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Send My Muse A Nightmare Nightmare meme: You never were Robin. You never got off the streets. It's cold. You're alone. All you'll ever be is alone. You have no family. No connections. You're nothing and that's all you'll ever be.
He sleeps soundly, body still. There’s no thrashing, no tossing or turning, no sound other than quiet, steady breathing. When he wakes, it’s not with a start, simply slipping into consciousness between one heartbeat and the next. For several minutes, he lays there, staring up at the ceiling.
You're nothing and that's all you'll ever be.
It’s not an entirely untrue statement, even if the dream was just that—a dream. Because even though he was Robin, Jason lost his magic back when the Joker clipped his wings. And while he might have Dick now—and, tentatively, Tim—he’s still a ghost. An echo of the boy he once was. Jason Todd is dead and gone, and the man that came back barely exists at all.
You're nothing and that's all you'll ever be.
With a sigh, he scrubs his hands over his face, before forcing himself to get out of bed. To go into the bathroom and shower, brush his teeth. To make himself breakfast and a cup of tea and scroll through the news on his phone.
You're nothing and that's all you'll ever be.
There’s no time to dwell on it; there’s work to be done.
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#✦ ic#✦ answered#✦ anonymous#✦ verse: i went to asshole university#just kinda bummed him out tbh#gonna have to try again if you really wanna freak him out :P
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Fuckboy!Soap x shy!reader x Ghost p.3
Soap likes to think of himself as someone who’s not just a fuckboy.
But it’s hard to think that when, right now, he’s literally checking his phone more often than he did when nana was touch-and-go in the hospital, with his train line experiencing heavy delays from inclement weather.
He tilts the screen to his face for the thirtieth time in the last two minutes. Nothing.
Well, not nothing. There’s never nothing. Social media alerts. Hearts in games refilled. Reminders of all the shit he’s left in his cart across various shopping apps.
The emails. My god, the emails…
But it may as well be empty, seeing as the one thing he wants to see isn’t there.
The fuck was your problem, lately? Not responding to his texts when he used to see the read checkmark within thirty seconds alongside a typing bubble. Yeah maybe he’s not your boyfriend, and he doesn’t act all lovey dovey the way you want him to when he fucks you, and he doesn’t even look at you when he passes you on campus, and he typically ignores it when you say hey— that kinda hurts, and….
Whatever. He’s not the one under examination here. You’re being the problem right now.
He should move down the contact list. He has options.
But first he needs to figure out what the fuck is going on with you. It’s gonna drive him crazy. He has a beautiful mind, that way. Should’ve been a detective.
His first clue comes with your next class together, right at the start of the week. It’s a little colder. The heat in this wing of the building has been kinda spotty at best. He himself is wearing pants longer than basketball shorts, which is cause to alert the media.
You’re wearing something big and faded and black. It swallows you. It’s familiar. There’s some cracked, plastic design on the front that used to be a logo, probably. But maybe it’s familiar because you’ve worn it before— it’s not like he’s really paid much attention to what you’ve worn in the past, not unless it was short or low cut.
Simon’s been around the house even less than usual. And when he is home, the door to his room is closed. Weird, considering he’s always been one of those door-open freaks. Whatever, maybe he’s taken up jacking off more lately. God knows he’s never let Johnny set him up with someone.
You’ve been different. Smiley. Not that Soap would know or anything. But your errant behavior warrants a closer look. Tapping away at your phone under the table. Rushing out of class like you have somewhere to be. Almost skipping.
Maybe he’d gotten a little too lax with baiting you. Needed to recast the enchantment. Make you remember what you were clinging to hope for. Even the most reliable trap will fail if it’s not baited.
“Gonna be a rager this wknd at the house, bonnie. Wanna see u there <3”
He was flush with confidence. Even if you didn’t respond now— he’d see you there. Where else would you be on a Saturday night? You’re not the dating type.
Someone call the Audubon Society about this man, because when it comes to predicting the migratory patterns of birds, he’s always right. You’re there before the party is even in full swing. You’re wearing that black sweatshirt again— not the sexiest choice, but he can’t blame you for getting a little sloppy when he hasn’t been around to keep your back straight.
He puts on his best, wolfish grin and leans against the bannister of the staircase so that you won’t be able to help but—
Brush right past him. Up the stairs.
Straight to his room, then? Well, it had been a while since he’d given it to you, huh? Poor thing— suffering from withdrawals. Maybe that’ll teach you not to ignore him when he’s trying to magnanimously grace you with a dick appointment.
He follows, hot on your tail, just in time to feel the tickle of a breeze from the quick closing of a door.
And the door to his room stares back at him.
Wide open.
#got a little sillayyy with this one#writing#cod fanfic#promethean#cod#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#john soap mctavish x reader#soap x reader#johnny mactavish#johnny mactavish x reader#college au
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pussy privileges
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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, female receiving oral, p in v sex, multiple orgasms, partying, drinking, mentions of a drunk driving crash, rafe is kind of mean but in the grand scheme of rafe not really, established relationship
“i thought we were gonna go on a date.” you cross your arms as rafe finishes buttoning up his shirt.
“we are going out.” rafe tries to justify, but you shake your head. “you’re taking me to a house party, rafe. thats not a freaking date.”
“ill take you out tomorrow. dinner and a movie?” rafe offers to pacify the angry look on your face.
“fine.” you shrug, knowing there is no convincing rafe to not go the party if hes set his mind on it. you point at rafe, making sure he’s paying attention to you. “but im not happy about it.”
you don’t talk to rafe the entire ride there. you would have told him you were staying home, but you already got dressed up and don’t want to waste a full face of makeup and outfit.
“be right back, baby.” rafe says, making you throw your hands up as he walks away to talk to topper, having just entered the party a few minutes ago and your boyfriend is already abandoning you.
“god, rafe is being a dick today.” you groan, stomping up to your friend, who simply shakes her head and hands you a drink. you know that rafe isn’t really being a dick, not in comparison to how he treats other people, but you can’t resist the urge to complain.
“promising to take me out on a nice date night only to take me to a party and fuck off with topper.” you roll your eyes, downing your drink quickly before refilling the cup.
rafe finds you half an hour later, dancing with your friends. the music is so good you don’t stop him when his hands land on your hips, joining you in dancing.
you grind against him until your feet start to hurt, the song shifting to one you haven’t heard before. “rafey.” you whine, leaning back into him. “wanna go home.” “come on, you can wait. keep dancing.” rafe pushes his hips into your bum, making you roll your eyes. “no! im tired.”
rafe taps your hips, trying to encourage you to move, but you keep yourself standing still, much to his displeasure. “baby.” rafe turns you around so you’re facing him. he cups your cheeks as he speaks, “a bit longer. i like you dancing up on me.”
“fine.” you sigh. “gotta get me another drink though.” “thats my girl.” rafe smirks, grabbing a white claw off a nearby table before quickly coming back, pushing it into your hand before twisting your hips around, almost causing you to stumble as he presses his chest into your back, dancing into you again.
“rafey.” you whine when you realize he didn’t even open the can for you like he always does, but hes far too into dancing into you to hear your complaints over the loud music.
you manage to open the can without breaking a nail, grinding back slightly into rafe until you’ve finished the can, the alcohol moving through your system enough to ignore how much your heels are beginning to hurt, dancing back into rafe.
“god, you’re hot.” he groans into your ear, pressing a kiss under your ear before moving to your neck, burying his head in your soft skin, inhaling your scent.
“rafe!” you shout when his mouth presses against your skin and he sucks an incredibly visible hickey into your neck. you pull away quickly, but know it’s already going to bruise as you turn with a frown, your hands on your hips.
“sorry.” rafe says, but the smile on his face shows that he’s not actually sorry.
“whatever.” you sigh, rubbing at the spot. “just take me home.”
“fine.” rafe sighs, reaching for your hand, knowing it’s getting too late anyways. he tugs you through the crowd until you get outside.
“did you drink or take anything?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at rafe when he walks towards his truck. it’s only a short drive home, but you don’t want anything to happen.
“barely.” rafe says, unlocking his truck and opening the passenger side door for you.
“lets just walk home then.” you shake your head. “it’s so close.” rafe knows how much you hate drunk drivers ever since one hit your sisters car, thankfully she was fine besides a few bruises.
rafe sighs, head tilting back to look at the sky. “why didn’t i just lie?”
“ugh!” you stomp your foot. “rafe, that is so wrong!”
“baby, i really had just like two sips when we first-” rafe tries to explain, he’s truly not even buzzed, but you are already walking away, heading down the sidewalk towards tanneyhill. you don’t make it very far, rafe trailing behind you, until you have to kick off your heels.
rafe would usually pick you up, carry you home, but he knows your mad so decides to stay back, letting you walk barefoot home.
“baby-” rafe finally speaks when you get to the front door, but you just walk in, leaving it open for rafe to follow.
“y/n…” rafe tries again when you both get inside his room, but you ignore his call of your name and begin to take off your jewelry, before moving to your dress, quickly putting on pajamas once you’re naked.
rafe takes it as a sign, undressing himself for bed, relieved when you climb under the covers next to him.
“come here.” rafe holds his arms open. you hesitate for a second before moving in, allowing him to cuddle into you and press kisses all over your face.
“i’m so sorry, princess.” he says softly, connecting your lips in a kiss.
“you can make it up to me tomorrow on our very nice and well planned date.” you give a look to rafe, who quickly nods.
he leans in to kiss you again, and you accept it, allowing his hand to wrap around your waist and pull you in closer, bodies slotting together underneath the covers.
“i love you baby.” rafe says, his hand moving to underneath your flimsy pajama shirt.
“love you too.” you say, reaching to pull his hand back out, placing it on top of the fabric.
rafe frowns slightly before kissing you again, this time trying to move your leg so he can slot himself in between. you allow it, until he starts to grind into you. the second you feel him begin to swell in his pants, you pull away, pressing your thighs together.
“baby.” rafe whines. “i want you, come on.”
“and i want you to not be a dick.” you shake your head. you may have accepted rafes apology for his behavior, but aren’t willing to so quickly allow him to have sex with you.
“i said sorry!” “you can fuck me after you make it up to me tomorrow on the date. and it better be good, or i’ll get myself off and leave you alone.” you threaten, smirking when rafes eyes widen.
“okay, okay.” he nods. “tomorrow.”
--
rafe does everything right. flowers, a dinner reservation to a fancy restaurant, a new dress and necklace, as well as doting on you throughout the entire date.
“did i make it up to you?” rafe asks.
“hmm…” you tap your finger against your chin, rafe barely able to wait as you stand before him, new dress wrapping around your body like a present just waiting to be pulled away by rafe to reveal what he really wants to see.
“i don’t know. maybe the date was a little too good.” you let out a fake yawn. “a bit tired. might just have to go right to sleep.”
“baby-” rafe whines. he hasn’t gone this long without having you since you first started dating.
“but i guess you could eat me out and we can see if you deserve to fuck me.”
rafe smiles, knowing as soon as he gets between your legs, that you’ll be begging for his cock in no time. he undresses you completely before he even begins to work on his buttons, giving you a show as you lay naked on the bed, head propped up against the pillows as he strips away the layers of clothing until he’s nude, cock already straining.
rafe crawls between your legs, sighing with relief when you spread them, letting him view your pussy as he immediately buries his face between your legs, eating out your pussy like you’ve intentionally starved him of it, not just denied him sex one night.
“god, i fucking love how you taste baby.” rafe mumbles, his words vibrating against your cunt. “‘m so sorry i was a dick. won’t happen again. love you too much.”
you can’t help but smile when you reach down to fist your hands into rafes hair. his tongue gets you to orgasm three times until you’re whining for his cock too much, tugging at his hair.
rafe gives your sensitive clit a final kiss before crawling up the bed, connecting your mouths in a kiss, knowing how much you love to taste yourself on his lips.
“fuck me, come on.” you tell rafe. “need it so bad.”
rafe pushes his cock against your entrance, making you moan as he slowly brings his hips forward, sinking inside of you with ease.
“god, that was as much of a punishment for me as it was for you.” you laugh slightly when rafe is fully inside of you, still for a moment for you to adjust.
“certainly taught me a lesson.” rafe admits. he didn’t realize how hard it would be to go without fucking you. just one night felt like a century, his dick literally hurting when he woke up in the morning with a hard on, one that you would usually crawl beneath the covers to take care of.
“no pussy privledges when you’re mean.” you nod, confirming the rule, even though you hopefully never have to enforce it again.
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drunken confession | steve harrington x reader
summary you're Dustin's older sister, a night out with you're friends makes you see that here might be more between you and Steve (7.5k)
warnings fem!reader, fluff (a lot), mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn friends to lovers, idiots in love!!!, mentions of alcohol use, tabacco and anxiety (briefly). and eventual smut (p in v, hj unproteccted) english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!
“So, are you going out tonight?” Dustin asked once again, making you center your attention on him, you stop daydreaming.
“Um, I dunno. We’ll get some drinks, better if you don't wait up I think.” You answered, looking at him. Your brother always seemed like he had more to say, like there was always a puzzle, or an equation that he had to solve in the back of his mind.
“You’re gonna have to talk to mom.” He scuffed, almost like a laugh.
“What? Why?” Your eyebrows scratched as you asked, your shoulders got high, and so did your voice.
“She’s not letting you the car again if you’re out drinking.”
“Well, I’m not driving so…” You finished, letting the fork in your plate, the clinking of it ending the conversation briefly.
It seemed like it was going to be a quiet night anyway. Just you, and your friends, nothing unusual. Though you still didn’t know if you’d be drinking in someone’s house or out out.
Because those are two very different things.
If you were in someone’s house, you’d be calm, the lights won’t annoy you, the music won’t be too loud, and there won’t be too many people.
And you’d promised yourself that even if that happened, you weren’t going to overreact, because these things are normal, and it is okay. You're safe, in someone's house, and out in a club or bar.
-
Thankfully the bar was still empty when you arrived.
And the first round of beers went down pretty quickly.
So did the second one.
Nancy was excited. You could tell she was really happy, finally having received her acceptance letter to the college of her dreams. She couldn’t stop blushing every time somebody new walked into the bar and said congratulations.
Robin was as chatty as ever, as she normally was to be honest. You’d found out that Robin gets excited over other peoples’ excitement, and you often thought to yourself what a good cheerleader she would make if she wasn’t as clumsy as she is.
Eddie was quiet. It wasn’t unusual, not this early in the evening. He always gets more comfortable once he gets used to the people that are wherever you guys end up, and once he realises that nobody looks at him like he’s a freak anymore, in fact, since Corroded Coffin was gaining a bit of a reputation people tried to get close to him, talk to him. He’d never say it, but he loved it.
And, Steve.
Well, he was just electric. Something happened whenever you two were in the same place. He’ll participate in whatever conversation is going on at the table, but for a moment, however brief, he’d look at you, and you swear time would stop.
You didn’t know why that happened, you just enjoyed it.
And it was happening right now, as you were finishing your second beer, and he was already asking for the third round, his hand up with the empty bottle, once the barman saw Steve, he putted five fingers up, Steve nodded.
And as it always happened after two beers, you needed to go out, get some air and smoke. And as always, Eddie walked out with you.
“You doing okay Henderson?” Eddie muttered as he offered you his lighter, smoke already escaping his lips as he talked.
“Yeah, just thinking.” You answered quickly, just before lighting the camel you had in your pocket.
“You need to stop doing all that thinking.” He laughed, trying -with no success- to make you at least chuckle. “You wanna talk about it?”
“I think you already know if I’m being honest.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, pleading that he won’t make you actually say it.
“For what it’s worth, I think he’s just as much in his head as you are.” He admitted, as he took one long drag of his cigarette, almost gone now.
“You’re only saying that because you’re my friend.” You brush it off, not really ready to believe that he might be right, not wanting to believe him, in case he was actually right.
“And I’m also his friend.” He added, looking into your eyes, a soft smile in his face, and something else that you can’t recognise now. “And honestly, you two… something’s going on, it’s not hard to see it.”
“Nothing has happened. Nothing can anyway.” You add, as you throw your cigarette to the floor, stomping on it so it’s definitely put out.
“Why would you say that?” Eddie asks, his eyebrows raised, curiosity filling his voice.
“Because he still likes Nancy.”
-
Everyone had paid for one round. And you were now debating if you should go home or stay for a little longer.
Nancy wanted to leave, and so did Robin.
Eddie didn’t mind.
Steve wanted to stay.
And you weren’t sure why but so did you.
So, the table only had three new beers now, and a louder conversation.
The bar had filled up, and the music was louder now. So of course you needed to scream a bit to hear each other. Again you weren’t really talking about anything important, just enjoying the company they provided, and the warmth that you felt being in a space with your favourite people.
“Edds, I’m going out for a smoke break, wanna come?” You asked softly, the yellow packet already on your hand, trying not to feel nervous as you feel Steve looking deep into your eyes.
“Um, not really… I really need to take a piss.” He laughs a bit more than necessary, the alcohol finally taking him over.
“I’ll come.” Steve's voice finally could be heard. That stupid smile in his lips anytime he gets to spend quiet time with you.
“Come on.” You smiled shyly as you stood up, a bit too fast, feeling the alcohol all at once once you finally were out of your chair.
The cold air was the first thing that you felt, hitting you right in the middle of your chest, though you did not feel its coldness, at least not now. Not when he was right there beside you.
You’ll deny it every time somebody asks, but the way he lights the cigarette was hypnotizing.
His long fingers curving to stop the wind from blowing away the flame, his lips holding it tightly, his eyes looking down carefully so that he does not burn himself. And just the way his nose and parted lips would shine in a soft orange light once the flame was ignited, it made him look both peaceful and angelic. But honestly, that wasn’t the best part.
The best part of his little ritual came when he’d scooch over you, his face still -even if it was soft enough that he wouldn't notice- scrunched up, concentrating so that the flame wouldn’t disappear. His hands covering the end of your cigarette now, and he would look at you attentively, holding the lighter until smoke came out of your lips.
You didn’t pay attention to him in that moment -you never could if you didn’t wanna burn yourself- but if you did you’d see the way his eyes couldn’t stay away from the way your lips look.
And then, he’d always say and do the same thing.
First, he takes a step back, so he’s not actually so close to you in case it would annoy you, but his feet would stay pointed at you, just like his attention was fully with you, and the way you look up at him. her and her dove eyes. He thinks he could see them even if he closes his eyes.
Then his free hand would travel to the top of his head, retouching his hair once again, he does that right before he tilted his head to the left.
Then he always asks the same thing.
“So, how are you doing?”
And you’d always say the same thing.
“Good, I’m doing good.”
But really, you wanted to say.
“I’m always good when I’m with you.”
But it didn’t matter how much you'd drink, you never find the courage.
But for some reason, today, after he asked you how you were doing he kept talking.
“I’m not gonna lie to you Henderson, I’m getting pretty drunk today.” And he laughed. I could listen that laugh forever, you kept thinking. Though you didn’t need to say it, he knew it as soon as you smiled up at him and bite your lower lips as you looked at him.
It drove him mad.
“Honestly?” You asked as he kept laughing. He nodded and scratched the bridge of his nose with his thumb, cigarette still in his hand. “I’m getting drunk too.”
“Can I tell you something else?” He demanded, his eyebrows raising for just a second, your cheeks starting to hurt from just how much you were smiling. As soon as you nodded he lowered his head, and his voice. “It’s a really stupid thing.” He added, his words slurring a bit.
“It’s never stupid if you say it.” You say back. It always happened, when you were drunk you could not lie, and with that, you’d say things more sincerely, calmer and softer. Even more when Steve was the one listening to them.
“You look really pretty today.”
You were expecting everything but that. Your face lighted up, your eyes shined brighter and you didn’t even know your smile could grow wider. You shook your head and scoffed. A friendly and shocked reaction over such sincerity.
“You’re an idiot.” It’s the only thing you managed to say back.
But he knew you were happy. Just as much as he knew his heart had skipped a beat as soon as he saw your eyes squint for a second. It was becoming impossible to act normal around you, he realised.
You stayed there, under the cold starry sky, not saying anything, and it didn’t matter. You didn’t need to.
Once you finished smoking in such a comfortable silence it was hard to go back inside, but even if you wanted to stay in that quiet moment, you headed back, only to find Eddie deep in a conversation with a girl you didn’t know.
Well, it wasn’t really a conversation, more so he had his arm around her waist and was following her out.
Steve laughed in shock first, after looking at you.
“Guess that means we’ll have to drink his beer.” You add in a chuckle.
-
Your body was all warm and fuzzy. You weren’t going to drink anymore.
But Steve seemed to keep going, you weren’t sure why, probably just the habit, oblivious to you, it was to calm his nervous thoughts.
The bar was about to close, and that meant that it was getting quiet again, no need to scream anymore.
“Your ears get red when you’ve had enough to drink.” You point out touching the tips of Steve’s ears, brushing his hair behind them. You were giggly and touchy, even more so now that no rational thought was in your brain.
“Well… so does your nose.” He replays back, his eyes softer, as he lets his index finger touch the tip of your nose. “bub.” He adds. You’re not sure if he says it as a reaction to touching it or as a pet name, but you don’t care either way.
“You’re wasted Harrington.” You giggle as you say his last name, your hands travelling down his neck, into his chest, falling clumsy -but softly- into his lap. He loses his breath for a second as he lets himself enjoy the way your skin feels against his.
“Like father, like son, right?” He half jokes as he raises the beer he still is working on finishing.
“What?” You shake your head at him. “No, no way. You look just like your mom.” You add. Your voice feels like a soft song to him at that moment. People never tell him that he looks like his mom, even if he always wanted that.
“You’re the first person to say that, y’know” He confesses, his hand now resting on his hand, his eyes looking deep into yours.
“Well… It’s true. Your mom’s beautiful, and so are you.” Your cheeks go red as soon as you realize what you just said. Though you mean every word of it.
“You think I’m beautiful?” He asks, for a second it seems like he’s mocking you, but you know him well enough to know that he’s just shocked at the way you say things, so truthfully, so honestly. You always have the ability to leave him speechless.
“Yeah, that’s what I said.” You sound more sure of yourself now, as you snatch a little beer from his bottle, he looks at you with his eyebrows raised, surprised and in absolute awe of you.
“Not handsome?” You shake your head no as you giggle a bit at him, “Beautifull” He elongates the last L, a grin appearing on his lips.
That stupid Steve grin.
“Beautiful people are soft and kind. Not just on the outside, but all of them. That’s you.” His whole expression softened, even more if it was possible. His eyes were a pool of honey and coffee, and they could not stop looking at you, with pure adoration.
“You’re the one being an idiot now.”
You giggled as you felt the last sip travel down your throat, you nodded before looking back at him.
“They’re closing, we should go.” You point out once you see the lights of the bar light up. The universal sign that the night had come to an end.
-
The ride home was always fun, and worth remembering, every single one.
This one however, was special.
Your hand rested on the back of his head, playing with his hair lazily, not really thinking about it. It felt nice, and it was the closest you could be to him.
That’s what you thought anyway.
What you didn’t expect was Steve deciding to let his hand rest on top of your thigh, not striking it, not squeezing it, it just rested there. His thumb drew a repetitive pattern, a kind of gesture that to you meant I’m here, but to him it screamed I don’t wanna leave.
Once he stopped the car in front of your house, he whipped around to look at you. Once again, he said nothing. He just looked at you. You knew what Robin would say if he saw that, probably something like stop admiring at each other and go to bed, please?. Eddie would probably just laugh and give you a little shove. But right now, the only thing that escaped your lips (that might be trembling because of your nervous heart, or maybe it was because his hand was still in your thigh, and yours was still on the back of his neck) was a soft “Thank you” And he just shook his head, a its nothing gesture.
Though you weren’t ready for him to get out of his car once you were already on the steps of your house.
“You okay Steve?” You asked as you saw him approaching.
He didn’t say anything.
He just hugged you.
It had never felt like this. His hands holding you closer than ever, his head resting on the nape of your neck. Of course you returned the feeling, holding him thigh, not wanting to let go. Your head rested on his chest, and you could smell every inch of him. Aftershave, a deep cologne, the beer that you had drank and cigarette smoke. You closed your eyes for a second, trying to memorise how it all felt, how his respiration slowed for that moment, how he took a deep breath before letting you go and how he looked down at you, his honey eyes shining. His cheeks a bit flustered, and you're guessing that yours are too.
“Yeah. Good night honey.”
honeyhoneyhoney.
-
“It would just be a quick drop, you wouldn’t even be five minutes late I swear!” Dustin whined again. He knew he was getting you annoyed, and frustrated, he could tell by the way your eyebrows were scrunched up and your nails were getting buried into your waist, holding tight onto something so you wouldn’t snap at him.
“It’s not about dropping you off, it’s just…” You always had trouble communicating when you were like this, when your thoughts were going faster than your actions, when you got overwhelmed by things that nobody seemed to get overwhelmed by. “I’m supposed to go to Edds show, and I really don’t want to be late, because if I am, I might not find them and then that would mean I-”
“They’ll wait for you.” He looked down at the floor, his hands had his fingers intertwined, the same anxious tick you had, it looks like he inherited that too. “Please? Will goes back to California in a couple days and we really want to finish his campaign.”
You nodded, you understood the need to see someone, a friend. You know how much Dustin misses Will when he’s not around. He nodded back, and he sat on top of your bed. Happy. Calm, not pushing your buttons anymore.
“So… Who’s going?”
“Where?”
“To Eddie’s show.” He gestured with his hands, a weird look in his face that you had no time to get into.
“Um, Robin and Steve.” You add back, your voice a bit higher in pitch, turning your back so you can look into your closet, hoping to find something that might work. Your indecision -you often think- is the worst thing that happens to you. “Nancy was supposed to come but she said something came up, so…”
“She didn’t tell you?” The tone of his voice made you turn fast to him, a shocked honesty that makes you wonder.
“Tell me what?”
“Her and Jonathan got back together.”
“Oh.” oh. “How do you know?” Your ears were ringing, poor Steve you thought. Poor heart-broken Steve, the only thing you ever wanted for him was for him to be happy, it didn’t matter with who, as long as he actually loved the person and was loved in return.
“Steve told me.” Even if your little brother’s voice was calm, he was still looking at you with that same look. The one he uses when he’s trying to gather information, seeking a reaction, and if you were being honest, he was getting one.
“Is Steve okay?” You needed to know, because right now it was all you could think about, about the kind boy that deserves to be loved, even if it can’t be by you.
“You’re kidding? He helped Jonathan get her back!” That confused you even further, why would Steve help him get the girl he’s in love, get together with someone else. You turned back and started grabbing different tops and shirts and laying them above the bed.
“Why would he do that? Isn’t he like, in love with Nance?” The way he started laughing made your shoulders tense for a second, jumping at such a reaction. “What are you laughing for?”
“He’s not in love with her! Jesus, you can be blind sometimes…” The palm of his face brushes his face as he looks at you, a puzzled look still on yours.
“I don’t know what you’re on kid, but I need to get ready and have no clue what to actually wear so…” He picked up the white tank top and threw it to you.
“You’re an idiot sometimes, you know that?” Dustins i’m much clever than you tone came back as he stood up. You rolled your eyes at him and gave him a petty smile.
“Yeah, I’ve been told.”
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As you parked outside where Eddie was playing, a few minutes late, you grew nervous. The parking lot was full of cars, and finding a spot took longer than you anticipated, so by the time you found a spot and got to the entrance, the queue only seemed longer and longer. People standing in a not-so-neat line, chatting amongst themselves, shivering away the coldness of the night. Cigarette smoke and off-key lyrics filled the ambient of the people pulled away.
You realise at that moment, you didn’t have a ticket.
Steve and Robin had gotten in with Eddie.
And you had no idea how to get in, so you took a quick lap to see if you found someone, anyone.
Thankfully for you, Steve was by the entrance door, chatting away with one of the security guys. Even if Steve was tall, and had a wide back, the man talking to him toward over him, it almost made you giggle, seeing him as someone smaller, when he usually was the one that filled the room, even with just his presence.
As you walked to him, smoke escaping your lips and a scent of burnt smoke following you, you remembered the conversation you had with Dustin. And still, you didn’t believe him, at least not until you saw the way his demeanor changed when you approached him, and a relieved “Steve” came out of you.
Steve lost his breath for a moment.
You looked truly angelic, and you didn’t even need to try. You in that white tank top that made your breasts appear larger, more exposed than they’re usually are, your hair down, letting the left side of your neck free, as the wind blew, and your jeans hugging every curve of your body. It drove him mad. Even worse, he always loved when you wore red lipstick, like tonight.
Of course he wasn’t in love with anyone but you.
But you didn’t know.
The same way he didn’t know just how much it drove you crazy when his shirts hugged his arms like that, his veins more prominent when his arms were crossed on his chest. His hair always seemed to float, like it had a gravity of his own, but that single strand of hair that felt in between his eyes made you focus on him more. His soft honey dark eyes that were only looking at you, half lidded and full of adoration. It drove you crazy.
Of course you weren’t in love with anyone but him.
But he didn’t know.
Just like you had thought until a few hours ago that he still loved, or liked Nancy, it wasn’t until he had picked up Robin a few minutes ago that he didn’t find out that what you had with Eddie was purely platonic. Robin had laughed just as much as Dustin did, and called him an idiot all the same. But still, you both thought that your feelings weren’t returned, because that would be too perfect to be real. Impossible, just a dream.
However, the way your name sounded when Steve said it made you forget about everything else, and just focus on him.
A quick hug, not like the one he had given you that night he had driven you the night after you’d spent your entire night in a bar. You had come to realise, he became braver once some time had passed, and so did you.
So you headed inside, where Robin was waiting for the both of you in the bar, a warm welcome and a big cheers with some beers that you grabbed as you moved further into the pit.
The crowd was electric, everyone cheering for the show to start, eager to sing along with the band. You followed along, screamed when Corroded Coffin finally came on stage, whoo’d Eddie when he asked How are you doing Indianapolis and laughed when he admitted that he missed saying how are you Hawkins.
Robin cheered the loudest and it made Steve laugh. One of those authentic, closing your eyes and holding your stomach kind of laughs. You thought that it was one of the highlights of the night already.
But as these things often go, once Eddie’s band was over, and the next one came, the bar got even more crowded, and the lights felt brighter, and everyone seemed to be looking at you, judging or god knows what. Everyone seemed to bump into you, and you had already pulled the glue out of your empty cristal bottle on both sides. Breathing was becoming a hard task, and so did hearing anything that was being said to you.
“Honey” You heard Steve as soon as you felt his warm hand on your shoulder. You looked up to him, a haze in your eyes.”Are you okay?” He halved screamed into your ear, his breath lingering into your skin.
You pull him closer for a moment, afraid he might not listen.
“Too many people.” You’re not sure if he could hear you, or what he could do. You try even harder to relax your breathing, to stop looking around. But it all ends when you feel his fingers intertwined with yours.
You look up to him, he just nods to Robin who nods back at him, and he starts walking to the back of the pit, the lights seem to not burn anymore, and the people are few and far between. He just stays there, with you for a second before he opens his mouth. Looking at you and the way your eyes are scanning every single person in the room, looking for something that you don’t know what is.
“Honey?” There it is again, the soft worried Steve voice, his attention only on you.
You look back at him, as you feel his hand grabbing yours thighter. He’s the only thing you’re looking at now.
“Do you need to get out? Get some air?” He knows you won’t actually answer, but takes the nodding that you do as a clear enough sign.
The creaking of the door and the friendly doorman brings you back down to earth, and so does the wind hitting your chest.
“Better?” He asks again, desperate for some sort of confirmation from you.
“Yeah, I just- Sorry…” You sort of mumble, more to yourself than to him.
In that moment you realise that your hands are still tangled together, and the blood rushes to your cheeks as soon as you look down at them. They fit together so naturally, you think. Like a missing piece of a puzzle.
“Don’t apologize. We’ll stay here as long as you need, ‘s fine.” You instinctively bite the inside of your cheek as you nod at him, a soft smile, a thank you of sort appears on your face, as does a grin on his.
Without letting go of you, he reaches down into his jeans front pocket, and takes out a box of Camel, offering you to take one. Smoking might be bad for your lungs, but it does help with regulating your breathing, and he knew that’s just what you needed, and honestly, you were craving one, so you nodded again, searching for a lighter with the cigarette already in between your lips. Before you even find it, you feel the warmth of fire close to your mouth, and you just inhale the smoke.
“Thank you…” He shakes his head, as he inches closer to you, the same strand of hair falling between his eyes again.
“There’s no need for that.” He whispers, his words just as sweet as he is. His free hand pushes your hair behind your ear, and falls slowly to the nape of your neck, letting it rest there for just a second, his thumb stroking the end of your jaw in soft short motions, holding you up so you look at him, your doe eyes looking deep into his, he swears he could melt right here and there. You were driving him crazier everyday with the way you looked at him.
For a second there, he thinks you might even love him back.
“I just don’t know why I get like that, when there’s so many… I dunno” you scoff off, as your shoulders shrug ever so slightly, enough for him to catch, enough for your hair to move again and let the smell of your shampoo reach him. “I’m okay, don’t worry.” You say with a smile.
He looks deep into his eyes, looking for any sign that you might be lying, he doesn’t find any. And he likes to think that you’re better because of him. It's funny how right he is.
“We can stay here as long as you need.” Steve reasures you once again, getting closer again. Your body and his only a push away from touching.
“You’re always so sweet to me.” You’re thinking out loud now, you bite your lower lip as soon as you see him mask his blush with a soft chuckle, as his grin deepens, and you stop for a second to look at his pretty pink lips. You even let yourself imagine what it would be like to kiss them.
Steve debates what to do next. He knows you’re not lying, he knows that you’re being sincere and truthful. He can tell by the way your eyes are half lidded, looking at him like you’re in the safest space possible -even when you’re actually outside downtown Indianapolis- so in the end, he just wraps his arms around you. And he holds you even tighter when he feels you wrapping your arms behind his neck, and the way you stand on your tiptoes so you can hold him closer, your leg between his, his hands playing with the ends of your air. He breathes you in, intoxicating himself with the way you smell. You’re worried he’ll feel just how fast your heart is beating. But you’re too occupied smiling deeply and sincerely.
He feels safe.
Yes, there might be some butterflies, but they’re not nervous ones, it’s all just calmness. Love even.
-
He ends up paying for your drinks, and you spend the night dancing at the back of the pit with Robin and eventually Eddie joins you. You laugh, and dance around, sing the songs off key with Robin making Eddie laugh as he joins you. Admiring the way Steve covers his face embarrassed, that the idiots causing the whole club to cheer you on as you move are indeed his friends. But what makes you have the deepest smile is everytime you catch Steve eyes, thay always seem to be on you. He even dances with you a couple times when Robin or Eddie go away to the bathroom or to grab more drinks.
You don’t care because he is here and everything feels right.
But the night was coming to an end, and you still were buzzing with energy.
Even outside, where the cold wind wrapped around you you were still singing and dancing until Eddie started speaking.
“Steve, can I take your car?” He asks, and it makes you all turn around and look at him.
“What for? Where’s your van?” Robin followed, her voice raised a little too loud.
“I think Gareth might have taken it.” Eddie explains as he points at his van driving away, with Gareth in the driver’s seat. You can’t help but laugh a bit, stopping slowly as you feel Steve laying his arm around your shoulders, you let yourself think of it as an embrace. Or maybe he was just cold.
“Who’ll drive me home?” He mutters as he searches for the keys in his pocket.
“I’ll drive you.” You say, looking up at him. Steve’s eyes shine brighter, with that look. A look you have only seen in him once before, long ago.
“Sure.” He mutters, a grin in his face. “You won’t kill us?” He jokes as he pushes some hair away from your face with the hand that rests right where your neck meets your shoulder.
“I’ll come with you” Robin mumbles as she approaches Eddie, her eyebrows raised.
Steve knows that if Robin could talk to him now she would plead with him, to actually make a move. He decides that she’s right.
“Alright, let’s get home.” Eddie winks at you, a look that begs you to be careful. He grabs the keys that Steve throws him, the jingle of them making you realise that this was actually happening.
You blame it on the alcohol. But you have to admit that holding his waist was something you have wanted to do for so long its feels fucking angelic once your fingers touch his skin, under his shirt, right above the seam of his jeans.
Steve chews gum when he’s nervous, and the minty flavor, or maybe the amount of beer inside his system makes him say the most stupid thing ever.
“Do you like gum?”
“Yeah”
“You want some?”
“Sure.” You stop, expecting him to reach down his pocket and grab the small packet. You part your lips open expecting him to do so. Instead, Steve in a bold move opens his mouth and pulls you closer.
Before you can even process what he’s doing, his thumb reaches your jaw, opening your mouth a bit more for you, and you see the way his tongue places the minty gum on your lips. You had closed your eyes. Thinking he was going to do something else.
It had made you nervous and weak all the same. You can’t help but think, as you take a few steps, your hand holding even tighter onto him, that was one of the hottest things you had ever seen.
It got better.
After a few steps he talked again. His voice sultier, deeper. His eyes somehow were darker, but still looked like they were full of adoration for you.
“Does that gum still have some taste on it?”
“Yeah, minty” You manage to say.
“Can I have some?”
This time around, it's you who grabs him. And you can feel the way he smiles at that, and the way his fingers hold your face up again to meet him. This time it’s you who gives him the gum back.
Only, you place it between your lips, and it's his tongue that gets it.
In that moment you know, you’re fucked.
And so does he.
-
“Honey?” He asks as he sees you pulling into his street.
The whole drive back home had been exactly like the last time. Except this time the way he would caress your leg felt hungry for your touch back, and your fingers would end up intertwined, singing the songs that came into the radio, not really paying attention, all of it focused on the way he was playing with your fingers.
“Mmmh?”
“My car keys may have been chained to my house keys.” He admits, embarrassed, as he covers his face. You can’t help but look at him and laugh a bit.
“S’okay, you can sleepover.” He nods and you change directions.
And before you know it you’re already parked, and he’s already following you inside.
That’s when it hits you.
Steve is in your room.
Steve is sleeping over in your bed.
Steve had practically kissed you.
whatthehellisgoingon
You shake your head, not wanting to read too much into things that haven’t and might never happen.
“I uh… I’m going to change.” You whisper, a bit of shame could be felt on your words, and Steve just nodded, lost in the sight that was you in your room. “Do you need anything?”
“No, I… Usually just sleep with my boxers on.” That confession made you blush and bite your lower lip as you nodded. Not really knowing what to do or say.
So you just turned around, you took off your bra, tossing it on the floor before you took off the white tank you had. You reached for your sleep shirt. An old grey shirt that was way overdue to throw away, but it was long enough and soft enough that you felt it was perfect for sleeping in. So, Steve just enjoyed the show.
He stayed there, watching the way your body moved. He was the one that had his eyebrows raised, his chest racing and his cheeks flushed. He was lost in you. And you were painfully obvious that he was looking, maybe that’s why you take a bit longer to take off your tank top before putting on the gray shirt. Maybe that's why your heart skips a beat when you hear the sound of his belt hitting the ground at the same time that his jeans did. While you took your own jeans off, he took off his shirt.
You knew you had to turn around now.
And as you did you go lost in him.
Him standing there, in nothing but his black boxers, framing all of him. Him and his chest with some hair, trailing all the way down to his waistband. That was an image you probably would never be able to forget.
He took the first step. A soft grin appears in his lips once again. As he pushes the same flock of hair behind your ear, you can't help but tilt your head into his touch. He takes another step forwards, and just looks at you, deep into your eyes. You both chuckle, nervously at the situation, and like before, he holds you. Thight. Only this time, you can feel him against your leg. It makes you press your own legs together a bit more.
Once he lets go, you slide into the bed, and he closes the lights, following you closely.
“Is it okay if you hug me?” You ask.
“Mmh.” He’s at a loss for words.
He cuddles you, feeling you closer than ever before. And one of his hands gets lost into your thigh, right where your waistband meets your skin, tracing it. Softly. It drives you insane. Steve’s breathing into your hair, and you can feel how his breathing is fastening, just as much he can feel yours, by the way your stomach goes up and down. He can’t help himself anymore. He leaves a wet kiss on your neck.
That’s all it takes.
You turn around and you know you’re fucked. You can’t hold yourself anymore. You explote.
You kiss him.
The way his lips press against yours feels like he really wanted this, maybe even as much as you did. Your body pulls him closer, and his leg finds itself tangled in between yours. He’s lost in you and the way your mouth feels. He bites your lower lip, softly. And as soon as you feel the tug a soft whimper escapes your lips. Steve melts into you even more, his legs putting pressure in that spot between your legs that is already throbbing for him. Your hands find the back of his neck, and become buried into his hair. His soft chestnut hair. His hands begin to train up, inside your shirt. Holding your waist harder than before. Another moan escapes your kiss swollen lips, and he grunts in return.
He tries to memorise you, and the way you look like now. To him, you’re a goddess fallen from the sky, and he’s the lucky one.
He climbs above you, tracing kisses down your neck, as his hands travel up, up enough to meet your breast and press down, even carefully he’s strong enough and skilled enough to pinch your nipples, making them hard. And your legs wrap around him, and you can’t quite believe just how big he’s gotten just from kissing you.
His hands take off your shirt and as soon as he looks at you he’s a goner.
“Fuck, you’re beautifull honey.” He groans. A deep voice you’ve never heard from him.
It makes you pull him closer. And he starts to move, his cock and your clit being only separated by the small fabric between you both.
“Can I-” He cuts you off as he looks up at you, stopping the trail of kisses he wanted to finish on your left breast.
“You can do anything you want to me honey”
You can’t help yourself. The wetness patch only growing on your thong. You needed him, but you were so desperate to touch him, to see him.
You flipped him around, leaving him laid on your mattress, his hands up in shock. He’s surprised by you in the best way possible.
You were the one kissing him senseless now, as you grind on top of him. HE grew harder and stiffer with every time your clit pressed against him. His hands grabbed your ass in that moment, hard and burying his fingers as deep as he could. You wasted no time kissing every beauty mark that you could see, slowly going down his stomach, his breath shortening, sucking in and groaning your name in the most delicious way you have never heard anyone say it.
Your hands found the hem of his underwear and pulled it down. He was so big. His pink tip already wet with pre-cum, and it was all because and for you. Your eyes widened with desire, you had to taste him.
So you did.
It only took a lick for Steve to shiver, and that made nothing but turn you on even more. His hand had now started to press on your clit through the fabric. It didn’t matter, it felt too good.
So, as you looked deep into his eyes, you wrapped your lips around him, and you went down.
Steve had never been more desperate, the eye contact, you and your pretty doe eyes looking at him like he was the only thing in the world.
His fingers had pushed your thong to your side, and started messing around your entrance, it wasn’t until his waist flinched forward, making you swallow him whole, that he didn’t actually finger you.
But once he did, he couldn’t stop, and neither could you.
The way you moaned, with him still inside you, the way your waist moved, letting him get more aces into you, it drove him mad, he needed you, like really needed you.
“Steve, please” You begged.
That’s all it took.
His hands took off your thong and pulled you up, he kissed you deeply, his tongue getting lost with yours. Your soft lips fit perfectly with his, and the wetness of his cock still in them.
He was above you again. Three fingers in, your legs already up, he had you prepared you enough for him to enter, but anyway, when you felt the way his cock slided into you, your walls tensed up for a second, and you both moaned as soon as you felt each other.
“God, you feel so nice honey” He whispered into your ear before biting it.
Your legs wrapped around him, tightly, and your hands were on his back, pushing him deeper. He wanted to go slow, but seeing you so helpless, so needy for him, made him pick up the pace. With every thrust, your eyes rolled deeper into your head, your muscles relaxed, and your feet were pointed.
The warmth of his skin felt so good against yours you felt as if it would never be enough, even if you wanted to scream his name, you couldn’t. Everyone was sleeping. So you did the only thing you could.
“I’ve wanted you for so long Steve '' You whispered into his ears in between thrusts. You felt how his head hangs lower after that, his back arched so he could reach even lower. And when you thought he was as deep as he could, he placed an arm behind you, reaching that place that even you couldn’t.
“So have I honey.” He admitted before kissing you, a deep, wet kiss. Followed by many more repressed moans and loud groans. “I’m all yours.”
“I’m all yours” You repeated.
He grabbed your leg and pushed it up, he was so deep now you could feel him everywhere. You were lost in him. The way his hair bounced, the way his eyes looked at you, his lips swollen because he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop kissing you.
He was a goner. And so were you.
You hadn’t come this hard in so long.
You melted into eachothers arms.
You had a silent moment, where it was all soft kisses and caresses. You couldn’t quite believe that that had just happened.
Or how good it had been.
“I meant it.” You heard him whisper, his lips pressed against your ear.
“What?”
“I’m all yours.” He repeats. Leaving a kiss in your hair. “I’ve always been.”
“I mean it too.” You let him know, your nose brushing his, your fingers tangled with his. “I’ve liked you for so long, my love.”
He laughs a bit. Maybe it was the confession he had just got out of you, maybe it was because you had just called him my love.
“God, me too.” He finally admits, a weight being pulled away from his chest. “But I thought you had a thing for Eddie.”
“And I thought you still loved-” He shuts you up with a kiss.
“We broke up because I was falling for you.” He finally admits.
You can’t stop smiling or kissing.
You don’t think you ever will.
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pairing: reader x choi 'buzzcut' vernon genre: angst, hurt no comfort wc: 1.2k summary: fingers off the unblock button or you're gonna regret it, girl content warning: angst bro. lovers to strangers, mentions of eating difficulties, rotting post-breakup, self-flagellating, i might wanna write an alt. ending to this bc what on earth is it so sad for.
it gets easier: they’re right about that, which pisses you off, frankly, but that’s just your pride talking.
first, you go no contact and it destroys you, and the rot makes your blood spill a darker, angry red, like cardinals on the cusp of their death.
then the rage is followed swiftly by embarrassment. at the circumstances, the context, your response, his response (or lack thereof), at being a human being with emotions beyond your control. it turns your teeth brittle and sore, and you can’t muster the courage to smile anymore, but at least you’re eating again.
the songs that dominate your breakup playlist fall into obscurity in the belly of your liked songs. savored, chewed up, swallowed, sizzling away in the same acid that digested ‘fireflies’ by owl city some 15 years ago.
now, they only startle you after their second chorus plays through the shitty sound system of some target eight months later.
then there’s that big, bulbous, obnoxious conclusion: acceptance.
maybe it’s the exposure therapy?
you see his face everywhere, not seeking it out, but not avoiding it either. you’re … you deserve to see that he has moved on. it’s good for you to see him and try to accept the feelings that linger (beyond bitterness and resentment).
because where that tunnel ends, you know he has made you happy. he persists in making you happy, still. the better memories are too plentiful to count or ignore, and his stupid grin always makes you grin right back, no matter the distance—even if it is watching some moment of fanatic hysteria explode on twitter.
so it does get easier. yes, even as you’re inundated with pictures of him performing to sold out arenas, or modeling brands whose names you know he's too scared to try and pronounce, or shuffling through an airport with a too-small baseball cap haphazardly hiding a new haircut. wait. a new haircut?
it's like something possesses you. one minute you're doomscrolling, the next you're neck deep in carat twitter's discourse over some fantaken photos.
while thousands of fans scream back and forth over something that will inevitably be confirmed in the next 24 hours, you realize-or remember-you're only privy to this news as a statistic. you're just another view in an algorithm. and that no one thinks (or cares) to ask you about hansol anymore, knowing you no longer have a place by his side.
oof. yeah, that still stings a bit. accepting you have no right to know, or otherwise being limited to investigative fangirling.
but you haven’t given yourself any room for mistake making so far, so why would you sully that clean streak? for the sake of haircut curiosity? what a stupid thing to suggest. idiotic, really. self-sabotaging idiocy.
to: +82 *** *** **** hey! new haircut looks cool. so sick the company finally let up. hope you’re doing good 👍
now, without the warm embrace of imessage’s delete option, you’ve kinda/sort of-fucked yourself.
“it gets easier my ass. yeah, yeah, gets easier to behave like a freak.” you berate yourself, sliding the phone across your table and vastly underestimating the distance it’d take to fall off. as you dive to catch it (and fail), that deafening ringtone only gives you reason to let it drop, to shatter the thing beyond recognizing its screen. but with this stupid heavy duty phone case hansol had bought a year back? no dice.
from: +82 *** *** **** haha thanks man ended up begging for forgiveness rather than waiting for permission :P from: +82 *** *** **** craaaazy how hard i tried to cover it up just to be clocked the second i stepped off the plane lol
you snicker at that. how ‘hard’ he tried?
to: +82 *** *** **** boy you wore a cap nothing was gonna cover that loooow taper fadeee 🎶 from: +82 *** *** **** brooo i was supposed to wear my hoodie but i got overstimulated from: +82 *** *** **** and i hope ur doing good too by the way from: +82 *** *** **** kinda geeked to hear from you haha
you have to put your phone down. this is dangerous, dangerous territory; like, walking through burning sand, sunburned and windlashed, toward a mirage. you have got to put your phone down.
to: +82 *** *** **** honestly just wanted to wish u well for the new year and lyk the buzzcut is super cool B)
these stupid keyboard emojis are a little secret you both keep. something silly you only use with each other that is so inconsequential, you can’t help but let your cheeks burn an angry red at their return.
why does it have to be so easy?
you are going to put the phone down, now.
to: +82 *** *** **** i’m sorry for blocking you—even though we said no contact it felt pretty immature. from: +82 *** *** **** glad u like the hair. was kinda bummed u weren’t the first to see it haha could only imagine the look on your face calling u after the cut or sending u a selfie :’) from: +82 *** *** **** nah i deserved it
he didn’t deserve it. sure, his whole being him shtick was what made the separation so excruciating in the first place, but you’d made the decision mutually. albeit a bit prematurely. in the way all confused adults do when they preempt disaster and jump ship at the first sign of smoke.
from: +82 *** *** **** that sounds crazy dramatic i just mean from: +82 *** *** **** it made sense? like it didn’t take long for me to get why you’d done it from: +82 *** *** **** i just figured pretty early on u knew what u were doing. you always did/do lol
your finger hovers over the call button. never before has it felt so offensive, so risqué to do such a thing, but you know that by ignoring the arbitrary rules of a breakup you’re tempting fate.
it doesn’t matter that before, you could do it as freely as you wished. that before, he would always pick up and never once avoided answering. before, you could send jibberish voicemails to litter his inbox, quadruple double triple text, or simply tell him to ‘ring’, and he’d oblige; because before you were in love. now, you’re an unnamed contact.
now, you stomp on the ashes like they’ll relight after a year being burned out.
from: +82 *** *** **** happy new year by the way!!!! from: +82 *** *** **** and belated happy holidays :) i pried and kwan let slip you got a billy joel record from him from: +82 *** *** **** i didn’t know you’d kept our player. why does that make me so happy?
you need to put the phone down. you have got to put the phone. you are going to put the phone down, now.
your stiff finger taps that blue icon before you can even think to stop it. it’s unfair, really, how this has to happen, but it was inevitable. because no amount of money in the world could buy you enough dignity to do this properly.
because when it comes to hansol, you’re nothing more than a fool.
caller id [+84 *** *** ****] > you will not receive phone calls, messages or facetime calls from people on the block list. confirm? caller blocked.
delete message history?
a/n: vaguely inspired by @xinganhao rockstar!reader and vernon breakup chapter.... like what if we all suffered more... because im a SICK MASOCHIST! and kae is my unknowing muse. also sorry for going afk and happy new year</3
#vernon imagines#seventeen imagines#svt imagines#vernon angst#seventeen x reader#vernon x reader#choi vernon#choi hansol#hansol x reader#seventeen fanfic#svt fanfic#seventeen fic#svt x reader#seventeen angst#svt angst#svt smau#kind of?#kvanity#vernon oneshot#svt smut#seventeen smut#vernon smut
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19 & 29 with sohee please :p <3
19. “it’s not a big deal” - “yes it is, i’m about to take your virginity” + 29. “are you sure you locked the door?” - “yes” - “but are you really sure?” -“stop freaking out” + Sohee
pairing: sohee + virgin!reader
warning: smut, suggestive
there you were, making out with sohee in your bed. you couldn’t explain how did you get to that point. you invited him over to fix something on your computer, but suddenly the situation heated up and now you were on top of him, with your fingers tangled in his hair and his hands caressing your thighs. suddenly you felt something underneath you, so you separated from the kiss and looked at him.
‘is that your…?’
‘sorry…’ sohee would say a little bit embarrassed .
you were kind of surprised. you were a virgin, so this was your first time feeling and seeing a boner. ‘don’t be, i got a little horny too…’ your hands slipped down to his chest while you looked at him. he was looking at you as well, bitting his inner cheek.
‘i wanna… do it…’ you whispered, looking directly into his eyes.
‘what?’
‘i wanna do it sohee, please?’
‘y/n, your parents are home’
‘we can lock the door’ you stood up quickly and closed your door silently and then locked it. you went back to the bed, climbing into sohee’s lap again and putting your hand on his shoulders. you approached your lips to his neck, starting to leave wet kisses on it. ‘can we now?’ you whispered near his ear, hearing him sighing.
‘are you sure you locker the door?’
‘yes’
‘but are you really sure?’
‘omg sohee, stop freaking out’ you said looking at him. then he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you closer, putting your lips together in a needy kiss.
his hands travelled down your back while he laid you on the bed gently, putting himself between your legs. he took off your shirt and started leaving kisses on your chests, sometimes looking up at you, while you were twisting under his touch. when he reached the edge of your short you stopped him ‘oh, and, sohee? this is gonna be my first time so i don’t know what i have to do exactly’
he froze, looking at you in disbelief. ‘are you a virgin y/n?’ he asked, so you nodded ‘oh… and are you sure you wanna do this?’
‘yes i want to, its not a big deal…’ you murmured
‘yes it is, im about to take your virginity y/n’ his hands were still on the edge of your pants.
‘oh come on sohee, can you fuck me, please?’ you would say looking at him directly. you just couldn’t wait anymore. after seeing your reaction sohee nodded and started to putting down your pants, opening your legs with one of his hands. then, he looked how wet your panties were and smiled.
‘try not to be loud y/n’
#riize smut#sohee smut#riize hard hours#riize imagines#riize scenarios#riize x reader#riize hard thoughts#1binkiss#1binkiss requests
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What Would They Do, If They Just Knew
(P!ATD reference lol)
Gerard Way × Reader
-> Masterlist
A/N: Hey!! This is the most basic plot ever, but it was 2am and I wanted to write something. I tried to make this with more feelings, idk I liked this one. If you have any request, I'll be happy to write it :)
A/N 2: I'm writting a Frank x Reader imagine. Idk how to finish, but i will post it soon.
Summary: You are a famous actress who was dating Gerard for about 2 years, but you haven't turned your relationship public yet, because of all the issues that this could bring to your career. However, you both were hired to some Comic-Con, and you don't know whether or not this is the right time to tell'em about it.
- Word Count: 1,905
- Warnings: Big age gap (again, 'cause I love it)
- Ps: I'll not use y/n…
- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.
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1st person POV
Being famous is such a complicated thing, and dating another celebrity is a mess. All the fear of how fans will react, and how the media will turn more invasive about our personal lives just freak us out. That's why Gerard and I keeped our relationship out of the lights for so long.
Yesterday, I got a call from my agent. She asked me if I was up for being one of the guests of the Comic-Con this year, together with my co-star, who had already agreed to participate.
Prior to answering anything, I had a mind to ask Gerard what he thinks about it, and if he wanted to go with me.
Before I could call him, my phone started to ring. I knew who was by the name of the contact, but hearing his voice always make butterflies in my stomach.
-Hey, sugar! Got a sec? I need to ask you something. If you aren't busy, of course.
- Hi, babe! Yeah, I was about to call you too… - I giggled a bit by the coincidence - But you go first. What's shakin’?
The moment he started to talk, I got up from my bed and started to walk through my bedroom. I don't know why, but I do this every time I answer a call.
-So… the staff of Comic-Con want me there to talk concerning Doom Patrol and meet some fans. - He sounded really excited and I couldn't help but let a smile grow on my face. - I was wondering if you'd like to go with me.
- Well… They want me there too, so I think we're going together though!
- Really?! - He practically screamed at the phone. - That's awesome!
- You know, I was wondering if isn't this the moment to tell'em about us. - I started to speak and notice that I will have to be the most convincing I could. - Will be very suspicious if we appear together without an explanation, so I thought that the easier way to do this was to tell them.
The silence lasted for a few seconds, so the best thing I might think of to try to take all this pressure off him, was to show that I understood whatever his decision was.
- But if you don't think it's a good idea…
I sounded the most calm I could.
- I wanna tell the world about you, about us, but… you know how this could end. - He sighed. - We kinda belong to different worlds, and the age gap doesn't help at all.
-You're right. Sorry… - I didn't know how to feel, half of me longed that he wanted to turn this public, but the other half are relieved he doesn't want to. - I must have been out of my mind and… Well, I have to tell my agent that I'm in. l call you back later?
- I'll have the rest of the day free. I'll be there so we can talk properly. What you think?
“Talk properly”? About this? I thought that he was sure that wasn't a good idea. Even so, the prospect of seeing Gerard cheered me up.
-Sure! - The last time we could spend more than a dinner together was about a month ago. - You gonna stay here?
- If you don't mind…
- I'd love to! - I literally jumped for joy
- Gotta go now, catch you later, babe!
- Bye!
He turned off the phone, and I called back my agent, confirming my presentear the Comic Con.
I couldn't wait till Gerard came here. Maybe it is a bit silly to be that excited about a simple thing like this, but we were so busy in the last months and barely had time for each other. Of course we call and text each other every day, but I miss the nights we spend together, laughing, cuddling and… you know
Anyways, the sensation of waiting made me bored for the first time in years. I'm again overthinking over the conversation, and what “talk properly” means.
All the possible scenarios end up with a confused blur in my mind. The boredom gradually turned into an anguish that slowly consumed me.
Before things got worse, I heard the bell and went downstairs to open the door. The moment the creaking of the door echoed in my ears, I looked up only to meet his eyes. Standing in front of my door, Gerard looked pretty as always, the smell of coffee emanated from his green coat and all my worries left my mind when I felt his arms around my body.
- Hey
Gerard’s calm voice in my ear and his warm arms holding me, made me feel better than I have in weeks.
- Hey
I mutter with my face buried in his chest.
He let go from me, but still close, he held my chin with his finger and brought his lips closer to mine slowly. I felt a shiver down my spine when our lips finally met and he grabbed my hips pulling me even closer. I melted against him, letting myself get lost in the moment and forget that we weren't supposed to do that at the front door.
Finally, we pulled back, breathless and slightly dazed, his kind gaze almost made me kiss him again.
- I missed you - Ahead of i could do anything, Gerard looked deep in my eyes and all the colors of his iris were glowing. - I missed you so much fucking.
- So did I - I smiled back at him and grabbed his hand. - Come in!
I closed the door behind him, he gave me his coat and I put it on a hanger next to the door.
I took a record from my collection and put it on. while Gerard sit on the couch. As soon as the ambient music started, I fell by his side and stayed next to him. I laid my head on his shoulder and, with a heavy sigh, he began to bring up the subject that he wanted to “talk properly”.
- So… about the call, I've been thinking - I couldn't read his gaze this time, so I felt my stomach doing a few flips and I started to get worried again. - I know that this is gonna have to happen someday, but now?
- Well, it's a place full of fans, so I think that they'll support, Right?
I didn't move from his shoulder, so he wrapped his arm around my back. I never thought I'd be by my boyfriend's side, trying to figure out if we will or won't tell our fans that we're dating. Such a weird situation.
- If they don’t? - I’m not used to the serious tone he used. - I mean, you’re half of my age… your fans will be a bit mad with this.
- If they are real fans, they will understand that if i'm happy they have no reason to be mad. - I took a second to think of another possibility - On the other hand, reporters and gossip magazines will freak out over this, and probably the sensationalism will make our names trending topics.
He moved his head to face me, and with a shy smile, he said:
- I think you are worth the risk.
I turned my gaze to him and smiled back:
- Are you sure?
- Totally. - Gerard kissed my forehead, and his soft smile turned out that serious look again. - How will we do that?
- Well, I'll have to answer some fans' questions and always someone asks me about relationships. I could bring you to the stage and formally introduce you.
- Sounds like a plan to me.
*** time skip ***
Today is gonna be the day. I dressed up in comfortable clothes, which matched the warm weather. Gerard and I decided to go in different cars, so people will know just when we tell’em. All the event is cool, pretty cosplays and kind people everywhere. I saw Gerard in the comics section, and a kilometer line of fans, waiting to get an autograph.
On my way to the stage, I noticed that the presenter was talking with my co-star. He saw me and waved with a big smile on his face. We've worked together for eight seasons, and always had a strong friendship connection, even though our characters were each other's romantic interests.
Finally, it was time to answer the fans' questions. So we, my co-star and I, went to the stage with microphones and bottles of water then we started. The first question was about the new season, the second was over my new haircut, but the third one was exactly the question I wanted to answer.
- Hi! I’m Anna, and before asking you my question, I want to say that I'm a huge fan of both of you. I've watched your series like a hundred times. - The teen girl giggles and keeps talking. - And I also have a bunch of posters of you in my room.
- We’re happy to hear it! - He says, looking at the girl and smiling - What’s your question, Anna?
- The question is for both of you. You have so much chemistry, why don't you both try dating?
I looked at him and we laughed a bit.
- We’re good friends. - He said, trying not to be rude with the girl - But I really don’t think we’d work together, you know.
- Yeah, and I also have a boyfriend for about two years.
I took a deep breath and got the courage to move my gaze from the girl to the crowd. I saw a lot of confused faces and shocked gazes.
- Neither did I knew that! - My co-star wasn’t that different from the rest of the people there. - Can we know who this mysterious guy is?
- Guys, you really want to know? - I asked the crowd with a teasing tone. - ‘Cause he is right here backstage…
I pointed to the curtains behind me and the loud screams made me laugh. I walked through the people who take care of the sound and lighting on the stage, and found Gerard, who was looking at me with a fake confidence smile.
- You’re ready?
I standing my hand to him, he take it and after some instats he said:
- I think I'm alright.
Hand in hand, we walked back to the stage. I thought I was about to throw up, but as long as he was still with me, I'll be fine.
- NO WAY! - My co-star said with wide eyes - I mean, literally “The Way”.
We laughed, but the crowd was still very confused.
- So… guys, here’s my boyfriend, Gerard Way.
I gave a brief look to him and back to the fans, but I wasn't expecting what was coming.
Gerard turned to me and held my face with his hands. I looked up at him, knowing what he was about to do. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed, on the Comic-Con stage.
The sound of applause, along with screams and one or two isolated boos echoed throughout the event. Some camera clicks were also audible. But we didn’t mind, and kept kissing until we lost our breath.
- Now they know.
I whispered. smiling at him and a feeling similar to quickly removing a band-aid came over me. I think we can call this feeling relief.
- I think so - He smiled back and gave me a quick kiss. - What about now?
- Now we wait till tomorrow, and check our social media.
I’ll not lie, I'm really nervous about it.
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~ So... that's it. lemme know if you enjoyed ;)
Part 2
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Roomies, Ch. 3: My Brother's Best Friend
Prev - My Brother's Best Friend - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]
WC: 3028 - Rated: This chapter, G-ish - CW: vaguely suggestive
Patton, Remus, Roman, and Logan at breakfast the next morning
By the time Remus cracked open his eyes the next morning, Patton was already up, hair damp and bouncy from a shower, fully dressed with his bed made. “Damn, Patton,” he groaned, pushing back his weighted blanket and stretching. “It’s college, not boot camp.”
“Oh, yeah,” he laughed, high pitched and brittle, and looked down at his feet with a little shrug.
Fuck. Remus dragged a hand through his hair. You’re trying to not freak him out, remember?
“Guess I just got in the habit, y’know?” Patton continued, filling the silence. “Be a good role model for my campers. Oh!” He looked up, eyes wide, feet shuffling back. “I—I didn’t wake you, did I? I can—”
“Nah, man,” Remus yawned and swung his legs over to one side of the bed. “You’re good, really. Honestly, I’m impressed.”
Patton eyed him like he was waiting for a punchline so Remus just smiled and draped the blanket over his own bed, ‘making’ it. More than he would usually bother, at least. “Hey, you hungry? Dining hall’s probably open.” He looked down at his own bare chest and laughed. “I should probably throw something on first but, then we can go together?”
He scratched his shoulder, waiting for the surprise splashed over Patton’s face to morph into some kind of answer. He’d meant for the invitation to sound confident and casual but it came out… not.
“You really want—” His jaw snapped shut and he stood as tall as his cute little 5’7” frame would let him. “Sure.” He smiled after a moment, nodding. “Yeah, um, take your time and we’ll go whenever you’re ready.”
Remus was already headed to the closet and grabbing the first tank top his hand closed on. He tugged it down over his head, pulled on his jeans from yesterday then swung around, buckling the belt. “Tada!”
It earned him an almost-laugh. Patton’s eyes sparkled, and his lips twitched into a bright pink smile. “You really meant ‘throw something on.’”
“Yep.” He let his ‘p’ pop as he stuffed his morning meds and his ID in his jeans pocket, then shoved his feet into his boots. “After you?” he asked and opened the door.
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The dining hall was quiet and nearly empty when they arrived, the silence marred only by a faint murmured conversation in the far corner and the clangs and beeping timers coming from the kitchen. He shuddered, the racket reminding him of his old job at McDonald’s.
Including the two of them, there were only five students in the entire dining hall. Apparently most of the campus had not arrived fresh from summer camp with an ingrained habit of early rising. Go figure.
“I’m gonna hit the—” The word ‘lavatory’ came to mind and he shook his head. He’d definitely spent way too much time around Logan. “The can,” he finally said, jerking his thumb toward the restroom doors. “Wanna grab us a table before they’re all gone?”
“Um…” Patton scanned the mostly empty room before nodding. “Sure.”
“I’ll be right back,” he promised, turning and walking backwards toward the restrooms. “I’ll bring you a coffee!”
Patton’s mouth opened but then snapped shut again before he nodded again, scanned his ID and picked up a tray.
As soon as he was out of sight, Remus backed open the swinging door and slid into the bathroom. After using the toilet he washed up and ran wet hands through his hair, wrangling his curls into something of a style. Finally, hand cupped with water from the tap, he took three tiny yellow pills, then splashed cold water over his face. Stubble pricked his palms and he frowned. He needed a shave. Patton’s face already looked baby smooth again.
Remus chuckled. Patton really did have his whole morning thing down to a science. His stomach clenched, hunger or his meds. Or maybe just remembering Patton’s face last night. Fuck, Ro could be so blind. Had been since before high school. How he couldn’t see what was right in front of him all those years. Fucking dumba—
The restroom door swung open and a guy Remus vaguely recognized from move-in day sauntered in and gave him that weird head nod greeting. Apparently forgetting Remus could see him in the mirror, the guy’s gaze lingered on his ass as he passed. Remus grinned. That’s okay, Ro. Patton’ll find somebody who’ll appreciate him here. Plenty of pickings.
After smoothing down his mustache one more time and shoving two pieces of cinnamon gum in his mouth, Remus nodded at his own reflection. Plenty of pickings. He maybe even had some closer than he knew.
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Once Remus had left, Patton collected his food quickly and sat at a large table far from the noise of the kitchen and alongside the windows facing the path from Ro—and Logan’s— dorm. He told himself he hoped to catch them before they sat somewhere else, or to save them from having to take one of the tables closer to the hisses and alarms in the kitchen as the dining hall slowly filled.
In a moment of honesty, though, Patton admitted to himself he was a little afraid Ro and Logan might accidentally-on-purpose not notice him when they did finally arrive. Ro was a devoted friend and he would likely be an even more devoted boyfriend. The Logan Patton remembered from school had been confident, even a little arrogant. This Logan was crushed and Ro’s tender heart felt responsible. Patton couldn't blame him if Logan pulled his attention away from anything—anyone—else.
Patton’s phone was heavy in his pocket. The only thing stopping him from double—okay, triple-texting Ro—and telling him he’d saved a seat for them at his table was last night’s Really Obviously Muscular And Nice 👑 has turned off notifications message and Patton's unread good morning text.
He took his time sprinkling pepper and salt on his eggs before taking tiny, slow bites. After a few long minutes, he spotted them in the distance, hands locked together and walking close. Patton couldn’t help but smile at Ro’s familiar stride, his excited movements, waving his arm about as he talked. Patton watched as Ro curled his other arm around Logan’s waist and pointed out the late summer blooms still clinging to the pine trees, then the bulletin board outside the dining hall, already plastered with student club announcements.
He waited for them to get closer, then rose from his chair, waving both arms when Logan seemed to notice him through the glass. Warmth filled his chest when Ro followed Logan’s gaze and waved back.
This was going to be okay. It was all going to be okay.
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”Good morning, you two!” Patton grinned when Ro set down his tray and gave him a little half hug before taking the empty seat next to Logan.
“Have you been here long?” Ro asked, frowning as he looked around the still mostly-empty dining hall. “Alone?” he added before pursing his lips like he had more to say.
Patton shrugged. “Not alone, Remus is here, just…”
“Couldn’t get away?” Roman frowned again and cut into his omelet. “You know, if you need me to have another talk with him about boundaries, I will.”
Logan was quiet, watching them talk.
“I—I don’t…” Patton shook his head and smiled. “Thank you, Ro, but I don’t think it will be necessary.”
“Pat, you don’t have to try to protect him.” Ro leaned closer, searching his eyes. “He’s my brother. Trust me, I know what he can be like.”
Patton poked at his breakfast. Remus hadn’t been that bad. He’d even… Patton bit back a smile, remembering when Remus had tried to help Patton with his personal items, eyes closed and fumbling with the dresser and a stack of boxer shorts. Was he wrong to think it’d been kinda funny? “He’s been okay,” he said at last, nodding. “Really.”
Ro opened his mouth but before he could continue his argument, Logan nudged his plate closer to him. “What do you think of your omelet?” he said pointedly, holding his gaze. “You should try it while it’s still warm.”
”Okay, okay,” Ro said, laughing. “I can take a hint.”
“Purportedly,” Logan said not-quite under his breath and Patton tried to hide his laugh behind a napkin.
Logan met Roman's pretend glare with his own before sipping his coffee. ”I must admit I was wrong to believe the stories of college dorm food. The offerings here appear fresh and reasonably healthy-” He cringed at the loud and protracted swooshing sound of canned whipped cream. “With some exceptions, of course.”
Roman laughed, “You should see what ten year olds do when get to put whatever they want on their pancakes. Remember my tenth birthday party?” he grinned at Patton across the table.
”That was one time!” Patton laughed. “And, for the record, ice cream on pancakes isn’t bad until it starts to melt.”
“That’s when it looks like a horror show,” Roman said, mostly to Logan.
Contemplating his own eggs, Logan hummed and took a bite. “There is an element of body horror in many of the foods we consume each morning.”
“Now you’re sounding like my brother,” Ro laughed.
Eyebrow raised, Logan turned to Ro. He nearly smiled. “Indeed.”
Ro laughed again and kissed his cheek before he looked at Patton. “Okay, since Lo brought up the body horror," he flashed Logan a smile when he sighed and made a 'go ahead' motion with his other hand. "I still don't understand how you ended up rooming with Remus.” He reached across the table and gave his hand a little squeeze. “Pat, you can tell us for real… how is it going? It’s not too late to get another room change, you know. Your parents could call the Housing Office if the RAs won’t listen to you.”
Ro's hand was warm but he let go entirely too quickly. “I…" Patton shook his head. "I… I don’t need to… An—and—and besides, Remus is fine. He’s been…” Aside from increasingly inappropriate—and ridiculous—guesses about what he’d brought in his little blue bag, Remus didn’t once try to find out what was actually inside while he’d helped him unpack. He hadn’t even touched it.
“He’s been great, actually.” Patton tried not to sound so surprised. “You know, he’s really—”
“Hey, these guys bothering you?” Remus suddenly said from behind him, setting down a tray heavy with two mugs, a pile of fruit, oatmeal and yogurt. A plate of toasted bagels and jellies teetered on top and Remus set that in the middle of their table before sitting next to him. “Don’t want Ro getting hangry on us, do we?” he winked at his brother who scowled back.
“Your company is a pleasure, as always, Re,” Ro murmured, his raised eyebrow and pursed lips saying just how much he meant it. “When we found dear Patton here dining alone we assumed you’d abandoned him for some tryst in the hallway.”
Remus threw his head back, laughing. “Nah, you woulda heard me. ‘I’m quite the screamer.’”
Logan looked up from his coffee, eyes narrowed. “Doctor Who reference?“ Remus nodded at him, his smile two shades brighter. “Fantastic,” he murmured and took another sip.
“Don’t encourage him,” Ro whispered.
“I told you he said he’d come back,” Patton said but Ro just rolled his eyes and shifted his chair a little closer to Logan.
“I sure did.” Remus took one of the steaming mugs and set it next to Patton's plate along with a little handful of creamers and sugar packets. “You like it light and sweet, right?”
“I do, but when did…” He wracked his brain, trying to remember when he might’ve told Remus how he took his coffee. He’d only started drinking it senior year and only at— “Oh, the sleepover!” he grinned up at Ro. “We stayed up all night after Homecoming.”
“That is most unhealthy,” Logan said, frowning lightly at Ro.
“Do not worry, mi amor,” Ro soothed, wrapping an arm around Logan’s shoulders before jerking his chin up at Patton. “I didn’t stay up all night, he did.”
Patton shrugged and he hoped no-one else noticed the heat crawling up his face. “I’d never had coffee before. That first cup was…” The memory of the bitter coat on his tongue made his nose scrunch and he shook his head. “It was not good.”
“It’s better with a little something in it,” Remus laughed, plunking two creamers into his own cup.
“It was,” Patton said, nodding with a little laugh. “So much better I had three cups. Don’t worry—” he said when Logan’s eyes widened. “I drink a lot less now.”
“Hm.” Logan’s grunt seemed to end the subject but he eyed the three of them like he half-expected one of them to guzzle an entire pot. Roman leaned close and whispered something in his ear. Whatever he said seemed to mollify him and when a flush grew over Ro's face at Logan's too-quiet-to-hear response, Patton returned his attention to his own coffee.
Remus coughed, loudly, and the couple stopped whispering. Logan cleared his throat and took another bite of his breakfast while Ro snagged one of the bagels Remus had brought. “Your tattoo appears to be healing adequately,” Logan remarked, eyebrows raised over the top of his glasses. “Perhaps your experience with your first tattoo impressed upon you the importance of proper aftercare?”
“Oh, you know I never skimp on aftercare.” Remus chuckled, some inside joke pulling a half-laugh from Logan. Ro got the joke but didn’t like it, glaring at his brother for a long moment before spearing a bit of omelet. Still grinning, Remus turned to Patton. “Yeah, it hurt like a bitch. I didn’t use the lotion they gave me and… whew,” he whistled. “That was too much even for me.” He craned his neck to and looked at the edge of his shoulder. The rainbow-hued jellyfish peeking out from around his tank top already a lot less red than it had been yesterday afternoon. “It's looking better already and hurts a fuckton less.”
“Remus…" Guilt fluttered in Patton’s belly and he looked more closely at the sore skin around Remus' new tattoo. He hadn’t thought the redness meant it hurt, just— "Is that why you slept with your shirt off?”
“Re!” Leaning across the table and glaring at his brother, Ro sounded outraged. “You paraded around in the nude in front of my friend? You promised me you’d—”
“Excuse you, I paraded around my roommate!” Remus shot Patton a quizzical look before his glare returned and he stared down his brother. “And no, I wasn’t nude.”
The image of Remus hurrying to get dressed that morning, squid-decorated boxers dancing with his movement, came unbidden to Patton’s mind and he dumped another sugar into his coffee and stirred.
“Fine,” Ro snapped, pointing to his own eyes and then at Remus before sitting back, arms crossed over his chest. Logan stroked his arm until he relaxed, smiling back at him with a soft blush.
“Anywhoo…” Remus bumped Patton’s shoulder and grinned when he looked up. His smile was wild as usual, practically vibrating with energy. Remus’ eyes, though, were serious and met his for a long moment, searching for something. He seemed to find whatever he was looking for because his smile softened and he nodded before giving him a little wink and addressing the table. “I’ve been thinking about the design for my next tattoo. Maybe a little something in a more… personal place?” He waggled his eyebrows, watching Ro and Logan’s expressions, clearly waiting for one of them to take the bait.
Patton bit back an inappropriate laugh and tried to hide his smile behind his coffee. Remus wasn’t suggesting what it sounded like, was he?
“You know…” He shimmied his shoulders. “Something a little glans-dular?”
Logan’s fork dropped to his plate and he sighed. “Roman, please share with your brother the inadvisability of tattooing one’s genitals.”
“Aw, come on…” Remus whined like he was pleading for a puppy from strict parents. “You don’t think I should get a little happy face tattooed on my happy place?”
“No!” Ro and Logan said in unison. Turning to look at him, Remus waggled his eyebrows and winked.
Patton lowered his eyes, face hot. He caught sight of the sausage links on his plate and the charred bit at one end suddenly made his stomach turn. “Um, Remus, you can have these if you want.”
“Mmm, while I’d never say no to a bite of your—” he started to laugh then stopped when the table shuddered. Patton caught movement underneath and spied Ro’s heel pressed into his brother’s boot.
He flashed Ro a grateful smile.
“Remus does not consume meat,” Logan said. He ignored the brothers’ partially hidden wrestling and instead spread raspberry jam on one of the bagels Remus had brought.
“You’re a vegetarian?” Patton blurted out before he could stop himself, mouth agape as he stared at Remus.
“Well, yeah,” Remus said, shrugging. Was he… blushing?
He took a closer look at the food Remus had brought to the table. The bagels… An apple and an orange, a big bowl of yogurt sprinkled with nuts and little black chia seeds, coffee—well, coffees , he’d made good on his promise to bring him a coffee, too.
Patton frowned. How had he never noticed before? Remus had come along a few times when he and Ro had gone for pizza or chinese or whatever but Patton couldn’t remember noticing whether or not he ate what they did. He couldn’t actually remember noticing much of what Remus did, aside from his dirty jokes or his loud music. Or his bullying of the bullies.
“Guess I read Charlotte’s Web a few too many times as a kid, huh?”
Patton looked up and Remus was watching him with unexpectedly soft expression, an almost shy smile replacing his earlier smirk. He’d twisted a napkin around his finger, wrapping and unwrapping it as he waited for Patton to say something.
“I dunno…” Patton’s frown shifted into a matching smile and this time he shrugged. “Maybe you read it just the right number of times.”
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Time for a chandsaw oneshot to add to the collection!
The taste of drain cleaner hit her tongue before Heather realized what was happening. This was no prairie oyster, but a liquid death. She choked immediately, trying to expel it. A hand that wasn’t hers shoved its way past her lips. Fingers down her throat. Veronica? She gagged and gagged. How long can a person go without breathing? The next thing she knew, she was retching and finally ejecting that horrible drain cleaner.
“T-that’s it Heather, get it all out…” Had Veronica been crying? “I’m so sorry. He tricked me. I never, ever wanted to hurt you.”
Heather threw up on her own this time. The taste was even worse coming back up. It was startling to see so much blue. How much had she consumed? Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. Veronica was kneeling in front of her. The phone was sitting off the hook. She must have called 911.
At the hospital, doctors frantically ran about and provided treatment. There were second degree burns inside her throat. They said she was lucky to be alive. Veronica was frantic to explain that it was a freak accident. There was a mixup in the kitchen. Heather had never seen the girl have so many panic attacks in a row. And yet she could do nothing. It wasn’t until several days later that she got the full story of what had been done. And really, she knew JD was bad news but how dare Veronica try to undermine her and take power for herself? If her guilt wasn’t so genuine she would plot revenge against the girl too. But for now, ending JD was a good enough goal. As punishment, Veronica would have to help.
“Anything! I’ll do anything!” Veronica was so quick to agree. She hadn’t left her side since she was admitted, missing school. That was unheard of. Heather tried to speak, but it still hurt too much. Instead she had to write out what she wanted to say. She handed the note over.
“Yeah, I can help come up with a plan. Hey uh, Heather and Heather wanna stop by today to see how you’re doing if you’re up for that. What should we tell them?”
Heather glared and shook her head. Too embarrassing to give all the details. “Okay! I’ll just give them the same story I gave your parents. I promise, JD will get what he deserves. Just hang in there.” Veronica squeezed her hand and walked off for a moment. She was doing that a lot. Touching her, then isolating herself.
Heather and Heather visiting was a drag. McNamara just played twenty questions with a doctor. Duke spent half the time in front of a mirror, not even fully present. Veronica was the only one that actually seemed to want to be here. After half an hour, the pair left, and Heather was just relieved. It was less lonely to be alone with Veronica. Where was she, anyway?
“V…” Once again, her voice died in her throat. She’d get it back if it was the last act of her short life. She wandered towards the bathroom and saw the door was shut. On the other side of the door, she could hear panicked sobbing. Heather knocked.
“I-I’m fine.” The worst lying she’d ever heard. And she heard bad lies before. But she wasn’t trying to lie.
“Let-“ Heather burst into a round of wheezing and coughing. “P-pl-“
“Okay. Okay. Please don’t…don’t strain yourself.”
She opened the door. Her eyes were red, wet, and swollen. Her makeup was completely smeared. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I can’t make the…guilt…go away. I was just so angry. I fucking slept with JD and said I was done with you. He took it too far.”
Heather could only nod in response. She hated not having her voice yet. There was a lot she wanted to say about JD.
“I know you’ll probably never forgive me. I’ll do whatever it takes to bring him down. And I promise, I won’t let a boy sweep me off my feet like that ever again. I can’t be trusted.” Heather raised an eyebrow. Veronica was really talking down on herself about this. It must be destroying her. It was then she wondered, when was the last time this girl had even slept?
“Well anyway. Enough about me. They’re gonna take a look at you tomorrow and if you’re able to talk by then, you can go home.”
Thankfully, things looked far better in the morning. Although she was still on the mend, doctors were stunned when Heather was capable of saying a few words at a time already. Her recovery was praised in the whole wing as she was sent home with Veronica. Her parents had found an excuse to be out of town…in other words, not deal with the embarrassment.
Back in her room where it all happened. Heather saw the blue stain on the carpet and nearly cringed. While Veronica religiously started to scrub at it, she noticed a couple things out of place. Her copy of The Bell Jar sat on her bed instead of the nightstand. And there was a crumpled paper with some pencils on the floor. She cast a glance at the brunette who was still cleaning.
“My book.” She couldn’t say much more to clarify what she meant, but Veronica followed her gaze and got the point.
“That must’ve been what JD was doing…he was convinced you’d die and wanted to stage something. Obviously, I didn’t listen to him.”
For the first time, Heather was afraid of JD.
“I know. I didn’t want that either. I was lucky to even be able to save you at all, really.” Two more words came to mind. Something she thought she would never say.
“Thank you.”
The blush in Veronica’s cheeks gave her new life. And so they spent the afternoon together, cleaning and plotting the demise of Jason Dean.
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The PhotoShoot
Something I wrote a few months ago but I’m not gonna finish it so I might as well post it :P
Summary: Niki will do any photoshoot as long as he gets paid, but he can’t lie seeing Remy like this was cathartic
Niki POV, Wren x Remy, humiliation, incomplete
Niki just wanted to do his job. It kept the heat off him. And yes, it was almost unbearable to look Remy’s victims in the eyes as they put on whatever deranged show the man desired, but that’s what he had to do to get by. At the end of the day, a contract was a contract. He repressed any emotion as much as possible during those shoots.
But he couldn’t lie, seeing Remy like this did give him a sadistic sort of vindication. He almost teased him, but held his tongue. Watching Remy try to pull down the cow-print skirt while desperately looking anywhere but him was enough.
A cow-print tube top, skirt, and thigh highs. Even a bell collar. They had really committed to the look. The man accompanying him, Wren, in a crimson tailored suit laughed when he noticed.
“I was tempted to keep him all to myself, but you know a bet’s a bet.” He winked at him.
“I really want to get my money's worth for these pictures, so if he needs any directions give them to him. But once he gets into it he probably won’t need any encouragement.” Wren laughed. Obviously the humiliation was the point, but he just nodded demurely. If he antagonized Remy now, he’d have to pay for it later.
Though, Wren could trust his five thousand dollars were well spent. He did wonder what kind of bet it would take for Remy to debase himself on camera.
“Shut-up!” Remy snapped back at Wren, who just laughed.
“Now Remy, you know cows can’t talk.” He laughed, before grabbing Remy by his hair. “What do cows say?” He asked, an edge to his voice. Visibly shaken Remy squeaked out a moo. And Wren released him.
So even someone like Remy could find themselves at the bottom of some fucked up hierarchy. It was a tantalizing fantasy, to be the one holding the leash for once, but just as quickly as it consumed him he repressed it. It was time for business after all.
“Ok, Mr. Wren-“
“Wren is fine Niki.” The way he said his name had the promise of a bet in it. He refocused and cleared his throat before continuing.
“Wren, you requested solo and couples shots right? Will there be several outfits or just this one? And will you be his partner for today?”
“Just one outfit and me today. My little cow can take the biggest bulls, but I want to keep him all to myself today.”
“Wren!” Remy spoke up again, sounding scandalized. Wren grabbed him by the waist and methodologically spanked him ten times before muttering.
“What do cows say? I wouldn’t want these photos to end up circulating. But my fingers might slip if I have to keep repeating myself.” Remy immediately pressed himself against Wren like he was begging, moos shooting out of his mouth in desperation. Wren’s smile once Remy broke unsettled him. But it seemed he was placated for now.
“Like I was saying, this little cow can’t produce very much milk but he always does his best to make the real bulls feel good. Can’t keep himself off of them. So we made him an official position and we wanna show what kind of services he has to offer.” So it was a roleplay thing too. He could work with that.
“Well sir, I have some wonderful poses that will really help your adverts pop. All the studs will know exactly who to go to once I’m done.” When he realized that he was playing along with him, Wren smiled at him and he tried to ignore how it made him feel.
He grabbed Remy and brought him over to the posing station. Model shots were always a good way to start. He made him kneel and look up like he was ready to give some oral service. It would have been quite appealing if he wasn’t staring at him with all the hatred he could muster. Well maybe Wren would like the bratty look, who knew with these freaks. He snapped some shots with him posed like that, making small adjustments and movements.
“If you’re gonna glare, pout. That lip gloss you're wearing really makes your lips pop darling.” He’d defaulted to model mode, but it seemed Remy didn’t take offense. He looked behind him questioningly before pouting for him. So Remy was going to be agreeable, this changed everything. Once those shots were completed he told him to stand.
“Alright, bend a little bit and stick your butt out. You service bulls with both ends right? We gotta show off all your assets.” Remy bent a little, but not enough to really give him the look he was going for. Wren jeered from the sidelines.
“‘C’mon show Niki your panties! You have them on right?” Wren said. Despite his casual demeanor, he could hear threatening undertones. He heard a whiny moo before Remy turned around to show him his butt and lifted his skirt. And to his surprise cow-print panties greeted him. He snapped a few pictures. Remy wriggled his butt, but for whose benefit he wasn’t sure.
The tinkle of the cow bell seemed almost hypnotic. Once those shots were taken, he took them to Wren for inspection. His gaze grew hungrier the more he looked and when he made it to the panty shots he licked his lips.
“Next time I’ll get some nude solo shots, you're amazing.” He sounded almost reverent. It wasn’t the first time a customer had had this reaction, but it was certainly the first time he’d reacted to it. He tried to move forward casually.
“Alright now that we’ve got those photos, we can move onto the couples photos. I’ve got some poses in mind, but feel free to give me any guidance.”
“I just want him on my lap, you can pose us however you want.” Wren said eagerly. He pointed them towards the prop couch
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Hi arttttt❤️🫶❤️🫶❤️🫶
How are youuuu??? I missed you sm😭❤️😭❤️
How have you been omg!!! I feel like I missed on a lot of stuff lol
I LOVED THE NEW DRABBLE😭 it’s so fucking cute ahh jungkook and oc are the cutest!!!
AND???? THE END ??!??!??!!!!! ART???
What the fuck is going on!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I am so excited for whatever that beautiful mind of yours will bring next!!
I’ve been busy with uni (when am I never busy with uni smh) and I finish this long ass term on the 28th of December ugh I’m so excited to just be done with these 6 courses that I am taking.
As for the year-end survey I’m going to answer the questions (even if they’re a bit hard😠)
what is your favorite/s from the drabbles i've put out this year (second in which collection)?
I’ll give you my top 5 drabbles from this collection:
1. in which jungkook wants you all to himself (and bam) and you buy him flowers
This one never fails to make me smile
2. in which jungkook is giving up on you but you have so much love left to give
This one^ killed me but I love it
3. in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.
I read this like 1000 times I love it so much
4. in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either.
This one made me giggle and kick my feet
5. in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are.
me 🤝 oc
themes, lines, paragraphs, or scenes that stood out to you?
art i’m not gonna lie to you these type of questions are the ones that I get on my exams 😭
For the themes ? Idk I just like soft fluffy things 🫶 so soft it makes me wanna throw up
and I like angst (ONLY SOMETIMES PLEASE)
I think this line from in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are. is cute
“aigoo, why are you so messy?“
for scenes I think this one is funny
“ow- ouch- baby! what the hell? what was that for?”
with doe eyes struck by headlights, he gapes at you in surprise as he rubs his poor shoulder that was slapped without warning.
and if it is not too much to ask- who is your favorite character, oc or jungkook?
Not answering because I love them both DONT TRY ME😠
which year/s would you like to see more of from 2017 to 2023?
I really dont mind anything! But I feel like 2019 jungkook is just ❤️🔥 and 2022 too oof.
and which season (spring/summer/autumn/winter)?
I’m a winter girlie so obvi winter
I think that’s all of the questions! I had fun answering them haha (even though they reminded me of my literary criticism course 🥲) I am so excited for what the new year is going to bring!! I love you art I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a happy new year!!!! I hope that 2024 will be an amazing year for you!
Love, 🥨
PRETZEL ANONIE MY BABY LOVE I MISSED UUUU SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺
i’ve been doing much better since my break from school started !!! i really needed this for the sake of my sanity. hehe this is why i love the holiday season :P
AND THE NEW DRABBLE YESYESYHDJSHDFJJD IHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT 🤭
as for the ending… no comment for now bcs it’s so fun seeing y’all freak out <3
goodluck with the rest of your term plssss don’t forget to take care and enjoy your well deserved break after 🥰
OOP YOU SAW THE SURVEY
your top 5 i loveeeee 🥹 also you’re so real for the #5 i think this is the first answer it was mentioned. i’m blushing and giggling just thinking about it rn likejsjdhsjdf
i had to search for which drabble is the scene with the ouch and IM LAUGHINGDHDHFH I FORGOT ABT THE LIP PIERCING DRABBLE. oc’s humor >>>
Not answering because I love them both DONT TRY ME😠
i’m sorry for my fault 😞 i bow my head down again
I had fun answering them haha (even though they reminded me of my literary criticism course 🥲)
this is so funny i’m sorrydhdhsjdhjshf 😭😭😭 i’m a literature girlie through and through i fear. but fr thank youuuu so much for answering i had fun reading your answers too :") hehe you made me smile a lot. i love you sm and i hope 2024 treats you well and brings you an abudance of everything nice in life 🩷 happy holidays!!!! please eat lots of yummy food too hehe :")
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If I Love You Too Much, I’m Sorry
Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Summary: I got the idea from Russell Dickerson's song “Sorry”. Chris expresses his feelings for you via karaoke.
Warnings: RPF. Use of pet names. Cursing. Smut, Oral (M & F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)
You'd met your boyfriend purely by chance. Your friends had dragged you out to a karaoke bar one night and he happened to be there with some of his own friends.
You were slightly embarrassed to say that you didn't even notice him until he got up on stage to sing a song. The moment you heard him speak, you recognized his Boston accent.
"Tell me that's not Chris Evans," you whispered to your best friend, Andi.
She turned towards the stage, eyes widening. "That is one hundred percent Chris Evans."
"What the hell is he doing in a karaoke bar in the middle of the week?" you hissed.
She laughed and shrugged. "Girl, everyone loves a good karaoke night. Even famous people."
One of your other friends rushed over to your table with a couple drinks. "Dude, did you see Chris freaking Evans? He's on stage!"
"Yeah, Nic, we saw him," you said. "Hard to miss the hot guy singing freaking Led Zeppelin."
"Who picks a Led Zeppelin song for karaoke?" Cole asked in annoyance.
You chuckled. "Apparently Chris Evans does."
Cole rolled his eyes. "Straight guys are so weird." He took a long drink. "At least he's pretty."
You bit your lip as you turned to look over at him. "Pretty is not the word I'd use," you mumbled.
Andi smacked your arm and you laughed.
"Okay, so you're getting up there next, right?" Nic teased you.
"Absolutely not."
"Why not?! You always sing karaoke."
"Not when Chris Evans might see me. No way in hell."
"Oh come on," Andi said with a grin. "Maybe he'll fall in love with you after he hears you sing."
You threw a napkin at her and she giggled.
"One of you can get up there and sing instead. I'm gonna get another drink."
You crossed the room to the bar, not really noticing that the song had changed. You ordered your drink and patiently waited for the bartender to make it. He handed you the drink with a smile and you grabbed it with a thanks. You turned around, not really paying much attention, and ran directly into a firm, broad chest, spilling your drink all over yourself and him.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry," you said quickly, before looking up at the man you'd run into.
"It's alright, I kinda ran into you."
That thick Boston accent would have told you exactly who he was even if you hadn't been staring into his blue eyes.
You gulped, mouth suddenly dry.
He smiled at you warmly, taking you in slowly, eyes trailing over you before making their way back to your face. "How 'bout I buy you another one?"
"You--you wanna buy me a drink?" you squeaked.
He laughed. "Yeah, if you'll let me."
You nodded rapidly. "Sure."
He placed his hand on your hip to gently slide you over so he could get to the bar. Your whole body lit up, sparks igniting every nerve ending. You cleared your throat, trying desperately to be normal again.
Chris ordered you another drink before turning to address you again. He put his hand out to shake yours and said, "I'm Chris."
You shook his hand and mumbled, "I know."
He laughed, smile widening.
"Sorry--I don't mean to be awkward," you fumbled. "It's not every day you meet Chris Evans."
"Don't worry about it. Just think of me like a normal guy, buying a pretty girl a drink."
"I can work with that," you said with a smile, trying not to die when he called you 'pretty'. "I--uh, I'm (Y/N)."
"(Y/N)," he said your name as if he was tasting it. "Beautiful name."
"Thanks," you said, face heating up as a blush creeped into your cheeks.
Thankfully, the bartender finished your drink, handing it to Chris. He turned to you and handed you the drink. "Would you like to sit with me? I'd love to chat with you."
You gave him a smile you hoped looked normal. "I'd love to."
He put his hand on your lower back and gently guided you to a small table at the back of the room where it was quieter.
The two of you stayed and talked for hours, about everything and anything. You were surprised by how down-to-earth he was and you found yourself feeling incredibly comfortable with him.
You were still talking when last call went out. Chris looked surprised and you glanced around the mostly-empty bar, noticing your friends had left you.
"I didn't realize it was so late," he said.
"Yeah, my friends already left."
He glanced around. "Mine too. Can I get you a ride home?"
"Oh, thanks, but I actually live a couple blocks away. I'll just walk."
"At this time of night? Absolutely not."
Surprise lit up your face. "I do it all the time."
"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you walk home by yourself?"
You raised your eyebrows. "Are you offering to walk me home?"
He stood up and reached out to help you up. "I am, indeed."
You laughed and slid your hand into his, letting him pull you out of your chair.
"Let me just go pay the tab," he said.
"Oh, I have to pay mine too."
"I've got it," he insisted.
"You don't have to--"
He waved you off. "Please let me. My mama raised me right."
You chuckled. "Alright, if you insist."
"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."
You watched as he walked away, disbelief suddenly sinking in. You'd spent hours talking to Chris and now he was paying your tab and walking you home. What the hell is happening with your life?
"Ready?"
You smiled at him. "Absolutely."
"Lead the way, beautiful."
You couldn't help the soft sound that left your lips, but you hoped he hadn't heard you.
It was a beautiful night and the walk only took about 15 minutes. When you reached your apartment, you stopped and turned to him. "This is me."
He looked a little sad, as if he didn't want the night to end. "I have to say, I haven't enjoyed myself this much in a long time."
"Neither have I," you said honestly.
"Could--could I maybe call you?"
Surprise lit up your face for what had to be the millionth time that night. "You--you wanna call me?"
He smiled warmly. "Yeah, if you're okay with it."
"I'd love that, actually."
He took out his phone and handed it to you so you could put your number in. When you handed it back, he slid it into his pocket and took a step towards you.
You froze, allowing him to stop within an inch of touching you. He looked down at you and your eyes met his. You desperately wanted him to kiss you, but you weren't about to beg him for it.
He leaned down, pressing his lips gently to yours, taking your breath away with a soft kiss. You leaned into him, hands sliding around his neck to pull him closer.
The kiss was incredible, but so much shorter than you would have liked. When Chris separated his lips from yours, you let out a soft whimper at the loss of contact. He didn't step back and his hands didn't leave your face.
You heard yourself whisper, "Would you like to come in?"
He smiled at you, warm eyes filled with desire. "I would like that very much."
He followed you into your building and up to your apartment. The moment you were inside, he pulled you against him, lips attaching themselves to yours once more.
You weren't even sure how you made it to the bedroom, let alone how you'd lost every piece of clothing either of you had been wearing along the way.
To say the sex was incredible would be an understatement. It was, without a doubt, the best sex of your life. Chris pulled you into him afterwards and you fell asleep almost instantly.
When you woke up the next morning, you were surprised to feel an arm draped across your midsection. You turned your head and saw Chris sound asleep beside you, arm holding you tightly. You smiled at the sight, heart warming as you watched him sleep.
"You're staring, beautiful," he murmured softly.
"Sorry," you said sheepishly. "I thought you were still asleep."
"I was until you started staring into my soul," he teased, blue eyes opening to take you in.
You suddenly felt self-conscious, knowing you probably looked like a hot mess after everything that had happened the night before.
"You're so beautiful," he said reverently, reaching up to tuck a hair behind your ear.
You blushed. "Thank you."
You glanced over at the clock and gasped. "Shit! I'm gonna be late for work." You scrambled out of bed and ran to the attached bathroom.
"Sorry about that, sweets," Chris said, getting out of the bed and following you into the bathroom. "You're more than welcome to blame me for your lateness."
You laughed. "I just might." You turned on the shower and looked over at him. "Wanna shower with me real quick?"
"You don't have to ask twice."
What had begun as a night out with friends had magically turned into one of the best nights of your life and the beginning of something truly amazing.
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Six months later, you were back in the same karaoke bar on a Saturday night with your friends and Chris, whom you'd been secretly dating since that first night.
Well, it wasn't entirely a secret. Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but it hadn't been made public yet. You and Chris had been very careful to keep it as private as possible, for your sake more than anything. He didn't like the idea of people invading your personal life just because you were dating him.
You'd begun asking him about making the relationship public a few weeks ago. You were willing to sacrifice your privacy if it meant being truly with him. It hadn't been very long, but you both already knew that this was going to be a long-term thing. You couldn't keep living like this and you knew it was taking a toll on him as well.
Your best friend, Andi, had suggested getting together at the karaoke bar you and Chris had met at. In her estimation, it was past time for the two of you to be together in public. Much to your surprise, Chris agreed.
You were all sitting comfortably at a table towards the back of the bar, relaxing and chatting. Your friends were talking about some nonsense and you turned to look at Chris. He was completely engaged in the conversation, nodding and laughing along with your friends' antics.
It warmed your heart to see him so happy and engaged with the people you loved. He was always so sweet and good with them, just like he was with you. You loved him so much, but you hadn't been completely comfortable admitting it to him just yet. It's like that old saying, 'when you know, you know'; and you sure as hell knew.
"Babe," Chris said again, waving his hand in front of your face.
"Hmm?" you hummed, shaking your head to clear it.
"Where was that pretty little head at?" he asked lightly.
"I was just thinking...nothing important."
He clearly didn't believe you, but he let it go. "I'm gonna go sign up to sing. Wanna come with me?"
"Oh lord. I think I'm going to decline tonight."
He shook his head. "You're missing out," he teased as he got up and headed to the other side of the bar.
"Hey," Andi said as she elbowed you gently. "What's up with you tonight?"
You shrugged. "My mind is somewhere else, that's all. But I'm okay, I promise."
Her eyes narrowed as she took you in, but her expression softened as she clearly decided to believe you. "He's really great, you know."
"I know," you smiled as you looked across the room at him.
"Oh I know that face."
"What face?"
"The one you're making, (Y/N)."
"I'm not making a face."
She raised an eyebrow. "Mhm. Sure." She leaned in closer and whispered, "You love him."
Your eyes widened and your head whipped in her direction. "Shh!"
"I whispered it!" she insisted. "Tell me I'm wrong."
"You're not wrong," you mumbled.
"Have you told him?"
"Not yet."
"You have to!" she insisted.
"You love 'love' a little too much," you teased.
"I know," she said dreamily. "I just love seeing you so happy, babe."
You leaned against her. "I really am happy."
She wrapped you in a tight hug. "Love you."
"Love you too, weirdo."
Chris made his way back to the table. "I'm up in two songs."
"What did you pick to sing?" you asked.
"It's a surprise," he said with a wink.
"As long as it's not WAP or something like that," Cole said dryly.
Everyone laughed.
"I would pay to hear you sing that," you said, laughing loudly.
"I promise it's not that," Chris insisted, still giggling.
The conversation drifted to other topics and you were engrossed in it. So much so, that you missed Chris getting up to go to the stage.
"Hey, everyone," he said into the mic.
You turned your head to look in the direction of the stage at the sound of Chris's voice.
"This song goes out to someone very special to me."
"Aww," Andi whispered.
"Shut up," you said lightly.
The first notes of the song started and your breath caught in your chest. It was a newer song, but Chris had been walking around his house and yours singing it for weeks.
Girl I wanted to apologize
For the way I've been acting lately
I been doing all kinda things
I probably just drive you crazy.
Gotta get it off my chest
Oh, and it just can't wait
It's something I ain't told you yet,
Baby, I just gotta say
Your heart was thumping in your chest loudly enough that you were certain your friends could hear it over the music. You knew every word to this song since Chris loved it so much.
Girl, I'm sorry for kissing you in front of everybody
For saying that we should leave the party
Soon as we walk in it
Have you outta that dress in a minute.
You hate it when I say it
You're so beautiful you oughta be famous
My bad.
Go ahead, you can blame it on me
If I love you too much, I'm sorry.
You couldn't breathe. For the first time since he first started singing this song, you let the words fully sink in. Your only thought was 'Is he saying that to me?'
Your friends were looking over at you to gauge your reaction, but you couldn't take your eyes off the man on stage. His gaze rested on you as he sang and you could hear the emotion in his voice. An emotion you couldn't quite place...or maybe just too afraid to.
Sorry for coming home early
When I was out with the boys downtown,
But there ain't nothing I'd rather do
Than come home and lay you down.
'Cause, baby, you're so perfect
I can't get you off my mind
So if I miss you
Gotta kiss you like a thousand times.
Andi leaned over to you. "Has he ever told you he loves you?"
You just shook your head.
"Well, I think he just did," she whispered.
Oh, I'm sorry for kissing you in front of everybody
For saying that we should leave the party
Soon as we walk in it
Have you outta that dress in a minute.
You hate it when I say it
You're so beautiful you oughta be famous
My bad.
Go ahead, you can blame it on me
If I love you too much, I'm sorry.
Other people in the bar had started looking in your direction, following the direction of Chris's gaze. Normally that would bother you, but in this moment, you couldn't get yourself to care. All you could think about was the way he was looking at you, mixed with the words coming out of his mouth.
'Cause I want you
And I need you
If I tell you too much
Then I just gotta say it
I'm sorry, mmm, I'm sorry.
Your body was reacting to his voice in the way it always did and you wanted him badly, more than you could recall ever wanting him before. You knew the song was coming to an end and you couldn't help but sing along to the last chorus.
I'm sorry for kissing you in front of everybody
For saying that we should leave the party
Soon as we walk in it
Have you outta that dress in a minute.
You hate it when I say it
You're so beautiful you oughta be famous
My bad.
Go ahead, you can blame it on me
If I love you too much, I'm sorry.
"You okay, girl?" Andi asked as Chris finished up the song.
"I think so," you said softly.
She squeezed your hand and you watched as Chris walked off the stage and started coming towards you. Several people's gazes followed him, trying to see exactly where he was going, and more importantly, who he was going to.
When he reached you, he didn't even hesitate. He leaned down and kissed you deeply in front of your friends and a room full of strangers. Your friends started whooping and other people in the bar clapped.
He pulled away from you, expression unreadable. "Wanna get outta here, baby?" he whispered in your ear.
"Please," you whimpered. You blushed, embarrassed by the pleading tone of your voice.
He pulled you out of your chair and practically dragged you towards the door. You gave Andi a look and she grinned ear to ear, waving at you as your boyfriend pulled you away.
He pulled out his phone as soon as you got outside and started typing.
"Baby? What are you doing?"
"Calling an Uber."
"Why? It's a 15 minute walk."
He turned to look at you with a hungry look. His pupils were lust-blown and you finally took the time to notice the desire literally oozing from his pores. "I'm not going to make it that long," he practically growled.
Warmth flooded your core at his tone, coupled with the way he was looking at you. You were lost for words, so you just nodded at him.
He squeezed your hand as you waited for the Uber, and thankfully you didn't have to wait long. You found yourself in front of your apartment door less than 5 minutes later.
Your hands were shaking slightly as you tried to unlock the door. You could feel his erection against your lower back as he pressed against you.
"Baby, unlock that door a little faster or I'm going to kick it down," he said, breathing heavily in your ear from behind you.
"I'm trying, but you're not making this easy, Christopher," you hissed.
He grinned against the skin of your neck, planting kisses and bite marks anywhere he could see.
You finally got the door unlocked and the two of you practically fell inside the apartment. It was reminiscent of your first time together, but his hunger tonight was absolutely unparalleled.
He spun you around and pressed you against the door, lips attacking yours instantly. He wedged his knee between your legs and you gasped as his lips descended to your jaw.
"Chris," you whimpered.
"I've got you, baby," he murmured against the column of your throat. "Gonna make you feel so good."
He gripped your hips and pulled you closer so you were flush to his body. The shift moved your clothed core against his thigh and you moaned at the friction.
He groaned softly. "Use my leg, pretty girl," he moved your hips in a slow rhythm. "That's it, baby."
Your head fell back against the door and you moaned again. "I want you, baby, please," you begged.
"Yeah, sweets? What'cha want?"
"I want you now, Chris. Please. Just fuck me."
He growled lowly. "Anything for you, baby."
He started to take your clothes off, hands tracing the curves he loved so much. He had you completely naked in less than a minute, but the only piece of clothing he allowed you to remove from his body was his shirt.
You watched him as he dropped to his knees in front of you and your eyes widened in surprise. "Baby?"
His eyes flicked up to yours. "Just lean back and let me take care of you."
He grabbed your leg and lifted it over his shoulder, giving him the access he needed to get to your core. He didn't even bother to tease you, diving into you with the hunger of a starving man.
You gasped in pleasure, hand immediately going to his hair, fingers entangling themselves in the thick locks.
Your moans mixed with the salacious sounds coming from between your legs, and you would have been embarrassed if it didn't feel just so damn incredible.
He moaned into your core as he messily slurped up your juices, tongue moving to focus on your clit. He slipped a finger inside of you, followed by another, curling his fingers in a come hither motion.
"Chris!" you cried in pleasure, fingers tightening on his hair.
"You gonna cum for me, baby?"
"Don't stop," you begged.
Chris grinned and went back to work between your thighs, coaxing you to your climax with skilled fingers and mouth.
Your legs began to shake as you reached your high, thighs trying to close around his head. Your voice was nothing but broken moans and whimpers of pleasure.
Chris's hands were the only thing keeping you upright as you came down. He stood up, holding you against him, making sure you didn't fall.
His lips met yours in a searing kiss, hands sliding down to your butt. "Can you jump for me, sweets?" he whispered against your lips.
He held onto your butt as you attempted a jump, his strong arms the only thing ensuring you didn't fall on the floor. You wrapped your legs around him and he carried you to the bedroom.
He tossed you onto the bed with a grin. Instead of crawling onto the bed with you, he started to slowly remove his jeans.
"Are you stripping for me, handsome?" you teased lightly.
He grinned wolfishly. "You like it?"
"I love it." You loved everything about him, physically, mentally, emotionally...all of it. The whole package.
He removed his pants completely, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. You eyed the large bulge, mouth watering as you thought about tasting him.
"C'mere," you said softly.
He smiled and crawled onto the bed, lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You pulled him down on top of you, hooked your leg around his hips, and flipped him over.
You straddled his hips, legs spread wide to fit around his width. He looked up at you in slight surprise, not used to you taking charge in the bedroom.
"What'cha doin', gorgeous?"
You smirked at him and slowly moved down his body, allowing yourself space to remove his underwear. You tossed them onto the floor and lowered yourself down to take him into your mouth.
"Fuck--that's it baby," he groaned.
You bobbed your head, tongue tracing the thick vein running down his shaft. You focused attention on his head, eliciting sharp moans from his throat.
Chris's fingers were entangled in your hair and he began to tug on it slightly. "Baby, you gotta stop--I'm--I'm gonna cum."
You moaned around his cock and he groaned in pleasure. He tugged on your hair more harshly, pulling you off his cock. You whined in displeasure, but that quickly turned to a shocked gasp as he flipped you onto your back.
"Sorry, babe, but I wanna cum inside you."
"How can I say no to that?" You pulled him towards you and he kissed your lips roughly.
The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance and you inhaled sharply. "Please, Chris," you whimpered.
"I've got you, gorgeous."
He started to enter you and your nails dug into his shoulders as his thick cock stretched your tight walls. No matter how many times you had sex, he always stretched you more than you'd ever been stretched before.
He thrust into you, burying himself entirely. He didn't give you time to adjust to his girth before he began to fuck you into the mattress, setting a relentless pace.
You cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, your nails buried into his back.
He groaned into your neck. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Squeezing me so nice."
"Chris, I'm--so close," you gasped out.
"I've got you. Let go for me, pretty girl."
Chris picked up his pace a little, thrusts slamming into your sweet spot, sending bright flashes of pleasure through your body.
Your nails raked down his back, eliciting a growl from deep in his chest. He loved it when you marked him up; he wore them like badges of honor.
"Cum for me baby, I know you're close."
Your moans were loud enough you were certain the neighbors could hear, but you couldn't find it in you to care. You held onto him as your orgasm crashed into you, coming apart with cries of his name.
Your orgasm triggered his and he came with a series of curses and a loud groan of your name, his seed filling you up.
He kissed all over your face and neck as you both came down from your highs. "That's my girl," he whispered. "Did so well for me."
He slowly pulled out and rolled to your side. He kissed you one more time, before getting up to grab a washcloth. When he came back, he cleaned you up gently before crawling back into the bed with you.
You settled in against his chest with a sigh. He pulled you in close and laid a kiss against the top of your head.
You finally had a moment to think about what had happened earlier in the evening and your mind began to race.
Chris seemed to sense your change in demeanor, feeling your body tense in his arms. "You okay, sweets?" he asked softly.
You nodded.
"Hey," he whispered. "Talk to me."
You slowly sat up and turned your body to look at him. You traced the design of one of the tattoos on his chest, eyes watching the movement of your fingers. "So...the song," you began.
"Yeah?"
"I shouldn't read too much into that, should I?"
He gently grabbed your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. "Look at me, pretty girl."
You lifted your eyes to meet his, biting your lip in worry.
He touched your face gently, eyes filled with adoration. "You're so beautiful you oughta be famous," he sang softly. "If I love you too much, I'm sorry."
Your breath caught in your chest and tears welled in your eyes.
"I meant every word, (Y/N)," he murmured. "I know we haven't been together all that long, but I love you so much. I can't imagine my life without you."
"Chris..." you whispered.
"You don't have to say anything, sweets, but I wanted you to know how I felt and that I don't wanna hide this anymore. I want the entire world to know I'm yours."
"Kiss me," you said softly.
He smiled and leaned forward to kiss you gently. He poured everything he was feeling into that kiss, and you did the same.
"God, you're so beautiful," he said reverently when he pulled away.
You blushed. "I love you, Chris," you whispered.
His eyes widened in surprise. "You do?"
You nodded. "I wanted to tell you a couple weeks ago, but I didn't want to scare you."
He chuckled lightly. "I thought I was going to scare you."
"I don't scare that easily," you teased.
"Thank god," he said with a smile.
"So...I guess we're public now?"
"I don't wanna hide this anymore, especially if you don't want to."
You shook your head. "I don't like the idea of strangers being in my business, but I love you, so it's worth it."
He pulled you back into him. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he mumbled into your hair.
You laughed and planted a kiss to his chest.
"Seriously, I'm going to say it all the damn time now. You'll get tired of hearing it."
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing it."
"Good," he kissed your forehead. "'Cause I love you."
You laughed as you curled into him. "I love you too, dork."
He sighed happily. "I don't think I'll get tired of hearing it either."
You settled into him comfortably and traced the words 'I love you' on his chest, just to make sure he knew exactly how you were feeling.
He squeezed you tightly and kissed the top of your head one last time before settling in to sleep. "Sweet dreams, my love."
"Sweet dreams, Chris."
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Sailor's Savior's Snack
Just a heads up, this is not the big project ive been mentioning. That's gonna be on the back burner for a long while. But enjoy some sea snake Naga brainrot in the meantime.
A warming, our prey does feel pretty hopeless in their situation before they meet our pred. So, beware.
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He stared in shock at the drift wood that used to be his pride and joy. The boat he had built himself, shattered so fast. He hadn't even had time to see what had done it. Whether it was an accidental crash, or something wrecking his boat, he didn't know. Nor did it really matter, he just clung on to a chunk of his boat for dear life.
Hours passed, the sun slowly made its way across the sky. As he drifted, a dreadful thought passed his mind. He was alone, exhausted, cold and treading water. No one knew where he was. He was utterly stranded.
He was going to die here.
Cold, alone and scared. A feeling of hopelessness descended on him. The realization that the chances of someone finding him were slim to none.
As the day continued he grew more and more exhausted, more and more resigned to his fate. As the sun set he made sure to appreciate it. It would in all likelihood be his last. Once darkness descended he felt the water grow chilled. He desperately tried to stay awake, he needed to stay up or else he'd drown. He knew it was unlikely he'd survive to the morning, but he didn't want to die. Not yet, not yet, just a few more precious minutes of life.
As he felt his eyelids grow heavy, he felt something brush up against his leg. He felt fear creep into his mind. He tried to look into the water and see what touched him, but the dark, murky sea hid it. There as a few nerve racking minutes as he waited for the thing to show itself. Eventually, it did.
A colossal sea serpent emerged from the sea, in the moonlight it's blue scales shone, and it's grey eyes seemed to glow. But there was something odd about it, the serpent was a naga. He'd never heard of a naga that lived in the ocean, let alone one so large. It's stare didn't calm his nerves. After a few long seconds it spoke.
"And what do I have here? How long have you been treading water alone?"
Something about its tone was.... unnerving. But he replied anyways.
"M-My boat... i-it got wrecked and-"
"I assume that piece of wood you're clinging to is what's left of your boat?"
"Y-Yes..."
"Well would you like some help my little prey?"
"Oh thank God! Yes ple- wait... p-prey? Did i-i hear y-you r-right? P-Prey?"
"You heard me correctly, now, let me help."
"N-No! NO! Wait! A-Are y-you going to e-eat me?"
"Of course! Why would I not enjoy a delectable little morsel like you?"
"W-wait! P-please!"
"Aww, don't you worry my friend! I'll be kind."
"N-No! I dont wanna die like this!"
The serpent paused for a moment before speaking again. "I think you misunderstood me. I'm merely trying to help, I'm going to eat you, not kill you."
"H-Help? How? Y-You're going to kill me!"
"Oh settle down, you. Im going to help you. Whether or not you trust me. You'll be safe, I can promise you."
"But I'll die?"
"No you won't. My friend I offer you a warm and cozy place to rest and you accuse me of wanting to murder you? Is this how you treat all those offering aid?"
"I-In your stomach?! You ARE trying to murder me! Get away you fucking freak!"
"I'd like you to try and make me, little prey. I'm not one to leave a sweet little thing like you to die. I'd much rather keep you in a safer, more... filling place."
"N-No! Please! Not like this!"
The serpent reached a hand under him and scooped him out of the water. The serpent used its other hand to take away his little piece of driftwood and tossed it into the water. He was too exhausted and cold to struggle. He didnt have the energy to run. His fate was left in the hands of this predator.
"Look, if you're really that scared, I can give you a minute to calm down and prove myself. How does that sound my little friend?"
"Please... I'm cold... and tired... I don't want to die... I'm scared... don't hurt me..."
"Hey, it's going to be okay. I'll heat you up, just trust me." It replied in a softer tone.
He turned up towards the nagas face. The snake had an almost comforting expression on it's face. It raised its hand up to its maw. The naga slowly parted it's jaws, he braced for the serpent to toss him down it's throat. But it never did. It merely tilted it's hand up slowly, letting him slide into its mouth. He didn't struggle, he didn't have the strength. He simply covered his eyes, and accepted fate.
He felt him drop into its maw. He waited for the serpent to swallow him down. He waited, and waited, and waited. But it never came, he didn't really feel the serpent move him at all. He only noticed the nagas forked toungue occasionally brush against him. After a few long minutes, he worked up the courage to open his eyes. He looked around and... He was fine? It's was wet and slick, but seemingly safe and warm for now. The snake hadn't even shut it's mouth. He used the little of his strength left to sit himself up. Only a few moments after he did, the serpent spoke up in a comforting tone.
"See? You're safe."
It's was odd to be inside someone's maw as they spoke, but the serpent stayed rather quiet, speaking as softly as it could manage.
"I... I'm fine?"
"Yes you are my little prey. Do you feel any better? Are you still cold?"
"I... guess... what are you.... going to do now?"
"Once you're feeling safe, I'll gulp you down so both of us can get some rest."
"I... but won't I get... digested? I'll end up in your stomach, won't I?"
"No, you won't find any acids down there. You'll end up in my storage stomach, safe for you to be."
"I... how can I trust you?"
"If I wanted to hurt you, why wouldn't I gulp you down now? Nothing's stopping me. You're in my mouth, tired, trapped and at my mercy. If I really wanted to do such a thing, why would I be trying to comfort you?"
"W-will I be able to leave?"
"I'll gag you up once we get to shore. I promise."
"Do I have a choice?"
"No, neither of us do. I need to keep you safe and... my gut is the best option. Nothing will be able to even touch you there, well, except for me."
As the serpent finished it's sentence he watched as the lips around him curreled into a slight smile.
"I... I'm not... I don't..."
"Its alright, take your time to get comfortable with the idea of being in serpents stomach. I'd rather you go down willingly in this, and it will be better for you too."
"How... how are you talking right now? I'm in... your mouth... yet you talk like normal."
"Practice my dear friend, you are far from the first person to be in your position. I've held conversations much longer then this one with people in my maw."
"Y-You've done this before?"
"Of course! Countless times! However... would you like to know something?"
"What's that?"
"Out of everyone I've ever tasted, you by far have the best flavor. Most have barely and flavor at all! And those that do have such sad and mild tastes. But you... you... You're just delectable. You're very sweet, a little umami too. I hope you don't mind me savoring you, it's not often I have something as good as you, my friend..."
He wasn't quite sure what to make of this information.
"I... thank you? I guess?"
"Honestly, if you decide to spend a little longer in my maw to prepare yourself, I wouldn't mind. I can afford to wait a little longer."
"I'll... I'll think about it..."
The snake didn't respond after that. It just sat there, with its toungue slowly moving over him. Tasting him. And himself? He just sat there too. Trying to calm down and brace for what would soon come. Being able to turn around and peer down the murky darkness of its throat didn't fill him with confidence. After a few minutes, the serpent piped up again.
"Well? Are you ready my little prey? I've had my fun for now, and I think it's time for the main course."
"I... umm... maybe..."
"Its okay if not, I'll give you a few more minutes to prepare, should you desire of course."
He wasn't ready. He couldn't be ready. He was about to be eaten alive. He was nervous, scared and exhausted. He thought he might be able to trust the snake, but still. He didn't want to be eaten. Not that he had a choice. He knew a few more minute sitting in its mouth wouldn't calm him down, so he decided to just get it over with.
"I'm... about as ready as I ever could be... just... will this hurt?"
"No, it shouldn't hurt."
"S-Shouldn't? I-It might?"
"It will be very tight for about a minute, but if you just lay down or currel up, it won't be so bad. Just be careful."
He slowly laid down on the floor of its maw and curreled up into a loose ball. Light in its mouth grew dimmer and dimmer as the snake closed its jaws. His breathing grew shaky and an anxious feeling appeared in the back of his mind. Gravity shifted as the serpent began to tilt it's head back. As it tilted it's head back further and further he started slowly sliding back. He felt his heart pound as he started moving. After a second, the snake swallowed.
*glik*
He was forced into a tight space. The muscles around him pushed him down. It was hard to breathe. There was no room. He was trapped by the slick wet walls of its gullet. Adrenaline kicked in. He tried to struggle, he pushed against its esophagus. He had barely been in here for a few seconds, and he was already panicking. But a few seconds later, he felt an extra pressure appear. It came from one spot and followed him down. It was the serpent, using a hand to feel him. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing. He stopped struggling and his breathing calmed. His touch followed him for another minute. After that, he dropped into a chamber. He had reached its stomach and... He was fine? He felt fine. All around him he felt the naga give a content exhale.
"Ahhh, I hope that wasn't too uncomfortable for you in there. You started struggling after a bit, you had me a little worried."
"I-I'm... okay... God... y-you ate... me.... I-Im going to be safe... Right? Y-You promised!"
"Oh of course my dear prey. You're safe."
He took a deep breath to calm his mind. He was safe. He propped himself up against the stomach walls. It wasn't... all that bad here. Like being in the snakes maw. It was soft and squishy, a comfortable place. The warm air was a welcome change from the chilled sea air. He could hear the snake breathe, all around him the walls slowly moved, providing a soothing massage like feeling.
"This... this isn't so bad..."
"Awww, thank you. I'm glad to hear it."
"So... now what?"
"Rest up, friend. You're exhausted. Take the time to rest in my stomach, it's comfortable in there. From what I've heard."
"Can I... sleep here? Is that... safe?"
"Of course, I'll keep you safe."
"I... okay..."
"Have a restful sleep my little prey..."
He slowly shut his eyes, letting his exhaustion win. Almost immediately, he drifted into a deep slumber.
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As the serpent felt it's prey fall asleep, they gently placed a hand on their gut. Despite his size, he was a rather filling person. One of the better prey they'd ever had. They wondered if they might be able to convince him to return every now and then, they'd never had the same prey more then once. But they could wait to ask that question. Now was the time to enjoy the moment.
The snake let itself sink into the sea. It shut it's eyes and focused on taking in all the sensations coming from its gut. After a few minutes the naga gently landed on the sea floor. The feeling in its stomach was soothing, comforting. A feeling of sleepiness descended upon it too. And the serpent let it. Drifting off, like the man in its gut.
#soft vore#safe vore#extreme cuddling#human prey#prey pov#and a little bit of pred pov too#naga pred#enjoy this little thing i made
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Mini Fanfic #1044: Beartrap & Me (Epithet Erased)
6:45 p.m. at Sweet Jazz City's Beachy Shores
Molly: (Giggles Softly While Sitting Next to her Boss Beside Her on a Campfire Log) No way!~ Did that seriously happened?
Giovanni: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah, really! Like, a literal moutain goat, (Quickly Grabs his Chin) not really sure who it belonged to by the way, just barging in, starts chasing everyone of us around the house, and wrecked and chewed off almost EVERYTHING inside! The plants, furniture, wires, he even demolished Ben's 3DS with his own hooves!
Ben: (In the Distance Helping the Rest of the Voyz Cook on the Grill) A Legend of Zelda, Ocarina of Time 3DS! Which costed me MY ENTIRE ALLOWANCE BY THE WAY!! I hate that FREAKING GOAT!!!
Giovanni: (Immediately Covered Molly's Ears While Glaring at his Minion in the Distance) LANGUAGE, BEN!!
Ben: Sorry, Boss.
Giovanni: (Let's Go of Beartrap's Ears) Sorry about Ben. He's been salty about that incident ever since.
Molly: (Smiles Sheepishly) I-It's okay, Boss. I've heard a lot worse from actually.
Giovanni: Wait, you have?
Molly: Yeah. Mostly from the customers I had to deal with back at the Toy Store.....
Giovanni's face suddenly turns dark as the words "customers" and "had to deal with it" are in the same sentence.
Giovanni: They were giving you a hard time?
Molly: Yeah. B-But the most I've gotten were complaints and narcissism! So it wasn't all that bad. (Gives Gio a Motherly Like Glare) And you're not gonna try plotting vengeance on them for my sake either.
Giovanni: (Playfully Scoffs) Oh come on, Beartrap! What makes you think I wanna doing something like that?
Molly: (Faces Flatters onto a Deadpinned Look) Boss, it's written all over your face. Why else were you giving me that look for?
Giovanni: To...show how....(Slowly Shrugs With an Awkward Smile on his Face) Intimidating I really am?
Molly raises an eyebrow at her boss in silence. It didn't take a five year old to know that she's not falling for his half baked lies.
Giovanni: ('Groans in Defeat') Okay, fiiiine. So maybe I was planning on getting them back for you. (Frowns a Little) I just don't want anyone to make my #1 minion feel bad. (Quickly Looks Back and Forth Before Turning Back to Molly, Whispering to Her) Don't tell anyone in here I said that by the way.
Molly: (Giggles Softly) I won't~ Just promise me you won't let it bother you too much, okay?
Giovanni: (Happily Gives Molly a Thumbs Up) You got it, Beartrap!
Molly: (Notices her Boss' Other Arm is Sticking Out From Behind his Back as She Gives Him a Teasing Smirk) WITHOUT crossing your fingers together from the back~
Giovanni: (Chuckles Lightly as Moves his Other Habd From his Back) Okay, okay. I promise for real this time. (Grabs his Chin Again) Now where was I in the whole goat story?....(Suddenly Snaps his Fingers) Ah yeah. The part where it destroyed Ben's 3DS or whatever.
Ben: (In the Distance) That goat can go suck the RIGHT PART OF MY-
The Boyz: BEN!
Spike: MY GOD, DUDE! LET IT GO!
Ben: I'M SORRY! I just....really missed my game a lot!
Giovanni: (Rolls his Eyes) Anyways, after that ordeal happened, the goat kept chasing us around the house a few more minutes till Crusher suddenly swooped in out of nowhere, grabs him by the horns, and delivered the most devastating DDT throwdown I've ever seen in my life!
Crusher: NO ONE HURTS MY FRIENDS AND BOSS AND LIVES TO SEE ANOTHER DAY!!
Giovanni: (Got Up and WVe at Crusher With Big Grin on his Face) WELL SAID, BIG GUY!~ SO PROUD OF YOU!~
Crusher: (Immediately Starts Stammering and Blushing While Watching his Crush Boss Happily Waving at Him) Y-Y-Y-Your p-p-p-proud!!!?~
Flamethrower: (Places his Hand on Crusher's Shoulder) Hey, eyes back on the grill, big guy. Don't want our food getting burnt, now do we?
Crusher: (Immediately Comes Back to his Senses and Continues Cooking) R-Right. Sorry.
Giovanni: (Sits Back Down) So yeah, after that glorious display happened, the goat's owner eventually came by and picked it up a few minutes later.....with all of our moms standing behind him the whole time. Giving all of us those....(Shivers at the Memory) menacing Mom Glares and whatnot.....
Molly: It was that scary, huh?
Giovanni: The most terrifying thing in the world, Beartrap. And they did what all moms do when they caught their kids red handed in a party: they kicked the guests out, they yell and scold us while the moon still shines, they use our allowance to repair all the stuff that was broken stuff in the house, and then grounded us for a whopping month in a half.
Molly: Yikes. That couldn't have been fun.
Giovanni: ('Sighs Heavily') Trust me, Beartrap, it wasn't.....(Smiles a Little) But we did managed to become the talk of the class for the rest of the school year, so it's not all dreadful
Molly: (Smiles Back at her Boss) Oh that's good to hear at least. It's been a while since I've ever been to an actual party myself.
Giovanni: Seriously? What about your birthdays?
Molly: (Chuckles a Little Awkwardly) Yeeeeeah, funny you mentioned that. I....um....don't think I've ever celebrated my birthday in.....let's say.....three or four years....
Giovanni: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) You haven't celebrated your birthday in THREE TO FOUR YEARS!!!?
Molly: (Gets Startled by Gio's Sudden Outburst) I-It's not like I didn't want to celebrate it or anything! Lori's kept using her epithet to create her own fantasy world in her room all day, dad's been busy doing everything that doesn't remotely involve anything work related, meanwhile I'm the only one out if the three of us who not only have run the store as per usual, but also have to keep our home from being a literal pig stock! ('Sigh Heavily') So yeah.....Not really the best birthday memories if....I do say so myself personally.....
The words coming out his faithful minion's mouth has infuriate Giovanni to absurd extent. He knew her father was clueless, irresponsible bum of a man the first time he met him in that fantasy world Lori created a day ago, but to hear that he made his own daughter miss four....FOUR of her birthdays that she should've been celebrating at the time due to his and the older sister's lazy and careless antics has sparked a flare of anger within him that never felt before in his life up until now. If we're given the opportunity to turn back the heads of time to that day of the incident, he would most certainly uses it to bash Martain's head in as many times as he wants, regardless if it would tire him out or not.
But alas, as nice as it sounds, he is still in the present and his sweet, little Beartrap needs him now more than ever. So he takes a mental deep breath, letting his anger fade out within in and puts on a sincere, faithful grin on his face that he could Muster at the moment.
Giovanni: Well you can say goodbye to those crappy years, Beartrap. Because in a-uh- (Whispers into Molly's Ears) When is your birthday again?
Molly: In a couple of months.
Giovanni: In a couple of months! Me and boys will throw you the best birthday party could EVER hope for! Oh and your friends are invited too of course. As well as that Rick Shades fellow. I like him.
Molly: (Smiles Softly at the Thought of Rick Shades) Yeah. I like him too. And thanks, Boss. You really don't have to go out of your way to do this for me.
Giovanni: Of course I do. You're my #1 minion. I'll be always be there for you, kiddo. With that being said..(Starts Looking Away Nervously) uh....Molly?
Molly: Hm?
Giovanni: I...(Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) know I might've already asked you this question last night, but.....(Takes a Deep Breath Before Turning Back to Molly With a Worried yet Firm Friwn on his Face) Are you really okay this? With me....kidnapping you and everything?
'Distant Chatter and Sound of Smaller Waves Coming to Shore'
Molly: Boss.....
Giovanni: (Starts Getting Up From his Seat and Pace Around a Bit) I know, I know it was a really bold, reckless, stupid move on my part to do last night, trust me, I already have enough crap from Trixie and Sheep Girl about it as it is-
Molly: Boss.
Giovanni: But I couldn't help it, okay? You were miserable in that toy shop and the fact that your own dad and sister never once bothered to help you out in anyway really ticked me off to no end!
Molly: Bosssss.
Giovanni: Like seriously, why the hell are you making your own twelve year old daughter do all the work while you lay around doing jack SHIT when you know damn well it was YOUR responsibility since day freaking ONE!!
Molly: Boss!
Giovanni: And it doesn't help the fact that hardly anyone sees anything wrong with this! Not even the authorities! All they seem to care about is getting their damn, stupid toys out if the shelves, no matter who is running the register! The fact that your friends, your teacher, a weird but cool wizard guy, and an annoying, useless, wannabe villain are the only ones cares more about your health and happiness than your own family and everyone else in this dumb city speaks volumes about society AS A WH-
Molly: GIOVANNI!!
Giovanni: (Finally Stops Ranting and Gives Beartrap her Full Attention) Y-Yeah, Beartrap?
Molly: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) Okay, first off, don't you EVER talk bad about yourself again! You're one of the most sweetest, passionate person I've ever have the pleasure of meeting and I refuse to believe and let you think otherwise, got it!?
Giovanni: (Immediately Salutes to Molly) Yes, ma'am! Won't ever happen again, ma'am!
Molly: (Simply Nodded) Good. And second....(Gently Grab Hold of Giovanni's Hand) Please don't stress yourself out. I'm.....(Gives Gio a Confident Smile on her Face) one hundred and one percent okay with this.
Giovanni: You...you really are?
Molly: (Happily Nodded) Yeah. I mean, sure, it's a lot to get used to, being kidnapped by the greatest supervillain this town has to offer and whatnot.
Giovanni: (Forms a Small Pout on his Face) You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?
Molly: Noooo, I mean it! You are a great villain and a boss. And I like I said: it'll be a lot to get used to. But to be perfectly honest, if there's anyone in this world I would spend the rest of my life with.....(Smiles Brightly at Giovanni While Gently Squeezing his Hand) I'm so glad it turns out to be you in the end.
And there it was. The bright, sparkle in her eyes, the warm, comforting she brings in the area, and a smile that would light up even the most angriest of people's moods. All of that and more was just enough to ease Giovanni's worries and focus on what's really important in front of him.
Giovanni: You know something, Beartrap? I'm a lot of things
Molly: Hm?
Giovanni: I'm loud, obnoxious, thick headed, arrogant to the extent, and above all else, I...may be am full of myself.
Molly: Boss.....
Giovanni: (A Smirk Starts Creeping Up on his Face) ('Heh') But even then, that STILL won't stop me from achieving my dreams to villainy and fulfilling my promises. That I....(Points Up into the Sunset Above Him) GIOVANNI POTAGE, will not only continue to provide my Boyz the upmost care and support....(Looks Back at Molly Woth a Determined Look.in his Face) But to also become the best damn guardian you could ever ask for. (Places his Thumb on his Chest) And that's a promise I'm willing take for the rest of my life!!!
'Sounds of More Waves Coming in and Out the Tides'
Molly: (Sighs While Putting on a Bit of a Pouty Look on her Face) Honestly.....I thought I told you to never talk down on yourself again, mister.
Giovanni: ('Sigh') Yeah, yeah. I know. Just trying set example here is all. But...you do get where I'm coming from in all of this, right?
Molly: (Smiles Softly) Yeah, I do. And I'll support and root you every step of the way. (Points her Finger and Moves it Up and Down at her Boss) But ONLY if you promise not to work yourself too hard for my sake and let me and the others help you out. We're a team now and teammates always help each other in need.
Giovanni: Very true, Beartrap. (Happily Nodded) Alright, I accept your promise. But only if YOU promise me to start going out more and enjoy being a kid for as long as you can. You're still have a lot if years ahead of you, you know?
Molly: (Nodded Back at Giovanni) Right. And a promise is a promise.
Giovanni: Spendid! As of today, Beartrap, you, I and our Boyz will take over this city and show em what we're really made of! And soon....(Picks Up Molly and Twirls her Around, Causing her to Giggle in Place) The whole WORLD will ours for the taking!
????: OHHH BOSSSSSSS!~
The duo turns to see Flamethrower staring at them in the distance.
Flamethrower: We're finally done cooking!~
Car Crash: (Smiles Brightly) Yeah and Ben hasn't made the food burnt into a crisp this time!
Ben: (Immediately Glares at the Duo Snickering Among Themselves) H-Hey! Name one time I've burned something food related!
Dark Star: Do you really want us to bring up last year's summer party incident?
Ben's eyes starts to widens as he mentally hears loud fire truck sirens and the fire burning around the house Itself, with his boss screaming out "GODDAMMIT, BEN!" ringing in his ears throughout all of it.
Ben: ('Gulp') No. I rather you not.
Dark Star: (Simply Nodded) That's what I thought. (Turns to Gio and Molly From a Distance) You guys, hurry up and get here before fire boy here strikes again.
Ben: Dude!
The Boyz: (Starts Laughing at Ben's Dispense)
Giovanni: (Chuckles Lightly) Well, you heard the man, Beartrap. Let's mosey our way over there before our food gets cold. Or burnt.
Molly: How did Ben even managed to do all of that in the first place?
Giovanni: It's another long story that I'm willing to tell ya if you want.
Molly: (Smiles Softly) Yeah. I'd like that.boh and boss?
Giovanni: Hm?
Molly moves her head over to Giovanni's cheek and gives it a soft kiss before hugging lovingly in his arms.
Molly: I love you.
Giovanni: (Hearts Begins to Melt in Pure, Genuine Happiness) Oh Beartrap.....(Happily Hugs his #1 Minion Back) I love you too. Always have and always will.
And so the duo of mischief finally begins to make their way towards the rest of the group to eat their long awaited BBQ meals. There's no telling what the future may have in store for either of them, but as long as they faced them together, side by side, they're more than up for it, as newly found villains.
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EACH AND EVERYONE YOU FOLKS! HERE'S HOPING IT GOES ALONG SMOOTHLY THIS TIME AROUND!!
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#epithet erased#giovanni potage#molly blyndeff#gio's boyz#crusher#spike#car crash#dark star#flamethrower#ben#martin blyndeff (mentioned)#major spoilers to the prison of plastic#lots of fuff#new found family#gio is molly's father now#he's a father that stepping up#edited
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requesting 2 things cuz everyone needs cg argyle on their dash
please i have brain rot for this man and i need to not be the only one writing about him
thank you <3/p
hiii!! okay i’m doing the second one first because i want baby jonathan. i will get to the first request hopefully tomorrow ❤️
ship: jargyle
Jonathan Byers was a pretty tough guy, he was strong, and he was very independent. but after Will went missing, he felt broken.
He hated it, but sometimes he would just feel younger, he didn’t know why, it just happened, and it was worse when he thought about all the trauma.
The years went on, trauma after trauma happening, no way to seemingly escape from this hell, that’s when he met Argyle.
When the Byers’ moved to california, Argyle was the nicest person to Jonathan, they became close instantly. Jonathan had told Argyle about how he was struggling with trauma, not going into detail. And that’s when Argyle decided to show him weed.
They started out as smoking buddies, for months it was just get high and laugh together, and then one time, Jonathan had fallen into this child-like state, he was so confused, but Argyle just took care of him.
The next morning, Jonathan felt so bad. He’s never done that around anybody, not even Nancy. “Shit.” He mumbled to himself, thinking about Nancy flooded back all the memories of her, which made him remember everything in Hawkins.
Thinking about that all made him feel small, and Argyle was still over, so he really didn’t know what to do. He got up, and got out of bed, but he didn’t really have anywhere to go. So he just sat on the floor and tried to make himself feel normal.
Argyle woke up when he heard muffled sobs coming from across the room. “Jonathan? You alright?” Argyle asked, sitting up to try and find Jonathan. He was sitting on the floor, knees tucked up to his chest, his head buried in his legs, and soft sobs came from him.
“Dunno.” Jonathan said, not looking up. Argyle kinda thought he knew what was happening, he had a friend years ago who had become younger ages, just sometimes.
“Hey, you’re alright, okay? You’re safe. Do you wanna tell me what’s going on? I can try to make it better.” Argyle was gentle with Jonathan, he always was, but seeing him like this, it made him feel more caring for him.
“Don’t feel adult. Feel child.” Jonathan said, he was terrified for the response he would get. “How old are you thinking you feel?” Argyle asked, really gently, Jonathan was surprised he didn’t freak out.
“4, I think. Dunno.” Jonathan shrugged. “That’s normal, okay bud. You’ve gone through some trauma, I know you won’t tell me the exact details, but trauma affects everyone, and this is just how it affects you. Is this your first time feeling like a child?” Argyle asked, and then clued in to the way Jonathan was acting the night before, that wasn’t a bad high, that was him being small.
“No, happened for years.” Jonathan said, he kept his head down, but his crying had stopped. “Come back here, come lay in bed. We can talk this through, okay. I’m gonna be here no matter what, you’re my best friend, and I don’t care what age you feel, I’ve always got you bro.”
It had been about 6 months since the first time Argyle had seen Jonathan be little, now the two were dating, which surprised Jonathan, he didn’t even think he liked guys, but here he was, dating, and in love with a guy.
The upside down shit had happened all again, it was traumatizing for all of them, and when that all happened, Jonathan explained everything.
So now Argyle was the carer for Jonathan, and the boyfriend of Jonathan. They were very happy, and Jonathan had learned to accept his little side, he even started doing it for fun and by choice instead of it happening with a negative trigger.
Jonathan was eating dinner, pasta with red sauce. The two were home alone, so Jonathan could be little outside of his bedroom. Because of the meal chosen, Jonathan made a huge mess.
“Okay, little man, we gotta get you in the bath now.” Argyle said after taking Jonathan’s empty plate to the sink. “No bath. No.” Jonathan protested. “Bud, we gotta get you cleaned up. Then we can do whatever you want.”
“Smoke?” Jonathan asked, eyes lit up so brightly, and then instantly shut down. “Babes, I told you, no getting high when you’re small, it’s not good for you.” Argyle said, and Jonathan pouted.
“I’ll give you an ice cream, whatever flavour you want, we have strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate.” “Fine, quick bath.” Jonathan said, with a huff. “Okay, let’s go then.” “Me not waking.” Jonathan said sassily.
“You’re not walking? Dude, you’ve gotta walk.” Argyle didn’t fully understand that Jonathan was asking to be carried. “No. I not gonna walk. You take me to bathroom.” Jonathan said, another huff.
“You want me to carry you, little man, I don’t know if I’m strong enough. You’re not heavy, I’m just very weak.” “Argyle you’re strong! Carry me!” Jonathan begged, with cute little puppy dog eyes that Argyle couldn’t resist. He agreed, walked over, placed a kiss on Jonathan’s nose, and picks him up.
They made it into the bathroom, and Argyle put Jonathan down. He went back to Jonathan’s bedroom to grab the bubbles, towels, and the few rubber ducks they had gotten for bath toys.
The bath was fine, Jonathan wasn’t the biggest fan of bath time, but he also hated showering, he didn’t want to be dirty, he just hated getting clean. But then Argyle lived up to the promise, Jonathan got his ice cream.
And there he was in all his glory, ice cream in his hair, all over his hands, on his freshly washed new pyjamas, he was so sticky from all the ice cream he had spilled, and Argyle realized that they had to have another bath.
So they went into the bathroom again, ran the water to the right temperature, put bubbles in, washed Jonathan all up, had a little bit of time to play with the toy ducks, and then get out and get a new set of pyjamas on. This time it was a pair of boxers and one of Argyles tie dye shirts. It was late now, about 9:30, so Jonathan was tired.
Argyle tucked him into bed, and then went and finished up the chores, he knew it was Jonathan’s job to clean up, but he was far too small to do the chores, and Argyle didn’t mind, he practically lived at the Byers house, rent free. So he really didn’t mind doing little things to help out around the house.
He cleaned up the bathroom, brought the bubbles and ducks back into Jonathan’s room, so no one would find them. He didn’t want Jonathan getting outed, he really didn’t want that.
He cleaned up the dishes from dinner, cleaned up the mess on the table, and that was everything he needed to do. He finally went and crawled into bed with Jonathan.
“I missed you, it was cold.” Jonathan said. “Well I’m here now baby, come snuggle in.” Argyle said, opening his arms for his lover to come snuggle in to. Jonathan fell asleep with his head on Argyle’s chest, fondly listening to his heart beat.
They were happy, Jonathan loved that he wasn’t ashamed to be little anymore, he was loved for it, he had the best man in his life, and he took care of him. They were so happy together.
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get the girl- p. parker
pairings: peter parker x reader, mentions of ned, betty, mj, and brad warnings: unrequited love (kind of?? implied), lotsss of pining and fluff, a little long about: requested! (DF4) “you fell asleep, i couldn’t move.“ + (DF31) “maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance.” a/n: been wanting to write a peter parker friends to lovers for a while, so thank you so so much for requesting this. i swear i don’t usually take this long?? i got carried away and it got way longer than i expected, i hope you enjoy! thank you for requesting!
peter thinks it’s hopeless. the cliche he’s stuck in seems cruel- no matter what the movies you (and, fine, yes, him sometimes) make him watch say. nothing that happens in them ever transpires to real life; beautiful girls don’t fall in love with their nerdy best friends and guys like peter parker don’t get the girl.
it’s fun to fantasize, though. and especially fun to look at you, particularly when you’re laying on his bed, oblivious to him standing in the doorway, observing as you twist your neck to get a good look at the polaroids he hung up on his wall. a familiar smile grows on your face when your eyes scan them, flickering to the polaroid camera you got him for christmas years ago.
you move to try to get a better look at them without standing up, glancing down when you feel a sharp edge poke at your skin. he watches as your eyebrows furrow in possibly the prettiest way possible and you pull out a polaroid from under you. and oh, peter is just now realizing exactly what that photo is and why it’s on his bed instead of hanging off the empty miniature clothespin that comes from the pack you thrust at his chest when you noticed the increasing pile of pictures on his desk.
he’s moving on autopilot towards you, the foot already halfway through the door used as a stepping stone to go to your side faster. he’s with you in less than three steps, tugging on your ankle and then tackling you as sensibly as possible, laying his whole body on yours. you oof, dropping the picture, having seen it for too little to really question it, and laugh breathlessly. “pete!” you wheeze, curling your arms around his back, one of your hands absentmindedly drawing figures through his hoodie and your other one inching up to his hair, already beginning to thread through the chocolate curls. “yes?” he hums innocently, furtively grabbing the polaroid you dropped and shoving it in the pocket of his hoodie before his arms wrap around your thighs.
“i told you if you keep doing that, one day you’re gonna get hurt,” you scold, looking attentively as peter leans his head against your chest. “me?” he questions, feeling you nod under his cheek. “uh huh, you. you’ll hit your head or something. for a spider-”
“spiderman. superhero,” peter corrects, you ignore him, “you are really clumsy.” peter huffs in dissent, letting a comfortable silence blanket over the both of you for a minute before he looks up at you. “what?” you ask, a smile brimming at the edges of your words. you’re so pretty, peter wants to say, but instead, he goes with a more best-friend-friendly question, “d’you wanna watch a movie?”
you nod at him, pulling your hands away from his head to play with the strings of his hoodie, “sure, what do we want to watch today?” peter’s eyes immediately light up, and you realize you never actually needed to ask. “fine,” you agree, trying not to grin too hard at the way his face brightens. “which one?” you request, watching his freckled cheeks flush pink in excitement, “sixth one. the best one, of course.” you smirk, shrugging, “right, don’t know why i asked, i basically know the movie word for word now.” peter can’t help but give you heart eyes at the knowledge of your knowing the script of his favorite movie. god, you really were the dream girl.
“‘kay, go make some popcorn and get everything ready while i go to the bathroom,” you request, tapping peter’s shoulder as a way to tell peter to let you out from under his body weight. he does the complete opposite of what you imply, however, nuzzling further into your chest and inhaling deeply. “peter,” you laugh, poking his shoulder again, “‘m comfy,” he mumbles, eyes closed. “pete, c’mon, i gotta pee and you’re lying on my bladder,” you whine, “also, don’t you wanna watch episode six of star wars while i eat popcorn and play with your hair?” you singsong. he’s suddenly moving his body off of yours to let you go, although not before pressing a sloppy- friendly- kiss to your arm, “hurry up.”
you giggle as you stand, stretching out your limbs and walking to the bathroom while peter watches you walk away. once he hears the bathroom door shut, he digs his hands into his pockets, fingers tugging on the polaroid he had shoved inside. a smile grows on his face without his permission when he holds it at his stomach, the light reflecting off of the smile that was printed on the picture. he traces a nail over your face, bright and open in the way that makes you gleam. it’s his favorite picture ever, the only one that managed to catch you so in your element, your natural halo of glow apparent in your outline. peter had scrawled the words best girl in red marker on the white space at the bottom- something he thought he could explain away easily if he had to. the picture had its own designated space on his wall, right in the middle so the importance was clear, but it was rarely actually up there, instead always next to him for inspiration when he was doing homework and on his dresser for when he couldn't sleep.
his lips quirk one last time at the photograph before walking to the wall where all the rest of them reside. he hangs it up, glancing at it once more until he turns to walk out of his room.
the movie is ready to play when you walk into the living room, and peter is in the kitchen making your popcorn. “it smells good,” you say in a greeting, sniffing the air and exhaling in satisfaction. peter laughs, “you do that every time we have a movie night.” you tilt your head at him, “do what?” he motions to you, “that. the whole smelling thing and letting me know how good it smells, it’s cute.”
your face heats when it slips out of his lips, pausing to absorb the words he doesn’t seem to have noticed he said. his back is to you, dumping the popcorn into a bowl for you. you can’t see it, but he’s freaking out, trying to think of an excuse if you decide it was too weird. you don’t do anything to imply that, though, just blink until the words dissolve in the air. “thanks,” you finally reply, as nonchalant as you can make it while you grab his m&ms. he hums in response, turning around to head to the couch, “star wars time,” he winks, making you grin.
you follow him as he heads to the couch, settling down next to him once he puts on the movie. the star wars theme starts, the tune fringed by peter’s humming. cute, you think, snuggling deeper into the crook of his arm and shoving popcorn into your mouth. “hmm, good,” you compliment, watching the scenes you’d seen so many times pass on the screens. you mouth along when you recognize the lines until your eyes feel heavy and they shut completely.
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quiet thwips wake you up hours later, when the black of the night has bled the sky blue and the stars have littered over the clouds, the moon replacing the sun. you see that the movie is long over when you blink yourself awake, beginning to cuddle deeper into your pillow when you realize it’s too warm and hard to be a pillow. you are met with the vision of your best friend, lip tugged in between his teeth as he concentrates on something behind you. he doesn’t seem to notice that you’re awake, trying to remain as still as possibly while the thwip noises continue. he mutters a curse, scrunching his nose adorably before flicking his eyes to you. they widen when he notices you’re awake, dropping his hand. “what’re you doing?” you yawn, sitting up and away from the warmth of peter’s embrace. “uh- i just- the movie ended and you didn’t wake up, so i tried to get the remote, then i got hungry…” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, scanning the room and you turn to observe, stunned to see the mess of webs and dropped items you weren’t sure how you didn’t hear. “oh my god, what the- did you try to get everything with your webs?” you ask in bewilderment, eyeing a bag of gummy worms open and on the floor, you snap your neck towards him to observe his burning cheeks. “um. yes,” he confesses, blushing harder. “why didn’t you just get up?” you question, looking back at the ruined living room, exhaling in surprise as you notice the remote on the ground.
“you... you fell asleep on me. i couldn’t move.”
you pause, tilting your head slightly to look at peter, “pete, god, that’s so sweet. but you really don’t need to…” you motion to the dropped items, “do all that,” you laugh. peter shrugs, and you notice the tips of his ears are red, too. “i didn’t want to wake you up. i know how much of a light sleeper you are.”
you feel like you’re melting, every single muscle in your body drooping in the loveliness that was peter parker. you weren’t sure how the boy was real. you suddenly drop yourself on him again, wrapping your arms around his burning neck, “thank you, peter,” you say into his skin. like a reflex, his own arms go around your waist, holding you securely so you won’t fall, “‘f course.”
a moment of quiet follows until peter’s stomach rumbles suddenly, making you laugh, “i think i’ve starved you long enough. you pick today. also, when did you get so ripped? your arms are so big--” peter cuts you off with a groan, dropping his head on your shoulder, “you had to ruin the moment--”
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peter doesn’t know what it is with you (actually, he does) that makes you so distracting. you’re just waiting in line for lunch, standing next to mj and laughing occasionally when she says something. all you’re doing is standing, and maybe it’s peter’s boy-hormones combined with his spider-hormones that magnify every single perfect feature of yours, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. you’re so pretty. the curve of the smiles that pulls into your cheeks, the twinkle that remains permanent in the color of your eyes, the way you look in that skirt--
“maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance,” a voice points out from next to him. peter scoffs, ripping his sight away from you to turn to ned. “i talk to her all the time. she’s my best friend.” ned shakes his head and sighs, “you talk to her about star wars, you talk to me about star wars, how is that supposed to help you have a chance--”
“i have a chance,” peter mumbles, trying to believe it himself, “she knows that she and you stand at different levels of best friends--” ned looks offended, “different levels? what is that supposed to mean--” peter stares exasperatedly at his best friend, “it means i want to date her and i don’t want to date you--”
“that’s a little rude--”
“hey you guys,” you greet, sitting down on the seat in front of peter’s and patting the seat next to you for mj. she stares at you silently, and you frown, patting the seat harder, “sit.” you instruct. she sighs and does what she’s told. “what were you guys talking about?” you ask, picking up your small plate of cherry pie to replace the bowl of orange slices that you took from peter’s plate. “thank you,” peter mumbles, digging his fork into the pie the moment you set it down. you hum, stealing a cherry tomato from his salad.
“oh, you know. the usual, your friendship with peter,” the latter shoots him a look and you raise an eyebrow, “that’s the usual? a little strange, don’t you think?” ned shrugs, “did you know that you and i stand at ‘different levels’ as peter’s best friends?” peter nearly chokes on his pie, glaring at ned. you cock your head at peter, thinking as you steal another tomato, “i… guess i thought so? i’ve known peter since, like, preschool, and we tell each other everything.”
“everything, huh?” ned wonders, a sound of pain falling from his lips when peter kicks him under the table. “peter.” he hisses. mj narrows her eyes at the two boys, “what is going on with you guys today? you’re acting weirder than normal.” peter’s face screws up in confusion, looking to you for help. you shrug, “she’s right.”
“i usually am,” mj mutters.
“so what is it?” you query, popping an orange slice as peter cringes at the mere thought of the taste. “peter has a crush,” ned informs helpfully, oblivious to peter’s dismay, “i- i don’t-”
you blink, feeling mj’s elbow shove into your ribs as her own way to make sure you’re okay. you ignore her, and it tells her everything she needs to know. “it’s liz, right?” you guess, trying to mask the hurt on your face with a teasing smile, “i saw you looking at her the other day. she’s pretty.” “no! it’s not- i mean, yes, liz is pretty, but i don’t like her or anything- ned doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” peter rambles. “pete, you don’t have to be embarrassed, i’m just upset you didn’t tell me,” you lie. peter’s eyebrows furrow, “you’re just upset that… i didn’t tell you?” he repeats. you nod, biting into another orange slice. “just that?” he asks meekly. you cock your head at him.
“i just- never mind. it’s not liz,” he says, poking at his pie. “so you admit you have a crush?” you start with a fake smirk, jabbing at your best friend with your fork, “just not on liz?”
“i didn’t… i didn’t say that-” peter stutters. your eyes narrow at him, lip tugged between your teeth, “i’m gonna find out who it is by the end of the day.”
peter is unfortunately sure you will. he’s not subtle as is, but you’re never deliberately looking for the signs, which makes it a lot easier to hide his embarrassingly large crush on you. but now, you'll be paying attention to his every move, and knowing you, he knows you won’t stop until you find out what you want, unless he tells you to back off. but, does he want you to back off?
he pushes his tray away, suddenly not feeling so hungry.
-
you stay true to your promise, hanging off his arm for the rest of the day, observing the way he acts around some of your classmates, but somehow not noticing the way he blatantly refuses to look at you- which proves humiliatingly difficult; peter never realized exactly how much he turned to look if you laughed at the joke too, or to catch one of your smiles when you hear something funny or peter whispers a joke into the shell of your ear.
by the end of the day when you’re walking to the train station together, you’re groaning at him, putting your full weight on his arm as you tug at him. “who is it? is it betty? oh my god, is it mj? is that why you kept looking at her?” you ask excitedly. peter wants to tell you the truth: he wasn’t looking at mj, he was looking at you, because as much as he tried, he couldn’t pry his attention off of you, who just so happened to sit next to mj.
“not mj. not betty,” he replies, pulling you inside the subway and scanning for free seats. you trail behind him when he finds a spot, letting you take it as he stands in front of you. “not them… it has to be liz, right?” you pry, sighing when he shakes his head. “brad- it’s brad, right?” you grin, whining when he denies it again. “can you just tell me if i got them already? i’ve practically said everyone in the school,” you complain, “they do go to school with us, right?” at peter’s nod, you drop your head against his abdomen, “and you have not said their name yet.”
“peter,” you drag out, reaching out for his hand to pull it, “just tell me! i can probably set you up with them!”
“y/n, just drop it,” he sighs, and you sigh too, mumbling a fine before noticing an older lady standing at the door. you wave her over, standing next to peter and letting her take your seat. peter feels like his heart will pop out of his chest.
the bumps of the subway push you close enough to him to feel the thundering of his heart, and your eyebrows knit together in worry, “are you okay? your heart’s beating, like, really fast-” yeah and your hand on my chest is not helping- “‘m fine.”
“is it because of the crush thing?” yes, “because i’m sorry about annoying you about it so much, if you don’t want to talk about it, i won’t bother you with it. just know that if they don’t like you back, they’re insane, because you, peter parker, are a ca-”
it was like a rubber band snapping, and peter suddenly couldn’t help it anymore, pushing his lips against yours, effectively cutting you off and catching you so off-guard, you freeze for a second before reacting, pulling his jaw closer. you almost tug him back when he pulls away, before you remember you’re still standing on a crowded, moving subway, and while kissing your best friend had been all you wanted for way too long, you were absolutely going to miss your stop if you didn’t stop.
“i- i’m sorry, i just-” peter stammered, stepping back. “no! so, please don’t apologize, seriously, it’s fine, it’s, like, better than fine.”
a beat of awkward silence passed before the tube halted to the stop right before yours. “it’s you. in case that didn’t… come clear. you’re the person i like,” peter informs quietly. “really?” you ask, cheek already pulling in a shy smile. “really,” peter assures.
this time, you don’t really care if you miss your stop, and neither does peter, now that he knows that, sometimes, peter parker does get the girl.
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