in a white hot grip. "fuck, baby."

you're grateful that you were able to book a room facing outwards on the first floor of the hotel; you could be disgusting with mike in the car while ensuring abby's safety through the front windshield.

it helped solidify that there were no worries in your orbit; everything here was perfect, and you feed that passion into taking mike deeper, holding his gaze even as a tear runs down your cheek after an obscene gag that resonates through the whole car.

you swallow around him as you reach down to caress his balls, and crack a triumphant smile when he tenses, brokenly whimpering and bucking his hips into your face with sinful desperation. he doesn't stop as he shoots his come into your mouth, using the hand in your head to tilt your head back so the overflow doesn't choke you.

you moan as you taste him on your tongue, drinking it down while you flash mike the watery, filthy twinkle in your eyes. he thinks that it extends his orgasm, his balls tightening with another spray of white down your throat.

though his body burns with fatigue, mike brings his thumb to the corner of your lips to collect a spilt remnant of himself, pushing it into your mouth where he feels the warm plushiness of your tongue wrap around his digit. "god, i think you're gonna kill me one day. this mouth is deadly."

"one day, yes, but not today or saturday or sunday. not while we're on vacation."

you both retire to the room after, two immovable stone statues in bed until 7 am, when you're both ripped from your sleep by abby's noisy movements. she's enthusiastically throwing the curtains open, drowning you two in painfully bright sunlight and skipping over to hop on the bed, narrowly missing your shins and knees with her uncoordinated steps.

"abby, abby, abby," mike drones groggily, reaching out for her ankles.

you blearily watch as she snatches it out of his reach, and you can't help but laugh as you two make eye contact. "come on!! we're on vacation!! we've gotta start vacationing now!!"

"we don't have to start at...seven twenty-two in the morning," mike complains, wiping at his eyes after throwing his gaze to the alarm clock. "maybe we can do...ten."

"ten is way too late! if we eat now, we can wait it out and then go to the beach and stay all day! pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease--" you wrangle abby into your arms, squeezing her close to your body in an attempt to quiet her.

you smooth her hair down, tucking it behind her ears as you whisper, "hey, hey, how about we go get breakfast and meet mike a little later, okay? we can go in our pjs and everything," abby's eyes light up at your plan, and she's nodding excitedly, pulling on your wrist in order to wrench you from the warm bed. "let's go now then!"

"let me brush my teeth first, sweet thing, at least."

after another generous breakfast, two cat naps, and endless searching through bags marked with the sharp zztt zztt zztt of zippers, you, mike, and abby are established in the warm sand of a southern beach; it'd been a bit of a hassle to put the umbrella up, with its complicated, ancient instructions, but your tired muscles and mind are extraordinarily grateful for the effort as you lounge in your chair, leaning your head back into a neck pillow and scanning your eyes over your science fiction read.

after a bit, you stick your bookmark into the crease of your pages and remove your sunglasses from your face so you're able to get a clearer view of abby and mike along the shoreline.

they're laughing together, running back and forth and taunting the tide as it crashes against the sand in a white foam. "you can't let the tide get you, abby! the sea monsters will take you whole!" you chuckle as mike sweeps her up in his arms, swinging her over the water as he treads deeper.

you set your book down and travel towards the tide, picking up more of their conversation over the soft wind.

"wait, what---what---oh no, the sea monsters are speaking to me. they're saying...i have to give you up." mike shakes his head in faux despair, beginning to fake cry as abby yelps in his arms. "they say they've been looking for an eleven year old girl named abby for their mission!" he continues swinging her, pretending to dunk her in some moments and keeping her away from the water in others, claiming, "no, i won't let them have you!"

you place your hands on your hips, raising your eyebrow in preparation to play along as they make their way back to land. "everything okay over here? i heard something about...'sea monsters'."

"the sea monsters have mastered mind control," abby matter-of-factly explains, wiggling from mike's grasp and curling her toes back into the wet sand during her impromptu intermission. "they specifically need an eleven year old abby, but mike is such a great brother that he wouldn't dare give me up."

"wouldn't do it for all the money in the world," mike affirms with a smile and finger wag pointed to the sky. after a moment, he winces and squeezes his eyes tightly in pain, rubbing at his temples with two fingertips. "they're still in my head though. it's taking all my willpower to fight against them."

you nod at the both of them, an oddly fascinated smile etched onto your face. "well maybe you two can take them down and make them reform. ask them why they need children for their mission in the first place."

"well they don't always, do they, abs?" abby shakes her head as mike reaches out for you, his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "in fact...they're asking for...you now."

you widen your eyes, playing up your shock with a hand to the heart. "oh jeez. well, thank god it's an adult this time. what would the world be without abby?"

"what would the world be like without me? you ask great questions, y/n. that's why i love you."

"i love you more, abs. i'm not letting them get you either," you reply, running your hand over the crown of her damp head with an affectionate grin as you feel mike sneakily wrap his arms around your waist, pressing you into him. "mike, wh--"

"the sea monsters have spoken. they want you!" you're off your feet before you can even finish your screech, flying towards the cresting waves. one moment, mike had you in his arms, trudging into deeper surf, and the next, you're shrouded in icy ocean water, the salt stinging your eyes and coating your unexpectant tongue in a disgusting layer of minerals.

mike's laughing as he slowly makes his way to the sand, his back facing the shore while he waits for you to come to the surface. he's beside abby when you finally rise, the joy dropping from both of their demeanors when they take you in.

your staunch displeasure could be seen from football fields away and it makes abby mischievously gulp, "uh oh" as you irritably trek through the water, stopping when it reaches your mid-thigh.

you're like a goddess, appearing from the ocean in your simple black bikini, water droplets beading over the exposed parts of your smooth bronze skin, and it's all mike wants to make you feel like in order to atone for his obvious mistake. he wants to throw you into his arms and apologize profusely and plant kisses all over your body and ask you what he can do to make it right; he'll do anything if it means he won't see you with crossed arms and a deep scowl.

your attitude has mike sprinting over, almost face planting as his feet slip in the waterlogged sand. his eyes are overwhelmingly remorseful, and he begins to spew sentiment as he grabs for you.

"i'm so sorry baby, are you okay? are you hurt?" his voice cracks as he examines you thoroughly, grazing his hands over your face and body. you nearly give up your act at his attentiveness, but you maintain, rolling your eyes at him. he deflates at that, whimpering, "fuck, i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. i should've asked before i did that, i-i-i just thought since you were playing along that maybe it'd be okay...." mike's ramble trails off as he focuses on you stepping back into deeper water, and even more terrifyingly, your continued silence. "baby, hey, hey. are you okay?"

he follows you closely, and it's a foolish mistake on his own part; his consideration leaves him vulnerable, and you're able to ram your small frame into his torso, wrapping your own arms around his waist and tackling him into the chilly water. he goes down with a yell and comes up soon after with a cough and a smile, shaking the saltwater from his hair.

he wipes at his eyes as he reorients himself, rasping, "oh, i see. you were just getting back at me, being all cold and shit."

you watch him with your lips pursed amusedly, traversing around his recovering form so that you have an unobstructed escape route. "you gave me to the sea monsters, mike. i couldn't not get revenge."

"yeah, well, now this sea monster's gonna get you!" you noisily squeal as you run with high knees all the way to abby, who jumps and cheers for you back at the dry shore. "don't let them get you, y/n!"

"i won't!" you scream back, your words broken up with chuckles as you try your best to escape mike's aquatic nefariousness. you've made it out of the water, pulling abby into a wet embrace when mike clammers into the two of you, sending you all down to the lush sand.

it sticks to your skin as you belly-laugh with abby under mike's weight, feeling his heart pump through his ribs with adrenaline, and you can't help but think about how memorable this time will be for all of you.

mike and abby would be your family forever, and moments like this cemented that.

cute beach time!!! i love sweetgf and dickheadbf, they warm my heart.

faire's seedlings ✿

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[tightjeansjavi]

Sunday Scaries

(Pre!outbreak Joel Miller x female reader)

A/N: this is for my darling, @loquaciousferret as she deals with her ‘Sunday Scaries’ after a fun weekend out (;

Summary: after a long night out with your girlfriends, you’re suffering through the worst hangover of your life. Your boyfriend Joel is there by your side taking care of you all day long.

~word count: 2.7k~

Warnings: mentions of drinking, established relationship, soft! Joel, he’s so sweet your teeth are going to rot out! Joel, comforting themes, caring for you while you’re hungover, light teasing, praise kink, nicknames, very very light smut, whole lot of fluff! It’s so stinkin cute. (+18) minors dni !

You weren’t sure what time it was exactly when you sent your boyfriend Joel a text message with zero context. You knew by now that he wasn’t the best at reading between the lines. Your text to him was one word: dying. You must have not even realized you had hit send before your head flopped back down on the pillow. You were out late last night with your girlfriends out drinking. You had a few too many vodka-crans, and by the time you had gotten home, you were too drunk, and too tired to even bother taking your little skimpy dress off.

You were rudely awoken by someone banging heavily on your apartment door the following morning. Unbeknownst to you, behind the door was your incredibly concerned boyfriend. When Joel woke up to your text, he didn’t waste any time with quickly getting dressed and snatching his keys to his truck and driving to your apartment. He was definitely driving way over the speed limit but did he care? Not one fucking bit.

You let out a groan as you pulled your pillow over your head to block out the incessant banging. When it didn’t cease, you wrapped yourself up in your thick quilt and forced yourself out from under the covers. You nearly tripped over your discarded strappy heels from the night before as you trudged out of your room. You looked, and felt like the living dead.

After reaching your apartment door, you unlocked it with a grumble and you stepped back slightly as it swung open, revealing your worried out of his fucking mind boyfriend.

“Jesus fuck, Joel. What are you doing here?” Your voice was raw from all the singing you had done with your friends as you rubbed your temples with the pads of your fingers. Your brain was pounding painfully in your skull.

Joel had let out a visible sigh of relief when he saw that you were very much alive in front of him. “What am I doin’ here? Baby, you texted me at like the crack ass of fuckin’ dawn, sayin’ you were dyin’! I raced over here as fast as I fuckin’ could. Thought somethin’ terrible had happened..”

“Oh fuck. I’m so sorry baby I don’t even remember sending you that message honestly. I’m sorry. I was super fucking drunk when I got home last night and I must have sent it around that time. I’m okay, Joel. Just suffering through the worst hangover of my life is all.”

Joel took in your full appearance then. He saw the makeup streaks under your eyes and the smeared left over lipstick. Your hair looked like an absolute rat's nest. Despite looking like hell, you were still the most beautiful girl in his eyes.

“Oh, honey..it’s okay. You don’t gotta apologize, okay? I just wanted to make sure that you were alright..did the vodka crans get to ya again?” he teasingly asked as he leaned against the doorjamb of your apartment door.

“Shuddup Joel. My head is pounding and I really wanna just curl up and fucking die in a hole somewhere..” you grumbled as you turned on your heel and started to head over to the couch. You wasted no time to plop down, face first, with your head buried in one of the pillows.

Joel let out a soft sigh as he watched you plop down onto the couch. He stepped inside your cozy little apartment, closing the door behind him softly as he hung his coat up alongside yours. “I’m sorry you’re havin’ a rough time right now baby. Hangovers can be real fuckin’ nasty.”

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock. I’m regretting all of my decisions right now.” You grumbled into the pillow

You could hear his footsteps approaching where you laid on the couch as he slowly sank down along the corner of the cushion. He gently placed his hand along the small of your back, through the thick quilt that was wrapped around you. “I’m gonna take care of ya, okay? Will you let me do that my sweet girl?” He spoke softly.

“That sounds wonderful. I’d love it if you did.” You turned your cheek to the side so you could see his face before you slowly sat up and brought your arms around him, hugging him tightly with your cheek pressed against his warm chest.

“Let’s get your makeup off first, yeah? You don’t wanna go walkin’ around with raccoon eyes baby.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you as he held you close and kissed the top of your head.

“Don’t make me punch you in the fucking balls right now cowboy.” You warned him.

“Shhh. Don’t go sayin’ stuff like that okay honey? Where are your makeup wipes, my love? Bathroom..under the sink yeah?”

“Mhmm..”

“Alright, sugar. You sit tight, okay? Gonna go grab them. You still in your clothes from last night?”

“I was too drunk to take them off. I don’t even know how I got my heels off either. They were an absolute bitch to take off.”

He chuckled softly as he gently rubbed soothing circles against your lower back before he reluctantly released you from his grasp. “M’proud that you made it home in one piece and took them off by yourself. Good job baby.”

You let out a huff when he was no longer holding you and you kinda just flopped back down against the side of the couch like a dead fish.

“Gonna take your makeup off, and run you a nice hot bath. Kay? Then we’re gonna get you out of those clothes and into something much more comfortable.” He gently patted your exposed knee from under the blanket before he walked over to your bathroom.

He easily found your makeup wipes from the cabinet under the sink. He returned to you minutes later, setting the bag of makeup wipes on the coffee table before he was gently grasping your thighs in his warm hands and coaxing you to sit up. “You gotta work with me a ‘lil here. Okay honey? Would it be more comfortable if you sat in my lap?”

“How the fuck did I get so lucky?” You mumbled as you sat up, scooting over so you were close enough to wrap your legs around his waist. Your arms draped around his back, interlocking your hands together as you held yourself against him.

“Mmm. Shouldn’t that be the other way around sugar? I’m the lucky one here. Wouldn't want to spend my Sunday any other way than here, takin’ care of ya.” He said with a small grin creeping onto his lips as he looked at you lovingly, with those big brown puppy dog eyes that you loved so tenderly.

You watched as he pulled out a couple makeup wipes, and he grasped your face in one hand, gently holding you still as he began to wipe away at leftover residue of your makeup along your skin. “You’re such a fucking sap, Miller. I love you.”

“Ditto, honey. Now close those pretty eyes for me, okay sugar? I don’t wanna get this stuff in ‘em. That would really fuckin’ hurt.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at his request because he was just too damn adorable right now. Your lashes fluttered shut as he gently wiped away what was left of your eyeshadow. His tongue was poking out between his lips slightly as he was extremely focused on the task at hand.

Once he finished getting most of your makeup off, he pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. Nibbling on it lightly as he elicited a sweet giggle to slip past your lips. “Does that feel a little better baby? Man, that stuff is a pain to get off huh? Let’s go run that bath for you now sweet girl.”

He was gently scooping you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom while you clung to his strong, broad frame like a koala.

He set you down on the edge of the toilet seat and pressed a soft kiss to your temple before he started the water for your bath. He checked the temperature periodically to make sure that it wasn’t too hot for you.

You watched him with complete adoration in your eyes. Joel Miller was what any girl would want in a boyfriend. God, you were so lucky that he was yours.

“Can feel ya starin’ at me.” He looked over his shoulder at you and shot you a playful wink. “Enjoyin’ the view darlin’?”

“Absolutely. I love seeing my man bent over my tub like that.” You giggled.

“You’re adorable.” He mused as he straightened his back and walked back over to where you were sitting. He gently unwrapped your thick quilt from around your body. “Gonna get you out of the dress okay? It’s so pretty..but I can imagine it was uncomfortable to sleep in all night.”

“I couldn’t get the damn zipper down, Joel. I tried multiple times and it wouldn’t fucking budge.”

“I know honey. It’s okay, I’m here now, pretty girl.” He spoke as he gently coaxed you to your feet. He reached around you, grasping the zipper between his fingers before he slowly dragged the metal down, as the material pooled at your ankles, along with your panties. He had you step out from it before he bent down and picked it up, hanging the dress along the hook on the back of the bathroom door.

“Will you hold me in the tub please?” You asked him softly.

“Of course honey..I was gonna be a gentleman and ask. I didn’t wanna go and assume y’know?”

“Are you trying to make me fall in love with you more than I already have? Cause if that’s the case..it’s totally working.” You watched as he effortlessly pulled his shirt over his head.

“Gasp. You really think I’d do such a thing like that?” He chuckled.

“Don’t lie Miller. You absolutely would do something like that baby.”

“Yeahh, alright. You got me there darlin’”

He scooped you up once more as he carried you to the tub and gently set you down into the soothing water. He discarded the rest of his clothing in a pile before he climbed in behind you. He gently wrapped his arms around you as he brought your back against his chest so you were comfortably laying between his strong thighs. “This alright for you baby?”

“This is perfect.” You let out a content sigh as you rested your head against his chest and placed your hands over his under the water, where they rested comfortably along your stomach.

“M’happy to hear that my sweet girl.” He spoke softly as he rested his chin along your shoulder. “You want me to wash your hair for you as well or just hold you?”

“Oh, please. That would be wonderful, thank you.”

He hummed in response as he reached around you and grabbed your favorite bottle of shampoo. Shortly after, you could feel his fingers working the suds into your hair. He was giving you a full on scalp massage as your eyes fluttered shut.

He had continued to softly hum as he gently scraped his nails against your scalp. He loved these little moments of intimacy that he got to share with you.

Once your hair was washed, he gently tipped your head back into the water before he washed the shampoo suds out of your hair.

You were in a state of complete bliss with your boyfriend taking care of you like this. It was wonderful to have him here with you. Your head still pounded painfully but it was nothing a little aspirin couldn’t fix. “Hey, Joel?”

“Yeah baby? What’s up?”

“Never let me go out drinking like that again.”

“Baby..you said the same thing last weekend..” he chuckled.

You muttered something incoherent under your breath as you turned around between his legs to look up at him. “Shhh. I know what I said last weekend but I’m serious. Don’t let me do that again because I feel like dog shit.”

He was gently grasping your chin between his fingers, brushing the pad of his thumb across your plush lower lip. “M’sorry you’re still feelin’ like shit baby. You and I both know your girlfriends are gonna be textin’ you next weekend and askin’ you to go out. Maybe just don’t drink as many vodka crans next time?”

“Hmm..next time I’ll bring you out with me. You can be my moral support..” you said with a grin, leaning in for a kiss.

“Ohh I’d love that. I’ll make sure you’re being good. Still want you to have fun though..Kay sugar?” He removed the pad of his thumb from your lips and replaced it with a kiss.

His kiss was sweet, warm, and comforting.

“If your head is still hurtin’ real bad..I think I might have a solution for you baby. Only if you’re interested..”

“What did you have in mind, baby?” You mumbled against his lips, kissing him languidly.

“Considerin’ I’m a real gentleman and don’t wanna see my girl in any pain at all, I can ease your mind off of it..”

You breathed a soft sigh against his lips as you relaxed against his warm chest. “You wanna get my head spinning in a different way?..”

“Yeah. I’d love to if you’d let me.” He breathed out as he gently cupped your cheek in his warm palm, stroking his thumb against your cheekbone comfortingly.

“Yes please.” You whispered

“Sit back between my thighs, baby. Get nice and comfortable, okay? Gonna take care of you..” he whispered as he broke away from the kiss.

You slowly turned back around so you were resting against his chest once more. You could feel his breath tickling the shell of your ear as he pressed a soft kiss to your pulse point.

Your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you felt the pad of his fingertips dip down between the valley of your breasts and over your navel. Your thighs instinctively fell open as his fingers brushed over your clit, eliciting a soft sigh to slip past your lips.

His fingers began to move in gentle circles against your clit as he continued to press soft kisses along your neck.

He didn’t apply nearly as much pressure against your sensitive bundle of nerves as he usually would. His movements were gentle, tender as he coaxed you into a soothing orgasm with just his fingers alone. “Shh..that’s it. That’s my good girl. I’ve got you baby, it's okay. You’re such a good girl for me.” He whispered against your skin as your hips bucked up against his hand as you chased your impending orgasm.

“Joellll.” You let out a sweet, soft moan as your eyes rolled back into your skull.

“I know baby..I know. Feels good doesn’t it? I love playing with your pretty little pussy like this..always know how to get her purring for me..”

“You’re the devil..” you breathed out as he continued to gently ruin you with his fingers. Once the sensation became too much and your thighs were trembling, you grabbed his hand, interlocking your fingers together as you came down from your high. Your mind was all fuzzy and didn’t hurt nearly as much now.

“Too much?” He let out a soft chuckle seeing that you were spent in his arms.

“Just a little..but I loved it. Thank you baby.”

“Anything for my girl.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Once the water was no longer comfortable, and yours and Joel’s skin was pruning up, he gently helped you out of the tub and wrapped a nice fluffy towel around your body.

He had some comfy sweats and a hoodie waiting for you as he helped you get dressed and carried you back to the couch. He let you sit between his thighs once more while you used him as your own personal pillow. You napped together for the rest of the afternoon. He made sure you drank water every now and then and when you were feeling a little better, he even made you some soup.

Joel Miller made your hangover, and the Sunday Scaries, not so scary anymore. Despite this, you still called off work the next morning, and your boyfriend happily spent the night at your place with you between his arms.

[mikimakiboo]

Two for the price of one

Small drabble for @ancha-aus 's new au ! Double Noot ! Or as I like to call it, Noot² ! :D

( part 1 by ancha, read it before reading this one maybe- )

Very short but I just wanted to make a little something because I find the concept particularly funny :')

I didn't go too deep into the lore since the story didn't really start yet, I just did the "encounter" with the gang so that's why it is INCREDIBLY short like fr and also because I underestimated how tired I am

Quick summary: Corrupt gets separated from Nightmare (Passive Nightmare, who is still six years old), everyone is confused

Tw: slight mention of miscarriage and pregnancy denial (ik it's weird lmao but dw there is context)

How did this happen ? How did they end up here ? Like this ? How did they end up with a child on their couch when they went out to fight the Star Sanses ?

None of them was speaking, just looking at the little skeleton with lavender eyelights on their couch, the little skeleton looking terrified. They couldn't blame him, who wouldn't be after all ? He appeared.. no, came out of Corrupt, in the middle of a battle field, almost got shot with an arrow, was brought into a new place and was now surrounded by five skeletons: one with four massive tentacles, one with empty sockets and black tar leaking from them, one with a big glowing red eye and a hole in his skull, one you couldn't see his face apart from two piercing mismatched eyelights, and one with a knife almost as big as the child. He had every right to be terrified.

Killer was the one to break the silence first.

- Sooooo... Poptart ?

Corrupt looked up after a few seconds, realizing that Killer was talking to him when he saw everyone's gaze locking on him. His gang, or mates as they called each other, didn't like the name Corrupt, it had a bad connotation, one that meant that he was inherently bad, that there wasn't any good in him, which, to them, was completely false, so as they started dating they also started giving him nicknames, two that came back very often were Poptart and Sweetpie. Corrupt struggled to get used to it, being more accustomed to being insulted, just like the villagers always did. But did they insult him ? They insulted Nightmare, they insulted that little child sitting in front of him, but he wasn't Nightmare, so was he really insulted ? It didn't matter, Dream insulted him too after all, and he wasn't aiming these insults at Nightmare, but at him.

He looked at Killer, waiting for him to say whatever he had in mind.

- Why didn't you tell us you were pregnant ? Or at least tell Horror or Dust cause judging by the kid's eyelights it was one of them who got you pregnant, cause blue and red makes purple so...

Saying that Corrupt was taken aback would have been an understatement, and it didn't help that they were all staring at him, waiting for him to confirm what Killer said. The child, despite still being tensed, was visibly confused as well, but not for the same reason, because he was pretty sure he wasn't anybody's kid, and especially their kid. He would have remembered it.

- I wasn't pregnant.

Corrupt answered after a moment, making Killer frown, doubting the statement.

- Isn't that called a pregnancy denial ? I mean we didn't see you gain weight either so...

Cross asked, a little unsure of how to tackle the subject, he never had to deal with a pregnant monster before, and maybe denials were a sensitive subject, he didn't want to upset his mate by being too straight forward.

Corrupt looked at them, disconcerted.

- I wasn't pregnant, I have never been pregnant, Nightmare was.. I thought.. he was supposed to be dead !

He argued, but he only gained a compassionate look from his mates. Killer put a hand on his shoulder, looking way more serious than he was accustomed to, and he heard Cross mumble Nightmare's name.

- It's okay Poptart, you could have told us you thought you had a miscarriage, we would have supported you, you know..

Horror nodded from behind Killer, and Corrupt knew Dust thought the same even without looking at him.

- For God's sake Killer, I was not pregnant !

He claimed again, wanting to end this nonsense before it got uncontrollable. Killer was about to respond when they heard a sob. They all turned in sync, and saw the child, Nightmare, with tears rolling down his cheeks. He didn't like the yelling, it brought back too many bad memories, memories he would have preferred to forget. Corrupt shrugged to get Killer's hand off of his shoulder and went to the child, kneeling to be on the same level as him, and carefully wiped his tears with his thumb. Nightmare flinched, backing against the couch's case, but he didn't chase Corrupt's hand away.

- Hey I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled.. we're not gonna hurt you, you're safe here, you don't have to be scared..

Corrupt apologized, speaking with a soft tone to try and sooth the little one.

Nightmare looked at the goopy skeleton in front of him, still sniffling, but, somehow, he had a vague sense of déjà vu... something in him told him he had already heard those words, already felt this magic... the four white skeletons were new, that he was sure, but this black one, he was familiar...

- If you weren't pregnant... then where does he come from ?

Dust asked, sitting on the other couch, his legs still being sore from the fight. Horror had joined him, Killer and Cross were still standing.

Corrupt sighed, standing up too but staying next to the child who was now only staring at him, trying to remember where he saw him.

- That's Nightmare, the.. the true guardian of negativity, the one who allowed me to come to life by eating the apples. He started to explain as simply as he could. I.. thought he had died in the process, but turns out he was still there, just.. dormant, and invisible..

- But why show up now ?

Killer asked.

- I.. honestly, I don't know, but he's here now, and it's better he stays here.

Corrupt answered. Nightmare frowned, looking at the adult. He gave him life by eating the apples ? He did remember eating the apples from his tree, he remembered the villagers and the pitchforks, he remembered someone told him to let go when he took his first bite, they told him they would protect him, but he had to give up his mind and body. At that time, Nightmare didn't think much, he was already so scared, he would have done anything for someone to fight for him, to protect him, and when he heard this voice, he knew it was his only way out, and he gave up everything, his vision fading to black as he felt everything become numb. This skeleton had the same voice, and he was emanating negativity, a pure one, the same that emanated from his apples. Was he the voice ? He seemed so big... not as big as the other skeletons, but much bigger than him, especially with those tentacles coming from his back. Nightmare remembered his back hurting a lot more than the rest of his body, was it because of the tentacles ? They seemed to be heavy... he slowly reached out to the one that was the closest to him, putting his hand on the appendage, it was surprisingly soft and a little cold too... he felt the negativity swarm up around his hand, resonating with his own...

Corrupt looked down when he felt the child touch his tentacle. He didn't move it, letting him discover it as he pleased.

- So.. we're just gonna take care of a kid now ? Not that I want to abandon him, I sure don't, but.. are we qualified to do that ?

Cross hesitantly asked, tugging on his jacket. This castle was full of dangerous things for a child, and they weren't the most welcoming monsters either, even if he knew no one would hurt Nightmare, maybe he would be better with someone more qualified, like a Toriel or even an Asgore, monsters who had the parental instinct in their codes...

- We'll have to be..

Horror quietly said, looking at the little child on the couch, he had the same amazement in his eyes when looking at the tentacle that his brother always had before the famine took hold of everything...

Killer and Dust shared a look, not sure that they could raise a child. They raised their brother, but it ended up... pretty badly, they weren't sure they could raise someone properly after that. Cross was different, sure he killed his brother too, but he lived through so many different timelines, so many in which he was a good brother, in which he actually was caring until the end, he could manage to raise a child if he wanted to, if he trusted himself enough to do so, but them ? They would probably need to keep their distance, at least for a moment, at least until the kid started to learn how to fight back.

- I trust you all to look out for him, every one of you.

Corrupt assured, looking at his two mates from whom he had felt a peak of negativity. He knew what they were thinking about, but he also knew they wouldn't be a threat for the child, the simple fact that they felt apprehension from the thought of doing so alone was enough proof for him.

- For now he needs a bath, he said, Nightmare's bones and clothes being stained from the goop, I'll take care of it. Killer, you can go with Cross in Littletale and gather some clothes for him. Be careful not to be seen, we don't want the stars to know about that.

Killer nodded after a brief look to the child, and him and Cross disappeared in a portal, going to complete their mission.

- What about us ?

Dust asked.

- Horror can go cook dinner, with an extra dish, and you go to the infirmary and heal yourself, don't think I didn't notice you couldn't move your arm.

Dust didn't respond, only looking down in shame, he thought he hid it well...

Corrupt sighed, turning his attention to the little skeleton once they were alone. Nightmare had looked up when Cross opened the portal for him and Killer to leave, clenching on the tentacle, and was now staring at Corrupt, alert.

- Who... who are they... ?

The child hesitantly asked in a whisper, his voice quiet as he hadn't used it in five hundred years. He already knew who Corrupt was, he said it, but who were the others ? Were they the surviving villagers ? Would they try to finish the job ? What did they want from him ? Why bring him back with them ? Surely it couldn't be good, it has never been good when someone wanted him to stay somewhere...

- They are my... my partners, they have been working with me for many years, they won't harm you, I trust them. You can trust them, too, and if anything, I'll be here to protect you.

He tried to explain as simply as he could. He felt Nightmare relax a little, even if he could still feel his fear deep inside his soul, the child seemed to believe him, maybe because his feelings were clear and not tainted with mischief or bad intentions, or because Nightmare remembered who he was and knew he could at least rely on him a little.

Corrupt knew Nightmare wouldn't trust them straight from the beginning, but if he at least believed they wouldn't hurt him, then it was a good start, because now that he was here, Corrupt would never let him go out. He needed to protect him, he swore to him that he would protect him from the very moment he came to life, it was his whole purpose.

He wouldn't fail.

[anemptypuddingcup]

I’ll give you something to gnaw on.

Luffy x Female Zombie!Reader.

Smut short.

Idea from my bbygirl @milkzoro, their roles are just switched. This is also for her! Love you!

also tagging @coocoocatchoo, @bowsa-jr, @pileofmush & @kingofthe-egirls

Contains: Not much context on story. Reader is somewhat a playful zombie. Reader still having some of her remaining mind left. Reader understanding…a few words. A bit goofy in a way in the beginning. Dry humping & grinding. Yes….Luffy is having sex with a zombie that zombie being you. WAIT SO DOES THAT MEAN THIS IS NECROPHILIA!? Lemme stfu it’s overall wholesome. Reader being referred as peach for my baby.

“Okay- So what should I do w’ya? I can’ jus leave ya here foreva.”

Luffy stared at your semi-lifeless eyes, a bit of drool and dried blood seeping at the corners of your cloth gag. You continuously chew and gnaw on the cloth, assuming that it was something to eat. Though the more you chewed, the more you began to grow upset at the fact that you couldn’t swallow it. “Oi, that ain’ food Y’know peach-“ He groans, pinching your cheek. You growl out lazily to him, your cold and pale green hand pressing up against his wrist softly. “Why do I even bother, ya just a walkin’ dead body.” Luffy sighed.

You perk up at his words and look up at him, giving him a blank little stare which catches him off guard. You slowly turn over and crawl onto his lap, startling him even more and making him scoot back and away from you. “T-Th’hell?-“ Luffy stammers, a bit surprised that your movements weren’t so…lifeless anymore. You slowly press your hands to his shoulders and tilt your head slowly at him, a lifeless groan leaving you as your rough fingertips scratched his soft and tanned skin.

“O-Oi! What’s up w’ya peachy!? Ya were jus actin’ all dumb a lil while ago!” Luffy asks you, making you flinch back a bit. You press your mouth to his shoulder and huff out angrily, trying to bite into his thick layer of skin. He smirks and snickers before pulling you back and away from him. “Ehh? So ya ain as dumb as I thought? Ya still a lil’ slow, but smart at th’same time. Such a good gal ain’tcha peachy?” He compliments, pushing you away from him.

You groan out and claw lazily at his skin, reaching up before getting a grasp on his face. “Oi!-“ He pulls and furrows his brows, pulling your hands away and off of his face. You were persistent and continued to reach for his face, making him grip your wrist tightly and pull it away. “Dammit stop tryin’ t’touch me peachy!” Luffy groans out irritably, his teeth clenching tight as he pushes you away once again.

Your mind obviously didn’t understand the word no, and in a desperate attempt you continue to reach for him and try to get a bite out of him. A bit fed up with your struggling, he shoves you down into the couch cushions and sighs out as you begin to squirm around angrily. You groan out playfully, your legs and arms thrashing around slowly as you struggled and resist against him.

“O-Oi! S-Sit still!”

Luffy struggled to keep you still and a shaky groan spills past his lips as you continue to squirm beneath him. The more you moved, the more he began to grow hard and you obviously didn’t notice it until a bit later.

He sighs out shakily as he felt more irritated, knowing he couldn’t please himself around someone (or something half dead) like you without feeling weird meant that he obviously wouldn’t be able to take care of it.

At least he thought that…

He seemed to notice you growing more sedated and quiet as you felt his hot length pressed against your warm clothed cunt, and with that an idea begins to stir up in his mind. Your movements had stopped and you were just staring up at him with those cloudy lifeless eyes.

He felt butterflies stir up in his tummy, he couldn’t think to fuck you while you were obviously unable to think for feel for yourself. He slowly backs up off of you with the thought but you were stubborn.

You crawl over closer to him and he tries to shove you away. “Oi! No! Get away-“ He yells, not wanting you to get closer to him. Of course you disobeyed. You weakly grabs his hips and press your face closer against his erection, making him jump and struggle to shove you away. “OI! W-What’s w’ya! Get off!” He yells, slight moans leaving him as he watches you press your mouth against the fabric of his shorts.

He couldn’t help but sit there and watch as you tried to do whatever you were trying to do. Though sitting there and allowing to just sit there with your face against his crotch was just agonizing itself, his hand pressing up against your head and pushes you away once again. Even though you struggled, Luffy could tell that you had a sudden interest with his hard on. “Y-Ya…G-Get away from there peachy..Ya can’ be down there near m’dick like that…” Luffy demands, his breath hitching as he stared down at you.

You blink slowly yet blankly as he pulls you up back onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and you smush your cold cheek up against his warm face. He sighs and pulls you closer to him, but a sudden movement against his erection causes him to jolt and hiss out. He feels you weakly grinding your hips against his, his hands slowly trailing down to your chilly hips.

He grips your hips and begins dragging your cunt along his hard cock, a groan leaving both him and you. “Ah~ Y-Ya don’t mind this…do ya peachy?” He asked, exhaling sharply as he begins to hump up into your cunt. Your weak grasp grows a bit tighter against him and a moan leaves your lips as you felt sudden warmth and stimulation shooting throughout your lower tummy and your cunt. You grip his shirt and begin to move your hips a bit faster, pressing your mouth up against his shoulder again.

“Ah~ F-Fuck…Ya so warm down there~” Luffy hums, pulling you closer to him. You mewl out to him, now letting go of his shoulders and laying back onto the couch. Luffy continues to grind up into your pussy, the feeling of your legs pulling him in closer making his eyes widen with excitement. He smirks and pulls your hips in more, huffing out shakily.

“Ahhh~ F-Fuck it. Here lemme take ya shorts off-“ Luffy groans out, his hands gripping and pulling your shorts off. A trail of thick slick disconnects from your pussy to the fabric of your shorts, and a groan leaves your lips as you felt the chilly air hit against your pussy. Luffy pulls his joggers and briefs down a bit, revealing his long and thick length to you.

He presses his shaft against your pussy lips and you shudder from the warmth, your eyes wincing slightly from his length pulsating against your cunt. He begins to slide his along your cunt, grinding and sliding it deep within your pussy. You whimper out, moving your hands up to your blush-dusted cheeks while Luffy concentrates on his pleasure. His tip continuously bumps up against your clit as he grinds into your pussy, now growing close to shoving his length past your entrance.

Your slick gives Luffy’s cock more lubricant, causing him to slide and grind into you a bit faster. His hands grips your cold thighs tightly and he begins to grow more vocal, a few heavy groans leaving him as he bit his bottom lip tight. His brows begin to furl as he whines out shakily, desperate to get a bit more friction or at least slide the tip inside of you.

Though felt that he couldn’t do that, not without your permission anyway.

“Hah~ Fuck ya pussy feels good~” He huffs, his body lying down and pressing up against yours, your breasts squishing against his scarred chest. You let out a little mewl and began to wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him in closer a bit more. He sighs out and smiles down at you, his hand moving from your hips and up to your face. He moves your hands and cups your face, his eyes half-lidded as he stared down into yours.

He was still grinding into your pussy and he watched your face twist and contort from the pleasure. They were rather adorable to him. He sighs out and presses his lips against yours, the cloth gag being the only barrier between your both. He pulls back and presses his face into your breasts while you stared at him, dazed and stunned.

“Lemme fuck ya…can I fuck ya peaches..? Will ya let me do it…?” He asks you, looking up into eyes. You tilt your head and Luffy move in close to your ear, whispering the question once again. “Can I…Can I fuck ya?” He whispers, his hand trailing along the cold skin of your neck. Your eyes widen in response and you let out a little noise before looking down at him. You slowly sit up, your hands pressing down against the soft couch cushions as you sat your own body up.

You scoot back and open your legs to him, breathing shakily yet thickly against him. Luffy sits up and stares down at you, watching as you struggled to get what appeared to be a form of words out. Luffy quickly pulls down the gag and pulls his hand away, watching as you finally spoke to him for the first time.

“Nngh…Y-Yessss- Mmghyesss!” You say, shaking yours head up and down slowly while Luffy watched. Luffy chuckles before pulling the cloth gag back into your mouth, tighten it so it wouldn’t fall off.

With your approval, Luffy wastes no time pressing his tip against your entrance and slowly thrusting in. You groan and gasp out, slowly throwing your head back as you felt his cock enter inside of you. It was warm and thick, stretching your warm walls as he entered with ease. “Mmgh~ Ahhh~” You gasp out, your hands reaching back up to cup your own face. Luffy grabs your arms and places them around his neck, giving you his toothy grin while he did so.

You kept your legs wrapped tight around his hips as he begins to thrust into you, gasping out as he felt your walls suck him in. Your breasts bounced at every thrust, each one harder than the last. “Mmgh~ Mmmh~” You mewl out and turn your head away, your brows furrowing as the pleasure began to hit you hard like a brick. Luffy groaned out while he stared down into your eyes, a few whines leaving him as he begins to pound into you.

“Mmgh Fuck! Hah, ya pussy is s’good~ Y-Ya s’warm and soft inside and s’sticky~” Luffy moans out, pressing his face up against your neck.

Even if you were a cold and lifeless walking corpse, your insides were still all warm and snug around his cock. A breathless and scratchy moan left your lips as you felt him thrust deep inside of you, his arms holding on to your legs while he pounds into your cunt. Your toes curls unconsciously from the pleasure and your hands were practically tearing Luffy’s t-shirt strap. Your teeth clenches tight against the cloth gag while your eyes shuts tight from the pleasure.

Your grasp begins to slip from Luffy’s t-shirt as you felt yourself melting on his cock, the pleasure was so wonderful yet so strong. His cock made your whole body feel hot and fluffy, yet you felt your insides melting while they were being churned by Luffy’s dick. “Ah! Ah!~” You gasp out and arch your back as you felt something wanting to rush out of you, your orgasm was growing close and Luffy had noticed.

A giggle leaves past his lips as he felt you tighten a bit more on his length, he knew how close you were and he couldn’t wait any longer to see your cute face once you cum. “Ahh? Peaches! Ya close ain’tcha?~ Ya gonna cum baby?” He asks you, chuckling as he continues to pound into your pussy. You lied there breathless, yet you gasp and moaned out as you felt yourself wanting to cum. It was a very very strong feeling.

You whimper out and a heavy gasp leaves you as you felt Luffy hit you hard against your g-spot. Luffy presses soft smooches against your cold green skin, pressing kisses all on your scars along your neck and collarbone. You release his t-shirt and place your hands on his shoulders, a sigh leaving you as you arch your back once again. “Mmgh! Nngh!~ Mmh!” You whimper and squirm around, your walls pulsating and fluttering around Luffy’s cock as you finally felt yourself ready to release.

Luffy continues to pound into your cunt and you let out a loud mewl, your cunt finally cumming around his length. “Mmmh! Ahhh~” You gasp and whine out shakily while Luffy watched your face twist from your orgasm. Your thick and creamy cum coats his cock and he was surprised to see that you creamed instead of squirted. He was satisfied either way but his body wasn’t.

He watched you catch your breath and he notices that you’re struggling to move and turn over. Luffy smiles and grabs your hips, pulling you farther into his cock and making you let out a sudden shaky gasp. He pulls back out, a thick trail of your cum disconnecting from his cock and spilling out onto the couch cushions. You look at him with a blank yet slightly confused expression as he turns you over onto your tummy.

“I still haven’ came yet baby gal~” He whispers to you, a little snicker falling after.

He slowly pushes his cock back into you making you groan out before he grabs your arms and pulls you up off of the couch. He pulls you back onto his cock and he continues to thrust into you making you whine and mewl out from slight overstimulation. The sound of his hips slapping stickily into yours echoes throughout the living room. Your whines and whimpers growing loud as your pussy was overstimulated and didn’t want anymore.

It was growing so addictive. His cock buried deep inside of you and kissing your sweetest spots. Fuck it was so good, even in the afterlife.

Even as a zombie.

Luffy feels you unconsciously tighten around him and he presses his head against your cold shoulder. He could see a little tummy bulge forming in your lower tummy from his thrusts against your cervix. He adored your reactions. Even if you were a mere zombie, you’d still had a bit of human left within you. He honestly thought it was more adorable watching you squirm against him, whining and mewling out in pleasure from his cock.

He loves it and he began to gain a liking to you.

“Does m’dick feel good baby? Ya keep moaning such pretty souns’ in m’ear.” Luffy whisper to you, his hand reaching up to grab your breast. He groped and massages the fatty tissue, making you mewl out and roll your head back slowly. He sees your cloudy eyes rolling back from the pleasure and he chuckles, adoring your wonderful little face. “Fuck, s’cute ain’tcha?~ M’dick makin’ ya feel s’good, Ya pussy suckin’ in m’cock~ Ahhh~” He huff out, the dirty thoughts causing him to fuck into your cunt a bit rougher.

Luffy hisses into your ear, the feeling of his cock twitching against your walls making you shudder a bit. His rough hand practically squeezes your breast, a gasp leaving him as he felt himself ready to cum. He lets go of your arms and presses your body down against the soft cushions of the couch, his body pressing up against yours as he ruts and pounds into your pussy.

His arms wrap around your body and he gasps out, huffing heavily in your ear as his orgasm was right there on the edge. “Mmgh~ Fuck m’gonna cum peach~ M’cummin’ baby!~” He groans, lying his head against your shoulder. You huffed heavily as your hand grasped the couch cushions tightly, your nails tearing the fabric slightly while Luffy kissed your cervix so good.

“Mmgh!~ MMH!~” You gasp out loudly to Luffy as you cum around his cock again, coating his length in your thick creamy essence once more. “Cummin’! C-Cummin’!~” Luffy gives your pussy a few more thrusts before he finally releases deep inside of your cunt, pumping you full of cum and filling your pussy up. Your body shudders as you felt him fill your pussy up, a few groans leaving your lips as you looked back at Luffy.

Luffy huffs heavily against you, mewling out as he laid his head down against your cold skin. His body was warm laying against yours, warming both you and your cold skin up. Luffy snickers against your skin before pressing a smooch to your shoulder. You breathe out another scratchy breath as you rested your head against your arms, a sleepy groan escaping past your lips as you lie there relaxed and fully satisfied.

A snore fills you ears and you lift your head before looking back to Luffy. He had surprisingly feel asleep, with his head resting up against your cold skin. You blink blankly and look around before resting your head in your arms.

You lie there and await for Luffy to wake up, guarding him while keeping warm in the process. You smile softly, lying there all snug and comfy as you relaxed against Luffy’s warmer body. He snored and drooled against you skin, humming out sweetly as he wraps his arms around you tighter.

You softly hold his hand and lay there, waiting for him to wake up so you could play again.

[brownskinlemon]

Honey (D.F.): PT2

pairing: dominic fike x reader

warnings: 18+ smut, very detailed intercourse, p in v, fingering (fem receiving), no protection (please don't do this), 'i love you's, angsty + a bit sappy, cursing

read pt 1 here for context

synopsis: you and Dominic reconnect after your almost-relationship, over a tall, hot, and overflowing cup of jealousy

author's note: this is the final part! i hope you enjoy

recap from part 1 :

"He stands there in disbelief, and you can see the gears turning in his head as he realizes he’s cornered. You both stand there in a stalemate, and you silently beg him with your gaze to not run, to not give up. 

“Can we not do this here? Can I give you a ride home, and we can..talk. Seriously this time.” His raspy voice is only slightly above a whisper. 

Your eyes dance between his own doe eyes, trying to hide that all your resolve had dissipated, melted into honey and warmed your limbs from his voice.

“Okay.” You whisper, looking away from his burning gaze, stepping aside to let him lead the way. "

-

You're in the passenger seat of his car before you know it, the familiar car air fresheners and his cologne flooding your nose. The ride home is relatively silent, an antsy air buzzing around you, too scared to talk about the elephant in the backseat for the moment. Your gaze is trained out your window, as you sneak an occasional glance at the man next to you. The limbo you two are in dissipates as you arrive in front of your apartment building, and he parks. Silence.

You can't bring yourself to really, fully,look at him. Instead, you settle for crossing your arms over your torso to create some semblance of comfort in the thick tension of the car.

“Do you..” You pause to clear your throat. “Do you want to come up? I feel like I'm suffocating in here.” You admit.

“Yeah. Yeah that’s fine.” He turns the car off and you get out without sparing him a glance. As you scan into the building door, you hold it open for him behind you, and once he catches it you make your way to the elevator to push the button to your floor. 

The ride up is just as excruciating as you predicted, you could feel the heat and intensity radiating off of him, and the way his eyes took in your profile. Once you arrive at your front door you swing the door open, knowing he was right on your trail. You walk forward until you're in the dead center of your living room, arms crossed over your chest with your back to him. Being back in your own home did nothing to dull the flood of nervousness flooding your cells. 

When he says nothing, you turn to face him a good deal of feet away from you. His frame is frozen right in front of the door.  You watch as his eyes search for remnants of another man’s presence in the details of your apartment, to no avail.

“I haven’t had anyone over since you, if that's what you’re wondering.” You mutter, and watch as his head snaps back to you, shoulders visibly relaxing. 

You regard each other for a moment then, taking in the details of one another. The languid honey draping your veins began to pool between your legs, your logic of the moment no match for the raw, untapped desire the man in front of you created so easily. You had a serious facade to upkeep however, so you face away from him for your sake.

You made your way to your couch, ridding yourself of your shoes. 

“You wanted to talk. Go.” You gestured to the couch across from you. He huffed, removing his shoes so as to not ruin your carpet, and sat across from you, leaning forward on his knees. 

“I don’t think that I went about things the right way. I..I like you, alot.” Your heart sank at the admission. “I got fucking scared and ran when it felt real, you know? I know that’s not an excuse, and I know it was fucked up believe me. I’m sorry, I really, really am.”

You blinked away tears and nodded, letting him continue.

“I just want you to know I still feel that way. I know I have no right to come back into your life expecting you to still care but…I. When I saw you tonight, with him, I thought I had lost you for good. I should've said something, done something earlier. I left you in the dust just as confused as I was and that was unfair. I know I’m an asshole for that, and I don’t expect you to forget it or trust me , but you have to believe me when I say that.” 

“Dom.” You finally found your voice after a few moments. “You don’t know how much I liked you, hell how much I still like you, even after all this stupid shit.” You chuckle dryly. “You can’t keep running when things get good. It’s not about solely giving in to some cosmic curse like you’re making it out to be. It’s about realizing it’s what you deserve. Do you think you deserve for me to love you?”

“No.” He says almost instantly, shaking his head as you watch his gaze flicker out to the window with watery eyes. You can’t help but momentarily wilt at the poor thing in front of you, the city lights draping his features gracefully.

“No?” You tilt your head sympathetically. “Well I do. And I do, love you. God I can’t believe I’m saying it but it's true. It’s true Dominic! You can storm out of here now and hop on the nearest plane and that would still never be far enough to make me stop loving you.” You feel a weight drop off your shoulders at your confession, it is quickly replaced with a knot of anxiety as you await his response. 

Instead of speaking, he quickly makes his way to his feet, storming over to you hover over you, arms on either side of you on the couch. His face is mere inches away, and your head is tilted back to look up at him.

“Please, Y/N, please.” He sighs, eyes closing like he is struggling to keep his composure.

“What?” You ask breathlessly.

“Let me show you how I feel, I can’t-please baby please.” 

“Show me.” Before the last word can make its full exit, his lips are on yours. His lips are even more soft than you expected, your lips following the lead of his own skilled ones. Your hands reach up to grab a desperate handful of his bicep and a small tuft of hair on the nape of his neck. You don’t even realize your tears are slipping until he leans back to wipe your tears.

“I’m so sorry, I love you, I love you.” He says between kisses.

“Dominic.” You duck away quickly from his kiss to speak. “Bedroom.” He lifts you into his arms with little to no effort.

Your room is just as it was before you left. The dimly lit room blankets you both in its serenity. In the back of your mind, you’re grateful for you deciding to clean up before you left. 

He sits you on the edge of the bed, his large hand coming up to gently hold the side of your neck as he deepens the kiss, lulling your head back. He coaxes your body back onto the bed gently. He plays with the hem of your dress for a moment, looking back up to your watery and pleading gaze.

“May I?” He tilted his head. You nod silently, shuttering at the thought of him seeing you exposed in that way. You watched as his hands came to gently brush the shoulders of your dress down, rolling it down to your hips. “Hips up.” He whispers. You oblige, and he proceeds until you are nearly bare in front of him. 

He leans back down to kiss you, but before he can make contact again you stop him. “Wait.”

“What?” His eyebrows furrow in worry.

“You have too many clothes on. We’re uneven.” You gesture at his full outfit. He follows your gestures down with his eyes and chuckles at your dramatics.

“Fine fineee.” He concedes, leaning back to rid himself of his shirt. You can’t help the way your eyes glaze over as his pants follow suit. You had seen him in swim trunks once before but nothing compared to the way he looked like this, at this angle, and in this lighting. It was all too much. 

Your skin set ablaze as it came in contact with his, him leaning over you once again. Your heart dropped as his hands reached under your arched back to unclip your bra, gently pulling it from your shoulders. You didn’t dare to look down at your bare chest for fear of growing self-conscious of his fiery gaze. His head ducked to your neck, lips barely brisking the sensitive skin, coaxing light whines out of you as he worked his way down. When his ambitious tongue met your nipple for the first time, you couldn’t do anything other than jump, rushing your hands into his mop of curls to make a purchase on something.

He pulls back. “Relax baby. I got you.” He resumes his torture, taking in your restlessness, his other hand goes to massage your unattended breast. He kisses his way down your trembling torso, stopping at your bikini line, he plays with the hem of it, tilting his head silently to ask for permission. You accept nearly too fast for your own good, eyes watching him as you become fully naked for him.

You want to curl into a tight knit ball the way his gaze scrutinizes your every detail lovingly. For a moment, you began to trail off into that place of sabotage, wanting to hide yourself from him. Before you can run off, he brings you back with a whisper, so faint you’re not sure if it was for you.

“So beautiful. Oh my God.” His eyes scan you every feature, settling back on your face. He watches your face closely as your eyes squeeze together and your chest heaves unevenly, the intensity of the moment clearly overwhelming you . “Hey-” He tuts, “Look at me.” His gentle tone almost, almost, forces your unwilling eyes open. His large hands slide up the expanse of your torso, before he suddenly steps back from you completely. 

Your eyes shoot open and you sit up completely, finding him no longer in front of you. You watch over your shoulder, as he climbs onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard. You turn around to face him completely from your perch on the edge of the bed.

“What…what are you doing?” You ask breathlessly.

“C’mere.” He says casually, with an undercurrent of determination, patting his lap. You lag for a moment, but you can’t deny the way your body is called to him, nearly floating over like a moth to a flame. Once you are within inches of him, he wraps his hand around your waist, flipping you back around quickly so that your back is against his firm chest. 

You look straight ahead as you find your breath, transfixed on the view ahead of you: You and him in the large mirror in front of your bed. You took notice of the light sheen of your skin in the city lights dancing around the room. Your eyes moved to Dominic’s in the mirror, flooded with an intensity that made you squirm. His chest was warm against your back, and his hands were even warmer as they finally rejoined with your skin. He stared over your body in the mirror as his hands trailed down to your bikini line. Digits ghost the hyperactive area, an untapped desire making you unable to stay still in his grasp. 

“May I make you feel good?” You nod almost automatically, and his nod mirrors yours at your submissiveness.His hands hook under your knees, pulling them apart and up towards your chest, hands creeping towards your center in a precise dance. His tongue meets your neck, licking pliantly up your sensitive skin while his hands finally meet your sensitive clit. You jolt, nearly jumping out of your own skin. A whine bubbles from your throat at the dual contact. 

“Y’know, I always imagined how you would look like this.” He speaks near your ear. “I could’ve never created something this beautiful in my brain.” The circles around your center coupled with the sultry words  produce a warm blanket in your lower stomach, making you shiver with pleasure. “Look at me.”

Your hooded eyes gradually force open to obey, and they shoot open wide when he sinks his finger into you. Though his fingers are inside of you, and he should look utterly turned on, nothing but adoration graced his features watching your reactions to his touch.` Your spongy walls clench around the singular digit, and a guttural moan escapes your chest at the intrusion. When your head starts to lull back against his shoulder his free hand comes under your chin to hold your head back up, and your gaze back to him.

As he sinks another finger in easily and a choked gasp leaves your trembling, his head comes to hook onto your shoulder. “Look at how well we look together baby, you’re taking it so well.” He coos at you through the mirror. “I couldn’t bring myself to touch anyone else, this..this is all I wanted.” 

What was once a pool of desire is boiling into an intense stir in your lower abdomen. Your legs thrash out and tense under his unending torture between your legs. Your heavy eyes struggle to stay open, and he takes notice of this.

“I..I c-can’t.” You say, followed with a pleading of his name like a mantra.

“Yes you can, and you will. You’re so good baby, so good. Give it to me.”

A few moments later you are succumbing to the weight of your lids and the skill of his fingers, near-convulsing under his grasp. Somewhere far in the distance you can hear his voice coaxing you lower into the abyss of serenity you were drowning in. The abyss is seemingly never ending, and when you finally come to, your eyes are heavy, head back against him.

With the heavy heaving of your chest, you slowly lift your head, to look back at the boy through your mirror. He is starstruck, eyes filled with a childlike wonder as they cascade over your dazed expression. A kiss on the side of your forehead is what he leaves you with as he gently slides from behind you, laying you back down on the bed.

He sits on the edge of the bed near you, holding your hand in his grasp as he stares down at you with adoration. The serene silence of the moment is broken when you finally find your voice.

“Dom?” You ask meekly.

“Yes?”

“Can you…can we go all the way?”

“Are you sure?” His excitement and arousal is evident, the rocky imprint in his pants a testament, but you watch his serious expression override it.

“Mhm.” You nod. 

“Ok. Yeah. Do you want me to use protection?”

“I don’t think so.” You answer shyly.

“I need a definite answer baby.” He says warmly, hand massaging at your hip.

“No, no protection. I’m on birth control” Your gaze avoids his intense one. With your permission, he slowly comes between your legs, and after ridding himself of his briefs, you are left with his arousal lightly poking at your stomach as he hovers above you.

His head tilts in adoration as he smiles smally down at you, pushing your hair back to graze your cheek with your thumb. 

“You ready?” He asks gently, a smile growing as he watches you nod back at him.

His breath stalls as he starts to run his tip through your soaked folds, mirroring the own stall of your chest at the sensitivity. As his tip slowly breaches your entrance, he watches your face. You tense under him, his length beginning to stir a mix of stinging at the stretch and a small flirt of muddled pleasure following close behind it.

Once he works a few inches into you, you pause at the size of him. 

Your eyebrows furrow as your lips form a slight ‘o’. “Dom” Your voice cracks.

“It’s a lot huh?” You nod with a gasp. “You’re taking it so well.” Under his spell you feel the flirtatious pleasure begin to override the stretch as he bottoms out. You close your eyes at how full you feel, and his pauses inside you to let you fully adjust.

“Breath baby.I’ll wait here just like this for as long as you need.” After huffing out a few deep breaths, you feel as ready as you’ll ever be. You always expected your first time with him to be a fiery and pornographic scene that would make the kinkiest of people squirm. This scene, him gently between your thighs was nothing near pornographic, it was so gentle akin to a warm conversation between your bodies and your hearts. 

“I’m ready.” You say with a squeak.

His hips begin to draw back gently a few inches, and press back into you again. His forehead comes to press against yours, his chest heaving at your warmth surrounding him.

“Holy shit baby.” He says, words nearly slurring together. You clench at the curse` leaving his lips.

He reaches down to grab your knee, hooking your leg up higher over his arm. The new angle lets him reach a spot within you that you never even knew existed. 

“Dom I- oh my God.” Your hands grasp desperately at him, digging into his biceps like your life depended on it. “I love you.” You repeat it like a mantra, the desperation in your voice making it sound like you’re pleading.

His hips stutter at your words. “I love you beautiful. You were made for me.” You whine at his words. “God I’m so sorry for everything baby, I love you.” He reaches down between you both to draw pointed circles on your sensitive clit.

Your back arches up into him, and his head dips down to whisper to coax you gently into a second release. “Good girl, give it to me one more time.” 

“Ah, it's- it’s a lot.”

“I know, but you can take it I know you can. Let me make you feel good baby, please.” Your head falls back into the pillow, and your hips betray you. Your body can’t decide whether to sink into the pleasure or run from the intensity, and it leaves you a tense, thrashing mess. Pleasure floods you from head to toe, and you’re not sure where he ends and you begin.

“Let it go. I’m here, I’ve got you.” He marks your neck with the admiration of a painter, and it's the feather that breaks the camel's back. With a long, drawn out moan reverberating the room, you release for the second time that night. You cling to him, sure to leave some marks from the intensity of your grip.

His forehead comes back to lean against yours, his hips stutter with you clenching relentlessly down on him. A breathless groan leaves his chest, and it's underlined with a hint of a whine. Just as you come back down, he fills you up, hips pressing deep into yours with a reverence that makes you moan. He pauses there for a few moments before he pulls out, the only sounds in the room being your collective uneven breathing. Neither of you are eager to come apart, the unbridled heaviness of the moment destroying the boundaries of where you both ended and begun. He pulls out with a hiss from the both of you, and sits up slightly and reaches for your hand in his own.

“Are you okay?” He asks, watching as your eyes peek open at him, a weak smile gracing your features as you hum a ‘yes’. “I know we talked earlier, but…I don’t want this to be something you end up regretting.”

“Why would I regret it?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing at his solemn tone as you slightly sat up.

“I don’t know. I know how stupid I acted, you should hate me right now.”

“But I don't. You don’t get to decide how I feel. Yes, it sucked. But I brought you back tonight because I think…it’s worth a second chance. Clean slate.” Your hands reach up to toy with his curls, and his head leans into your touch. “Pinky promise you’ll communicate this time, no running. I’d rather argue all night than hear nothing from you.” 

He nibbles lightly on his bottom lip, doe eyes fixated on your pinky hovering in front of him. After a few moments, he reaches his hand up to interlock your pinkies. He leans down to kiss your pinky then your lips, the slow languid pace nearly rocking you asleep. He wanted nothing more than to be here as you fell asleep. 

You shuffled into the comfort of his neck, and he held you there. He knew he’d have to wake you up in a bit to get you cleaned up, but for now he was content with the view of the city draping your features. The peace evident in your face was something he had truly missed, and he cooed to himself as you clung to him. 

“Sweet dreams, honey.”

-

please comment your thoughts! mwah

[nolita-fairytale]

comfort & chaos | carmy berzatto x fem!reader | chapter four: 2/22/22

summary: carmy receives bad news that changes his life forever, while you're relationship with him comes to a head. (the five times carmen berzatto fell in love with you a little and the one time he finally told you)

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ only), death, grief, mentions of suicide, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns, drinking & smoking, suggestive language

word count: 5.5k

listen to: hurting kind - del water gap | robbers - the 1975 | hostages - the howl & the hum

a/n: i need therapy after writing this. so sorry bbs love you all. ok but fr, i thought that i was going to write a smut scene that was not going to be hot bc we know it's canon that carmy does not fuck and then it ended up being really hot and i'm once again asking for therapy.

read: chapter three

2/22/22

Something happened. Can you come over?

That’s all the text said. It’s all that needed to be said for you to drop everything you were doing and hop on the subway. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you imagine every single worst case scenario possible. Carmy had given you little context in regards to what this was about, and you almost regret not asking as your mind runs rampant with possibilities. Not that he would’ve given you an answer. Something about him seemed different. He’d never sent that urgent of a text. 

Not even when the restaurant was slammed and he needed you to come in on your day off. 

Something happened. 

The words continue to echo in your head until you reach him. 

You're at Carmy’s doorstep faster than you ever thought your feet could carry you, and when he opens the door for you, your heart breaks. He’s wrecked. His face is a flushed red, though you don’t think it’s from crying, and he looks like he hasn’t washed his fuckin’ hair in days. You take in his somber expression, like all of the joy he’s ever experienced has been sucked out of him. 

Carmy steps aside, allowing him into your apartment. 

He mumbles something you can barely hear, gesturing towards the couch, so you follow him, taking a seat on the crappy couch you’ve come to love. He stares at the floor, his eyes cold and empty, as you sit in silence. 

It’s you who breaks it, bursting at the seams with anxiety.

“Carmy, you’re scaring me,” you say softly. 

He keeps his eyes fixed on the floor as he licks his lips, swallowing as he opens his mouth to say something. It’s a few moments later that he’s finally able to put two words together to tell you what happened. 

“It’s Michael,” is all he manages to get out. You can hear the break in his voice when he utters Michael’s name, and you’re terrified of what he’s going to say next. 

“Your brother?” you ask, secretly hoping he won’t say yes. 

You feel your stomach drop. 

Carmy nods slowly, “Yeah.” 

He takes a few beats before saying anything else, his head swimming. On one hand it doesn’t feel real, and if he doesn’t say it out loud, maybe it won’t be. There’s a part of him that still thinks this is some cruel, sick joke that Mikey cooked up, just to fuck with him. 

But he knows it’s real. He could hear it in the way that Sugar’s voice broke on the phone. He could hear it in the way that Richie practically screamed at him to stop being such a fuckin’ cuck and come home. He knows it’s real, because for the first time in years, his mom’s called him. 

Must be Sugar or something calling from her phone for her…. ‘S gotta be, he thinks to himself. 

“He’s-,” Carmy starts, before stopping again. Carmy looks away, in the opposite direction of you, focusing his eyes on something outside of the window. 

He can’t look at you because if he looks at you, he might lose it. 

“He’s dead.”

“Oh Carmy,” you gasp, your heart wrenching in your chest as the words leave his mouth. You reach out to touch him, but he flinches, pulling away from you. 

“No,” is all he says through gritted teeth. 

You cannot touch me. You cannot make me feel better about this because I’ll have to feel worse about this, is what he wants to say. 

“The fuckin’ asshole shot himself on the State Street bridge. I don’t-, you don’t get to make me feel better about this,” he snaps, his tone almost a warning. 

“Fuck,” you sigh, sitting up straight and leaning towards him. He may not want your comforts, so you’re going to give your presence. He had asked you to come over after all, right? “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he says, coldly. 

His response is jarring, leaving an unsavory taste in your mouth. You understand that he’s just gotten the most unimaginable news, but it doesn’t sit right with that he’s taking it out on you either. Is that why he invited you over? To be his punching bag? Instead, you decide to pivot to crisis control-mode, hoping to remedy some of the animosity he’s harboring. 

“Okay, well, I’ll call Kate and let her know that you can’t come in tonight, if that helps. Just so you don’t have to-,” you suggest. 

“Why would you fucking do that?” he yells, snapping his head towards you as he finally turns towards you. You can see it in his eyes: how angry and devastated he is – at Michael, at what happened – and even though you know it’s not personal, it stings all the same.

“Because!” you shout back. “Carmy, you just found out-... something terrible. I just don’t think you should-.”

“Yeah, well you don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re not my mom and you’re not my girlfriend so,” he’s quick to retort, rebelliously. 

You scoff at him, shaking your head in utter disbelief.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve, Carmen,” you cut him off with a yell. You know he’s hurting, but this is where you draw the line. “I’m well aware that I am not your girlfriend, but I am your friend, and I care about you.”

You’re right. 

He knows you’re right. 

He knows he’s being a dick, but it’s like he can’t stop his own rage from spilling out sideways as yells:

“Well, if you don’t want to be here, then get out!”

“Stop it!” you cut him off, venom in your voice. 

Carmy looks at you, his bloodshot eyes wide with utter despair. 

“You called me, Carmy. So shut the fuck up and let me fucking help,” you lower your voice, bringing the confrontation between the two of you back down. 

With his eyes fixed to the floor, his mind zoning out to numb the pain, he manages to get out, “I don’t want to-. I need to go to work tonight.”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” you plead softly, yet firmly. 

“Yeah, well, you don’t get to make that decision,” he dismisses. 

He’s right. You don’t. 

“Yeah, okay,” you sigh, giving in. 

It’s a horrible idea – for Carmy to go into the restaurant – but you know he’s going to do it anyway. 

“What can I do for you in the meantime?”

“I just-, I don’t think I can be alone right now,” he mumbles, averting his eyes once again. “Can you just like… sit here with me? Till we gotta go?”

“Yeah.”

The afternoon passes slowly, and you feel like the both of you have been lit on fire – only a matter of time before you burn his whole place down. As you’re getting ready to leave, Carmy sprints into the bathroom, emptying what little contents he has in his stomach into the toilet. You’d been aware that he’d been having some trouble – throwing up before work – but he’d refused to see a doctor. Another decision he’d made clear wasn’t yours to make. What you weren’t aware of was that it had gotten this bad.

Like you’d imagined, going into the restaurant had been a mistake. It hadn’t taken long for Carmy to blow up at a line cook, mid-shift, over an undercooked duck breast. Sure, it was a big mistake, but Carmy had sent the line cook home after making a very public example of them. After the event, Tim had urged Carmy to take a break, offering to expedite for a few, while you rushed him into the walk-in. 

“Hey! You can’t do this shit. Not here. These people look up to you!” you chastise him. 

“He’s a fucking idiot! How do you undercook a fucking-,” Carmy yells, his face twisted into a look of disgust.  

“Carmy!” you shout, stopping him mid-sentence. 

You both know this is not about the duck breast. 

You share a moment of silence together, the cold of the walk-in leaving goosebumps on your skin. You lower your voice, a quiet and intentional demand leave your lips as you instruct:

“Listen, I’m going to give you five minutes to fuckin’ lose it in here, and then you’ve gotta pull it together and finish dinner service, okay?” 

He nods in response, his lips pressed together in a thin, tight line. You watch him pace a few times, before he clutches at his chest, his breathing becoming more uneven. 

This is why coming in had been the worst idea ever. 

“Carmy, are you o-?" you start, genuinely worried about him. You feel like your head is spinning. Carmy is losing control and all you can do is watch. 

He holds out a hand, as if to stop you from coming any closer, so reluctantly, you leave him to it, closing the door behind you. The sound of empty storage containers being thrown across the walk-in fills your ears, as you close the door to the walk-in behind you. You feel like your heart is caught in your throat and watching him go through this is more painful than you could’ve ever imagined. You take a deep breath before returning to your station, keeping your head down for the rest of the shift. 

Dinner service is pure chaos as Carmy undulates from unbroken focus to volatile and unpredictable throughout making the evening hell for the rest of you. The tension is thick, and it’s as if everyone is walking on eggshells around him, more so than normal. By the time it’s over, you insist on walking Carmy home. You make a stop at your favorite deli near his apartment to pick up a quart container of matzo ball soup on the way.

“You gotta eat something,” you encourage, the silence in his apartment deafening.

You’re met with silence as he stares blankly at the table in front of him, his spoon dipped into the soup. Instead, you sit with him, watching him take a few sips of the broth, while the actual food in the soup goes untouched. He doesn’t have the stomach for it. 

He doesn’t know if he has the stomach for this either. 

All of this. Any of this. 

You eventually give in, packing up the soup to put in the fridge for another day, even though you know he’ll probably just toss it when you leave. Just when you think it’s time for you to go, he stops you with the most tender touch to your arm, as he asks:

“Stay?” 

His eyes are watery, and although he’s going to let himself cry yet, he looks more vulnerable than he’s looked all day. How could you say no?

“Yeah,” you agree. 

You change into one of your favorite t-shirts of his and the pair of sweatpants that he always seems to give you as you get ready for bed. He doesn’t even wear them anymore, as if he knows they’ve become your favorite… as if they’ve just become yours. You spend the evening with the TV on, not talking, just sitting in each others’ company. You watch as he smokes a cigarette inside, stress-running a hand through his slicked back hair from his shift earlier. 

Tonight feels heavy. 

Tonight is heavy. 

Before bed, you fill up a glass of water for him, before placing it on his bedside table. Carmy lays on his back, staring up at the ceiling, as you crawl into bed with him. 

He’s too afraid to his close his eye, because if he closes his eyes he’ll picture it: the State Street bridge, Michael…. 

How could he? he thinks to himself, the bitter taste of betrayal welling up at the bottom of his throat. 

You close your eyes, trying your best to fall asleep next to Carmy – something that feels like an impossible task when you can practically hear him thinking out loud beside you. Instead, the two of you just lay there, frozen in silence. You’re not sure how long you’ve been doing it for when you feel Carmy shift closer to you. 

He turns to you so tenderly, practically folding himself into your body, earning the smallest gasp of surprise from you. You’ve never seen him like this as he buries his face into your chest, his body shaking against yours. It’s then that you realize he’s crying, and you know it’s highly likely that this is the first time he’s cried since he heard the news. 

“Carm?” you whisper, unsure if he wants you to acknowledge it or not. 

“Carmy.” 

But he doesn’t respond. He just cries. 

So you let him. 

“I’m so sorry, Carm. I’m so sorry,” you whisper, over and over again. 

You stroke his hair, wanting nothing more than to ease the pain of your best friend, but you know there isn’t much you can do. Instead, you let him cry, running your fingers along his scalp and through his delicate curls, desperate to give him any kind of comfort you can. This is breaking your heart. You fight the tears coming to your eyes because this is so not about you right now. 

Carmy’s body shakes against yours as he finally lets go, surrendering to the huge waves of pain and grief that crash and pull him under. He feels like he’s being taken under a riptide, never to see the surface again. He knows he’s been wildly unfair to you and as he weeps against your body and he’s not sure what he’s done to deserve someone like you. 

Someone who chooses to say, even when he’s being a dick. 

Someone who cares enough to fight with him. 

Someone who cares for him like this. 

When he finally looks up at you with bloodshot eyes and swollen lips, all he can think to do is to kiss you. 

It catches you off guard as he surges forward, pressing his lips against yours, that for a moment, you let him. 

But reality hits and you’re afraid he’s gotten too carried away, swept up in a moment of grief. 

“Carmy, stop it. You’re not-, you’re not okay right now,” you murmur, pushing him away.

He leans his head against your chest again with a sigh, letting out another sob, almost as if he’s given up on the idea. You feel like he’s put you in an impossible position. You’d have been lying if you said you didn’t want to – hadn’t thought about kissing him before – but this felt wrong. He was vulnerable, and you know you’ll both regret it in the morning. 

“I’m sorry, Carm,” you apologize quietly. “I just feel like-, well I’d feel like I'd be taking advantage. I don’t think we should.”

His silence only makes you more nervous, beginning to over explain yourself.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I-, I do. I just… I don’t want you to regret it because… because you’re upset right now and cause you more-.”

“Please,” is all he says, cutting you off mid-sentence. With the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the sun, the moon, and you hang the stars, you’re not sure how to say no. 

Carmy leans in to kiss you once more before whispering mere inches away from your lips:

“Please.”

He presses his lips against yours again, immediately regretting his past self for not doing this sooner. He’s never tasted anything sweeter than you, and the way you kiss him back seems to bring all thoughts flooding his brain to a halt.

In between kisses you manage enough self control to stammer out, “Are you- are you sure? Is this really what you-?”

“Yes,” he replies, as if it’s a declaration.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. Just-, please,” he pleads, murmuring your name into the soft kisses he begins to leave across your collarbone. “Just wanna feel good.”

“Just wanna feel good,” he repeats. 

You surrender, letting go of your own ambivalence as you focus on the way his lips feel against your skin. It’s then that you realize what absolute fucking idiots the two of you had been for the past few years by ignoring this thing between the two of you. For a moment, you’ll tear down the walls, the rigid boundaries that you’ve kept to help you compartmentalize your relationship with Carmy. 

There’s no possibility of hiding from it when his body feels this good so close to yours. 

The truth is that you are fully, wholly, and stupidly in love with each other. 

“Yes,” you parrot.

With your confirmation, his mouth is back on yours, as you’re pulling him on top of you, deeper into your shared passionate liplock. He wonders why he’s denied himself the pleasure of having you, for this goddamn long. His tongue slides against yours, a tender hand moving up to cup your face. The way his name sounds tumbling out of your mouth sends him into a frenzy. It feels absolutely intoxicating and he can’t get enough. 

Carmy’s hands begin to wander, fingertips sliding at an experimental pace underneath the hem of the t-shirt you’re wearing. You shudder against his touch, gasping as you anticipate where this is going. 

Carmy raises his head to look at you, not sure if it’s a good thing or not. 

“This okay?” he asks you, concern evident in his voice. 

“Yeah,” you nod, giving him permission. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” he whispers.

And then he’s kissing you again, dragging calloused fingertips up and down your torso underneath the shirt, hesitantly making their way to where they’d like to be. You’re not wearing a bra, he realizes, as his fingertips find soft, supple skin at the rounded bottom of your breast. He follows the shape of it, before bringing a cautious palm up to grab hold of the fullness of your breast. You arch into his touch, encouraging him further. Carmy takes his time exploring your body, giving you the lightest touch as his fingertips graze your nipple. 

“Can I take this off?” he questions, only willing to move forward if you say yes.

You nod, breathlessly, “Please.”

You watch as he sits up, pushing the hem of your shirt up over your breasts, revealing your bare body to him. He has to hold back a groan, swallowing hard. 

Carmy stops what he’s doing, in pure awe of you, as he marvels at you. He can’t believe this is real: that you’re here, laying in his bed, allowing him to do the things he thought could only live in his head. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” are the words that tumble out of his mouth and you think you may cry. 

“Touch me,” you whisper desperately, begging him to come back to you. 

“Touch me, Carmy.”

Carmy lays his body over yours, and you spread your legs wider, allowing him to fit perfectly between them. He begins to roll his hips against yours as he returns his attention back to your bare breasts. He drags his fingertips over your erect nipples, following his touch with his mouth. 

He practically groans as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, earning a strangled whine from you as his hot, wet mouth engulfs you. 

“Carmy,” you moan, arching into him. 

He’s rolling his hips against your clothed core on pure instinct, as he takes his time, now exploring unfamiliar territory with his lips and his tongue. You find a good rhythm as he continues to drag his mouth over you, grinding your hips into his underneath your remaining clothes. He’s surprisingly good at this – something you hadn’t expected considering he’d let you know he didn’t have much experience when it came to dating. You assumed that that meant sexually as well. 

As Carmy moves to your other breast, you feel one of his hands snake under the elastic waistband of your sweatpants, lifting his hips so he can feel you. You know you’ve soaked through your cotton panties from the anticipation, and it goes right to his dick as he feels just how wet you are. He doesn’t have much experience with this, but he’s seen in porn. He begins to rub circles across your clothed core, while he busies his mouth with exploring your other breast. 

But he’s not quite where you want him.

“Wait,” you say, stopping him. 

Had he just gotten caught up in the moment?

Did you not want to go this far?

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks you, a concerned tone in his voice. 

“No,” you’re quick to reassure him, shaking your head. “No, I just-.”

Instead of explaining, you reach down to grab his hand, guiding him just a little higher up to your clit. He presses the rough pad of his index finger against it, finally touching you where you need him, gasping to let him know that he’s found the right spot. His eyes are locked on you, watching your face change as the new spot you’ve shown him brings you more pleasure than he could’ve imagined. 

He practically groans into your mouth when he hears the way you whine his name, and he swears he’ll do anything to hear you say it again. 

“There?” he asks you, rubbing tight circles across your clit. 

“Yes,” you pant, growing wetter with every touch. 

Carmy pulls away just for a moment, daring to touch you underneath your panties. You’re so wet for him, and he thinks he may lose his mind as he slides his index finger in between your folds curiously.

“Take them off,” you practically demand. 

“Hm?” he hums, lost in the way you look at him with hooded lids and pupils blown out with pure desire. 

He’s never been this guy. 

The guy that gets the girl. 

He never knew he could feel like this guy, but here you are, begging him to undress you. 

“I said take them off,” you repeat yourself, more desperate this time. You take a lighter approach with what you say next, the smallest giggle in your voice. “And while you’re at it, we gotta get you naked too.” 

“Yeah,” he says, with the kind of conviction he’d say ‘heard’ with. 

He’s stripping off his shirt, and you’re sliding your pants and underwear off with him. 

“I have a condom in my emergency kit,” you say, the both of you busy shedding your clothes. 

“Yeah?” he asks you, relieved to hear it. He hadn’t thought that far yet. 

“Yeah, hold on,” you reply, getting up from the bed. 

Carmy thinks he may pass out as he watches you stand, giving him a full view of your naked body. You disappear only for a moment, before returning with the small emergency kit you always keep in your backpack. It’s equipped with all the ‘just-in-cases:’ tampons, panty liners, safety pins… condoms. You pull out a single condom before returning to the bed. Carmy’s kneeling on the bed, and you mirror his body language, doing the same. 

“What would you like to do?” you inquire softly. 

As turned on and hot for him as you are, you want to make sure that he still wants to do this. He finds himself surprised at your question, not sure how to answer it. 

“Think we can just pick up where we left off?” he asks you. 

“Yeah,” you reply. 

You place the condom down beside you on the bed, before leaning in to press your lips against his again. He inhales as you kiss him, his tongue immediately sliding against yours as one of his hands goes to the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. He’s surprised as you pull away from him, beginning to leave hot, open mouthed kisses down his neck, his chest, and he hisses in anticipation as run your hands down his muscular abdomen, following with your mouth. 

“Hold on, I uh-,” he stutters out, as he anticipates where you’re going with this. 

You pause, sitting up tall as you kneel, your body across from his. 

“I just uh… if you do that, I don’t know if I’ll last long,” he admits, a blush running across his cheeks. 

“Yeah, no. Totally cool,” you reassure him, before crashing your lips against his once again. 

As you tangle your tongues together once again, Carmy begins to lead you down towards the bed, pushing you back, and climbing on top of you. He still has his sweatpants on, so you begin to bring your hands down to them. He hisses as you cup his rock hard erection, pleasantly surprised by what you feel. 

“Wanna take these off?” you ask in between kisses. 

“Yeah,” Carmy nods, sitting up for a moment. 

You wait with baited breath as he strips his sweatpants off, wondering if he’s as thick as he feels. You’re practically pulsing, squeezing around nothing as you finally see him, Carmy, your best friend, fully naked. 

God, he’s beautiful. 

How had you not noticed how physically attractive he was? 

It’s not that you hadn’t noticed. It’s that you hadn’t let yourself think about it. 

You reach over to where you left the condom, handing it to him. Carmy takes it, a blush running across his cheeks as he rolls it on, still in disbelief that you’re about to do this. He returns to you, laying his body over top of you as you space for him once again between your legs. He’s hesitant to give you his full bodyweight as he gives you a long, passionate kiss. And before he knows it, you’re reaching down to stroke him, and he’s thrusting into your hand, his breath becoming heavier and heavier. 

You feel him as he presses his tip against you, rubbing it up and down before pushing into you. You both gasp as he gives you shallow thrusts, testing the waters, thrusting deeper into you with each one.

He pauses, exhaling as he’s fully inside of you. You’re pulsing around him, practically causing him to lose his mind with the way you feel alone.

“Fffffuck, you feel good,” he moans, trying not to cum right then and there. 

He begins giving you shallow, hesitant thrusts, unsure of himself. He wants to make you feel good. And he’s also terrified that this is going to end before it’s even properly started. 

Carmy stops again, pausing within you. 

“Sorry, I just-.” 

“No, it’s okay. Take your time.”

He’s nervous. You can tell he’s nervous and that he’s trying not to cum. 

“How about… I take control?” you suggest, hesitantly. “And that way, if you need me to stop we can um… well, you can just tell me.”

“Uh… yeah,” he agrees with a nod. “Sure.” 

Clumsily, the two of you switch positions, making sure he knows you’re okay with this. As he lies on his back, staring up at you, you straddle his hips, giving him the smallest smile. You reach down, guiding him into you once again. You gasp as he fills you, his thick cock stretching you, especially in this position. Carmy’s hands go to your hips as he watches you take him. 

“You feel really good too, Carm,” you finally say, your hands moving to his chest to brace yourself as you begin shifting your hips forward and back at the most unbearably slow pace. 

Carmy thinks he must be dreaming as he watches you ride him. His hands slide over your hips, wrapping around your body so that he can touch your butt. He’s practically digging the pads of his fingers into your hips as you begin moving over him at a faster pace. 

“Shit… you’re really good at this,” he groans, as you lean down to kiss him. 

You giggle against his lips, and whatever thoughts he has in his head disappear. Carmy begins thrusting up into you, his hands on your hips encouraging you to move a little faster as you kiss him. You’re moaning his name, whining as you feel every single inch of his cock slide against your walls, becoming more and more breathless by the minute. Your gasps turn into moans, getting higher in pitch as you go. His hands are guiding your hips, taking some control back as you grind against each other. 

“Carmy,” you cry out as he thrusts his hips hard into you. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah?” he asks. You nod, breathless, as you bury your face into his chest. 

He holds your hips down, pinning you down against him as pushing his hips into yours. 

“You wanna switch?” he asks, breathless. “Can I-?” 

“Please,” you reply eagerly.

You switch positions once more, and as Carmy guides himself into you again, you can tell he’s much more confident than last time you’d found yourself in this position. You wrap a leg around his waist and he holds you there, beginning to move his hips against yours again. He works his way up to a rapid pace, his face turning red as he does, and you’re writhing underneath his body, whispering the dirtiest things into his ear with every single thrust.

“Holy shit, Carmy. You feel so goddamn good too,” you praise him. “God, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Yeah?” he manages to get out in between grunts. 

“Yes. Please let me cum,” you beg him, as he hits that spot inside of you, earning another loud cry. 

“Don’t stop.”

He’s surprised to learn that he likes it when you beg as he tangles his fingers with yours, pinning you down so that he can fuck you. With your hand in his, so close to your climax, you let slip:

“I thought about this too. I’ve wanted this for so long too, Carmy.”

“Fuck,” he howls as he drives into you, his sole purpose to earn more praise from you. To hear you cry out his name. To give you what you’ve been begging for. 

You angle your hips upward so that he can go even deeper, hitting all the way to the back of you. You’re grasping at his back, his arms, his biceps, hanging onto any piece of him that you can as he shudders, letting out the most guttural sounds. You’re squeezing around him, as he takes you to your high. The feeling of you cumming, squeezing around him like your life depends on it drive him wild, and he’s fucking you through it, the feeling of your orgasm bringing him to his. 

As you finally come down, you pull Carmy in for a searing kiss. 

“Holy shit, Carm,” you say, breathlessly. 

“Yeah,” he pants against your lips. 

Even if just for tonight, all feels right in the world. 

This feels right. 

*

The light of day is sobering. Before Carmy’s even had a chance to open his eyes, the events of the day before come flooding in, running in vicious circles around his mind: the phone call from Sugar, Richie screaming at him… and then…. 

Fuck. 

He’d crossed the line with you. 

He doesn’t know whether to be mad at himself or devastated that he fucked up, considering he’s sure as hell not going to let himself feel anything about Mikey yet. 

Michael. 

Michael’s dead. 

And he might’ve done the one thing he swore he wouldn’t do – the one thing that he’d been afraid of: that he might just lose you. 

As you stir in bed next to him, slowly blinking your eyes open, you turn over on your side. Carmy’s sitting on the edge of the bed and you can see Carmy’s stuck in his head. While you’d let yourself surrender to whatever that was last night, you knew today was different. 

“Hey,” is all you say, hugging Carmy’s bed sheets closer to your naked body. 

“Um… listen. We don’t have to-,” you begin, searching for the right words. “Let’s just forget about this, okay? I don’t-. You’ve got a lot going right now and-.”

You take a breath. You know the two of you can’t be together right now, even after your revelation last night. 

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Carmy swallows, fighting back the emotions that begin to swell in his chest. 

He feels sick to his stomach. 

But he doesn’t want to do this in front of you. 

“Yeah, no. We can… we can just forget it,” is all he gets out, his eyes fixed on the floor. 

“You sure?” you question. 

He takes a beat before answering:

“I don’t want to lose you either.” 

And even with the declaration you’d made – the promise to forget since neither of you could afford to lose each other – things had become different. In the weeks following, your communications with Carmy were less than normal. While you understood he was processing, grieving, he’d withdrawn from you, and it hurt more than you had the words for. 

You’d check in, making sure he knew you were here for him if he needed to talk. But he put his head down, working night after night at the restaurant, cold, stoic, and checked out. You worried about him. And you also knew that you both needed some space from each other. 

Some days you regret it – sleeping together – and other days, you don’t. You think that maybe everyone had been right about the two of you all along – that this had been inevitable. But it happened under the worst timing, the worst circumstances and you miss your best friend. You wish, in some ways, that two of you could just go back to normal.

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Hi hi, here we go!

Summary:Steve comes back from Lovers Lake severely injured, and you're the one who has to patch him up.

Notes: A rewrite of the lovers lake scene and aftermath. Steve Harrington x reader, friends-to-lovers, hurt/comfort, bit angsty. Steve comes back far more injured than in the show, for context, you and Eddie are childhood friends. Nancy is helping out as well.

Warnings/Tags: Steve has a breakdown :(, blood, stitching, crying, pain, nightmare, overall injuries warning, mention of painkillers. fem!reader, she/her pronouns. use of y/n. sharing a bed, kissing. let me know if i missed anything!

Word Count: ~6k

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Your knee won’t stop bouncing.  

You’re sitting on the couch, hands clasped tight, worry creeping onto your face although you’re trying your best to hide it. Glancing up at the clock on the living room wall, you curse in your head. They were supposed to be back by now. You look around the room, checking on Lucas and Max sitting at the kitchen table, Max with her headphones on and Lucas using all his concentration to draw her funny pictures. 

The others were at Lovers Lake. Or so you hoped. Trying to figure out some water-gate theory that Dustin proposed. You promised you would stay back and watch Max, the thought of being out in the woods, on a lake, in the dark, not really enticing you. You all promised each other three hours. Three hours and they would be back. Three hours and then dinner and a movie night and a big sleepover.  

Your head snaps around when you hear a car pulling up outside the house, lights briefly flashing in the window. Max and Lucas turn their heads as you stand up from the couch, pausing for a second when you hear frantic voices in your driveway. Before you can make it to the door it swings open, ushering in chaos and panic with it. Bursting in, you see Eddie and Nancy holding up Steve. A bloody, injured, half-dead looking Steve.  

"Oh my god.." you say, it comes out strained. The blood drains from your face. 

"Quick, we need help, he won't stop bleeding," Nancy says a little panicked. You share a frightened look with her, both of you trying to keep it together.  

"Take him to the bathroom, end of the hallway.” 

Nancy and Eddie shuffle with Steve towards the back. You hear Steve groan down the hall and you feel your skin crawl and itch with adrenaline. The rest of the troupe follows in the front door behind them. Robin looks frantic, carrying the remainder of Steve's clothes. "What happened Robs?" it comes out harsh, frightened. Her eyes are jumping all around the room, to the kids, and to you briefly, but they stay at her feet when she talks.  

"I don't - I don't know Y/N. It was bad, there were these...these bats, so many of them and we, well Steve, was - " she's cut off by a loud cry from Steve resonating down the hallway and everyone's heads snap towards it. You feel your heart pumping again. "Eddie said to bring him here, said you would know what to do?" she finishes quickly. Your head felt like it was spinning. 

"Hey y/n, we need some help in here!" You hear Eddie call from the bathroom. Your feet start moving before you even comprehend it. The most experience you had with this kind of thing was patching up Eddie's old injuries from when you were kids, bloody knees and elbows, scrapes and gashes from Eddie’s (brief) skateboarding hobby, and a particularly nasty cut from when you went camping as teens. As you turned into the doorway of the bathroom you found Steve on the edge of the bathtub, Nancy frantically washing a towel out in the sink while Eddie was crouched low next Steve, arm around his back and under his shoulder keeping him steady. Steve raises his head to look at you with guilty eyes, and you take him in for the first time. A dirty and scratched up face, the bruising around his neck that seemed to be darkening by the second, black blood down his chest and his torso. My god his torso, wrapped in blood red bandages. You didn't know what was under there, and you were scared to look. You'd never seen Steve so beaten.  

"Sorry sweetheart... making a mess" he tries to joke but it comes out choked and strained. That's the Steve you knew though, calling you pet names and trying to ease your worry. Over the past few months  you became fast friends, always teetering on the edge of something more. Weekends were spent falling asleep on the couch together after a particularly late movie night, you found yourself on morning walks with him and a cup of coffee before picking up the kids for an adventure, driving around in his old BMW blasting music he didn’t like (but sung along to anyways). You both meant a lot to each other and you knew that, but when this 'Upside down' thing came back you both saw a change in each other. Stress and fear took over, leading to restless nights awake on the couch unravelling theories and coming up with battle plans. You would be lying if you said that one of you getting hurt wasn't your biggest fear, and now here you are, Steve bleeding out in your bathroom after a mission gone wrong.  

'Oh, Steve.." you say gently, coming forward to grab his hand. "Let's clean you up, ok?" you nod at him. Nancy comes back over with the wet cloth, starting to wipe away at the blood on his face.  

"I thought you might know what to do, there were these bats, got into his sides, he needs stitches or something, fuck I don't know," Eddies looks at you, he sounds like he's begging. "You can do that right? You can fix him?"   

"Alright let me take a look" you turn to Steve. "Steve, honey, can I take these bandages off? Just tell me if you need me to stop alright?" He nods at you with a sniffle.  

Nancy moves out of your way as she goes to wash the cloth again, pausing at the sink as you gently start with the bandages. Not daring to unravel them yet you pull them down slightly, lifting them from the skin, trying to get a look from above. You can't see anything but pools of blood and torn up skin beneath them and you feel your stomach turn. With eyes locked on his sides and a deep breath - you kick into overdrive. 

"Ok, Nance, I need you to go to the kitchen and grab one of the big bowls, fill it with water, and grab towels...plenty of them, from the closet down the hall." You order, not taking your eyes off Steve. "Eds, you know where the first aid kit is right? Grab that, there'll be extra bandages in the same draw, those too. The bottle of alcohol...and, and.. shit I don't know, I don't know.." you stutter, brain running too fast for you to comprehend. You pull your eyes away from Steve and look into Eddie's. He staring at you with full focus. "You know that numbing cream I bought you, for your tattoos? I think it's in my bottom drawer, next to my bed. That too." Both of them don't waste time, a quick 'got it' leaving their mouths before exiting the bathroom. As Eddie leaves his side, Steve starts to collapse over before you nudge into him. "Alright honey I'm just gonna move you over so you can lean against the wall, ok?" as you pull him to the corner of the tub, lightly pushing his shoulders back.   

Steve whines as you move him over, eyes scrunched shut and body rigid with pain. You hear Nancy return with the towels and water and place them down on the floor next to you. "What else do you need?" she says. You look over Steve again.  

"Scissors, there's a pair in the kitchen, thank you Nance" you say, turning to give her a nod. As she's leaving Eddie comes rushing in, hands full.  

"I just grabbed everything I could" he says, dumping it on the sink counter. You laugh a little at him.  

"Thanks Eds, can you get the gauze and bandages together?" You ask him gently; you know he must be freaked. Your adrenaline is turning into calmness, you - the eye of the storm. You turn back to Steve, who is trying to stay as still as possible and speak to him. "Ok, I'm going to get these bandages off you and then I'll clean the wounds and see where we're at. See what we can bandage and what will need more ok?" You talk slowly, making sure he comprehends. He can only muster up a small nod and a quiet hum of agreement back at you. Nancy is standing behind you and hands you the pair of scissors, you pause for a moment before starting with the makeshift bandage, cutting them loose one by one. The bathroom starts to feel like an operating room, everyone holding their breath and tense with focus as you start to work on Steve. "The kids alright? Robin? Where are they?" You pause your hands. Once these bandages are off you know you'll have to move fast, you know you'll have to put Steve in pain, and you didn't want anyone around for that.  

"They're ok, in the living room, Robin is keeping an eye on everyone," Nancy answers.  

"Ok, they might have to get out of here...maybe tell them to take a walk or something," you trail off. Nancy moves to leave.  "Shut the door Nance." You hear the click behind you. Getting back to work, you peel the bandages off carefully. Steve groans and shifts under you, throwing his head back and hands covering his face as the layers come off, bloody and sticky to his skin. You can fully see the bites now and you feel sick in your throat - they were deep. Very deep, and far larger than you expected. You push your emotions down as you reach for a wet towel, trying to clean some of the excess blood. "Eddie, put pressure on the other side," you command, handing him another cloth. You don't see Eddie’s look of apprehension, you don’t see his face turn pale, you just stay focused on taking care of Steve. Steve yelps in pain as Eddie presses the towel to his bites, reaching out to grip the metalhead’s shoulder, Eddie has to turn his head away. Trying to keep his composure. You feel your heart breaking but it only pushes you to work faster.  

You feel a presence behind you as Nancy returns, trying to be helpful. "Alcohol and gauze please Nance" you say softly, turning to her. You don't give Steve warning as you pat the cotton pad against his side. His whole abdomen tenses and he straightens up, muttering curses and grabs your forearm to stop you.  

"Shit that burns" he whines, dropping his head low, taking short quick breaths to calm down.  

"I know, I know, I'm sorry honey," you speak softly at him. Pausing as you feel the vice grip on your arm. He just nods as you feel his grip soften, shoulders start to relax as he releases you and Eddie and he leans back into the wall.  

"Ok, I'm sorry keep going" Steve says, his hands moving to grip the edge of the tub beneath him. You proceed to make quick work out if it, dabbing around the edges. Holding your breath when you hit the bites directly as Steve swears and jerks beneath you. It takes some time before both sides are cleaned. It's a dance between you and his blood, jumping back and forth from each side to stop the wounds spilling over.  

"They won't stop Y/N, why won't they stop?" Eddies murmurs, eyes transfixed by the performance. You're both holding gauze over the wounds, hoping the pressure will help.  

"He needs stitches, doesn't he?" Nancy observes. You hear the shake in her voice. "Can you do that? Do you know how to do that?" Her voice raises an octave as she speaks.  

"She stitched me up once after a nasty fall a few years back," Eddie says turning to Nancy. "Had this big cut on my leg, she used a needle and thread – very hardcore," he smiles a little, remembering the day. "She can do it, I know she can," he finishes, with full confidence in his voice.  

"I bought a suture kit right after that," you say flatly, throat dry. The cogs were turning in your head trying to remember where you put it. "Might be at the top of my closet, with my camping gear?" 

"I'll go look," Nancy offered, rushing out the room.  

"Eds, did you find that numbing cream?" you said to him. He springs up to the counter before wordlessly handing it off to you. "Just thought it might help" you say, not sure why you felt the need to rationalize your decision with him but he nods at you nonetheless. It helps with your confidence.  

"Don't I get a say in this?" It catches you off guard. Steve's voice is quiet, raspy, worn. You don't want to look at him but you have to. His face looks pale, a light sheen of sweat across his forehead, down his neck. He looks down at you through half closed lids, head leaning against the wall, not strong enough to lift it. "Can't you just put bandages on? Please....y/n please" his voice cracks, eyes scrunching shut. You feel some tears prick at your eyes. You place a hand on his, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.   

"Steve, honey, you're bleeding out, this will help I promise. We have to - we have to do this..." He doesn't see the tear fall from your eye as you turn your head to Nancy, walking back in the room holding your kit. She sheepishly hands it off to you. You clear your throat as you busy yourself with the supplies, bringing Steve's hand over to replace yours on his side. You make quick work of applying the numbing cream, brow furled in concentration, a soft "this will help, you'll barely feel a thing" leaving your mouth. Eddie places a hand on your back to steady you. Your best friend since you were seven, he knows you better than anyone. He won't take your eyes off you, watching a red rash of stress creep up your neck, watching you gnaw your lips and control your breathing. He leans in close to you. 

"Want me to do it? Just tell me how..." Eddie says gently. You’re already shaking your head before he finishes. 

"No. No, I got this." You open up the suture kit and start prepping the needle and thread. Steve's eyes flash at the needle, and he shifts up with a loud panicked sound. 

"Fuck Y/N I don't think I can do this. Oh my god, I can't do this." His breathing starts going erratic as he tries to twist his torso away from you. He’s fully panicking, gasping for air, with his hands pushed against your shoulders to keep you away.  

You reach up and grab his face in your both your hands. Holding both his cheeks. "Honey, look at me" and you wait for his eyes to meet yours. "You can do this ok. Alright?” Your voice goes stern, trying to convince him. “I’ll go fast, I promise." You both hold each other's gaze, sharing a deep look between the two of you. When you're like this you feel like you can read each other's minds. At least, that what you tell yourself when you turn to Eddie and Nancy and say, "I need you both to leave."  

Nancy's eyes go wide (even wider than before) and starts to put up a protest. Eddie stands up and goes next to her, frantically shaking his head with her, waving his arms. Both of them telling you no. You look back at Steve to reaffirm your decision, he just blinks at you but it was enough. You see the deep pools of tears forming in his eyes. The boy was scared. You turn back to them, "yes, I need you both to leave. I can do this myself. No one else needs to see this." You stare them down with all the serious and intensity you can muster. Eddies shoots you one more reluctant look before letting Nancy guide him out, looking over her shoulder before the door shuts.  

Steve releases a breath he didn't know he was holding as you turn back to the needle and thread. He sits up, leaning his head forward a little to get closer to you. The bathroom somehow feels smaller now that it’s just the two of you. "Th-Thank you y/n..." he says softly, hands reaching down to graze your arms, "just wanted to say it before you start, because I think I'm about to be a real dick." He chuckles the best that he can but it turns into a sputtered cough. "Glad you're the one taking care of me, couldn't have it any other way" he finishes, looking at you with a tense smile and his eyes shining with tears.  

You give him a soft smile and a press your hand on his knee. "S'alright Steve, I'll always be here to fix you up. Although you might hate me for it in a minute," you say, matching his humor. You lean forward and give him a small kiss on his forehead, causing his brows to crinkle. "Ok, how about you learn against the wall... and here" you hand him a rolled-up cloth "if you need it... to bite down on." He takes it hesitantly.  

"The numbing cream should work though, right?"  

"Uh well yeah... this is just in case it doesn't." You felt like you were lying.  

You give him a hopeful smile and he leans his head back against the wall. You bring your hand close to his side, hoping he doesn't see the tremor. You take a deep breath and you feel him do the same.  

"Ready?"  

"Yes."  

You sink the needle into his skin as swiftly as you can. Steve's eyes snap open, body lurching forward, and hand spasming to grip you again. Your heart practically jumps out of your chest when you hear the loud yelp that comes from his mouth, a trail of swears following immediately after.  

"Stop, oh my god fuck, stop please stop" he begs. 

You halt your movements, thread half pulled through his skin. You don't dare look at him, with his head collapsed against his chest heaving desperately from the shock. You feel your eyes well with tears again but you hear Steve break before you do, a heavy sob erupting from his body. "I can't, I can't, this is so fucked up y/n this is so fucked!" 

You lay a free hand on his chest, near his heart. You feel wet tears drop from Steve's cheeks to your forearm. He just sobs, stress and hurt leaving his body. You're softly hushing him, hand occasionally coming up to help him wipe his tears away.  

He takes a shaky breath in and mutters, "shit, I'm really sorry" and goes to lean back against the wall, roughly pushing tears away from his eyes. "I guess that numbing cream didn't fucking work" he jokes wryly. You haven't said a word to him as you feel you might just shatter if you do. He bravely looks in your eyes and it's almost like you can hear both your hearts breaking at once.  

"I'm really sorry too Steve..." it comes out dry and raspy and shaky and not at all what you were intending. You feel a tear escape down your cheek as you quickly brush it off. You try to take a breath and push down the heavy sob that is rising in your throat but you fail. "Shit," you cry out in frustration, "you're gonna be ok alright? It'll be ok, but I really need to do this right now," you say, gesturing to your suture hand, "It's the last thing Steve and then you can rest. I don't want to hurt you but -"  

"It's fine" he grunts, composing himself again, "keep going, I can take it."  

You purse your lips together as you stare the wound, bracing yourself for another impact. You feel Steve tense under you, take a shuddering breath, grip the sides of the wall hold himself.  "Y/N, let's do this" he says quickly, shoving the rolled-up cloth between his teeth.  

You don't hesitate then, as the waiting was torture. You drive the needle quickly through his skin, tying neat little knots as you go. You hear Steve whimper above but you block it out, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. You tie off the first side neatly, and don't waste any time moving to the next one, and then the next one, and then the next one. By the time you're finishing up Steve has stilled, drenched in sweat and too exhausted to flinch anymore. You take a moment to admire your work - not great - before running a hand up over Steve's forehead, pushing his hair back. 

"Honey it's over I'm all done,” you don’t know how you got your voice to sound so soft. 

He opens his eyes wearily and releases the towel from his mouth, he watches you stand up, stretch your legs as you start washing up in the sink. He doesn't dare look down but grazes soft fingertips over the sewn skin, eyes a little bleary and jaw a little sore from it all. You don't dare look at yourself in the mirror, as if the observance might make it sink in a little too deep, make it a little too real that you just sewed up your friend on a weeknight.  

After cleaning him up, Steve is trying to push himself off the edge of the bathtub to stand but you don't let him do it by himself. You tuck yourself under his arm, steadying when you feel his weight lean into you. As soon as you open the bathroom door you hear the tinkle of Eddie's chain scatter down the hallway, there's no doubt that he had his ear pressed against the door the whole time. The fresh air of the hallway nipped at your skin, only now realizing how hot the little bathroom got from the panic.  

Once in your room you lay Steve down gently on the bed, exhaustion hitting him like a truck. You watch him slide back to the headboard as you pass him the glass of water and the pain killers that you're sure Nancy left out for you.   

"Here, take this" it's practically a whisper.  

Steve hums at you, not quite ready for words yet as he swallows it down.  

"You ok for a little bit?  Was just going to check on the others..." you trail off, waiting for a nod. You watch Steve slide down the bed until his head hits the pillow, eyes droopy and face sunken. You help cover him with the sheets, not resisting the urge to push his hair off his forehead again. The sounds he makes are soft, appreciative, sad. "I'll be right back, ok?" You say, backing out softly. You watch him nod on the pillow as he mumbles to you, but you can't hear what he said, and you leave him with a lamp on and the door a few inches open.  

Your body feels heavy and slow as you make your way to the kitchen to check on everyone else, not daring to look back in the bathroom as you walk by it. The hallways are darkened and you don't hear much noise, and as you turn into the main rooms you see why. Robin and the kids are all passed out around on the floors and couches, you breathe a sigh of relief hoping that they've been asleep for a while. You look around and find Nancy and Eddie sitting at the kitchen table. Both cleaned up and sharing a pizza in silence. Their eyes shift to you when you enter, worry and concern both evident on their faces. 

"How did it go?" Nancy breaks the silence.  

"Uh, ok, fine I guess. I mean he's not bleeding anymore," you pause, your eyes shifting around the room, "he's resting now."  

They both nod at you, eyes on the table.  

"I - we - could hear him a bit. Sounded bad..." Eddie prods. You just nod, tears springing in your eyes and feeling your throat tighten, it felt like all your emotions were crashing against the wall of your chest. Your face couldn’t help but twist and break as you let out a sob. That was enough for Eddie to get out of his chair and wrap you in tight bear hug. "Thank you for doing that," he whispers in your ear. You screw your eyes shut for a moment, feeling your body shake from the pent-up emotions. You stay in his arms a moment longer before you pull yourself away, looking at the both of them, pulling yourself back together.  

"Let's get some rest huh, are you guys, ok? Need anything?" Nancy shakes her head no as she stands up, clearing away the plates. 

"Eds, looks like there's a free couch, you should take it. Nance, you can take the guest room if you want, or we could pull the mattress out here?" You offer, but she just shakes her head.  

"I'm fine out here, I don't mind sharing the couch with Robin."  

They both get settled as you return back to Steve. Slowly pushing the door open and tip toeing in not to wake him. He doesn't look peaceful; he looks beaten. He looks tense. But at least he's sleeping. You creep to your closet, grabbing your extra blanket before making your way over to the sofa chair you had in the corner of your room. You curl up, eyes on Steve always, watching how the lamp softly illuminates his features, his scrunched brow, and the cuts on his face appearing darker in the soft light. Your heart feels heavy looking at him, and you couldn't help but let yourself cry, just for little, at everything that happened that night before falling asleep.  

Steve drifts in and out of sleep that night, body aching and wounds burning every time he turned. He remembers seeing you curled up on the chair in the room, asleep, and wanting to reach out to you but he couldn't. His limbs too heavy, too sore to lift.   

The next thing you both remember is a blur. Steve, jolting up in bed with a shout, causing you to almost jump out your skin. It takes your tired brain a moment to catch up with the scene. Steve frantic and panting, wide eyed and tense, gripping on the sheets as if to keep him grounded.  

"Steve? Are you ok?" you ask, gently approaching the side of the bed.  

It was like that moment when a geyser was about to blow. You could see the swell in Steve's chest before it burst, a heavy sob and a flood of tears spilling over, body collapsing over his knees.  

"Oh honey..." you climb into the bed with him, wrapping his slender body in your arms as best as you could, your chest to his back, cheek coming to rest on his shoulder blade, and arms encircling his waist. You feel the wracking of his body as he continues to weep.  

"I'm sor- sorry" he chokes out, disrupted by sobs. You squeeze him a little tighter, kindly shushing him you press your lips into his shoulder blade and dot a few kisses along his back. You’d never done something so intimate before but it felt right to you. You both stay like that for what felt like a long time, enough to where Steve's lungs felt like they were on fire and to where no more tears could come out. Long enough to where your cheek felt sticky to his back, and your bodies melted together. It was then when he turned around into you, arms wrapping your shoulders and collapsing with you to lay on the bed. You pull him closer, pushing him into the crook of your neck, pulling his hips close to yours, one hand up in his hair. You go to gently rub his back, hoping to even out his breathing and soothe him again.  

"You ok, Harrington?" you whisper next to his ear. The ghost of a smile washes over Steve's face, he loved when you called him that. He breaths out, pulling you a little tighter with small nod although he's not sure he meant it. 

“Don’t stop calling me honey now, I was just starting to like it” he says, you know he was trying to be humorous, poke fun at something unspoken that was happening that night, but you honestly thought he just sounded sweet.  

He hears a light laughter in your chest, he wanted to commit that sound to memory, make you do it over and over again for him, but he settled for the way he felt you smile against the top of his head, the way your heart seemed to skip a beat or two. “Sorry honey, don’t know what came over me tonight, didn’t think you’d notice it.” A half apology, half explanation from you. You realize you’d never called him any pet name before; he was always just Steve. Steve Harrington. You let the silence hang for a moment before pressing on again, “Everything ok? Talk to me.”  

"Bad dream, I think. It's like I was back there again. I could...I could feel it all happen again and then I couldn't breathe," he stutters again, voice becoming wobbly. "I thought I was going to die, I thought I was going to watch them all die, and I - " he stops, feeling more sobs climb up his throat, "I was so scared, terrified, and -" another pause, another shudder "there were so many of them, I thought I would be eaten alive, I thought I would be choked out, and no one would know and I just wouldn't come back. I just - I thought about you and I, I" a choked sob jumps out, he pulls you in even tighter, voice now muffled in your shoulder "and what if you never found me down there.” The boy was broken up again, “and I don't want to leave you alone, I can't, and I don't want to be without you, I won't make it without you."  

The way you're both clinging onto each other makes you feel like you’ll fall apart if you let go. Steve, the boy you’ve caught between friendship and love, telling you that he can't live without you. It made your body shake. It felt like your heart cracked open. After all, you admit you both knew before tonight, but the words made it real. Very real.  

"Steve...honey, baby look at me. Look at me! You're fine, you're alive, can you feel it?” He’s a wet mess beside you, you’ve never seen him cry this much. “Just hold me honey, just hold me. I’m right here. Can you hear my heart?” He nuzzles into your chest, wishing he could dip his head beneath your ribs. “Just breath with me.”  

You weren't sure if what you were saying made sense, or if it was right, but it’s all you knew how to do.  You stayed like that for a long time, waiting, willing for the distress to pass. You felt Steve’s back relax and tense, the pain coming in waves, the bad memories crashing in his mind. It was after a long pause of stillness when you felt his throat tighten again, getting ready to speak.  

“Thank you. Thank you for taking care of me. Don’t think I got a chance to really say that before” a soft, earnest chuckle comes out. You laugh a little too, knowing that he even though he did, the hours felt like days ago. “And I’m so sorry. For everything. You shouldn’t have to do this stuff. I shouldn’t be showing up at your door half dead and making a mess of things.” 

“But that’s not what’s happening Steve, you’re not doing any of that. You show up at my door and I take care of you. That’s the deal and I’ll always do it.” It’s a simple fact at this point.  

He pauses, he's learned not to argue with you when you sound like this. “Are you ok?” he asks, voice soft.  

You nod before you speak. “Yes, yes” you say a little more confidently, “but I’m also scared.” He lifts his head to look at you, you see that it takes him too much effort. “You have me Steve, you won’t lose me, but I can’t lose you either, it would kill me just as much. I love you too much, it’s too -” you feel your throat tightening again, now you’re the one fighting tears, “-it’s too, oh god, it’s like overwhelming, and I knew this but I didn’t know until you were here bleeding out in front of me and it felt like life or death,” you felt yourself rambling, like you were hoping you could bury your confession in a pile of words. “Anyways, listen, it doesn’t matter right now, the point is I’m ok and you’re ok, and everyone else is too.”  

The silence settles in and feels heavy, you’re both acutely aware of each other’s breathing. Steve feels like he can’t take his eyes off you. As if as soon as he does it’s over, it’s no longer real. You let your eyes fall shut, the toll of the day pulling them down. You feel Steve struggle to shift slightly in your arms, it’s only then you relax your arms to give him the space to move beneath them. It’s languid, it’s gentle, but you feel a soft kiss press to the bottom of your jaw. You feel the heat move away, and then a press against your cheek. You turn into it, tips of noses bumping, eyes shut, just feeling each other's breath for a moment. You feel the whisper hit your lips before you hear it. The smallest, gentlest “I love you too” falling from Steve’s mouth. You feel his arms come across your waist, up your back, one stopping at your hips and other coming to tangle itself in the back of your hair. You feel like there’s an electric current moving between the both you. He stops for a moment, intentional, holding you there. You blink your eyes open to find his deep brown ones staring back at you. Just for a moment, it felt like it all slipped away, the pain, the fear, the hurt. It felt normal, like two people daring each other to make a move for the first time. The moment doesn’t last long as he pulls you into him, lips melting into yours. It sets your body on fire as you take a sharp inhale. You hear a deep groan come from the back of his throat, but it sounds miles away as your head goes fuzzy, feeling his arms encasing you. You’re careful to touch him, not wanting to brush against his stitches to ruin the sweetness of this moment, so you move your hands around his shoulders, his hair, his neck, his cheek, you couldn’t decide where to settle them. Tangled up in limbs, he feels hot against you. When you both pull apart you both blink at each other in wonder, a soft smile shared between you two before Steve leans in again, delivering a soft kiss to your cheek. It sets you into a giggle, leading Steve to cock an eyebrow, “that bad you gotta at laugh at me huh?” he says, quiet and teasing. Your laugh becomes a little louder at that.  

“No, of course not, that was perfect honey” and since you couldn’t resist, you hone your point with a flutter of kisses across his face, now spurring on his laughter, something that sounded so sweet after hearing all his pain. You settle down into a comfortable cuddle, Steve on his back and holding you against his chest. Both of you feeling pure bliss, Steve’s pain gone for the moment, and you let your eyes fall shut.  

You almost don’t hear it at first when he whispers, “promise you’ll be here in the morning, promise you’ll wake me up?” You place another kiss on his jaw, and whisper your promise back to him. You both sleep deeply that night, the weight of sleep pulling you under.