#here comes alex with another one of their “this music makes me think of x”

[alex-the-bringer-of-chaos]

Okay gang, hear me out, this:

is m*leven (censoring so it doesn't show up in case someone searches for the ship name), but from El's pov during and after s4. It works if you think Mike ever did like El romantically or if he always just loved her platonically and got it confused with romantic feelings (we all know those two were never actually in love - romantically speaking). Y'all see my vision? Also this song came out on 1979, and it absolutely fits bitchin' + mourning Max + aiming to kill Vecna so even though I see her as a pop girl she would definitely bang to this.

[formulawolff]

x. bringing the heat in miami - t.w.

pairing: female driver! x toto wolff

word count: 3.6k

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, mentions of masturbation, lewd humor, age gap relationship, ANGST, naughty text messages, banter, light flirting, toto being down astronomically bad (like actually in the trenches) yadayadayada

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party in the city where the heat is on 

all night, on the beach till the break of dawn

“welcome to miami”

“bienvenidos a miami"

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will smith’s infamous track fills your ears as you stroll in through the main gate of the track, fans clustered in thick waves. your name is called more times than you can count. posters, caps, shirts, you name it, wave about, begging to be signed. 

the sun shines overhead, casting bright, fiery light all around. although it was only around eight in the morning, humidity clung to the air, creating a sticky, dewy sensation on your exposed skin. fluffy clouds drift along, carried by a breeze as it rolls through. 

god, the weather was perfect.

hopefully it would be like this on race day.

“welcome to miamiiii,” alex bobs his head, singing along to the music, “are you excited? it is your home turf, after all.”

“if we were in phoenix, i think i would feel a little closer to home,” you suppress a giggle, “but yes, i am really fucking excited. everyone loves a race in their home country.”

“we’ll be in austin soon enough in october,,” alex shrugs, “when we’re in austin, i need you to show me how to ride a bull and teach me how to perfect that smooth texas drawl. i want to be like one of those little aunties who always say, ‘y’all come back now!’ like dolly parton! ” 

“you’re ridiculous,” the giggles blossom into a full-on laugh, “you don’t just start speaking with a southern accent. that’s not how that works.”

“sure it is,” alex nods, “hey, your parents are coming out for the race, right?”

“yes sir! they will finally get to see their baby girl in action!”

“they didn’t come out for a single grand prix last year?” alex raises a brow.

“i wasn’t winning races last year,” you counter, “i told them not to worry about spending that money during my rookie year. not everyone’s parents are loaded, you know.”

which, was a true statement. 

your parents had invested their time, hard-earned cash, weekends off, and a portion of their lives to get you here. you didn’t expect them to fly out for every single grand prix, make every event, or pay another dime towards your expenses. 

unlike many of the drivers, you were not born into an extremely lavish lifestyle. your parents were modest people, who happened to have a child later in life. ever since you were born, they lived in the same house, drove the same vehicles, and got by adequately. since they both worked full-time, getting you into the racing world was no simple feat. 

yet, they were determined to make your dreams become a reality. after years of careful coordination to the karting tracks, weekends devoted to races, and thousands upon thousands of dollars spent, you were offered a contract with williams racing. of course, you accepted that offer graciously. 

now, you were steadily paying your parents back for their dedication. once you signed your contract and those zeroes hit your bank account, you went out to the nearest dealership, purchasing a suburu wrx. with the premium package, at that. 

you would never forget your dad’s face the moment you pulled into the driveway, beaming as you placed the keys in his hand. 

that was one of the only moments you had ever watched him cry, wrapping you up in a tight, loving embrace.

“you didn’t have to do this. being your father is a gift in itself.”

“but you deserve it. you’ve sacrificed so much so that i could be in this position.”

“and you deserve nothing but the best, baby girl. you are going to be one of the greatest drivers formula one has ever seen. you make us so proud. keep making us proud. keep defying those odds. keep making history, baby girl.”

keep making history, baby girl.

as you stroll into the paddock, greeting the engineers, pit crew, and other team members, you can’t shake that feeling brewing deep within. 

it’s is a fiery desire, setting you ablaze with determination. 

you were going to keep making history. 

you were going to be the first american to win the miami grand prix. 

you were going to be the first woman to win two consecutive grand prixes. 

you were going to be the first woman to earn that title of world champion. 

you were going to chase that high. by any means possible. 

and nothing was going to stop you now. 

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“look at him,” lewis hamilton shakes his head, “he looks absolutely pitiful.”

“you think his little relationship is on the rocks?” 

“quite the contrary mate,” lewis remarks, folding his arms across his chest, “i think it’s more like the poor man is depraved. obviously the euphoria has worn off. he’s come down from that high. the man is craving more. plain and simple. a hand can only do–”

“i don’t need the mental image of my team principal wanking off,” george russell scoffs, rubbing his temple, “fuck, that is disgusting, lewis.”

toto wolff stood a few meters away from the drivers, engaged in deep conversation with bono and members of the crew. now that lewis knew the truth, he couldn’t help but notice how much power that american girl held over the team principal. it was almost as if he were deep in a trance, under some sort of spell. 

it was pitiful, really. just the sight of her was enough to send the team principal spiraling, intoxicated off her alluring aura. not like lewis could blame toto, though. there was no denying that the woman was extremely breathtaking. 

with her stunning features, witty mouth, unapologetic personality, and angelic presence, she was practically miss america.

well, not practically. 

she was miss america.  

everyone adored her. lewis could barely go throughout his morning without hearing her name being mentioned. whether it was fans, journalists, social media, even members of the mercedes crew, she was the hot topic of formula one, taking the world by storm.

toto was a lucky man. an extremely lucky man. 

if only she was into men her age. 

“my apologies mate,” lewis nudges george with his elbow playfully, “did we have anything going on today? any obligations?”

george’s brow furrow, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, “if we’re being honest, i can’t really remember. i think something to do with monster energy, maybe.”

“perfect,” lewis licks his lower lip, fishing his phone out of his pocket. 

time to text that little assistant. 

in all seriousness, he felt horrible for taking advantage of that young girl. she was only nineteen for fuck’s sakes, a fresh face to mercedes at the start of the 2024 season. that made her the perfect target to do his bidding. 

well, it wasn’t really bidding. 

more like investigative journalism. 

at least, that’s what lewis told himself to feel a little less guilty for what he was about to do. 

hey, do you by chance know toto’s schedule today?

seconds later, little text bubbles appear. 

he was meeting with you guys this morning, then he has an interview with the press around two-thirty p.m. it’s nothing super serious, just a brief session entailing his thoughts for the weekend. at four, he has a zoom call with a few of the mercedes execs. after that, he told me he was going to be out for the remainder of the evening. why? 

hmmm. how convenient. 

i was just curious. thanks for letting me know! i appreciate you, natila. 

of course, mr. hamilton! let me know if you need anything else! :))) 

it was now or never. go time.

after the meeting with the mercedes executives, lewis hamilton was going to knock on toto wolff’s door. he was going to stroll into that office, settling into one of those plush leather chairs. and before toto had the opportunity to speak, lewis was going to confront him about that american girl. 

how he was going to start that conversation, he had no idea. that would come to him in time as he went about his day, meeting with sponsors, flashing that lovely lewis smile, flirting with the reporters just a little. not too much so that it was obvious, but enough to make them blush a tad, giggling as they scrambled to stick to their script. 

but for now, it was time to focus on the matters at hand. 

across the track, a dutch driver strolls through the crowds, a jersey in one hand, phone in the other. glancing down at his screen, he curses under his breath at the throng of people. why were there so many people? where did they all come from? 

pausing for a moment, he taps his screen, thumb gliding through his contacts. 

“hey, where are you again?”

“we’re in the williams paddock!” her voice is an octave higher than usual, more than likely from anticipation, “we’ll see you soon!”

“sounds good,” max verstappen stifles a chuckle as he hears a voice on the other end, the words firm, demanding almost.  

“honey, who are you talking to? who’s coming over here?” 

“mom, please, just let me be on the phone for two seconds,” she exhales, “okay, i have to go. i’ll see you soon!” 

the walk to the williams paddock was excruciating, as max had to bob and weave through the masses to avoid reporters, potential sponsors, and any individual who called his name. it’s not like he didn’t like the fame that came with his success, it’s just that he didn’t like the constant cameras in his face. the prying questions. the intrusive comments. 

sometimes he wished he could just blend in, be like any other face in the crowd. yet, how could he when he was max verstappen? 

yet, as he steps into the paddock, he makes out the williams driver, her parents hovering around her as she introduces them to various members of the crew. at the sight, max can’t help but feel the corners of his lips curl into a smile as he notices the sheer and utter pride plastered across their faces. 

and they had every right to be proud of you. 

you earned it. 

“goedemorgen,” max clears his throat, raising his hand for a small wave, “i just came to stop by.”

the instant your mom realizes who is standing before her in the paddock, her eyes widen, lips parting, “oh my gosh – honey. look who it is!” 

“good morning max,” your laughter rings like bells as you cross over to the dutch driver, “how are you?”

“pretty good,” he nods, sticking out his right hand, “hallo, i’m max.”

your dad shakes his hand, squeezing it firmly, “nice to meet ya, max. i’m tony. this is my wife, heather.”

“pleased to meet you,” max beams, turning to your mom, “i brought something for you today. your daughter mentioned that you were a big fan of mine. so, i brought this jersey for you. she let me know your shirt size, so it should fit perfectly. my signature is on there somewhere, but i just can’t quite remember where.”

graciously, heather accepts the jersey, her eyes glossy, shifting to you as she wipes a tear, “oh, honey, you planned this?”

“of course i did,” wrapping an arm around her shoulders, you pull her in for a hug, “i couldn’t bear the thought of you guys attending the race without meeting any of my friends. besides, you deserve an all-inclusive experience at your first grand prix.”

“besides,” max shoots you a wink, “i wanted to meet the woman who crafted such a talented driver.”

at max’s compliment, your mom’s face flushes, “oh please! i can barely make it on the freeway without having a nervous breakdown. i don’t know how she can drive these things. it amazes me how confident she is and–.”

“i could show you,” max offers, “i have some free time tomorrow. i’m sure we could all meet up somewhere and i could take you for a spin, show you the ropes. how does that sound?”

“oh max,” your mom waves a hand, “you do not–”

“but i want to. it’s no issue. no issue at all.” 

“then it’s a plan,” you can’t help but grin as your moms’ eyes light up, “what time works for you, max? since it’s only thursday, we’ll have some time in the morning before the practice laps. or, we could go after. whatever works for you.”

“let’s go in the morning,” max suggests, checking his phone, “i think i can make a few calls. have someone bring in a car. we’ll take it out on the track.”

“is that allowed?” your mom arches a brow, “i just don’t want you two to get in any sort of trouble. 

“oh mom,” you roll your eyes playfully, gesturing to max, “that is max verstappen. whatever max verstappen wants, max verstappen gets.”

“she’s not wrong.”

“okay fine,” your mom nods, and you feel a giggle forming at her overprotective nature. 

“just don’t give me a heart attack out there, max. i have a very important race to watch on sunday.”

as your parents talk to max, alex making his way into the conversation, you feel the buzz of your phone in your pocket. carefully, you fish it out, ensuring to shield your screen from your mom’s wandering gaze. 

this is unbearable. i need to see you tonight. are you going to have any free time? i vaguely recall you mentioning that your parents were going to be here. i will take no offense if you would like to spend time with them. i know you do not get to see them often. 

i need to be inside you, schatzi. i can’t think straight right now because the only thing i can think about is fucking that perfect pussy of yours. 

i miss my golden girl. more than anything. 

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“lewis? this is a pleasant surprise.”

“how’s it going mate?” lewis hamilton bears a quaint smile as he settles into a chair, face-to-face with the team principal, “things going well?”

“eh,” toto shrugs, his head bowed as he types away on his phone, “same old shit, you know.” 

“things going well with the horseback rider?”

oh, so he wasn’t going to drop it. silently, toto curses the attentive nature of his british driver, “they’re fine.”

“so,” lewis leans back, folding his arms across his chest, “when were you going to fess up and admit that your little girlfriend doesn’t ride horses?”

“i don’t understand what you–”

lewis scoffs, clicking his tongue, “i know exactly who your little girlfriend is because she’s a few spaces ahead of me on the grid.”

shit.

the expression painting lewis’ features is brimmed with satisfaction, his gaze piercing right through the team principal as he shifts uneasily in his desk chair, running a hand through his hair. 

toto was well aware that lewis had completely blindsided him, pinning him in a corner. it was quite literally perfect timing, as the team principal was merely minutes away from organizing his things, shutting down his computer, and heading out the door, well on his way to his golden girl. 

well played, lewis. well played. 

yet, he had to maintain his composure. he had to maintain that poker face as lewis cocks his head, prompting him to formulate some sort of witty retort. 

“i’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“bullshit,” lewis shakes his head, “you’re not a very good liar, toto. you of all people should know that i can read you like a bloody book. how long has this been going on?”

well, he had to fess up now. lewis would continue to call him out on his shit if he kept up with the lies. letting out a shaky breath, the team principal hangs his head in defeat, his heart thumping against his rib-cage, wiping his damp palms on his slacks.

no going back now. time to come clean. 

“since she won in jeddah. but if we’re being technical, it started in bahrain.”

“wait,” lewis sticks his hands up, squeezing his eyes shut, “pause. this has been going on since the start of the season? for weeks you’ve been sneaking around, meeting up with her in secret or something? was she the one who came to brackley between melbourne and suzuka?”

with all of the questions pouring from lewis’ mouth, toto’s mind reeled, a swirling torrent of anxiety, fear, and disappointment. his cheeks burn with shame, tinged pink. 

“yes, she was.”

tilting his head, lewis’ lips purse, “you like her?”

“well isn’t that blatantly fucking obvious,” propping his elbows on the desk, he massages his temples with his fingers, “how did you find out?”

“it wasn’t hard,” lewis shrugs, “i mean, i see the way you look at her.” 

toto’s eyes narrow at lewis’ vague response, “how. did. you. find. out?”

“natila texted me about it,” lewis coughs, averting the team principal’s beady stare, “she may have heard a conversation or two.” 

“regarding?” toto presses, satisfaction pumping in his veins as lewis starts to crack, shifting in the chair, “come on, lewis. you can’t just march in here and demand answers from me without sharing your sources. what did natila hear?”

“she heard the entire conversation you had with the drive to survive crew while we were in suzuka. they mentioned that they had footage of you walking over to her motorhome. that’s all natila heard. don’t fire the poor girl,” the words were rushed, breathy, “it was my fault. i asked her what she heard. i told her i would pay her if she told me what she knew.”

“well,” toto blinks, swallowing thickly, “did you end up paying her?”

“only like five thousand.”

“that’s quite a large sum over something you could have just asked me about personally,” clasping his hands together, toto raises a brow, “why didn’t you just come to me instead?”

“because you got so fucking defensive the first time i asked about it!” 

lewis did have a point. 

a good point, at that.

it was not like the team principal would have withheld information regarding his developing relationship with the williams driver. it was more like he feared what would ensue if he did share what had transpired. he trusted lewis, he really did. additionally, it wasn’t like this was just some average woman. his career, her future, and so much more were at stake. the benefits of keeping it all under wraps greatly outweighed the risk of discovery. 

more importantly, he was protective of his golden girl. 

she was his little escape from it all. a breath of fresh air after excruciatingly long nights in the paddock or disappointing days on the track. she was his sun, shining her vivid, warm, golden rays into his dreary and dull life. 

sure, toto was a billionaire. but money was not everything. 

nearly every day, toto’s mind wandered to their time spent together in brackley. the way she felt against his skin. the way her shy smile was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. the way her fingers felt intertwined with his. the way her lashes fluttered as she slept, lips parted ever so slightly. the way his hands roamed her curves, relishing the softness of her. 

that memory alone was worth far more than the number of zeroes in his bank account. 

“you’re falling in love, aren’t you?”

lewis’ voice is low, dangerously quiet. yet, there’s a curious glint in his eyes, the bitterness and anger no longer present. his body language is more relaxed, legs crossed, the driver fiddling with his thumbs. 

“i –” toto stutters, scrambling to find the right words, “yes, i am.”

“does she know?” 

“no,” he inhales sharply, “she doesn’t.”

“you want to tell her though, don’t you?”

“it would just feel rushed,” the team principal dismisses lewis’ inquiry, his voice hardening, “i have to be realistic here. no one falls in love that quickly. that’s just petulant.”

“well look at it this way,” lewis offers, “if you’ve had your eye on her for some time, then it’s really not that rushed. clearly, if you’re feeling those emotions so deeply, then it’s accumulated over time. i don’t want to pry, but how long have you been attracted to her?”

“you don’t want to know,” a chuckle rumbles in the team principal’s chest, “it’s embarrassing, really.”

“no, no, no,” lewis tuts, “tell me, toto. how long?”

“december 2022, when she signed her contract with williams. when i saw that photo of her, i knew i had to have her. last summer, in monaco, i may have slipped up and approached her at the afterparty. i flirted with her, but she dismissed me. so, i kept my distance. however, it was just growing harder and harder to stay away. it was impulsive, that night in bahrain. but i wanted to make a move before anyone else got to her.”

as toto finishes, he can’t help but notice lewis’ smirk, “holy shit, toto. you’ve been wrapped around her finger for quite some time then, yeah?”

“i wouldn’t say that–” toto begins, clicking his tongue, yet, he’s swiftly cut off as a new figure cracks open the door. 

george russell leans against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. his lips are pressed together, forming a tightly wound frown. 

“way to include me in the gossip session, guys. what did i miss? clearly, quite a lot. if you don’t mind, i would like to join the conversation. toto, would you start from the top? even though i’ve already heard most of it, when were you going to bring it to my attention that you were fucking that bloody williams driver?”

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[ziggyzolch]

Queen Bee-atch III (Regina George x reader)

These chapters have been up on ao3 and wattpad but I figured i'd put them here as well.

Warnings: Cursing, use of F-slur but its kind of stupid so dont worry

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“You look like hell.” It was Thursday and Janis had invited you over. “Thanks,” you mumble out while pushing past her into her house. You could navigate her house blind, it's basically your second home now. You go into her room and flop straight into her bed. “You still having trouble sleeping?” Janis asks while plopping down onto the floor. She was surrounded by music sheets and crumpled up paper, her guitar on the ground next to her. You sluggishly sit up and look at her, “Yeah, I just can’t stop thinking.” “About what?” “Nothing, I don’t know,” You push the palms of your hands against your eyes.

You and Janis have weekly jam sessions. Chilling with your best friend and learning new songs to play together was your favorite pastime. Damien joins occasionally and sings along since you and Janis can’t sing for shit. At least you think so.

“Let’s just find a song then you can nap on my bed or something.” Janis proposes. Getting up, you pick up the acoustic guitar at the corner of the room and make your way to where she was seated. This week was your turn to pick a song.

“You’ll love this song. I discovered it recently and-”

“It’s Alex G again, isn't it? The chords he uses are so weird!”

“Yeah but-”

“Please tell me you have another song.”

You sigh, “I really thought you’d agree to that one. Let’s just play ‘Where is Your Mind’ or something.”

Janis is tuning her guitar when you get a text from your mother.

-We’re going shopping. I expect you to be at the mall in 20 minutes.-

You groan and lay your whole body onto the ground. “I know I’m already here but can I get a raincheck on the session? My mom is dragging me to go shopping” You sigh while getting up. “Yeah, no worries.” Janis replies, unbothered. God you really needed to sleep.

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“Seriously, mother?” Your mom was holding up a pink shirt with ‘baby gurlz’ plastered on the front. She had dragged you to the mall to upgrade your wardrobe. You needed new clothes because, according to your mother, you looked like an ‘emo beggar’. Your mother rolls her eyes “You dress like a hobo that lives at Hot Topic, baby. No offense.” It’s been 3 hours since you came in and you hadn’t found anything you liked. You take the shirt out of her hands and place it back on the rack.

“Can we just go home? I have an English test tomorrow and I haven’t started studying.” The lie comes out easily. In reality, you just wanted to nap. It’s been 3 days and you’ve gotten a total of 2 hours of sleep. A sigh comes out of your mothers mouth, “You know what, go sit in the car, you’re wearing whatever I buy you. Your outfit is going to be on your desk tomorrow morning.” She could buy you a dinosaur onesie and you wouldn’t care, you just wanted to nap.

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Unsurprisingly, the nap plan didn’t work out. You passed out eventually though, an hour before school, but at least it was something. You were now at your locker, clad in a white crop-top and baby blue skirt that was way too short. You hadn’t actually realized what your mother had picked out until a wide-eyed Damien grabbed your shoulder and dragged you to the bathroom. “Girl, what are you wearing? Also, did you lose weight?” You look at Damien confused, until you turn to the mirror. “Oh what the f-”

“Damien? What poor girl did you drag- the fuck?” Janis looks at you in shock, Cady standing behind her, while you stare back equally mortified. “You look like a pastel emo, dude.” Janis says while walking up to you and spinning you around. You stomp your foot. “Stop! I already feel bad enough.” You whine while pushing Janis off you and turning back to the mirror. Damien walks up behind you and stops your hands that were pulling at your shirt. “Girl you got bod, and those clothes lowkey look good on you.” Your eye roll is interrupted by the bell ringing. Shit.

Your thoughts start going crazy as you’re walking to English class. God they can see my legs! They probably know you don’t usually wear skirts. They’re probably all like: ‘look at her. You know she usually doesn’t wear skirts?’

Before you know it, you're sitting at your desk in English class, looking at your notebook. When did you get here? Huh, time flies when you’re having fun. You’re giggling at your own joke when you hear someone clearing their throat next to you. Regina?

“Did you hear anything I just said? Are you even actually physically present? It’s like I’m talking to a wall.” Regina raises an eyebrow waiting for a response. “Oh uh, hi.” You mumble out pathetically. She lets out a mocking ‘hi’ before continuing, “Anyways, I’ll pick you up after school for our project.” Project? What? You look up at the board and finally notice the list of instructions written down for a book report you had to do, with details of the partners the teacher had assigned. How much of the class had passed? Your question is answered when the bell signaling the end of the period rings.

You stand up too fast and start swaying before Regina gets up and holds you by your waist to steady you. “Woah there, slow down babe,” She pauses and looks you up and down. She bends down slightly to stare directly into your eyes and taps your cheek, “Cute outfit. See you after school.”

She packs her things and walks past you into the hallway.

You really need to sleep.

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It's like the bottom of your skirt was a mountain climber the way it kept hiking up with every step you took. At least it's almost the end of the day. One more period and you'd be on your way home. You were dragging your feet across the hall when you felt a slap on your ass. You turn around to see one of the jocks ,that you couldn't for the life of you remember the name of, smirking down at you.

Curse him out! Why are you just standing there? Your mouth flops open and closed like a fish, trying to come up with a devastating insult.

"F-Faggot."

...What the fuck? Your eyes widened. Before you could properly process what you said, you were pushed up against a locker with the jock impossibly close to you. "Say that again, slut." He grits his teeth, pushing you further into the locker. You're suddenly released and a very angry Regina was holding him by his shirt collar. "Apologize to her." You'd hate to be on the receiving end of the glare she's giving him. He scoffs, "You've gotten soft, Regina. Anyways, I was just giving her a compliment!" Regina's eyes somehow harden even more. "If the next words that come out of your mouth aren't an apology, Shane. I swear to god." His confidence falters and he eventually mumbles out an apology. "Walk away, and take your micro-penis with you."

Regina hears a giggle from below her and her eyes soften as she sees you on the floor. She helps you up and adjusts your clothes.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's whatever."

She stares at you for a second.

"Take out your phone."

"What? Why-"

She pulls your phone out of your hand.

"I'm putting in my number, idiot."

What?

"For the project? I'm picking you up after school, remember?"

"Oh yeah. Pfft. Totally."

Giving your phone back and rolling her eyes, she turns away and leaves. From the corner of your eye you catch Janis and Damien stomping over. "Dude, why were you talking to Regina? Also our plan is working, Caddy's growing on them." You look at Janis, confused before she continues, "You need to sleep dude. Whatever we have health together let's find Caddy and get to class." Damien puts his arm around you and you all start walking. "What were you talking about with Regina, by the way?" He questions while adjusting his arm around you, "We got paired up for a project. A book report or something." You avoid bringing up the fact that you got harassed.

You love Janis and Damien, truly, but they tend to be a little overprotective. "Hah! What a nightmare!" Janis laughs. You look down at the floor, your face turning slightly red, mumbling, "She isn't that bad." The conversation dies out as you approach the classroom, Cady greeting you at the door. "Hey! So, Aaron invited me to this Halloween party..." Cady's voice fades as you sit down and put your head down onto your desk.

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"Nice room, Blondie." You say, going further into Regina's room. She had been waiting for you outside the school in her convertible, making it impossible for you to get out of spending time with her. Despite her recent tolerability, you couldn't forget how she used to treat you.

Regina smiles, "Thanks, Y/N. It was my mom's but I made her trade it."

"Woah. 'Y/N'? Are you going soft on me, Blondie?"

"Shut up."

You walk around her room and spot a couple of vinyls. Green day? My Chemical Romance? The Yeah Yeah Yeahs? The Strokes! What!

"Blondie, you have taste?"

Regina flips around and stomps towards you, taking the 'Stereophonics' vinyl out of your hands. "Stop going through my shit, Gerard." Back to square one.

She watches you adjust your skirt and pull at your shirt uncomfortably. Walking into her closet, she finds a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt she hadn't worn in years. You were awkwardly standing in the middle of her room before you felt a bunch of clothes hit your face.

The shock passes and you smile at her gratefully while she rolls her eyes and takes a seat at her desk. Should you go to her bathroom? Whatever, she's already seen you shirtless. Her face turns red while she pretends not to notice you changing in front of her. You finish up and take out your laptop, taking a seat on the floor. She swivels her chair to face you, "So, what book were you thinking?" You look up at her, slightly shocked. You didn't think she'd give you a choice.

"Oh. Uh. The Bell Jar?"

"Too bleak."

"It ends nicely though!"

"No! Pick something else."

"Okay, uh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation?" You propose with an eyebrow raised.

She glares at you.

"Are all the books you read just about mentally ill women?"

You sigh, "Pretty much. Oh! What about Matilda!"

She opens her mouth to argue, then pauses for a moment.

"Actually that doesn't sound too bad. Matilda it is."

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An hour passed before Regina looked up from her report and found you curled up on her floor, your laptop discarded to the side. After putting away your laptop, she approaches you and stares down at you. Hands on her hips, she looks around before letting out a breath and picking you up. "Gina?" You mumble out.

She shushes you and places you on her bed. "No. No, it's fine. I have to finish the report." Attempting to sit up, you whine when she pushes you back onto her bed. "We have a week till it's due. Rest." She leaves no room to argue as she tucks you in. "No! Oh wow. Your bed is so comfortable." Your eyes start drifting close and the last thing you see is Regina placing a kiss on your head.

✮✮✮

"I mean I've been dressing up as a mouse since freshman year, why would I change now?" Karen's voice takes you out of your blissful slumber. How long have you been asleep? "You're barely even a mouse, Karen." You could hear Gretchen reply. The sun had started setting, from what you could tell. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and looking around the room. Gretchen and Karen were sitting on the floor while Cady was laying above the sheets next to you. "Hey sleepyhead!" Cady pinches your cheek and tackles you when you try to push her away. She straddles your waist and starts tickling you. "Dude!...Stop!" You say in between giggles.

"What's going on here?" Regina must've been in the bathroom, "Finally up? I was getting ready to call the funeral house, Gerard." She was wearing sweatpants and a tank top. You accidentally glance down at her chest and turn away quickly, blushing, unaware of Regina's knowing smirk. She must've changed when you wear asleep.

Cady finally stops her assault on you. "Ha. Ha" You roll your eyes, moving to get up when Cady grabs your arm and pulls you back down, "Did you wrestle a bear or something?" Looking down to see what she was talking about, you notice a huge hand shaped bruise on your shoulder. You can feel everybody's eyes on you. "Oh, I fell during PE. It's nothing" You shrug her hand away and rub your shoulder, walking towards the walk-in closet, ignoring Regina's eyes burning a hole in your back. Bending down to pick up your clothes, a bright pink book catches your attention.

"Hey. Why didn't you tell Cady about Shane- No!" Regina's eyes widen as rushes towards you and pulls the book out of your hand. It's too late, your page had been the first one you found when you opened the book. Standing up, your voice wavers, "Thank you for being so accommodating, I'll get out of your hair now." You bump your shoulder into her getting out of the closet, hurting yourself more than her.

The silence that followed after you slammed the door on your way out was loud. Regina plops down next to Karen and Gretchen, Cady following after her. Running her hands through her hair, Regina sighs and stares at her bedroom door.

"Fuck."

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[polydeuces]

ＳＭＳ: ｓｅｘ， ｍｏｎｅｙ， ｓｏｌｕｔｉｏｎｓ

pair: alex turner x fem! reader

summary: alex turner and reader hit the stage together in la, sparking fan frenzy and speculation about their chemistry. as they tease future collaborations, fans eagerly await what's next for this dynamic duo.

requests are open!

arcticmonkeys

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arcticmonkeys: Another unforgettable night in LA. Amazing crowd. We got to share the stage with this incredible talent itsy/n, who killed it tonight! Can't wait to do it again.

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itsy/n: Thanks, guys! I had a blast ! Can't wait for our next show together. 😉

casualmusicfan: OMG, my two favorite musicians on stage together! This is like a dream come true! You both were amazing I am so shocked wow!!

alexlover: we all saw the videos and pics, yall have so much chemistry its electric

ynswife: please tell me there's more coming! pleasee

mybabyyn: I'm getting major rockstar power couple vibes here. hmm?

amdaily: loved the show tonight! you guys bring so much energy to the stage. when y/n came out i think i almost blacked out. i was in the front row, and it was insane!

itsyn: You're all amazing! Your energy tonight was off the charts. Stayed tuned for more shows and maybe even a little something special from us in the near future..

itsy/n

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itsy/n: Last night's show was electric ⚡️ ! Performing with arcticmonkeys was a wild experience. Here's a sneak peek of our backstage-ness. We might have a little something in the works... Stay tuned.

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cornerstonefan: Are you two working on something new or not? The suspense is killing me! 😩

fluorescentave: backstage with alex? wow, i’d love to be a fly on the wall for that

tranquilityechoes: Is it just me, or do they seem like they are more than just collab partners?? I smell a collaboration AND a relationship brewing

ben_chappell_: you bring out the best in the band! amazing show, y/n.

alexturnerupdates

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alexturnerupdates: Okay, I'm calling it! Officially breaking the news! Alex Turner and Y/n L/n are definitely more than just friends. Have you seen how they with each other? 😍 The chemistry is off the charts! If you need proof, just check out their latest Instagram posts. So what do you think? Are they the new rock power couple?

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amalways: Totally agree! I've been noticing it for a while now. They would make the perfect couple!

insiderfan: The way they interact on stage and off is too cute. I ship them so hard! Please let this be true! That kiss pic has to be realll!

y/nlovesme: ngl if they're together, they might just be the hottest couple in music right now..

guitatdreams: finally, someone said it! ive been suspecting this for months. they better confirm it.

arcticmonkeys1: think they look great together! They have such a fun energy. I'm here for it! 💖"

Famous Musician and Arctic Monkeys Singer Rumored to Be Dating

article by saturn , 2024.

Famous musician and 14x grammy winner, Y/n L/n, and Arctic Monkeys singer, Alex Turner, are reportedly dating, according to multiple sources. The rumors began to swirl after the two were spotted together at the studio and at several dinners. Y/n L/n, who bears a striking resemblance to Stevie Nicks, has been making waves in the music industry lately. Her latest album, "The Tortured Poets Department," debuted at number one on the Billboard 200 chart. Turner, on the other hand, is the frontman of the popular band Arctic Monkeys. The band's latest album, "The Car," was released in 2022.

The rumors of a romance between the two have been met with mixed reactions from their fans. Some are excited about the possibility of the two musicians dating, while others are skeptical. However, there is no denying the chemistry between the two on stage. In a recent interview, L/n was asked about the rumors of her relationship with Turner. She remained tight-lipped, but did say that she "admires" the Arctic Monkeys singer. Whilst Turners reply gave insight into how he sees her as a songwriter stating, “She is an incredible songwriter and anybody who says anything else? they have issues. And maybe not a very sophisticated palette.” Only time will tell if the rumors of a romance between L/n and Turner are true. However, one thing is for sure: the two musicians make a great couple on and possibly off stage.

[sstar-ggirl]

The Lights shine brighter when you’re there.

Pairing: Alex Turner x AFAB!reader (but u can read as wtv u want)

Word count:1081 (this ain’t a blurb ts a fic atp😭💀)

Summary: filming for TBHC, 2018 era, super cute fluff shit

Mars rambles abt things: AIGHT SO I NEED THIS MAN TERRIBLY BAD. ESPECIALLY TBHC ALEX😭. Anyways I wrote a cute little fluff fic for the first time in forever bc I had time(FINALLY) anyways I’ll try to write as much as I can.

The set was abuzz with anticipation as Alex Turner prepared to film the music video for his latest album. Surrounded by a team of producers and filming crew, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for this particular project. The album was a supposed to be “a playful tune, super smooth but makes you feel expensive”he said when you asked about it. It carried a personal touch that resonated deeply with him – and he had the perfect person to share the screen with, his girlfriend, you. His most prized possession, something he wants to show off forever.

As the cameras started rolling, the set was transformed into a mesmerizing, eye catching jazz bar. The director, recognizing the unique connection between Alex and you, aimed to capture not just the essence of the song but also the genuine emotion shared between you two. The first scene unfolded in a dimly lit but well decorated jazz bar, the air heavy with the lingering notes of the melody.

Alex, dressed in his signature 70s style, met you in the center of the set, dressed in a tight black dress with a long slit in the side, black heels with gold accessories. There was an unspoken understanding between you two, a silent agreement to let the music guide the movements. As the haunting notes filled the room, you two moved with a fluidity that spoke of a deep, unspoken connection. It was more than just a regular dance; it was a dance of the heart.

The director, observing from behind the monitors, couldn't help but marvel at the chemistry on display. The raw emotion conveyed through his and your expressions painted a vivid picture of love and longing. The first scene wrapped, leaving everyone on set with a sense of anticipation for what was to come.

During a break, Alex and you found a quiet corner to steal a moment away from the commotion. You two shared a deep hug and kiss, acknowledging the magic that was created by you two. As you two broke from the kiss, Alex couldn't help but express his gratitude for having you by his side.

"(Y/N), you brought something special to this video, in fact this whole album – something only you could inspire. It's like the songs, the lyrics, the melodies come to life when you're here, or at home or sitting in the studio waiting for me to wrap up. You are truly the muse for my art." he confessed, his eyes reflecting sincerity.

You grinned and blushed, "Well, I happen to think your music brings out the best in me too, Alex. This is a great masterpiece in every sense."

As the day progressed, the scenes became more diverse, each one telling a different chapter of the song's story. From a rooftop overlooking the casino to a dimly lit jazz bar to the pool setting, the couple seamlessly transitioned from one setting to another, their connection intensifying with each passing frame.

The highlight of the video was a sequence where Alex and you found yourselves dancing under a canopy of fairy lights. The soft glow accentuated the tenderness in your movements, creating a visual poetry that mirrored the song's emotional depth. The crew watched in awe as the couple moved through the enchanting scene, your silhouettes etched against the twinkling lights.

As the day drew to a close, the final scene approached. The director wanted to capture an intimate moment between Alex and you that would serve as the emotional climax of the video. The setting was a quiet, candlelit room – a metaphorical space where their love could unfold without any distractions. A safe haven that hides all troubles and shows your true self to eachother.

The room was adorned with vintage furniture and flickering candles, casting a warm glow on as you two stood face to face. The soft strains of the song echoed in the background, creating a cocoon of intimacy around you. The director, satisfied with the day's work, whispered instructions to the cinematographer, signaling the start of the final scene.

With a subtle nod, the cameras began to roll, capturing the delicate nuances of the couple's expressions. Alex gently reached for your hand, his touch conveying a silent reassurance. His eyes locked, and in that moment, the world outside the set ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, immersed in the emotions the song evoked.

As the lyrics unfolded, Alex sang with a soul-stirring resonance, his voice intertwining with yours in a beautiful harmony. The vulnerability in your eyes told a story of love, heartbreak, and the unspoken promise of togetherness. The director, realizing the magic happening before him, chose to let the scene unfold organically, without interrupting the flow.

The room seemed to disappear, replaced by a realm where only your emotions mattered. Alex's thumb traced gentle circles on your hand, a silent gesture of comfort. Your closeness spoke volumes, transcending the scripted nature of the scene. It was a genuine moment, an unfiltered expression of the love they shared.

As the last notes of the song lingered in the air, the director called for a cut. The crew erupted into applause, acknowledging the authenticity and beauty captured in that final scene. Alex momentarily pulled out of that intimate bubble, shared a knowing smile, proud of the art you two had created together. You couldn’t stop staring at him falling deep in love within each second.

With the filming wrapped, the couple found themselves outside the studio, bathed in the soft glow of the evening. The air was crisp, and the city lights twinkled in the distance. They walked hand in hand, reflecting on the day's journey.

"I can't believe we did it," you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and exhaustion. Alex grinned, "It was magical, wasn't it? Having you by my side made it even more special. You’re really a present full of surprises aren’t you"

Later on, after leaving set, you two continued to stroll through the quiet streets, savoring the post-production bliss. The city seemed to have slowed down just for them, allowing them to relish the shared triumph. The music video, a testament to their love and collaboration, was destined to become a visual masterpiece.

Days later, as the video premiered to the world, fans and critics alike were captivated by the palpable chemistry between Alex Turner and you, (Y/N) (L/N). The comments flooded in, praising not only the song but also the genuine connection that elevated the video to a realm beyond ordinary music visuals.

In interviews, Alex and you shared snippets of their experience, emphasizing the organic nature of the collaboration. The music video, now a symbol of their artistic minds, resonated with audiences on a profound level, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of those who watched it.

As the applause echoed and the views skyrocketed, Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment. His journey- no Your journey together, from the studio to the screen, had not only produced a beautiful piece of art but had also strengthened the bond between eachother. The music video became a cherished chapter in your love story, a visual representation of the magic that happens when two hearts beat in perfect harmony.

[cumikering]

Alex Keller x reader 3

1.9k | fluff but kinda pervy

How you met Alex

Can be a one-shot, but here's part 1 and part 4

More for @glitterypirateduck 's Alex Keller challenge even though it's over (I'm sorry I love him too much)

Alex smiled politely at the elderly gentleman beside him who was a few decibels away from yelling – his determination to make small talk over the thumping music was admirable. The reception was great, but frankly it was getting late and he’d grown exhausted of socialising.

He hopped off the stool and leaned back onto the bar. He had a clear view of the dance floor where the bride danced with her friends. Sure, she was beautiful in her grand dress, but his eyes on her barely lasted a few seconds before following her gaze. The group had their attention on the lady in red.

He took another sip of his champagne. Your knee-length dress hugged your lovely hips, every sway gave him a peek of how blessed you were. The dress wasn’t low cut, but he could tell if you bent over just a little, your tits would threaten to spill over. Oblivious to his existence, your hips dragged on as if teasing. You sang along to the tune with your friends, your smile bright.

How didn’t I notice her before?

The flute froze against his lip. He couldn’t help imagining his large hands running down your smooth thighs, gripping them. He thought of grabbing you by your waist to feel every curve of yours against him, and how your ass would slap against his hips as he held on hard onto yours.

“Are you staring at my wife?” The groom chuckled, elbowing his ribs.

“No,” Alex coughed out. He turned towards the bar, suddenly aware of his lack of manners and the uninvited pulse in his pants. The flute clanked with the haste force of him putting it down.

“Who is it then?”

“Who’s in the red dress?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Liam faced the group again. “Oh, that’s Em’s cousin. They’re close, really cool girl. Want me to introduce you?”

“You’re just going to embarrass me,” he dismissed, downing the rest of his drink.

“I won’t. It’s fitting, just the best man getting introduced to the bride’s circle.” He gestured to his tailored suit. “Also, you don’t dress this well every day.”

“Oh God,” he groaned, rubbing his face.

He draped an arm around his shoulder. “Come on. You’ll be fine.” When he didn’t budge, Liam prodded again. “What if I tell Em to get her alone? Then you can work your own magic.”

A rejection would be humiliating, but how could he resist you?

He huffed out a ‘fine’ and watched Liam strut to the dancefloor. Right before he got to his bride, he looked back with a mischievous grin - the same one he’d been giving since they were preteens.

That’s when Alex knew he was going get played, yet it was too late to do anything about it. Defeated, he watched as Emily lit up at whatever bullshit Liam told. She pulled you in by the waist to whisper in your ear – something he also wanted to do. You chuckled before looking straight at him.

It caught him off guard that he could only give you a crooked smile. He straightened up as you walked over.

Now, Alex was a fairly confident person. He knew he wasn’t bad looking, had experience. This time though, he felt completely out of game. He didn’t know what to do as your eyes locked, but abiding to his instinct to look away wasn’t going to work in his favour. He braved himself to maintain the eye contact.

Your gaze wasn’t smug nor suggestive, yet you felt unapologetic, a touch intimidating, that it excited him. Your smile grew wider when you got to him.

“Hi, I hope Emily didn’t say anything embarrassing about me.”

“I don’t think so. She said you wanted to dance, but too shy to ask, that’s all.”

“Good.” He smiled. “I’m Alex, Liam’s friend.”

You nodded. “Nice to meet you. Still want to dance?”

He offered you an arm before walking back to the dancefloor. Like proud parents, Emily and Liam gave him thumbs up, and he hoped you didn’t see. Fortunately, a slower electronic song played, far more fitting to dance with you to. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he could smell your fading perfume.

You swayed – a talent of yours he’d observed, his tentative hands rested on your waist. He groaned internally at how perfect he fit there, like how he had so rudely fantasised moments ago.

“I like your tie.” You ran your finger over the knot of his blood red tie.

Bet it looks better on your wrists. It even goes with your dress. “Thank you.”

You looked so much prettier up close, your eyes bright and welcoming.

“How did you like the party?”

“Could have been better. I was eyeing you the whole time, but you never came to talk to me.”

His eyes went wide. “Really?”

You laughed. “I’m kidding. I enjoyed it, good food, good music. But if I’m honest, I was too busy catching up with the cousins.”

“I suppose that explains why I don’t think I even saw you before just now.”

“We don’t get to see each other often, so it’s always nice to finally have everyone together.”

“I would have loved to have seen you sooner.”

“But you didn’t even make the move,” you teased.

“That’s not entirely true. I was assisted.” He let out a laugh. “In my defence, I don’t know how to approach you without being weird. I can’t just walk up and dance with you - it’s not a club. And if you think I’m a creep, you’ll definitely tell Emily, who’ll tell Liam, and I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Ok, that’s fair.” You smiled. “It does sound like something I’d do.”

“You don’t mind making the first move?”

“I don’t. I get what I want.”

“Am I something that you want?”

“Maybe.”

He swiftly pulled you up against him, earning him a soft gasp. “Did Emily tell you how good I think you look?” he said into your ear.

“Oh yeah, she did,” you answered, amusement in your voice. “In fact, that’s all she said, but I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

He buried his face in your hair, chuckling. Liam got him after all. “Of course.”

“I think you’re really handsome in your suit.”

He pulled away, eyes softening as he looked at you, his thumbs rubbing your waist. “And you already know how very beautiful I find you.”

“I don’t. Tell me,” you dared, a glint in your eye.

“Maybe you’ll know if you lean in long enough.��

You laughed, giving him a playful smack. “Oh, you’re naughty.”

He grabbed your hand and held it against his chest. “I love how upfront you are. It's so refreshing to be reciprocated, like you're not playing the game alone.”

“I don’t play games. If I like you, you’ll know.”

“Can we start over? Let me make it up to you. I'll make the move this time.” He spun you around by the waist.

You chuckled, nodding at the rest of the girls a few feet away and carried on dancing.

He enjoyed the view for a few moments, watching you sway again before tapping your shoulder. You turned, your hair brushing against him.

“Hi, I’m sorry to disturb. I’m Alex. I was at the bar, and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are.” He knew the whole thing was downright cheesy, but he couldn’t get enough of your smile. “Would you like to dance with me?”

You chuckled, arms wrapping around his neck again.

“I hope your friends don’t mind me stealing you. I can tell you’re the favourite of the group, can’t help wanting to join in on the fun too.” This time, his hands gripped your waist with confidence.

“They’ll manage.”

“This dress is fantastic on you. You’re gorgeous.”

Your finger traced the outline of his lapel.

He might as well use his license to flirt to shamelessly declare his attraction. “What are you doing tomorrow? Can I see you again?”

“Okay, you can stop pretending, Alex.”

“I’m not. I do want to see you again, if you want to.”

“Oh.” Your eyes flicked up to him. “Well, I can’t tomorrow. We’re having a family day.”

It occurred to him there might not even be another chance. “We can meet next weekend, if you live around here?”

“I’d like that.”

He let out a tiny sigh of relief. “What’s your ideal date?”

“Will it be a date?”

“I want it to be. Do you?”

“Sure.” You smiled.

“Then it’d be our first. So tell me, what’s your ideal date?”

“I like movies, but probably not best for a first date. I’d rather get to know my date, so somewhere chill with good food would be great.” You looked up at him. “But I’m open to trying out new things. You got anything in mind?”

Alex slid down a little further. His thumbs grazed along the faintest dips where the band of your underwear dug on your hips. “Have you been to a shooting range?”

You shook your head.

“Interested at all? I’ll teach you the basics, maybe even impress you.”

“Not bad. You’re actually really smooth,” you teased.

“I want to woo you, and you let me. I want you to want me too.” After a beat he added, “Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? It’s only fun if you like it too.”

“I like it,” you reassured with a smile. “I should to head back though.” You stepped back, removing your arms from him.

“Do you need a ride?”

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” How convenient, a flawless excuse to be with you a little longer.

He didn’t realise it was the two of you left on the dancefloor as the group had moved to the bar. The chatter stalled as you approached. You bade your goodbyes, and when Alex announced he was driving you home, Liam gave him a knowing look and a firm pat on the back. Again, he hoped you didn’t see that.

You took his arm and on your way out, he took a stalk of pink rose from the doorway arrangement.

“For the pretty lady,” he said, presenting it to you. “Hope Emily doesn’t mind.”

“I won’t tell.” You smiled, the sweetest that evening. “Thank you.”

The streets were sparse and he was tempted to pretend to get lost to spend more time with you, but alas his body betrayed him.

At your door, he yawned. “I think I’m 30 minutes away from falling asleep.”

“Oh dear, that’s not good. Go now.” You nudged him.

“But I need your number first.” He took his phone out. “How soon can I text you?” he said when you gave it back to him.

“When you get home safe.” You gave his forearm a squeeze. “Thanks for the ride. I had so much fun, but you should go, really.”

Alex drove home with a smile, mind already wandering to seeing you again. You were too pleasing to the eyes. He sent you a quick text when he arrived and got ready for bed as fast as he could. Despite how tired his body was, his mind was too excited for rest to grace.

He didn’t like feeling like a pervert, but yes, he mentally undressed you and found your imagined-form absolutely beautiful. He owed himself the continuation of his lewd fantasy which was so rudely interrupted earlier. With you and your sweet smile in mind, his hand inched to his waistband.

Shameless tagging: @sofasoap @shadofireshinobi @macravishedbymactavish @two-gh0sts @tiredmetalenthusiast @rowanyaboats @opalcobol @ripoffsteveharrington @okamimarta @rekimitski @imantieverythingsoleavemealone

[peachtarto]

A Hundred Golden Urns - part iii

Pairing: Luke Castellan x unclaimed demigod (Alexandria)

Summary: Luke takes it upon himself to mentor an unclaimed camper

Warnings: none I think, if you find any please do let me know!

Part 1 here! Part 2 here!

Summer faded quickly, replaced by a brisk orange autumn. The camp stayed temperate, much to Alex’s surprise; the only hint that winter was on its way was the view of the forest beyond the camp boundary, turning more brown each day. She was grateful for the good weather, sparring would have been even harder in the rain and snow.

Luke had stayed true to his word; they’d trained every day from sun up to sun down, until they were both exhausted and cramping in every possible muscle. They’d do their chores in the evening, whilst the other remaining campers had their down time. He would keep her occupied with stories from his first years at camp, or tell her about the quests he hoped to go on one day. Most of his stories involved him narrowly escaping something thrown by Clarisse, or him just making it back into camp before the harpies found out he’d snuck off to the city.

The campers that remained had teased him endlessly at first. He’d been spending every hour of the day with her; Chris had even complained that he’d hear them talking way into the night on the steps of cabin 11, ruining his ‘beauty sleep’. He knew they were confused as to why he was putting in so much effort for an unclaimed camper who may not stick around and he’d tried not to let it bother him.

But it had stopped bothering him after two weeks.

Luke had risen early and realised he’d slept through the night. With a start he’d leaped from bed and out into camp, noting her bed laying empty in the cabin. He’d been about to call for Chiron and report a missing camper when he heard the sound of laughter, her laughter, from the pavilion.

There she was. Sat at table 11 peeling an orange, like it was something she did every morning. The Stoll brothers sat beside her, telling her some outrageous tale from their childhood that had her giggling into her peel. She looked up and caught his eye, and he tried not to let the surprise show on his face when she beckoned him over. He’d sat down on the bench to her right and they’d shared her orange for breakfast.

They did the same the next day, and the next, and the next. His worries about her not settling in seemed to disappear in an instant. Alex appeared at every breakfast, lunch and dinner; except for the rare times he found her asleep in the cabin after practice. He never woke her, just covered her with her blanket and slipped some bread rolls onto her nightstand.

The following week she started spear training with Clarisse, who had taken a liking to her at once when she’d realised she could teach another camper everything she knew from scratch, without that camper ever arguing back. She also took up archery with the Connor, who had come to Luke to make sure it was okay for him to ‘steal his girl’ in the afternoons. He found himself finding it hard to say yes, but had anyway; which is how he found himself as a spectator at the edge of the shooting range almost every day, trying to stay out of sight.

When he watched her train with the other campers he’d think on the little things she’d revealed in their weeks of conversations. He knew her favourite books, the music she liked to listen to, what dinners she preferred and which she’d happily chuck in the fire. He’d snatched up each bit of information and tucked it away for safe keeping. He’d tried to press for more useful things, things that might reveal where she’d come from. Things that might reveal who she might’ve come from. But she was still holding those cards close to her chest; when he asked a more probing question she’d shut him down instantly, or suddenly have somewhere else to be. The days he’d press too much were the days he’d hear her up in the middle of the night again, and he’d lay awake in his guilt until the morning.

Alex had seen Luke watching her practice sessions each day. Though he tried to stay out of sight, he wasn’t exactly subtle. He’d eye her footwork with such scrutiny during her sparring with Clarisse that it was almost impossible to ignore. She could sense him itching to get down into the ring and point out all her wrong moves.

Archery practice was no better. She could practically see the holes he bore into the side of Connor’s head, and she could feel them in the back of her own.

‘Don’t let him distract you.’ Connor had whispered in her ear when he noticed her lack of concentration. ‘He’s no good at archery, he’s coming down hear to see how badly you’ve got him beat.’

She’d laughed at that, loud and unrestrained; and Luke had found himself wishing that Connor didn’t exist.

October came and went, and though Alex showed promise of becoming an excellent camper, there had been no signs of her being claimed. Not that Luke really even knew what he should be looking out for. The gods tended to act on impulse, with little regard for the feelings of their children. He’d tried to tell her as much, but he knew it was hard to hear. She’d nodded and given a little ‘sure’, then taken herself off to the lake.

He rarely followed. He tried to give her space unless she’d made it clear she wouldn’t mind his company. On the days he did accompany her to the jetty, they’d sit in comfortable silence ; or at least she would, whilst he talked about his day or counselling duties. More often than not he’d just stay in the cabin, lying awake until he heard the door creak open and her feet tiptoeing in. That day however, he’d found it impossible not to go after her.

‘It’s normal you know,’ he said, plopping himself down beside her. ‘This stuff can take years. There’s no rush to become a Hercules. Most hero’s meet tragic ends anyway, you’re safer staying as you are. At least no one can send you on some doomed quest.’

She didn’t take her eyes off the lake, just replied, ‘And how do you know that’s what I’m thinking about?’

‘I don’t, just a wild guess. I know if I was unclaimed I’d be thinking about it everyday- hell, I did. But if not, then do enlighten me, what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours?’

She kicked water at him from where her legs dangled, sending a shower of droplets onto his lap. He couldn’t help but notice the water had travelled in a perfect arc, when she’d barely skimmed the surface.

‘Flattery will get you nowhere Castellan.’

‘Is it flattery if it’s true?’ He grinned, kicking water back at her. His splash went nowhere, landing harmlessly on the wood of the jetty. He edged slightly closer, hoping she wouldn’t notice his movements.

She caught them immediately, and he was relieved to see a little smile on her face. He lifted one leg from the water so he could turn and face her fully.

‘What are you thinking about, really?’ Luke dared.

He didn’t think she’d reply as she pulled her legs up and tucked them beneath her; he had his arm ready to reach out and grab her ankle in case she tried to get up. But she just tucked some hair behind her ear and sighed, ‘I’m thinking, this might be my home for a long time.’

Her Home. He hadn’t expected that, and it must’ve shown on his face because she was looking at him strangely. He righted himself quickly. ‘And would that be so bad?’

She let her body turn so she was facing him, and he had to hold his breath at the look she was giving him, assessing. ‘No, not bad.’ She smiled, and he hoped it was him she’d thought of when she came the that conclusion. ‘It’s just different, I miss things from my old life.’

‘Like what? Tell me something you miss and I bet you we can get it in here. I’m a very good smuggler.’

She laughed, ‘I don’t mean things in that sense Castellan, though I don’t doubt you could smuggle a giraffe in here if you tried. I mean I miss things I’d do or places I could go, I even miss the bad weather, I miss seeing normal people doing normal things.’

He understood her more than he’d like to admit. Camp was wonderful, it was his home and it had protected him at a time when he thought everything was lost for good; but he also knew it could grow stuffy if you never left, it was hard not to get restless when you saw the same people everyday for years. Every now and then he’d reach boiling point and would beg Chiron to let him leave for an hour, or two. He’d never go far; just far enough to stop hearing Mr D’s voice ringing in his ears.

He turned a gave her one of his signature smirks, a true son of Hermes smirk. ‘I have an idea.’

‘We should prepare some funeral pyres then, if you’re thinking at least 3 campers are going to die.’

‘Oh very funny,’ Luke mocked, and reached down into the lake far enough to send an entire handful of water at her. It didn’t hit the jetty this time. ‘Would you like to hear it or not?’

Alex brushed water droplets off her cheeks, laughing, ‘okay I’m sorry, go ahead.’

‘Me. You. The big city. Tomorrow. I’ll ask Chiron tonight, I’ll say I’m picking up some camp supplies for Christmas.’

‘Don’t we just get everything magically delivered anyway?’ She interjected.

‘And this is why you make a terrible accomplice, much too honest.’ He sighed, ‘live a little pretty girl, try not to be such a good person for just one day, I promise it’ll be worth it.’

She blushed at his words but replied, ‘alright pretty boy, let’s get out of here.’

[not-a-big-slay]

Crazy, stupid, love

alex turner x fem!reader

summary: two things you need in you right now; a martini and the hot guy at the bar, and nothing would stop you now...

warnings: recreated the scene from Crazy Stupid Love, very suggestive themes but no smut, fluff, its literally the scene, some things are added..

a/n: imagine 2013 Alex in this.

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You made sure to not show your slowly crumbling life on your appearance tonight. No wonder, your parents were divorcing, you had to find a job fitting your law education and you broke it off with your boyfriend today, but that didn't bother you, you should have done it a long ago. You did love him, at least in the earlier stages, but his behavior made you slowly stand up from the fall. It gave you the ick, how he treated his life. You needed someone thrilling, ride or die, the acting before thinking type.

And he was exactly that.

Maybe it seemed desperate, coming to this bar only to watch him from afar, but you knew you weren't alone. He had most of eyes on him and you understood why. That white shirt hugged his toned body and the slutty little waist flawlessly, his hair gelled back, sunglasses on, even though it was dark out. It was ridiculous. He would have looked ridiculous if you saw him a week ago or yesterday or even today in the morning, but right now, he was all you needed.

Alex. You remembered his name from a few months ago and even the table you and your best friend sat at. Too bad you were taken and too bad you minded it as well. The way he smirked at you, convincing you that's the only way his mouth lifted, and the way he talked. Oh, you wanted to moan in your second martini so badly, out of anger that you didn't take his offer then.

He stood there, so perfect, drinking whatever dark brown liquor they served in here, the dim lights alluminating his etheral form, music wrapping around him like a warm blanket. Oh, that sounded nice. A warm blanket, a book in your hand, maybe a tea-

You shook your head lightly. You had to concentrate on the hot guy before you. It was what needed to be done. You were so tired of your boring life, there was no excitment, no parties, no one night stands, no mistakes. You had to make mistakes. Even if you woke up tomorrow, feeling so regretful that you slept with a womanizer, you still slept with a womanizer. Perhaps you needed to be one of the women who never get the call back.

Downing another martini forced your eyes to peel off of Alex and braced you to finally walk up to him. After you took a deep deep breath, your heeled feet overtook each other in his direction. The walk seemed long, why did you choose the seat farthest away from his.

It almost seemed like he would notice you, making your heartbeat reach its peak of speed, but it went beyond when you registered two women beginning to talk to him, being obviously braver than you. Well, of course they were, they looked like Playboy models. You fastened your step, trying to calm yourself down. It's not a competition, you don't need to be better than them, you need to be one of them. As long as you stay collected and don't do something so stu-

"Hey, you." Alex turned around, wondering if it was him you were adressing, but seeing your eyes set on him as well as your walk, he found his answer quite quickly. What he didn't register was you throwing yourself on him, lips first.

He was rarely caught off guard, especially if it came to women kissing him, but you achieved that. He mindlessly held his hands in the air before they found logic again and wrapped around your tight dark blue dress. It was a surprise, but a welcome one, and he proved it by pulling you and your tongue closer. Only a slight push from you made him stop and he somehow couldn't connect his brain to his mouth, being forced to hang agape.

"You remember me?"

Your demeanor screamed confidence, which was a little challenging for his dominant personality. He finally closed his mouth and took in a deep breath to compose himself, or at least try.

"Yeah."

It was pathetic how a kiss affected him as he could only exhale the word out. His eyes rapidly scanned your face, recognizing you immediately. How could they not when he silently hoped to meet you again everytime he visited this bar, which turned to every day, in desperate urge to find you. An urge he wasn't yet comfortable with admitting.

"You still find me attractive?"

He nodded before he could properly puzzle out an answer, that repeated the one before however.

"Still wanna take me home?"

"Yes."

"Let's go." and grabbing his hand to drag him out of there marked this day a very special one for him. If you were gonna be like that when he gets you home, this would be an adventurous night indeed.

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You thought all boldness left you in the awkward taxi ride, where neither of you talked or even moved, but as soon as you stepped inside his house, you knew this was the moment no confidence could be found. How could you just...do all that? Did you iron out your brain to be smooth before walking up to him? It did got you to his house and all, but what good did it do when you were sure your braincells won't handle speaking to him.

You almost jumped when a record player started to sing some mood-setting music. Alex stood behind you, two glasses in his hands filled with a good-looking content. As he began to taper the distance between you, nerves hit and you did everything you could to not stare at him for so long. His smile knew what was going to happen and it intimidated you.

"I love this song." you said suddenly to at least further your upcoming embarassment. You knew your experience was on a whole different spectrum than his. Maybe it even created a new spectrum all together, yours being at the low extreme and his being the high one.

"I know, right?" he nodded, knowing there was nothing more he could do to highlight his disinterest in it. Alex knew what you were doing and he would let you. Making you uncomfortable wasn't his goal.

"This was a good choice."

"Good song. You never hear this song."

You nodded at his words. Your thumb played with the middle ring you wore, seeking some comfort, but it had to seperate when he gave you the drink he prepared. With a weak "Cheers." you swallowed the liquid whole, which clearly wasn't the way you were supposed to drink it, judging from Alex's softly widened eyes, but whatever. You were about to sleep with an art worthy, if-wanted-to-could-be pornstar in those expensive adult films that were considered 'classy'. You, who bought rather 3-in-1 than a normal soap if it meant saving money, would sleep with him, whose skin you could almost see your reflection in. Or you at least thought so.

He sat down at the couch and just...watched you. It was very weird, maybe it worked magic on the girls he brought here. You spun on the spot, admiring the modern house he had. It was almost comical how wealthy it looked. You could imagine a lot of useless- or as posh people say, priceless- stuff just catching dust in here. As you finished your slow turnaround, you came face to face with him and huffed out a smile.

"I'm very nervous." you admitted, registering his soft smile.

"I'm getting that."

Was he cringing right now? You wouldn't be shocked if he regretted ever bringing you here, but you couldn't help but be honest. Your parents taught you that honesty and kindness are the strongest weapons against a cruel life. It was weird thinking about your parents when you were about to bang a guy, and you also knew they wouldn't support this.

"I mean, I know I seemed confident at the bar, but that was mostly because I was cold...and I wanted to be dramatic a little bit." you tilted your head as you tried to explain your behavior. Alex only stretched his smile. It wasn't the smirk you knew, this was a genuine smile. Though you were offended, when he spoke: "You're adorable."

"No. I'm not adorable." your disagreeing made him raise his eyebrows softly. It just made you more adorable.

"I am sexy. I am hot and I'm about to bang a guy who hit on me at the bar." you even stuck out your finger as a warning, or a promise. Alex nodded at every word, humming in agreement. It was truly cute how you were convincing yourself to do something you're not familiar with. He could see you were the type for a long, serious relationships and a cute little dates with matching clothes even, and a romantic unexpected proposal finished by a huge colorful wedding. This went against your nature, but you were so determined to sleep with him, it amused him.

"Alex." he corrected your own naming, as if you could ever forget. "Do people still say 'bang'?" he questioned.

"Oh I do, yeah. We are gonna bang." you ordered him, regaining your confidence for some reason. You would have to take control of yourself if anything was to happen, and it would happen. It was meant to now, you were already here. Alex agreed, this was by far most interesting night and it barely started. You motioned him to stand up, he obliged.

"Take off your shirt." you let the thought slip out of your mouth. The view was something you couldn't stop imagining and it was urgent to find out which of the two possibilities- ripped or very ripped- was true.

"Why?"

"Please, will you just..cause I can't stop thinking about it."

His confusion was something you didn't expect. You asumed people asked that of him all the time. But after a few okay's, he did.

You stared, of course, but non-chalantely, so it wouldn't look too desperate. After a moment though, you gave up and groaned. This was frustrating.

"Seriously?! It's like you're photoshopped."

No lies told, he was unbelievably hot dressed, now you were worried he might burn through the wooden floor and fall into the depths of unknown. "Can I just..." you tried to voice your intentions, already walking to him and then touching his abs. The reflection belief from before could be true, in a certain lighting.

It was Alex's turn for demands.

"Now you take off your dress."

"No."

"Yes."

"No way. Not with all that going on, thank you." you argued. You considered yourself pretty confident overall, never really had a problem with your body, but everything could change. This was definitely not helping, it looked like someone punched 8 holes through his back all the way to his stomach and left big bumps. You sighed, not knowing what to do now. He was too hot for you. Was that enough of an excuse for your nerves to stop you?

"Can I put my shirt back on-"

"No."

Alex repeated your sigh, it was kind of cold. He frowned as you started biting your nails, probably thinking. He would taught you to unlearn that someday, he didn't even pause to think that 'someday', logistically, doesn't mean tonight. "So..what happens now? What's your big move?"

"My big move?" he questioned. "What do you mean?"

"Your move. What's your big move?" you repeating helped nothing to ease his confusion.

"I got..lots of moves."

"What's your big move.." got him thinking, stressing rather, if he should just reveal it. It was a magical move, he didn't want to just throw the miracle away, it wouldn't work on you then. "I'm not telling you my big move.."

It offended you, so much so that you let your jaw drop from the impact. "You're not ready for the big move.." he insulted you again.

Overlapping exchange of opinions almost poured outside of his walls. Alex got frustrated, no other girl every did this, they were usually submissing to everything he said or did. This was just beginning to exhaust him, so he cracked.

"I work 'Dirty Dancing' into the conversation..."

A scoff he could survive. You could do a lot worse than that, considered how silly that sounded out loud. "How does that work?" you didn't even try to hide that smile of yours, it was like you did it on purpose so he would feel his ego bruised.

"I just...begin talking about it at one point and then I reveal that I can do the move..." he explained sitting down. God, an hour already passed by, and they weren't even in the bedroom yet. He watched your mockery from the settee and, knowing what you were gonna say anyway, Alex just continued: "You know when Patrick Swayze picks up Jennifer Grey?"

"Uh huh?"

"I can do that."

"And..that works?"

His confirmation made you chuckle again. There was no way this was serious. Only hot guys like him could actually seduce a woman this way.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." you choked in your laughter, causing your voice to shake a little.

"I agree, but it works every time."

His gaze was annoying you, as though he read your mind. It was supposed to assure you that lifting you up would indeed made you sleep with him. You knew that if you were to say something, Alex had enough power to convince you to try it. And that wasn't happening, of course. Still, his smile was too sure to be lying and you so wanted to prove his sexappeal wrong.

"That would not work on me."

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This was stupid.

This was oh so stupid.

"Come on." the hand motion he did, flickering his fingers to his naked chest, made you hesitate even more. This circled the outline of risky to straight up dangerous. You could hit your head on the mahagony table behind him, or even fall onto it, if his hands really dissapointed you.

"Oh God, this is ridiculous.." you tried to shake your nerves off with your hands and legs, but hearing "Time Of Our Lives" spread all around the room surprisingly only added to it. "This is beyond ridiculous."

"Run and jump." he instructed you, his legs moving into position. You regretted all life choices that led you here, led you to meet this hot guy, only to later find out he is batshit crazy. "When was the last time you did this? I mean, how do you work out for this?"

Alex completely ignored your stress questions, they were only prolonging this moment. "Just do it. Come on." You exhaled heavily, it was too late to back off now, your shoes were already kicked off and the right distance between you already set.

"Thank God I'm drunk." you began jumping up and down, getting ready, "Here we go."

You yelped as your feet left the ground, your whole life now in Alex's hands, quite literally. He held you firmly by your waist, letting you enjoy the view overhead as your own hands rested on his shoulders. It was really something, it made you feel all nostalgic from the first time watching that movie. Every girl wanted to be picked up like this. Oh, that was his secret.

While he began to slowly pull you back onto the ground, you gave up any sign of resentment to the effect that crept up on you as Alex's face appeared close to yours. Your breaths mingling in each other caused you to inhale his by accident. Goosebumps spiked up on your waist, right under his touch. That was indeed ridiculous.

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Your lips were beginning to feel numb from each move. You also noticed how the little waist of his fitted between your spread legs. It excited you a little, the thought that in a moment he would take the rest of your clothes off along with his pants. You assumed one night stands are made to ease one's worries, like some drug or something, so why it made you so tense? Maybe it was the fact that you would be insignificant to him tomorrow, after sharing the most intimate experience a human could. You would just be forgotten in the haze of women, and you definitely would be forgetful. Your bedroom game is not that strong.

Maybe it was just the fact that his mattress was thick, like there was something that shouldn't be there. The material was rough too, you could feel it when he moved with you, even through the sheet.

"Is that one of those water cold mattresses?"

It interrupted the kiss and you could hear it in Alex's breath that he did mind. Though, if you were right, that deserved an interruption. "Yes." he admitted and kissed you again, deeper than before, probably to not interrupt the process any more. You had to pull away, even if it was a bit forceful. This was golden.

"'Forever Comfy' mattress? You can't be serious."

You laughed again. He should keep count of how many times you laughed in his own damn house. But how could you not? This was an iconic product in the teleshopping game. You could still hear a faint voice of Horst Fuchs trying to sell it. A mattress that was cooled down by something close to a gallon of water and a small fan, which kept the whole thing cold the whole night. They just figured out how to sell nonsense.

Alex sighed and let his head fall in defeat. If you were playing hard to get, you accidentally set in on extreme mode. "Do you use it? Is it on?" the interested you had in this thing surpassed the one you had in him by a mile, he noticed, and he hated how your impression of Horst talking about the mattress forced him to smile. It was really good, that he would admit.

"No, it's not on." he abandoned his hovering over you and laid beside you, which didn't phase you at all, you were too focused on finding the plastic bin where the water should be kept. "Ask me how many times I've used it."

"How many times you've-"

"Twice."

And a new fit of laughter began again, this time mixing with his own. "These things are like $2,000." you managed to word out. "$3,000" he corrected you, taking more of your breath away as you tried to stop laughing. You wondered why he didn't use it often, especially with how heaty things get over here. That also made you mentally cringe on how weird you must look. God damn, you're here for sex, not for the magical mattress. You calmed down and sat up to make your statement more final.

"Okay, sorry. Let's continue, let's just take our clothes off."

Your suggestion sounded great, no problem with that. In fact, this was what he wanted all night, this was what he aimed for. This side of you, though, how you were showing him your character more than your skin, the way he knew how your face likes to express your thoughts rather than how flexible is your body, was getting to him. Maybe he should just do you and get over it, before the worst happens.

"Wanna try it?"

Maybe not.

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It would be so comical to see you two from a third person's perspective. How you were both patiently waiting in the kitchen for the bin to fill up with water, watching it silently, standing side by side. Oh, not to mention you only in your underwear. God, comedy gold, you were sure.

"This sucks."

"Yeah."

You smiled at that exchange and his agreement. It had to be using so much water, for no valid reason at that. Alex let it run while he reached for a drawer, pulling out a knife. Your survival skills sucked, because all you did was raise an eyebrow at him. That would certainly protect you from a serial killer. "'s the penny cutter." he smiled at you, predicting your excitment.

"Get outta here!" you gasped as he showed it to you. A knife that cuts through pennies, you were amazed. It was all silver and the blade was weirdly curved to sell the advertisment.

"Gimme a penny."

"Nuh uh."

"Come on, give me a penny."

"No, take your change, you're better well off.", judging by his huge house naturally.

"It's a penny." Alex sounded like he wanted to remind you what the saying 'in for a penny, in for a pound' truly meant and that a penny wouldn't save you from the IRS. You groaned, but obliged and left to get your purse, coming succesfully back with one penny.

"Here it goes." were his famous last words, before the knife came to contact with the coin. It cut halfway into it and Alex pushed down with all his strenght, but with no luck. You quickly came to aid and wrapped your own hands around his while putting pressure onto the knife. Finally, it snapped, giving each of you one part of the famous saying. You had the We Trust part, while Alex picked up his In God.

Somehow, splitting a penny led to a profound conversation on the cold mattress- which you immediately turned off, because it was loud and too cold for the human body- that threw out information about each other's past, present and a hopeful future. It was shameless and random. One moment he was doing a Nick Cage impression and the other you were feeling pity on how his crush left him at prom for Martin Helpert, simuteniously growing hatred for said person. It wasn't any different with you.

"Two siblings?"

"Mmmhm, both a lot younger."

"You're the oldest?"

"Yeah."

"Oldest, huh. You must have been the miracle child."

"No, I wasn't supposed to happen. I was a mistake, my parents had me when they were 17."

"No!"

"It's true!"

You weren't sure why you revealed all this and more, but you knew it was wildly comfortable, also because it was an 'eye for an eye', but the skin to skin contact eased you. You were either laying on his chest or he was laying on your thighs. At one point, you were both recreating the scene from Little Women. Not quoting, properly playing out.

"No, no.." you shook your head, pacing the floor.

"It's no use, Jo."

"No, please, Teddy."

"We've got to have it out.. I have loved you ever since I've known you, Jo, I couldn't help it! And..and I've tried to show and you wouldn't let me, which is fine..."

"No."

"But I must make you hear now and give me an answer, because I cannot go on like this!"

His acting was perfect, especially during the "I've figured you'd love me, Jo!" part, that hit you in the feels. Hours swam by and already gave up trying to get your attention. You were way too busy sharing every little thing about yourselves and remembering said thing. Like the green dinosaur plushie with purple spine he got from his mom as a reward for a good performance in his school's talent show, and the time he hid it in his college dorm, because he didn't want to get rid of it. He still had it and you were holding it right now.

"Is there a reason you sleep with someone new every night?"

"I'm scared of being alone."

"Why?"

"Cause I was always alone, I'm an only child. I convinced myself that I could change it once I'd be an adult. I wanted to have lot of friends who would always keep me company.."

"That's not the case, then..?"

"Nope."

Your fingers uninterruptidly traced soft circles on his chest and had no intentions of stopping, even while thinking about his confession. "You're a great company, Alex." you felt the need to let him know how much you loved this whole conversation with him. You never ran out of things to talk about.

"That means a lot to me, do you know that?"

He was a producer, going by a pseudonym, while also trying his own stuff. Most of his living was paid by his parents though, as his dad owned a successful businness. He wrote a couple of songs that he never showed anyone, except you. His voice was lovely and you couldn't help but shame him for not releasing his stuff for the world to hear.

"I met this guy one night....total tragedy, I mean..he looked like he was 'bout to cry in his whiskey...his wife cheated on him apparantely, kept saying it over and over, worried for his kids and all. So I took him out, you know...made him meet some women to have fun, god knows that's what he needed.."

"You taught him your ways?" he lightly pushed into you, making you chuckle.

"Funny, but...yeah, I did tell him how to dress and how to approach ladies...He became quite the player too."

Alex also complimented your voice as you sang Summer Lovin' together, something you wouldn't even try to remember the process of getting to, and kept convincing you to get into his studio and create something, together.

"My mom is..a warrior." you began another topic, another half an hour later.

"She takes everything upon herself, everything labelling as her fault..with good intentions, but...I'm the one she complains to and..it's hard."

Alex's hands were working magic. The way he caressed your back or stroked your hair. You could get used to it. Hell, you could get used to him whole. In fact, you wanted to.

"I hear you. Even though you're old enough for that, you're still her child..No child should know about their parents' hardship, you know? That's what friends are for."

Why didn't he marry you at this point?

"Or therapists."

He laughed. "Yeah, or therapists...God, my parents would kill each other before even considering therapy."

"My parents are gonna divorce."

Once you spat that out, there wasn't a corner of your life he haven't heard of. Everything was out in the open, nothing mysterious about you now. It felt good, in some way. Telling a stranger all your life while not being sure you'd ever see him again. This was fun. Maybe you did elevate from your boring life tonight, just not in the way you expected.

Alex took a deep breath in after your words. "We should really fuck." You hummed in agreement and began putting this plan in motion. He cleaned the bed from all snacks, music sheets and childhood toys while you took used glasses and cups to the kitchen and then prepared in the bathroom. This was it, finally.

As you reentered the bedroom, feeling all hot, your smirk changed to a loving smile. Alex was fast asleep, happily snoring away. The night was exhausting, you would admit that. In a good way though, but nothing stopped the dark from turning into a dawn, which made you yawn at the mere thought. There was nothing you could do other than laying next to him, kissing him on the cheek and follow him into a deep sleep.

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"The water's hot already!"

"Jesus, I'm coming! You know, I shouldn't be saying that now."

The morning was off to a great start when you woke up and realized the undone. A shared shower was a great solution on your part. You both would be in a tight, wet, steamy space and naked. Even if there wasn't an intention to, you two would bang.

As Alex rolled his eyes at your comment, you finally got inside, feeling a little shy from showing your whole body off. You slapped him in his arm lightely as he shamelessly looked you up and down, lingering on certain spots.

"What was that for?"

"Don't do that! I have to feel comfortable."

"Alright, alright." he stepped away from you as far as he could. His body, plus wet, made you in no need for water to become that as well. This was actually special for him too, his nights usually ended after a coffee. You even had a full breakfast at his house and now you were showering together. You wondered the same thing and it made you feel better.

There was the same awkward nothingness like yesterday. You two didn't seem to move, you just stood there, exactly like yesterday. Alex couldn't handle it anymore, so he moved first, wrapping his hands around your waist and ass, pressing you closer. You gasped lightly, but understood his message perfectly. Let's fuck already. It was clear.

You kissed him and he pressed you onto the glass wall. When you let out a moan, his senses blurried, chasing the haze of desire building up in him. You wrapped your hands around his neck and slid your leg up his thigh. Your knee bend above his perfectly shaped ass and he abandoned your curves to pick the other one up as well. You steadied yourself against the wall when you felt the lenght pressing against your clit, sending volts through you. In a minute, you both jumped away from each other as a sudden static noise startled you. It was the goddamn shower radio. You had to turn it on by mistake.

As you groaned in annoyance and Alex chuckled, the radio finally picked up a good frequency and Billy Joel's 'We Didn't Start The Fire' swallowed the whole bathroom. You looked at Alex, who still had his hands pinned on the wall around you. This was no coincidence, the universe just doesn't want you two to fuck.

"Mood ruined." you sighed as you listened to an unnecessarily loud Billy Joel.

"Nah. Mood set."

Alex offered you his hand, a clear sign that no sex would be done if you took it. The main problem would continue and you would go home with no other way to flex on your best friend than to lie. So, you accepted his hand. The next five minutes was the perfect time to show the most embarrassing dance moves you harboured. You'd also never guess how much jumping around in a shower while singing along to a highly overrated 90's song you'd do in your life, but you had the time of your life.

Alex made sure to actually use the time for more than dancing and washed your hair as well as your body, which you repayed in a vice versa act. Doing an air guitar with you while you were in between his arms, leaning on his chest, was probably the happiest he's ever been. That was maybe the reason why he gave you his phone number after you were all set to leave.

Maybe it was the same reason that made you call the very next day, after an unusual cold night.

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Don't worry about bringing anything!

Is the first sign to bring something.

Usually, you would comply. You were too old to play these psychic games, but you were never old enough to outgrew them in your family, specifically, with your mother. Maybe she enjoyed draining your brain as it tried to come up with a good idea to bring tonight. And it had to be a good idea, because you couldn't introduce Alex to her with a bad idea.

It has been a few months since you and Alex made it official- which was immediately on the first date- and you already have been putting off an annual catch up with your mom, you figured why not to burst the bubble. Alex agreed, with hesitation and worry, but he did, because he wanted this. Meeting one's parents was a serious thing and he started to like that word. Serious.

You aimed for a wine shop, a place where all good ideas begin. Your mom liked red wine, so you've spent the time there. Alex went to call someone a couple of minutes ago, so your focus was off of him now, trying to find the greatest, cheapest bottle of red wine. You picked up an interesting one, examining it for a minute.

"Look what I found." were words you heard before he pressed himself against you and kissed the crook of your neck. "I'll take this one, please! Gotta be the sweetest I've tasted." he called out to no one.

You shook your head and mockingly bit into his shoulder, which caused him to silently roar as a dinosaur. It made you laugh, that became his priority these days.

"We need to pick out wine-"

"Yeah, that one." he pointed at the one you were holding. The only reason you picked it up was the sparkly wrapping around it. You were like a moth to a flame when it came to fun packaging. You weren't even sure if it tasted good.

"Hmm, okay. Do we steal it?" you suggested as you look at the price. There were far too many numbers on it. Alex took the bottle out of your hand, pressing you closer.

"Hmm...maybe. Go first, so it won't be suspicious."

You wanted to argue. Wines were not that good to cost that much, but you knew your mother would love a bottle she certainly hasn't tried before and Alex was impossible to talk to when it came to paying. Your deadpan expression stayed on though, just for the sake of it. You shouldn't get used to this, so the face wouldn't go anywhere in the near future.

He just smiled at you and honked your nose to erase it, making a noise with it. "Should get that fixed." he said before he kissed you hard, his smile never once falling. As he pulled you to the cash register, you wondered if you should bring also a white wine for your dad. Though, he probably wouldn't be present, you didn't want him to think you were already cutting him off, not to mention he was a great dad, so you'd never cut him off.

You were snapped out of these thoughts by Alex who was pulling your hand away from your mouth. He hated your nail biting and you really tried to stop it, but anxiety was stronger.

"What 're you thinking about, hm?"

You smiled at him and confessed your worries. His immediate solution was indeed buying a bottle of white wine. It was nice, thinking alike. At times like these, you were positive you loved him already, but you wouldn't tell him that. Not yet at least. All in good timing.

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Alex struggled with his shoes, apparantely. They seemed so hard to take off. You knew his nerves were bound to come out eventually, so you wouldn't push him. The door was opened, but no one was inside.

"I'll go look around." you informed your boyfrend as he decided to untie both of his shoes, just in case.

"I'm right behind you."

You walked through the wooden hall into the living room. There were a lot of furniture left after Grandma, so it gave a comforting energy to this more modern house. Your parents were sentimental. At that thought, you spotted them in the garden, both of them. That was definitely a weird sight, especially considering your dad wore a tuxido and there was a mini spinning mill behind him.

"Hello?" you called out, unsure if this is what you should be interrupting. Your dad called your name happily and that made all your doubt go away. "Hi, guys!" you greeted them.

Some time had passed since you visited them and it was obviously around time, with everything going on. You were happy to see your dad here as well, making it easier for you and Alex to do this once and properly. As your mom hugged you, you just realized how much you missed this and how nice it felt to come in a house that wasn't in shambles from the divorce, how you imagined. They were happy and you were finally too.

"Cal?"

You turned around to see Alex's shocked expression. What was truly shocking was him addressing your dad by his name. Your eyes found your dad, his own flickered between you and Alex, trying to connect the dots, which was what you tried to do as well.

"Oh, hell no!"

[turnertable]

tolerate it

Alex Turner x Reader (am era !)

written by: me, first time doing angst

requested by: @bellaturner <3

music for the fic: tolerate it by Taylor Swift

word count: 1.9k

warnings: angsty, sad, slight sexual references and pushing about

The future looked bleak for them but for Alex, it had never been more bright. He had recently cut his hair short, Y/N hated it. He claimed it was for the new album but all she could see was her teenage love fading away before her eyes. Their love was something the tabloids had praised from the dancefloor days. "The High School Sweethearts of Sheffield" plastered on the front page of newspaper after paper, her face started to come out of print in the last year.

Y/N found herself perched on yet another stool out of the frame of the newest photoshoot of her boyfriend, scrolling her phone aimlessly and barely noticing Alex's next move. If those ridiculous rockabilly sunglasses left his face, Y/N might have taken interest but at Alex's rate, they had likely been surgically screwed to his nose bridge.

He posed relentlessly and attempted to look over at Y/N, realizing she had no idea what was even happening. Once that was clear, Alex huffed and rolled his eyes beneath the shades, remaining focused on the shoot because he couldn't care less about her opinion at this moment. He was Alex Turner: the acquitted persona of rock and roll in Britain; Olympic opener and soon to be Glastonbury sensation yet again.

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The shoot concluded in due time and Y/N mumbled to herself, "Thank fucking god." as she threw my phone into her bag and stood up. Alex read her lips and huffed slightly with frustration, as he thanked the photographer and went to leave. They met at the door and he nodded at her wordlessly, not wanting to talk to her til they had a minute to discuss her annoyance. She led them out and they stood at the cub by the door of the studio: Alex immediately got his cigarettes out and offered her one,

"Fuck off with that." Y/N scolded him viciously, "It doesn't make you cool." Alex sighed and pulled out his lighter, a silver Zippo with the band's initials carved into it.

"You used t'smoke, me luv. 'member at The Leadmill when you'd pass em owt to anyone?" Alex reflected as he lit the cigarette. Y/N noticed his accent slip at the use of "the" and looked down.

"I was a kid, Al. We found them around Jamie's that one weekend." She muttered in response to try to entertain his idea, not wanting to see that version of her Alex relay nostalgia to her.

He smiled slightly with an exhale as he looked over, "Oh yeh, he still talks about tha, tha knows. Still got ya tho.." He tried to cheer her up because he did love her endlessly but he knew this was a lot for her to process.

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The last few months had been frequent fights and sex to make up for it all, where Alex would promise nothing had changed and it would be ok until the next designer jacket would come home and rinse repeat. No amount of money could fix it either for Y/N. Yes, it was nice to be personally styled for an awards show but where Alex would come home and laugh all night with her being himself again, the persona never dropped nowadays.

Y/N nodded and went on her phone to call the taxi, letting Alex finish the cigarette in silence as she stepped away and only demonstrated the metaphoric distance between them. She spoke quietly and got the taxi booked, forcing herself not to think of Sheffield, circa 2005. Sitting on the curbside, her lips never leaving Alex's the whole way home. Drunk and giggling at the way the city looked at night from the taxi window. He'd carry her home as she kicked her legs with excitement to be in bed with him yet again. However here she stood with a smartphone and a man she no longer recognised as the love of her life.

As the taxi pulled up, Y/N opened her own door and got in, finally looking over at her boyfriend as she spoke to the taxi driver promptly, desperately wanting to be in solitude. She looked at him with a neutral look of almost curiosity, searching for any and if so, some glimmer of hope in him and love that would last. No dice. Alex looked over and offered her his hand to hold, a common quirk of his. Y/N took it and looked out the window, the tears pricking at her eyes as the taxi pulled off. A solemn silence hung over them like a ghost in the passenger seat the whole journey home. It could be dealt with at the house, like usual.

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As the taxi rounded the corner by the house, Alex thanked the driver and nodded at Y/N to say, "in we go." Y/N offered the taxi driver a thank you as well and stepped out of the car, letting Alex open the door and not even attempting to get her keys from her bag. Alex unlocked the door and kicked off his shoes, leaving Y/N to shut it and lean on the wall of the hallway.

"What the fuck is up nah?" Alex started the argument, making Y/N prick up. He finished the conflict but it was unusual for him to bring up an issue without prompt. Alex stood arms crossed at the silence before removing his glasses and rubbing his temple. "Just tell me, please Y/N."

"Why did I have to come to that?" Y/N met his tone and removed her own shoes. "That's the third this week…" She continued and reminded him of how much this weighed on her schedule.

"Well excuse meh for bein successful suddenleh, didn't seem t'bother you when I were 19…" Alex retorted to push her buttons yet again with the memories of their relationship. He tried to walk off to go get a drink, he'd been drinking a lot more frequently since the fighting started. While Alex could hold his drink, it was a new habit he had picked up with the look.

"Yeah well my teenage boyfriend with spots had some fucking intellect not to just lap at anyone who offers him a moment in the spotlight!" Y/N raised her voice and rolled her eyes, trying to stop him from drinking, "I swear if I see you drinking again for another night…" she continued in the cold tone.

"Oh fuck off, 'm 27 now and so are you, act it." He said sternly and lightly pushed her out of his way. "I'll do what I wan, babe" He stormed off to the kitchen to get a glass and the bottle of whiskey on the side, half empty from how often he had been consuming it.

Y/N followed in a huff and tried to keep fighting him, "You really wanna talk about acting, Alexander? What the fuck are you wearing?" She scanned his body and outfit of a leather jacket and tight blue jeans, making Alex smirk slightly as he knew what to do.

"Jeans, you like em babeh?" He tried to give her the eyes that said "you want me really" and stood over her to offer her an embrace. "Can get me out of em if you're nice to meh…" He chuckled softly and held her lower back where he was met with a scoff and a push.

"Get off me, James Dean. Tell me when Alex is back…" She went to sit at the table, making Alex huff and turn back to his drink with annoyance.

"You make me fucking drink…" He mumbled to himself quietly enough for her to miss it. "I'm not gonna be tha kid anymore, you do realize tha, reyt?" He announced as he poured the whiskey and recapped the bottle. "I hate who I were, a spotteh teenager with a squeaky voice on stickeh stages an people throwing shit at meh." He turned to her and finally admitted.

"I fell in love with that kid, Alex." Y/N let the truth slip too, "and I still do love him, ok?" he continued as she looked down sadly, sniffling at the words. "My Alex is gone, he was my home, my safety and you're just this husk of who he was. You're everything we mocked in bars while I waited to hear the same 10 songs every night." Her voice trembled at it all as she looked up at him where all his anger had turned to sympathy yet again.

"But babeh…you could make new memories with new Alex." He heard himself and mentally cursed at his words but persisted on: "We could 'ave a famileh and get married and the band will onleh get more famous and you'll reap t'benefits wiv us.." He tried to reassure her as he leaned down to get her level. "We could be happy again one day, me love. This is just a rough patch…"

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Y/N listened intently and her face soured at the idea that the band was involved with the future of them. She thought and chose her words carefully as she knew the band's importance to him, especially with him bringing it up here.

"Alex, it's not been a rough patch for you though, has it? The tears started welling up in her eyes, continuing through the melancholy. "You'll be ok, babe. I just won't be. My boy is gone and maybe that's the problem. I'm just not happy anymore…"

His face dropped and his chest went tight when he heard her claims, "You're n-not 'appy? As in wiv me or??" His voice shook as he spoke quietly, staring at her with torment. "I can get ya someone to talk ta, I promise babeh please…" He begged at her feet practically.

Y/N shook her head and looked down, "I'm so sorry, Alex…I love you so much but this version of you, I'm not in love with him. Please just make me proud…" She gasped between sobs and watched the tears roll down her chest. Alex's eyes began to water at the realization of the situation, the blunt actuality of her saying that to his face. How long has she been thinking of telling him?

"Are ya sayin what I think you're sayin?" Alex mumbled as he wiped his nose slightly. Y/N simply nodded and he sighed to himself, "Well shit, tha's about 10 years of me life gone. Is there anythin I can do at all to change yer mind?" He pleaded incessantly through his tears. "I love you, Y/N. Please…"

Y/N sat up straight and held his face softly, kissing his head, "It's ok Alex, we're just different people, darling…" She wiped her eyes and smiled gently at him. "I love you too, Al."

The knife stuck in and twisted at the nickname, it was hers from the moment she muttered it at 17 when they met. Alex's eyes were full of sadness but he nodded and tried to smile, "I understand and I respect yer decision but you do realize t' next album is gonna be so bloodeh sad nah…" He managed a laugh that Y/N echoed.

"Oh yeah, I want sad proses about me now…" She cupped his face and delivered the last kiss, "if that boy ever wants to come back to see me again, he's more than welcome…" She said softly and wiped his eyes with a smile. He nodded and smiled back.

"I think this might be t' soppiest breakup ever…" Alex hums, stands up to get his drink and reaching for another glass before turning to her,

"One for the road?"

[twirlyleafs]

“Pretty”

Morgan Rielly x reader

TW: swearing, alcohol and a bunch of fluff

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“Have you seen Morgan?”

You had been away from the dance floor for ten minutes and in that time your boyfriend had managed to disappear with both your shoes and your phone. Mitch turned around to look at you and you couldn’t help but laugh when you saw his face. Across his forehead and eyebrow there was clumps of, now stale, cream and he had lipstick smudged across his chin.

“What?” He whined and you just shook your head. Steph pressed a finger to her lips from where she stood behind her fiancé, urging you to not say anything. Looking back up at Mitch you tried to suppress your grin.

“I was just asking if you guys know where my boyfriend went?” You digressed and by the amount of alcohol in Mitch’s system he didn’t seem to think twice about it. Instead his face settled in a deep frown and he shook his head.

“No. And I lost John too. Even Keerfy is gone.” He whined, eyes flickering across the big barn you were currently occupying. The now newly wedded Kerfoots had really gone all. The wedding had been amazing and beautiful and at one point you had glanced up at Morgan to see his eyes watering. When you had leaned into him he had squeezed your hand tighter, pressing his lips against your head for a few seconds. You both knew you wanted this for yourselves at some point.

“Last time I saw Alex he ran past us without a shirt, I’m pretty sure Morgan was chasing him.” Steph quipped, nodding towards the back of the building. Before you could answer Mitch grabbed his fiancés hand in one and yours in the other, pulling you both with him. You turned to look at Steph as you tried to keep up and she just laughed, rolling her eyes.

“If this is him at Alex’s wedding, imagine him next weekend.” She mused, glancing down at where their hands were intertwined. You just smiled. In exactly a week they were getting married and you were almost giddy at the fact that you would get to experience another wedding with Morgan by your side. There really was love in the air this summer. The further Mitch dragged you and Steph the further away from the music you got. You were about to tell him he might be leading you astray when you suddenly heard familiar voices.

“Johnny lay down in our laps!”

“Yeah that’ll be fun! Come on!”

Mitch dropped your hand, waving in front of him triumphantly. He had found all the lost boys. Squeezed together in the photobooth there were several large hockeyplayers, including your boyfriend and the groom himself. Morgan was leaning back slightly, shirt ripped open and tie loosened, smiling up at John standing next to him. Keerfy were next to him, patting both his own and Morgan’s thighs to get John to lay down. You and Steph shared a look, both trying to suppress giggles.

“I’m good, thank you. Besides, I think your lap is reserved for someone else.” Johnny ruffled Morgan’s hair. When your boyfriend gave him a confused look he nodded towards you, making Morgan whip his head around. A large smile settled on his face and once again you let out a giggle. He was adorable.

“Baby!” He practically whined, stretching his arms out. You passed John on your way over and the two of you shared an amused look before you looked back down at your boyfriend. His hands immediately found the back of your thighs as you stopped in front of him.

“You disappeared on me Rielly.” You stated, letting one of your hands stroke some hair away from his forehead. He was staring up at you with big eyes, a slight pink tint covering his cheeks. He had gotten more tipsy since you saw him last, meaning he must’ve downed at least a few quick shots in the last fifteen minutes.

“I’m sorry. Alex wanted us to take some pictures.” He pouted, but smiled again when he saw you chuckle.

“Hmm, can’t say no to the groom.” You sunk down to sit on his thigh, letting your eyes wander up his body. “What’s going on here?” You let your hand wander in under his shirt, tapping his stomach before looking up to meet his eyes.

“Couldn’t tell you even if I wanted to baby.” He shook his head with a sheepish smile and you couldn’t help but laugh. You loved drunk Mo, you loved to see him let loose and relax for once. Wrapping your arm over his shoulder you leaned closer, pressing a few kisses against his cheek and jaw. You could feel him hum, his chest vibrating against your palm. Morgan’s hand fumbled up your body to cup your cheek, bringing your lips to his. You could taste the vodka on his tongue but you didn’t mind. You were well aware that if the two of you had been sober you never would’ve been comfortable making out in front of a bunch of people, but the state you were currently in had you just enjoying the moment. For a few seconds you tuned out the buzzing around you, only focusing on Morgan. When you finally pulled away you did so barely a few inches, your eyes flickering across his face. His cheeks were still flushed but now they were paired with stained lips too. You grinned.

“You’re so pretty.”

“I’m…pretty?” He tried to seem skeptical but you noticed the way the corners of his lips turned upwards.

“Yeah. Pretty.” You confirmed, reaching up to wipe a stray hair away from his forehead. Letting your finger softly trace his face, past the crinkles by his eye down his cheek and along his jaw, finally coming to a rest against his bottom lip. Morgan watched you watch him, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly. Even though you’ve been together for more than a year now he still felt just as in love as in the beginning. The look of admiration in your eyes confirmed that you felt the same way.

“I love you.” He mumbled, letting his hand grasp your hip a bit firmer, pulling you closer. The other one moved up cup your cheek, his thumb lovingly grazing just beneath your eye. You smiled at him.

“I love you.” You barely got the words out before he dipped his head, pressing his lips against yours again.

[writingsbyzuzu]

high enough

five - speed drive

can we even call this an x assistant!reader at this point?

based on speed drive by charli xcx

You hadn't even been talking to Alex a total of five minutes when you feel someone tug your elbow.

"You have to go," Brit shouts. "What, why?" you and Alex look at her confused. "Ethan is here! You have to go before either of you see the other- out the back, Annie is talking to an employee right now."

"What? My Ethan? But we just got here like an ho-" you say.. "You have a minute max," Brit gestures with her hand for you to get going.

"Why does everyone keep giving me a time limit?? And y'all expect me to leave the club by myself?" you exclaim. Alex shakes his head. "No, I'll come with you, let's go. I can't hear your lovely voice over this damn music anyways," he chuckles.

Brit nods quickly, and with that, Alex grabs your hand, leading you through the crowd, and you try to do your best to keep up with his fast pace, his long legs blurring.

You see Annie holding the bar door open, and Alex pulls you through the back exit, the two of you running down the alley. You laugh from the exhilaration, and the two of you dart and weave through the Los Angeles streets.

Alex finally stops in front of a diner, panting. He crouches down, trying to catch his breath. You do the same, taking in deep breaths. "We should go in before someone sees us," you pant. Alex nods, fully standing back up. The two of you enter the diner, taking a seat at one of the back booths.

The two of you sit there a moment quietly observing each other. Alex finally grins at you, and you grin back. However the moment is cut short by your phone buzzing.

Incoming call: Rini 🌻

That then gets interrupted by another incoming call.

Incoming call: Ethan Nestor

You decline both calls, before peering out the window. "I'll call her back, Brit and Annie will just tell her we left, I'll meet them at home later," you turn back to Alex.

"Who's your Ethan?" he asks. He doesn't seem to be angry or annoyed, just curious.

"Pardon?"

"At the club," he lifts a leg up onto his seat, hugging his knee to his chest before continuing, "Brittney said Ethan was here, and you asked her if was your Ethan. Who's your Ethan?"

You look at him for a minute, but Alex's curious expression never falters. You look back out the window for a moment and sharply inhale. "He's my old boss, a professional boxer. I quit working for him two weeks ago. He's apparently not taking it very well."

Alex's phone begins to buzz. He looks at it, holds a finger up, and answers it. "Yeah Rini. Yeah, she's with me, we left twenty minutes ago. Okay. Okay, yeah no problem. Bye." He hangs up, readjusting his focus back onto you.

He leans back in the booth, thinking for a moment. "Is that why you didn't want to see him? Are you scared of him?"

You laugh dryly. "I'm scared of confrontation, I kind of lied to him and then bailed before the biggest moment of his career so I could advance mine. But scared of Ethan?" You turn back to look at Alex. "I could never be scared of him, he would never hurt me. Physically, at least."

Alex keeps looking at you, his eyes never wandering elsewhere. The silence felt deafening, so you opt to speak again.

"You don't think that makes me a terrible person, does it?"

"Rini said you were a glorified water girl. And that he never gave you a raise in four years."

You nod, fidgeting with your hands, looking down at the table. "I'd say more than a water girl, I did other things. But the raise thing, that's accurate."

Alex nods, then speaks. "Then I think there's nothing wrong with you, which is what I was worried about."

You tilt your head. "What do you mean?" you ask him, looking back up. He smiles at you, chuckling softly. "I mean, if I got to have a girl like you around, I'd be throwing everything I had at you. I can't blame you for wanting better."

There's another moment of eye contact, before you break the silence again. "Well let's hope I have it." His gentle smile breaks into a full grin. "I hope you have."

Your phone buzzes once more, but you shut it off without even a glance. But that's when you register the flash of light outside the restaurant.

"Shit," Alex mutters. "Paps."

You lift your hand to cover your face, but it's fruitless, there's several of them taking photos of the two of you through the window.

Alex looks over at them, then at you, who's turned your face away.

"Can I take you home?" he asks. "What?" Your eyes turn as big as saucers at the question. He laughs, then wildly shakes his head. "Let me rephrase, can I give you a ride home?"

"Sounds good to me."

The two of you exit the restaurant, the cameras following. But Alex just stops, pulling his wallet out. "Can you guys, really, please just go?" He starts passing out bills to the photographers. "You're making my friend uncomfortable," he murmurs.

They back off, and you and Alex walk back to his car. "Rini says you're going to join us on tour, you're helping her write songs."

You nod, putting your hands in your jean pockets. "Yeah, my best friend Annie and I, we used to perform as a folk duo during university. We didn't do it very often, but those are some of my best memories. When Rini offered for me to write and sing with her, I had to take up that opportunity, it would be nuts not to."

"I bet it's going to be one hell of an album, beyond a shadow of a doubt."

"I'm grateful she's giving me any opportunities. It's exciting to see life beyond a bench next to a boxing ring."

As you approach his car, he opens the door for you, gesturing for you to get in. As you slide into the seat, Alex smiles at you. "I'm glad you chose life past a boxing ring," he murmurs. He shuts the door and gets in on the other side.

The drive home is mostly silent, with Alex quietly humming to himself, thrumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

As he pulls up to the house, he shuts the car off and turn to you. "I had a fun time running away from your old boss with you," he jokes.

"I had fun too," you smile at him. Alex leans in and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm looking forward to seeing you again," he whispers.

"I'm looking forward to it too."

And with that, you exit the car, turning to give him a wave. He waits for you to get the front door, and then turns his car on and drives off.

The moment you open the door, you can hear all the chattering cease instantly. All of the girls are sitting in the living room in their pj's, sitting on the floor.

"There you are! We were wondering when he would return you to us," Brit smirked. "How was it?" Harini raises her eyebrows, patting a space next to her. You plop yourself down next to her.

"Holy shit, Harini, that is one dreamy man," you exhale. She grins and squeals, giving you a hug. "Well, the rumor mill is already buzzing. People saw Ethan run out of the club, looking around frantically before taking his girlfriend home, and not forty minutes later, you're photographed with Ireland's most eligible musician," Kiera teases.

"What? The photos are out already?"

All the girls nod, their eyes wide. Morgan pulls out her phone and pulls up the article.

Breaking; Alex Jamie Wilson caught with former boxer's assistant.

You groan. "Great, this is going to just fuel the fires."

"Good. Maybe this will finally get him to back off," Terra grumbles, tapping away on her phone.

Ethan stares down at his phone, sitting on his sofa, staring at those exact photos. Who the fuck was this guy? He swiped through them, scanning your face for any noticeable emotions. Nothing. Ethan felt like you were drifting further and further away from him, and from the you he got to know for four years.

Lizzy sits next to him, scrolling away on her phone, while Jerry sits across from the two of them, just watching the disaster that was this stunt relationship. Jerry clears his throat, but neither Ethan or Lizzy look up, with Ethan too captivated by the photos to even notice Jerry.

Why were you holding this guy's hand? Who was this guy? Did you leave the club with him? Did you go home with him?

Jerry tries to get his attention, but it's no use. He finally just lets out a loud "Ethan!"

Ethan manages to break his eyes away from his phone, looking at an exasperated Jerry. "Now do you see my point? These feelings of yours are unrequited. She's not interested in you, buddy. Let it go before it drags you and your entire career down with it. You are about to reach the biggest moment in your career. Table this for later if you have to. You need to focus on fighting. You got into the championship but you still have to do more matches for the qualifying rankings and set ups, so you need to have your eye on the ball, and stop staring at the damn phone."

Ethan refuses to believe Jerry, but he puts away his phone regardless. He worked too hard to give up now.

"Okay. Let's do it."

You hardly ever got a phone call from Ethan in the weeks afterwards. Life went on, and you couldn't lie, you had hardly noticed. You never picked up anyways.

In between song writing, dance rehearsal, and constant outfit fittings, your life became a mountain of to-do lists like you had never felt before. Harini wanted all of you on stage dancing for the upbeat songs, and man, it was work. Vocal training for back up singing was work. Most nights, you were exhausted. Even if you weren't too tired, you didn't want to speak to Ethan anyways.

But you were never too tired for Alex. You two hadn't progressed very far past a simple flirting stage so far, but you were the first person he would flit to when entering the studio. He was electric.

You were finally building your own life, and not one spent following Ethan, and you were having a blast doing it.

It was unfortunate that your old world and current had to collide tonight.

Damon had insisted that you all come to his match tonight. The only problem was it was the one of the rank qualifiers for both championships to determine who would fight who. Meaning that not only was Damon fighting tonight, but a certain former boss would be fighting. Just not each other, luckily, because they were separate championships.

You wanted to skip out, but then Harini joined in. "Please? We are just about to release an album we made jointly, we need the publicity. Plus they aren't even going to fight at the same time, so we won't even have to interact with him."

You had taken a long pause, thinking. "We can bring Alex," she told you in a sing song tone. "Fine."

The group steps out of the limo, the paparazzi following. You hear calls for you. "Are you here for Ethan? Are you going to cheer Ethan on?"

You see Alex look out of the corner of his eye at you. Great, why did you ever agree to this?

As you filtered through the crowd to get scanned in, you see Ethan doing his weigh ins. He turns to see your group, and the cameras and reporters go nuts.

"Harini, do you have anything you want to say to Ethan?"

Harini turns on her heels to look at Ethan. "Yeah, actually. Finder's keepers, loser's weepers, you dick," she shouts, leaning over the railing. There's gasps and murmurs and cheers. Ethan flashes a fake smile. "It's called being a fucking thief, actually," he shouts back. Harini rolls her eyes. "Well, she's releasing an album with me. What did you ever do for her?" He freezes, and with that, Harini turns on her heel and continues to the VIP booth. The girls and Alex follow, but you keep standing there.

Ethan sees this, and grins a wolfish grin. Maybe it wasn't entirely hopeless for him after all, if you were willing to stay a moment, even if you brought that fucking Irish guy from the photos.

The cameras keep flashing, people murmuring at the sight.

"Hey, trouble. Miss me?" he calls out. You don't respond, standing there. You feel an arm go around you. Alex, who pulls you away. "Come on angel," he murmurs. With that, you follow the girls to the VIP booth. You don't look back at Ethan.

Ethan, however, watches you until you enter the booth, jaw clenched.

You were hoping the VIP booth would give you enough of a breather until you could leave, but as if the night could get worse somehow, you see an all too familiar head of blonde hair.

She turns from her seat. "Hi guys," she sneers. "Lizzy," Harini acknowledges her, but chooses to sit on the other side of the booth.

As your group sits down, you see Lizzy eyeing Morgan. "Hi," she tells Morgan. Morgan gives a small polite smile and wave, but Britt nudges her.

"You froze when you saw him," Alex murmurs. "Yeah, he has that effect on people," you mutter back. "Not people," Alex shakes his head. "You."

You shake your head. "I like you, Alex, I just...I hadn't seen him since I quit, and it was weird because I didn't know how he would react."

Alex raises an eyebrow, and smiles for the first time all night. "Oh, you like me?" he asks amused. You smirk and roll your eyes. "We spend literally every day together, I see you even when I'm too tired to do anything," you laugh. He nods quietly, winking.

You see someone come in, whispering to Harini. At the same time, people approach Ethan and his opponent, along with the trainers and organizers.

The person goes to Lizzy and whispers, then leaves as quickly as they come. Harini turns to the group. "Damon's opponent threw up. They need to make sure he's good to fight, so Ethan and Dimitri are going first."

Great, now you were stuck here for something you hadn't wanted to see. Alex wraps an arm around you, seeing your displeased expression. "Hey, chin up angel, it won't be any time at all, and then we can go get a bite to eat or something." You nod at his words.

It doesn't take them very long to adjust, and within minutes, Ethan and Dimitri were in the ring. He looks up at the VIP booth, and you think he's going to look at Lizzy, but he looks straight on at you. Ethan raises an eyebrow at you, a smirk appearing on his face.

You don't notice Alex's arm tightening around you.

What you do notice is the smirk leaving Ethan's face, as he turns to face his opponent.

The match starts. Most of the girls are on their phones, Lizzy included, but your eyes remained on Ethan, who seemed to be going harder than he ever had. Every muscle in his body was tensed as he went after Dimitri with an intensity you had never seen from Ethan.

Alex looks over at you.

"You alright?"

"Something's wrong with him," you whisper.

"How? He's winning."

And he does, rapidly. Dimitri stood no chance next to a new, angry Ethan.

As everyone is cheering, Ethan wipes himself off with a rag. Terra scoffs at the whole thing. "I wish Dimitri kicked his ass."

The announcer approaches the way you've seen it play out a million times. Ethan, however, pivots your expectations once again.

You expected the usual once again, the thanking of Luis, of Jerry, hell maybe even a flirty quip to Lizzy. There was no way to guess what would come out of his mouth this time around.

Ethan sets the rag down, and turns to face the VIP booth. "That one was for you, baby," he points up at you, staring you down, smirking with a wink.

You don't even get a chance to react or process, because you feel a hand grab your face. Alex looks at you. "I like you too. And I think this guy's an ass."

And with that, Alex leans in and kisses you.

[povofjustme]

Fake Lovers

Your are the singer of a band and a ‘rival’ of Tokio Hotel. The fans loved when you guy interact with each other. So the company make you fake date someone! 

Part one 

Georg listing x Black reader

Have fun love<3 - bc its not pr. I wrote in at 3 am. Didn't have time(:

I am a part of a girl band from the US.  I have been singing since I was a little kid. At a church and  school, I would be in a choir. I met my best friends in high school. Nia the drummer, Jade the basses and Alex played the guitar. We all had a love for music and from then, it was history. 

Alex wanted to post a song that we had been working on for the longest. The next day the girls all woke me up, telling me that the song bowled up on YouTube. I never thought it would happen but now look at us. We made something of ourselves. Going on interviews and meeting up with big names. 

We had a tour in Europe, surprisingly we had a big fan base over there. Nia, Jade, and I we’re in our practice room, thinking of more outfits for the upcoming show in a few days. “Hey, guys!”  Alex came into the room with our drink she went out to get. “Hey babe,” I said with a smile. “So I was thinking, we can do a song for the stage broke.”  are heads all turned to the left.

“Okay listen, there's a band here called... Tokio Hotel” “Oh yeah, I heard of them,” Nia said. She has always been the quiet type. The things that came out of her mouth surprised us at times but she kept us on task. “They are a really big group here. Girls are in love with them” Nia added. “They are not bad looking” We looked to see Jade on her phone looking them up.

“Well, I was thinking we can do one of their songs when we hit Germany” “That sounds good but girl... I will have to learn it in like 2 weeks. I know German but it's Arsch”.  It was a really good idea, but I didn't want to fuck up anything. “I can help you G, you forget am half germen. I speak it at home,” Nia said. “I know, but people already hate me because am black. I don't want to give them another reason.” 

“G, we will all help you, we have 2 weeks. You got this, We got this” Alex told me, All I did was shake my head. For the days leading up to the preforms, we would do a concert and after I would spend m. In my time with Nia, I learned the lyrics to the song Durch Den Monsun.

Now the two weeks are up and it was time to sing. Walking out on stage, we have seen so many people. Signs with our names and faces on them. They were so sweet and amazing. 

 Now is the time “Wie fühlen wir uns heute Abend? Ich weiß, wir sollten Pause machen. Ich wollte euch etwas zeigen. Bereit Mädels?” (How are we feeling tonight? I know we should be on break but I wanted to show you guys something. Ready girls?)

The guys gave me a head nod and we started on the song. It was 3 seconds into the song and the crowd is going wild. I could remember a thing after that. Now am back in the hotel room lying down. “You know you did amazing, you got all the words right” We stayed in two hotel rooms. I got the share with Nia. “Thanks, babe”

“G, wake up. Addy needs to talk to us” Nia told me “Girl what time is it?” “7 a.m., come on and get dressed, I have to go wake the other girls.” “Is everything okay?” “I don’t know. She told us to meet her downstairs in an hour or so. She told us to dress like ourselves. So go in the shower first, it takes you forever to do your hair” I laughed while she was walking to the next door. 

We all met up in Nia and I's room to just do some finishing touches on our look. We all have a different look. Jade, Alex, Nia, and I all wore the same shirt differently but had the same dark blue jeans. I had washed my hair and it ended up in a curled-up afro which I loved. I had made my shirt into a high crop top so you could still see our band name and the dark blue jeans high-waisted.

We got downstairs to see Addy waiting for us. “Good morning my loves. I want to meet you guys to some people!” “Addy I know you are the manager and all but I might have to kill you if you try to wake us up again this early?” Alex said. “I got you guys food” “Okay I love you again” Alex added. “So what's up,” I asked 

“Tokio Hotel saw your guys perform last night and they wanted to meet you, in person,” She said with a smile on her face. “Wait are you for really!” “Yes I am, and we have to meet this in 3 hours. The place is an hour away and I want you all awake so we will drive there. Get more food and meet up with them. Okay” “Yes” we added at the same time

“Let us get this shit on the road. Am want to sleep in the car” Alex had always been the outgoing one. Always speaking her mind and not caring. Jade was that way too but she had a filter. The car ride was okay. We called for a bit until Alex went to sleep. We stopped and ate and 15 minutes later we were at a company building. The man who was driving told us we had to go through the back, due to the fans. 

Even going through the back there was still fans everywhere. All I could think was that this group made it far. Each of us had a security guard by our side until we got into the building and into the room we were supposed to be in. Addy opened the door, she was greeted by a man who I assumed was their manager. They chatted for a few seconds then he looked at us.

“It is so nice to finally meet your girls. My name is Max and am the boy's mangers.” “Hello, Max” “Hi” we each said. “Max can you give the girls a run down for today” “Oh yes, I know it's one of your breaks from your show and I premises you girls can all sleep in Tom-” All I was thinking at this time was just sleep. “You and the boys will have an hour to yourself. No cameras, no pictures, nothing. Just getting to know each other.” He looked down had his right wrist “Then in about, an hour and a half now. We will have you guys take group pictures together. Everyone in Germany loves you guys here and why not have two big groups show some love to the people but give them what they want? Yeah!” 

The girls and I looked at each other “Excuse me, sir, what do you mean?” Nia was saying what we all were thinking. “The people want to see the group interact with one another. Is that fine with you guys?” Just nodding our heads yes. “All right, follow me!” He took us to a room, from the outside we could hear voices. 

He knocked on the door. “Boys there here”  He opened the door. The girls and I looked at each other. “So who’s going in first?” I asked “I say you G, You are a singer” “Yeah, G” “ What the fuck, why.?” You are the face of the group. Now go show your face first” I walked in with a fake smile on my face. The first person I see he a tall, guy with long brown hair. His smile was to die for and I only looked for 3 seconds before taking my eyes off him. 

The rest of the girls followed right next to me in a line. “Now I want you all to mix in with each other. Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav. Meet G, Jade, Alex and Nia. We will see you all in an hour” I looked around the room, It was like an office space. A big round table that fit all 8 of us. Everyone got into a spot with a person we didn’t know. The brown-haired boy sat on the right of me.

“Am Bill!” He had the biggest smile on his face and his hair was as big as mine. He sat on my left “I always wanted to meet you all. You guys are amazing!” He finished “So are you! Your voice is beautiful by the way”  I feel like I could talk to him for days without getting bored. “Do you only go by G?” “Yeah it is a stage name. And It is easier to say for people” 

It took a while but everyone started talking to one another. It felt so good being about the talk to people who have the same passion that you do. We related to each other, not even an hour later and it felt like we had been friends for over years. Less than an hour. 

I found out his name, Georg. He was talking to Jade about the animal when she brought up my name. “Oh G loves animals, She has like 5 dogs. Right G?” “Oh what's their name?” Georg had asked me. “Princess, Prince, Zoey and Zion. I only have 4.” I laughed, he was looking at me the whole time I was talking or anytime we talked. He would always be the one asking me questions. I just felt so open with him, I didn't know how to act. He made me feel somewhat. A safe way but I didn’t know if I wanted to get too close, just to keep out of making a fool of myself. 

Right when I finished laughing with Georg the door opened. We didn't stop talking, we were all having a good time. “Okay guys, It's time to go,” Addy told us “It's off the the shot. Now would you all like to take different cars or take the bus?” Max asked. “We will take the same bus, I have so much to ask Alex” Bill and Alex were talking the whole time. They seem like they would become best friends by the end of the day. 

I made sure everyone got a chance to walk out the door before I did. Georg stayed behind me. “You can go first,” I told him “No it's fine, please go first” “I really hope we aren't gonna fight about this” “We are not, because you will be going first” I walked out signing. I walked out to see Max and Addy waiting for us. We walked ahead of them. I looked behind me to see them talking, I tried to listen but I could hear nothing with Alex and Bill talking loudly. 

We went through the first to get to the bus. There were fans everywhere. Since Georg and I stayed behind a little, we ended a stuck. With people trying to get on the bus. “Hold my hand, I will push us through this,” He told me and I told his hand and made it on the bus, safely.

I hoped you like it!

[i-didnt-hate-it]

I didn't hate Godzilla X Kong: The New Empire, honestly it was awesome!

I just got done watching it so I'm still digesting it, but here are my initial thoughts. Any potential spoilers will go under a break.

I went into GxK that it would be similar to GvK and the other Monsterverse films: big monkey hit big lizard, big lizard breathe laser, big monkey block laser with big axe, and so on. And don't get me wrong, it definitely was all that, all pro wrestling but with big monsters, but in a cooler way than what I thought. I'm still trying to figure out what all made GxK more than what I was expecting, but I think this is the main bit.

In today's media, there seems to basically be two options. Either you make a show on streaming, which means your seasons are too short so you have to sacrifice character to plot. Or you make a two to three hour long movie, which uses a big budget to explain either characters or concept, hopefully with something of a plot to tie it together.

But GxK is a secret third thing. Worldbuilding. Adding to lore. Letting the landscapes they paint and the creatures that inhabit them speak for themselves. There were long stretches of screentime where the titans weren't necessarily fighting, they were just doing their thing, exploring their worlds.

Now obviously we need some humans to A, be able to connect to the story some, and B, know what is actually going on. Because while I would love a completely dialogue kaiju movie, the concepts and gimmicks of the Monsterverse just get too convoluted to figure out without Exposition Lady.

I can confirm that Legendary realized that the less human characters they have the better. The cast was relatively small, and while character development was minimal, they did make me feel some feelings toward some of the humans. But they made the right call not giving them too much of the story. What is this, Godzilla Minus One?

It's not, and if you can go into it knowing that it isn't even close to being the same movie as Minus One, and just watch it as a fun Monsterverse entry, I think you'll love it. The music is great too, better than GvK, imo. VFX were awesome too.

Okay, now for some spoilers, just random extra thoughts:

Godzilla really did the OMG MOTHRA!!! thing from that one meme! And I did too tbh, our Queen is back and beautiful as ever!

I love how it wasn't an instant father/son connection between Kong and Mini-Kong (I don't remember his name). Kong tried to help him out a couple times, but then gave up after MINI KONG TRIED TO KILL HIM LIKE MULTIPLE TIMES! Like come on, this little guy is just chaotic. But like they actually had growth in their trust and relationship, it wasn't just like "me big, you little, I dad now".

Scar King was actually a lot cooler than I was expecting. Shimo/Shimu whatever her name is did not have as big a role as I was expecting, but I'm glad she's okay.

Shout out to Mothra for stopping her boyfriend from killing Kong, helping them in Hollow Earth, and then just chilling when they all went to Rio. She said, "you guys got this, right?"

When I saw there was another hollow earth inside Hollow Earth, I'll admit I had a bit of an eye roll. But they explained it away pretty well.

SCOTTISH GUY THAT SAID SHIT IN STAR WARS. Alex Ferns is literally the same character he was in Andor.

I love how they imply that they basically imply that the Iwi had something to do with building the pyramids in Egypt by having the portal thing open RIGHT NEXT TO THEM. Made a cool setting for the fight, too.

At this point, I have no idea how big the Coliseum actually is.

Last thing, for now. For having top billing, Godzilla wasn't in it as much as I thought he might be. I think Legendary is realizing that if you have a character like Godzilla who can just level up his powers instantly to take on anything, and just kinda does his own thing, you've gotta limit that screen time. Since Kong is kinda humanoid, it's easier to empathize with him and thus add character development. Godzilla can only convey so much emotion that most humans can relate to (obviously Shin and Minus convey a lot of emotions, but anyway). Godzilla is in the movie, but Kong is more of the star. Honestly the world of the Hollow Earth and the Iwi people and their history are almost as much of the focus.

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Halloween Party- Graham Coxon x Reader

first post on here lol so this’ll be very messy.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

summary: you go to alex’s halloween party to impress graham who you learn isn’t going. what happens when you and damon get drunk together and play spin the bottle?

it was finally here. halloween night. the one night everyone hosts parties on, especially a good mate of mine. alex always hosts parties on halloween, obviously making costumes mandatory. this year i decided to dress a bit revealing in hopes to impress a certain shy guitar player. i wore a white dress, revealing quite a bit of my chest, with white elbow long gloves, white fishnets, some fluffy angel wings accompanied by a white fluffy halo sitting on top my head. i even found some perfect white mary janes to complete my look. almost complete my look. i heard knocking from my front door, signaling me that damon was here. i quickly finish up my simple makeup, white eyeshadow with clear lip gloss. i grab my crossbody bag and a small red jug before opening the door to greet the man who was wearing a sailor outfit.

“out of everything, dames, you chose a sailor?” i step out my place and lock the door before shutting it.

“nope. i’m a SEXY sailor.” he proudly grins, hands to his hips.

“uh…no.” i walk past him and start heading to the elevator.

“come on, y/n, why don’t you fancy me?” he genuinely questions.

“because i fancy someone else, dames, you already know that.”

“ugh yeah yeah, head over heels for my best friend.” he shudders.

we finally reach his car and start heading to the party.

“so what’s with the jug?” he motions to the mysterious jug at my feet.

“it’s blood for my costume.”

“a bloody angel? how sexy.” he winks at me.

“exactly what i’m going for.” i smile happily.

“is this all for graham?” he asks, a look of worry plastered all over.

“yeah?”

“oh, my dear y/n…he won’t be there, he declined. he’s staying home.” he kept looking at me and then the road and then me quickly.

“turn around, i’m going home.” i didn’t hesitate.

“oh come on, y/n, you don’t need to have graham there to have fun. it’s gra anyways, he’s too shy to do anything fun.”

“i don’t care, i was going to try and make a move dames! god, why does he have to be a party pooper sometimes.” i grumble.

we reach the destination, cars littering the area.

“can you help me with the blood, dames?” i grab my stuff and step out.

“of course, love.” he grabbed the jug from me and began pouring it all over.

he poured where it would look good, mostly over my chest.

“jesus damon, i think my boobs are soaked in blood.”

“that’ll be a nice sight.” he smirks.

i whack his arm to which he hisses and stupidly holds it in “pain”. we put the jug away and start heading to the life of the night. music deafened my ears and bright lights blinded my eyes. i grabbed onto damon as he lead us straight to the kitchen, aka the bar. he poured himself a red solo cup of straight vodka before downing it in one gulp. he then cautiously poured me some, watching at everyone near him. glad to know he’s watching out for me. he hands me the cup and i do the same as him, wanting to get drunk quickly and end the graham-less night. the more damon and i drank, the more i forgot about the shy man i’m head over heels for. i don’t know how or when but damon and i ended up on the dance floor, dancing on one another. i wasn’t on him but he was on me, shaking his ass in front of me. he wasn’t necessarily twerking but just had his hands on his knees and he moved his ass up and down. i laugh at his attempt and gave it a firm slap to which he yelped at. he went back to dancing on me, grinding on me like a girl would on a guy. i felt him up, his curves and everything. he turned around to face me, hooded eyes staring into mine before he sloppily connected our lips. i kissed back a bit but we both pulled away and stared at each other before bursting out laughing. we then made our way to the kitchen when we were stopped by alex, the man of the hour.

“hola guys! i love you guys so much! let’s play spin the bottle!” he was already shit faced drunk.

he led us to a different room with a couple people sitting in a circle, an empty vodka bottle in the middle. damon’s hand was holding mine this entire time even when we sat down next to each other. alex went first and landed on some random girl, it obviously got steamy quickly cause it was alex. dave went next and landed on alex, to which he rolled his eyes to.

“don’t make out with me you wanker.” he warned.

as they kissed, everyone including damon hollered and whooped. they pulled away and immediately damon went. the bottle slowed and eventually landed on me.

“2nd times a charm, y/n.” he winked.

“oh hush it.” i smacked his arm again.

i looked at everyone in the group as they whistled at us, except one guy. he was unfamiliar, a mask hiding his identity. he was dressed as a devil, just a red button up, black trousers with a red cape and horns. i quickly dismissed the guy and went back to damon. i grabbed onto his collar and brought his lips to mine. we kissed even longer than the one on the dance floor, but still sloppy. i subconsciously moved to sit in his lap, his hands on my thighs. i held his face in my hands and deepened the kiss and added tongue. he began to move his hands up but i quickly pulled away and fell back. laughing my ass off on the floor, he soon joined in.

“sorry dames but you are NOT graham.” i wipe a tear that fell from laughing.

i looked up to look at the devil man, just staring. i stopped laughing, his whole vibe intriguing me.

“your turn, angel.” alex wiggled his eyebrows.

i sat back up and in my spot before spinning. i sat on my heels, waiting to see who i kiss. if i land on damon, i swear i might just say fuck it and fuck him. but then the bottle stopped on the mystery man.

“who the hell is this man!” damon argued, upset i didn’t get him.

i slowly crawled to the man, his position the same.

“hello there.” i softly said, stopping in front of him.

he just politely nodded in return. i huffed at him, sitting on my heels again.

i slowly begin lifting up his mask but he stops me to do it himself. he lifts it up barely enough to expose his lips. i bite my own at the sight of his beautiful lips.

“can i?” i ask.

he just nods. i then connect our lips, tasting the alcohol that he previously downed. i moaned at the taste, loving the whisky. the man wasn’t kissing back which upset me, so i began pulling away but his hands grabbed my face to pull me back. his sudden confidence causing me to gasp. i then go to sit in his lap like i did with damon. his fingertips burned my skin, the right way. i ran my hands up his chest, feeling whatever i can. i planned on stopping and getting up but his hand on my boob changed my mind. i threw my head back and moaned, his lips now kissing my neck. i gripped his shoulders, eyes squeezed shut.

“fuck this, i’m getting out of here.” i hear damon grumble, stomping away.

i opened my eyes to watch him leave, wanting to go after him but the man securing my legs around him distracted me. he then stood up and led us to a bedroom.

“have fun!” alex cheered at me.

i was confused on who this man was. i wanted to go to damon, comfort and apologize to him, but this guy refused. once we were in a room and we were on the bed, i pulled away.

“look man, i gotta go to my friend. he needs me.” i start to get up but he grabs my wrist.

“fuck damon. i need you more y/n.” the man finally speaks.

his voice was familiar, very very familiar. it scared me, who was he? then it clicked. my eyes widen as far as they can and my mouth falls open. i try to get off him and stand up but i just fell to the floor. he stood up to help me but i scramble away.

“no…no fucking way…” i felt like i was dreaming.

it can’t be him. i finally get myself to stand up and go towards him. i reach up to his mask but he stops me again. i stay there, staring into the eyeholes of the mask, trying to confirm my theory. he then let my wrist go, letting me proceed my journey to take off his mask. and i do. i peel the mask off, instantly dropping it from my trembling fingers. there he was. the shy guy that i’ve fallen for, lips flushed pink from kissing me. he kissed me.

“graham…” i breathed out.

“hello.” he sucked his bottom lip.

“how…? damon said you weren’t gonna be here…” i was confused, the alcohol making this a much more bigger deal than it should be.

“he was right, i didn’t want to come but i-uh-i-i wanted to see you…” he looked down at the ground, nervously.

“i came to see you! but when i knew you weren’t coming, i wanted to leave but it was too late.”

“is that why you were kissing damon like that?” his voice sounded hurt.

“that shit meant nothing, gra. you even heard me say that he wasn’t you.” i defended my drunken actions.

“what would you have done if it was?” he glanced up at me, bottom lip still sucked in.

“everything. you don’t know how much i want you, graham.”

“then show me.”

“what?”

“show me how much you want me.” his low voice turning me on.

i didn’t hesitate to kiss him again, hands immediately in his soft hair. something to finally cross off my bucket list. his hands softly rested on my hips, slightly gripping whenever i’d tug on his hair. we moved back to the bed, graham moving to lay against the headboard. i crawled to him, his bottom lip being attacked by his nibbling teeth.

“do you want me as much as i want you gra?”

“a lot, y/n. i’ve always wanted you since i saw you. fuck damon-wait, DON’T fuck damon…fuck me. please…” he whined, begging.

i moaned as my response to his neediness. i begin to strip him, unbuttoning his shirt and untying his cape. he went to take off the horns but i stopped him.

“keep them on. they’re cute on you.” i smile once he smiles.

“anything for you, love.”

hearing him call me that is different from when damon does. it gives me multiple butterflies and a contagious smile. i unbutton his trousers and struggled to pull them down but i do. i discarded his clothing all over the floor, not caring for them anymore.

“it’s unfair i’m naked, y/n. please undress..” he gave me puppy dog eyes.

“i can never say no to you.” i squeeze his cheeks, puckering his lips so i can kiss them.

i take off my bag and threw it wherever, hearing the stuff inside clatter together. i then unzip my dress, slowly pulling it down my body, eventually exposing my bare top. graham’s eyes go wide at the sight of my nude self, well only my boobs so far. he bites his lip, flaring his nostrils as he whines out, thrusting his hips upwards. i chuckle at him, getting drenched at his attitude. i began to quickly take everything else off except my halo since he said so.

“you look like a real life angel, it fits.”

we went back to kissing, my clothed pussy sitting so perfectly onto his hard cock. his hips would stutter up and he’d rub against me causing me to moan.

“please, baby. please fuck me, i want you so bad. i wanna feel you so bad.” he begs, whimpering for me.

“god, you’re such a good boy for me.” i kiss his cheek.

fuck the teasing and foreplay, his ass is getting his reward immediately. i’ve been wanting this forever. WE’VE been wanting this forever and dragging this out even more will be absolute torture for us. i sit up a bit to take off my underwear, throwing that wherever as well. i then pull down his boxers, hard cock springing out. the sight of seeing him like this made my stomach rumble with butterflies. i quickly took his boxers off before sitting back on his lap.

“you don’t know how much i’ve wanted you…how long i’ve wanted you.”

“please please, hurry and show me. i’m yours…” and then i came conscious at that exact moment.

hearing graham coxon tell me he’s all mine released some sober primal animal. i took his dick and stroked him a bit. already hearing his moans made me wanna cum. i then sat his tip against my folds before sinking down on him. we both loudly moaned, feeling complete like this. like his dick was made for me and my pussy was made for him. matched like a god damn puzzle. i began rolling my hips, pleasure already being overwhelming. his hands went to play with my boobs, hypnotized by them through his cute glasses. i played with his hair, loving the feeling of it between my fingers. he began kissing my neck, nibbling at the skin and harshly sucking to leave marks.

“fuck yeah gra…mark me..i’m all yours.” i bounced up and down, his hands feeling whatever he can.

he found my sweet spot, sucking on it to earn my loud moans. his name just spewing out my mouth, it felt right. my riding started to slow down and i noticed.

“switch.” i breathed out.

“huh?” he pulled away from my neck

“switch, gra. i’m getting tired.” the sweat on my forehead proving right.

he understood and positioned us to where he could flip over easily. he succeeded. he took over and began thrusting into me insanely. he didn’t hold back at all. he waited for this moment every since he saw me, he felt guilty but he always wondered what it’ll feel like to be inside me. deep inside me. like right now. my legs wrapped around him, pushing him closer to me and he got deeper and faster. i scratched at his back, leaving marks but he didn’t care. his hair stuck to his forehead except some parts that swung with every thrust. he felt empty, connecting our lips fixing that problem. his hands were resting by the sides of my head, itching to feel me up but he knew he’d lose balance if he removed one. from the beginning he hit that one spot, and he kept hitting. i spat lewd noises into his mouth to which he returned every time he felt my fingernails against his skin or my fingers tug his hair. his glasses were basically off his face, just being held on by our faces smooshed together. i helped him out and pushed them up and they surprisingly stayed.

i pulled away from his lips slightly just to moan out, “fuck gra, i’m gonna cum.”

i pull his hair. a moan followed by a whimper escaped his puffy lips.

“me too, love.” he gripped the bedsheets next to my head.

we went back to kissing as we found it addicting, worse than cigarettes and alcohol.

“fuck gra! i’m-“ i cut myself off as i moaned loudly when i felt the coil in my stomach tighten to its max. and hearing him whimper out my name tipped me over the edge.

“i fucking love you, graham!” i moan out as i cum all over his throbbing cock, squeezing his shoulders.

he continued to thrust, almost there. my body turning cold from the insane overstimulation.

“fuck gra, cum in me.”

and that tipped him over the edge. he did exactly that.

“fuck! i fucking love you too, y/n!” he moaned, his glasses falling off his face and onto my chest.

i felt him fill me up, moaning at the feeling. he thrusted a few more times before eventually collapsing on top of me, after i grabbed his glasses and set them on the nightstand. he laid there, cheek smooshing against my chest. i felt his hot breath against my sticky skin. i began playing with his hair again, my new favorite thing to do.

“did you mean it?” he spoke up.

“mean what?”

he propped himself up slightly to look at me.

“are you drunk or did you mean it when you said you love me?” his voice back to shy and nervous.

“i’m drunk, gra.” his face immediately saddening at my words.

“but i meant everything i’ve said. i love you incredibly graham leslie coxon. more than you could ever know-more than i could ever know.” i rest my palm on his cheek, him leaning into it made me smile.

“oh gosh, y/n. you make me the happiest man in the world, even before today. hearing your name or even seeing you made my day 100x better. i want to be with you everyday. i love you so so so so so so sooooo much. even more than the beatles.” he sheepishly admits.

i playfully gasp at his words.

“not sir mccartney! oh how devastated will he be!” i dramatically rest the back of my hand on my forehead.

he laughs at me, kissing my palm and then the bare skin below him.

“will you be my girlfriend, y/n? so we can have many more moments like this.”

“sex or talking in bed?” i question.

the tip of his ears turn red while his face eventually does too.

“i’m joking, my love. of course i will. i wanna spend forever with you. eternity with you.” i pucker my lips, inviting him for a kiss to which he gladly accepts.

he struggles to climb close to me but gets there.

“god, can’t i marry you already?” he groans against my lips.

“one day, my love. soon” i caress his soft cheek before kissing him again.

we eventually got into a more comfortable position, taking off our head pieces that got quickly discarded on the floor. him laying on his back as i lay my head on his chest meant it’s his turn to play with my hair but i still found a way to play with his, reaching my arm up to his head. we talked our lovey dovey talk and eventually fell asleep, the sound of the crazy party outside the door was muted. little to my knowledge, graham subconsciously locked the door as it’s a habit, and i’m incredibly grateful since as we slept many horny people tried to pry their way in for a place to fuck. after the party ended, alex made his way throughout his house to kick out all the stray people, eventually stopping at our door. he unlocked the door with his key and swung it open but stopped himself from yelling once he saw it was us. he smiled to himself, happy graham grew balls to finally make a move. he always told graham that we’d be good together, a perfect match. he realized he was staring at our naked bodies entangled together and cringed at his accidental creepiness and left, quietly closing the door. the next morning felt magical, waking and seeing graham right next to me was like a dream. once he woke up too, we showered and dressed back in our dirty halloween clothes, making our way downstairs to see alex, damon, and dave all hungover eating breakfast. damon was about to bite into some toast when he looked up and dropped it.

“you fucker! damn you, graham, you stole y/n.” he complained.

“oh hush dames, it was never gonna happen.” i roll my eyes and rub graham’s back to reassure him.

“i know, i know. i’m only fucking with you, but it was nice to have you as a kissing buddy. missed you, care to spare one more.” he puckered his lips once graham and i got closer to the table.

i bent down to make it seem like i was gonna kiss him but i grabbed his toast and set it against his lips instead.

“no way. eat up, dames, it’ll help.” i pat his back before heading to make graham and i breakfast.

once i go into the kitchen, i saw all of them patting graham’s back basically congratulating him. i saw graham shyly smile and blush insanely before making eye contact with me, avoiding theirs. i wink and blow a kiss to him. he blushed even harder and looked away from me. holy shit, i love this man so much.

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Diary of a Hawkins Hussy: A Stranger Things x Reader Anthology

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, smut, smoking, fingering, oral sex, protected sex, heavy kissing/groping, multiple orgasms, light squirting, rough sex, use of handcuffs, praise/degradation, overstimulation, light crying, dirty talk, brief LGBTQ+ references

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Diary Entry #4: Eddie Munson

June 5th, 1984

Dear diary,

After over a month of non-stop paperwork and interviews, among other things, I have finally gotten the hang of running Waxed Out 100% on my own. I have hired a couple kids to work below me, and they are exactly what I was looking for. There's Alex, a bright young boy who is obsessed with rock n' roll. He can tell you every band member, the instruments they play, stories behind their songs/albums, etc. He's like a living encyclopedia. I also hired a girl named Julie, who reminds me of a younger version of myself. She's very well-versed in most genres, and she has the most primo picks when it comes to playing music in the store. We're the dream team, us three. They're very respectful and eager to learn, and Icouldn't be happier with them as employees.

Despite figuring my shit out at work, however, a certain old flame of mine has quickly moved on to dating someone else I happen to have previously slept with. I don't want to go into detail about that, though. It's honestly too painful. It's bad enough to see them out together, kissing and giggling the way they used to with me. But it's for the best, and I can surely find someone else to date or fuck quite easily.

Moving on to more amusingthings, I happened to catch a sneaky little shoplifter today. Well, more like I caught him before he could even manage to take anything...

You're sitting on the stool behind the counter, reading another one of your novels as usual on a slow afternoon. Alex has just left for the day, so you're on your own until closing time. You don't mind it, you like the quiet. Alex, despite his great work ethic and extensive musical knowledge, can be quite the chatterbox. It's a bit tedious at times, though you'd never say so. He's only sixteen, and he's a nice kid. You would never hurt his feelings.

The bell above the door tinkles, and you barely look up from your book to see a somewhat familiar face. An older boy, with brown, curly hair that goes just past his chin, full lips, and slightly oversized brown eyes. He's dressed in dark-colored jeans held up with a belt bearing a buckle in the shape of handcuffs, with a Metallica t-shirt and a battle vest loaded with various patches up top. Weathered converse adorn his feet, classic black with that iconic star logo on the outer side. He looks like the typical kid you see in here, browsing around for the latest rebellious sound.

His eyes meet yours for a moment, before quickly darting away. Perhaps he's shy, which is your first thought. But he moves oddly around the store, seemingly trying to find the most obscured view from where you sit. A thief, huh?, you think to yourself. These dumbass kids always think they're so slick. But they're not slick enough for you. You watch him closely, flicking your pupils up from your novel in a subtle way. He keeps looking back at you to see if you're paying attention, so you have to let him think you're none the wiser. He settles on the heavy metal section of cassette tapes. Small, easy to stow away in pants pockets, makes sense he'd try that. But before he can even lift a finger to touch the tape he's got his eye on, you speak up.

"If you even think of stealing from me, I'll have you on the floor in three seconds flat." You say sternly, making him freeze in place. He's unsure what to do. Should he try to take the tape and run? Or stay put until you ream him for attempting to steal? "Come here, kid." You order him over, marking your place and setting your novel down on the counter. The kid turns around, looking absolutely terrified. He shuffles over to you, shame playing about his fearful face. He doesn't look at you, his eyes trained on the floor until he meets the counter. "What's your name?" You ask. At first he doesn't answer, shaking his head. You sigh, rolling your eyes. "I'm not gonna call the cops. I just want to talk to you." You say calmly, which seems to relax him a little. He raises his head, and swallows hard.

"Eddie." He almost mumbles, picking at his fingers anxiously.

"What?" You ask, having not fully heard him.

"My name, is Eddie." He repeats himself, speaking more clearly now.

"Alright, Eddie. How old are you?" You continue to question him, noting how much he's shaking.

"E-Eighteen." Eddie stutters, which you can't help finding a little bit cute. If he hadn't been trying to take something without paying, you'd say he's pretty easy on the eyes altogether.

"Okay. You mind telling me what you were after over there?" You figure there's no need to spend much time berating him for such a petty crime. There must be a reason he wanted...something over there. And you can't bear to quash anyone's passion for music, not even in this instance.

"Um...Defenders of The Faith." Eddie blurts, wondering why you're even asking.

"Judas Priest, huh?" You say with a light laugh, taking a closer look at his patches now. Motörhead, Iron Maiden, Megadeth. Yep, it's just as you suspected. He's a full-blown metalhead.

"You know them?" He asks curiously.

"I know I don't look it, Eddie. But I'm quite familiar with metal music. Well, all music, really. I can't manage this store without the musical knowledge to back it up, you know." You chuckle, watching his eyes widen in awe of you. He appears to find you extremely cool in this moment. How cute.

"Sorry. I swear, I didn't mean anything by that." Eddie apologizes, though you understand perfectly what he meant.

"It's alright. I'm not offended." You giggle, making him laugh gently as well. He's got a nice laugh, you could definitely stand to hear it quite often.

"You do look a little young to be running this shop all by yourself, though." He says, finding it a bit strange that such a young, beautiful woman like yourself would be working in a dusty old store like this.

"You could say that. I'm nineteen, getting close to twenty, if you must know." You reply, and he smiles a little wider at your response. "What?" You ask, wondering why he's so happy about that.

"Nothing. You're just...really pretty." He says bashfully, his cheeks turning red. "A-And it's impressive that you run this place all by yourself." He adds, hoping he's not insulting you by focusing on your looks.

"Well, Eddie, I'm very flattered. And, lucky for you, flattery works with me." You say lowly, giving him a certain look with your eyes that only deepens the crimson on his flesh. "How 'bout this: you bring that tape you want over here, and I'll give it to you on the house? Hm?" You offer.

"Really?" Eddie asks in disbelief. Just a few minutes ago, you were ready to tackle him to the floor for shoplifting. And now, you're going to let him have that coveted album for his collection for free?

"Yeah. You seem nice enough, and you've got good taste." You smile and shrug. He nods his head, and practically skips over to the section to retrieve the tape. He sets it on the counter, and you ring it in and bag it up for him. You write down the price for later, you'll pay it out of your own pocket at the end of the day. "Here you go. And one more thing, Eddie. If you want to shop here, please bring money next time?"

"Yeah, I will. And I'm sorry for trying to steal from you...Y/N." He says apologetically, reading your name from your tag as you hadn't told it to him yourself.

"It's alright. I used to have sticky fingers, too, once upon a time." You grin, reminiscing on your high school days of snatching the occasional pack of gum or tube of lipstick when you were bored. "Well, I dunno about you, but I've got a novel to get back to." You say, interrupting your own nostalgic daydreaming.

"Oh, right. I'd better get goin' anyway." Eddie adds awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "But it was nice to meet you, Y/N. Thanks for the tape, and for not calling the cops." He laughs, picking up the small paper bag in his hands.

"No problem, Eddie. I'm sure I'll see you around. Let me know how that tape suits you when you come in again. I'd love to hear your thoughts." You say cooly, and he nods in response. He backs away from the counter, clumsily bumping into the record shelving. You can't help giggling a little at his misstep, it's quite obvious that he finds you attractive.

"Shit." He mutters under his breath, blushing again at his clumsiness. He gives you a weak laugh and smile, before turning around and running out of the store in embarrassment. You watch him step out onto the street, and laugh a little harder at his palm smacking against his forehead as he scolds himself.

June 8th, 1984

Dear diary,

Eddie stopped by again, and we talked at length about the album I let him walk away with. We discussed our favorite tracks, mine being "Love Bites", and his choice, "Eat Me Alive". The whole thing is extremely solid, not to mention rather sexy, in a very aggressive way. But that's the way I like it. As does Eddie, I would imagine. He kind of danced around that subject as much as he could, though. I don't blame him, it's not exactly comfortable to talk in detail about sex to someone you've just met (and totally have a crush on).But we're definitely sharing a vibe, there's no doubt about that.

Our conversation ventured to other areas, like other bands in the genre. Metallica is a big-time favorite for him. I'm more of a Sabbath girl, myself, but there's not much to dislike within that whole scene. It felt like we talked for hours, while also not being nearly enough time before I got a bit of a rush in the store. I recommended some new stuff for Eddie to try, which he didn'twaste a second in purchasing when I had to get back to work. He hadn't heard of Dokken before, which was a real shame, in my opinion. They're a little more glam than the stuff Eddie seems to like, but I have a feeling he'll enjoy them. If I've read him as well as I think I have, that is. I can't wait to hear what he thinks, he's a highly stimulating conversation partner.

June 11th, 1984

Dear diary,

My little wannabe thief returned again today. He absolutely devoured Tooth and Claw, which I was hoping he would. He said he played it over and over, really listening to the words, while also thinking about me. In what manner that was, I have no idea. He kind of froze up for a second after he said that, like he had never meant to tell me such a thing. It was really cute, though. Ugh, the way his cheeks went all red, and his breath got stuck in his throat... It was a beautiful sight.

He hung around for a while, I'd have a mind to call it loitering if Ididn't like him so much. But it's honestly really nice to have him around, he's far more entertaining than the novels I keep burning through every day. He's smart, and funny, and a total nerd on top of all that. He absolutely will not shut up about Lord of the Rings and Dungeons & Dragons, not that I'd ever want him to. Eddie's so passionate when he speaks, he's mesmerizing to watch. And Ican't help resting my head in my hand as I dreamily observe him going on and on about anything and everything.

I'd very much like to hang out with him outside of work sometime. But hell if I know if that's something he'd be interested in. I mean, Iknow we like each other. But he's sort of shy at times, and I'd hate to drive him into his shell if I push him too far. I think it's probably best to wait for him to make that move, if that's what he wants. I don't want him to stop coming in, and Idon't want to lose the nice talks we have at the shop. Eddie brightens my day every timeI see him, making the ones where he doesn't pop in feel gloomy in comparison.

June 15th, 1984

Dear diary,

It's been a few days since I've seen Eddie. It's not a huge deal, but it's like I've said before, I really enjoy being around him. I can't help my head snapping up to see if he's the one walking in the door every time that damn bell rings. But of course, it hasn't been him yet. In the meantime, I replay the conversations we've had on repeat in my mind, remembering how perfect his plush lips look when he talks. Or the way his eyes almost never leave mine when he's listening to me, those large pools of luscious chocolate that I could get lost in for hours. Or the lines that indent his gorgeous face whenever he smiles or scrunches his nose. I've got it bad, diary. I want this ridiculous, charming, handsome young man, to a point where I'm seriously questioning my sanity.

June 18th, 1984

Dear diary,

Just when I was starting to get worried that I'd never see my new acquaintance again, he showed up at the perfect time. My heart almost exploded when I saw his face, and I had to keep myself from going all giddy when he sidled up to the counter...

"Hey there, long-time no-see, Eddie. What have you been getting up to?" You chirp as Eddie comes right over to you.

"Uh, not much. Just been tryin' to talk my uncle into letting me get my GED instead of repeating senior year." He speaks casually, giving you a warm smile. "How's the store goin'?" He leans over the counter on his forearms, getting very comfortable in your personal space.

"The shop's been alright, nothing unusual. It's been missing you, though, I suppose." You reply, feeling your cheeks heat up at how close he is. He's gotten this close before, but it feels different today. Maybe it's because he's been away so long, and you've been thinking about him almost every second in his absence.

"Aw, you missed me? That's sweet." Eddie teases, making you roll your eyes. "Relax, Y/N. I missed you, too. I kept thinking about the next time I'd be able to come in here and be a pain in your ass." He says playfully, leaning even further towards you. For a brief moment, you're almost within kissing distance. That is, until Eddie loses his balance and almost slips onto the floor. He backs off to reorient himself, giving you a small glare when you giggle at his clumsiness.

"You can come back here if you want. Might keep you from falling on your ass." You offer, you figure there's no harm in it. He's not going to steal from you, and you're stuck in yet another snail-paced day in terms of business.

"Cool, thanks." He grins, practically scurrying around the counter to join you in the employee area. He hops up to sit on the edge, swinging his legs back and forth.

"Cute." You muse, settling back onto your stool across from him. You both sit quietly for a little while, unsure what else to say. The only sounds you can hear are the cars passing by down the street outside, and the Prince album playing at a reasonable volume on the store's sound system.

"So...what now?" Eddie asks, breaking the awkward moment of silence.

"I dunno, Eds. I kinda thought you'd be the one bringing the conversation." You answer, and he nods. You carefully observe him, his shifting gaze, his fingers fidgeting with the massive rings that rest upon them. He's thinking very hard of something to say, trying his best to keep you from becoming bored with him.

"Right." He chuckles nervously, nodding his head. "Well, I was thinking..." He pauses, trying to find the words. You look at him expectantly, and he continues. "...I-I was wondering if you'd, um..." He keeps fumbling over his own train of thought, but you can already gather what he's getting at. A knowing smile grows on your lips, though Eddie isn't sure why. You let him take his time, he'll get the words out eventually. "Would you like to, uh...hang out sometime?" He finally finishes, his tone heightening at the words 'hang out'.

"And what exactly would you have in mind for us to do if we 'hang out', Eddie?" You ask curiously, crossing your arms. Given his nervousness, you can tell he's been thinking about this a lot. Surely he has some kind of plan in place, whether it's just listening to music and talking, or doing intimate things in either of your homes.

"Well, I was thinking you could come over to my place. We could listen to tapes in my room, or watch a movie or somethin'." He shrugs, trying to sound casual. But the light quiver in his voice gives him away. He's been dying to get closer to you, you've been taking over his mind since you gave him that tape. You're so pretty, and sweet, and you listen to him ramble on for hours. No one else has ever done that for him. Not even his uncle Wayne, supportive as he is. Every time he's been around you, he gets this unbearable urge to pull you close and kiss you. It's not exactly a common occurrence for him, and even less so for those feelings to seemingly be reciprocated.

"I'd be alright with that." You say with a smile, hopping down from your stool to slowly walk over to Eddie. "Is there anything else you've been thinking about doing with me, Eds?" You ask innocently, peering up at him from under your lashes once you're standing right in front of him.

"I-I guess." He stutters, swallowing hard at you invading his space this time.

"And what would that be?" You question, stepping between his legs that he's had spread apart this whole time. You're not touching him, you're just occupying the gap he's left wide open.

"I dunno if I should say. I don't want you to think I'm a perv or something." Eddie holds your gaze, wondering what you're going to say or do next. He'd love nothing more than to admit all the dirty things he's thought about you. How he's held himself in his hand at night, quietly murmuring your name while listening to the albums you've shown him, imagining you there with him in his room doing very inappropriate things.

"I wouldn't think that at all, Eddie." You shake your head, giving him a reassuring smile. He doesn't say anything else, he's too busy thinking about the filthy scenarios in his head again. "You don't have to tell me if it'll make you uncomfortable. We can talk about it later, when we're in your room...if you'd like." You speak lowly, gently placing your hands on his thighs. His breath catches at your touch, and his eyes refuse to leave yours. "How's Friday night sound?"

"Sounds great." He smiles, eager to have these plans with you.

"Good. I'm looking forward to it." Your hands travel further up his legs, stopping just before you reach where his hands have been resting between them. Eddie sighs quietly, enjoying the simple ways you've been touching him. He's excited for you to touch him even more on Friday, and he's even more excited to touch you in all the ways he'll hope you'll like. He can't wait to see what turns you on, how easily and frequently he can make you moan for him. He's getting a little hard just thinking about it. Thankfully, his draped hands obscure your view of the subtle erection growing in his jeans.

"Cool." Eddie clears his throat, quickly trying to make his boner go away so he can leave. He doesn't want you to see how easily horny you've made him, it's seriously embarrassing. He quickly thinks about all the things that definitely turn him off, holding back his sigh of relief once he's no longer aroused. He takes hold of your hands, gently grasping them in his own, the backs of his palms resting on his thighs. "I really like you, Y/N." Eddie says sweetly, brushing his thumbs across your skin.

"I really like you too, Eds." You reply with a warm smile. He seems much more relaxed now, comfortable in your presence once again. It is a bit fun to watch someone get flustered when you flirt with them, but it's even better to witness them unfurl like a budding flower. Opening up to you, accepting your advances.

"Can I..." He starts to ask, raising a hand to cup your cheek. He can't help but pause, he's unsure that a move like this is right. At least so early. You can feel calluses on his hands, presumably from playing guitar. He's mentioned it before, his 'shitty little band', as he put it.

"Can you what?" You almost whisper when the rest of his words don't come. You already know what he's going to ask, but you long to hear him actually say it out loud.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks again, much more confident this time. You're just about to respond by bringing your lips toward his, when the bell above the door jingles. You immediately pull away, turning your attention to whoever has annoyingly destroyed your little moment with Eddie. You clear your throat, returning to your usual position at the register.

"Hey kiddos, what brings you in today?" You ask when you look to find Will Byers and his friends coming through the door in a loud bundle. They're bickering over their next D&D campaign, but they quickly stop once you acknowledge them.

"Y/N!" They shout excitedly in unison, running over to the counter. You come around to greet them, letting them each give you a small hug. You almost forget that Eddie is still here. You're a bit preoccupied with the boys talking over each other to ask you about the new albums they've been waiting on.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm gonna get goin'. But I'll see you on Friday, 'kay?" Eddie says, getting out of your area and heading for the door. He's walking backwards, wanting to see your face one last time before he departs. You suppose he's in a bit of a hurry after failing to kiss you.

"Sure thing! Can't wait!" You call after him, giving him the biggest genuine smile you can. He nods, smiling himself. He turns around and walks out of the shop. You watch him make his way down the street, feeling a bit bad that you've missed out on that kiss. Oh well, you'll get another chance in a mere four days. In the meantime, you've got four of your best customers waiting for your assistance.

...Well, it's safe to say the rest of the day was not nearly as eventful as Eddie's visit. I've been compulsively reminding myself of every small detail of our interaction far too often. The scent of Eddie's cigarettes and cheap cologne, the warmth radiating from his thighs inside his jeans when I touched him, those all-too-perfect lips of his calling my name. Shit, diary, I'm totally screwed on Friday. I don't know if I'll even manage to get through the door to his place beforeI pounce on him. Although, I now realize he's never told me where he lives. Hopefully he'll come around again at some point to clear that up for me.

June 20th, 1984

Dear diary,

I had a dream about Eddie last night. It was mostly kissing, but if my alarm hadn't taken me out of it, it definitely would've gone to very interesting places. Either way, it was wonderful. We were on my couch, and I was straddling his lap. Eddie's lips were soft and warm. He was the perfect balance of gentle and rough with me. He tasted like beer as his tongue tangled with mine. He didn't do that annoying thing younger guys do where they essentially try to eat your face. Ugh, I've always hated too much tongue. His hands wandered to all the right places, hungrily grabbing at my ass and chest while we were making out. I'm getting a little hot just thinking about it, and it wasn't even real. Not yet, anyway. Friday can't come soon enough, it's killing me to wait so long. And my sex-crazed brain fueling the fire with steamy dreams certainly isn't helping. I only hope Eddie can keep up, but I have a feeling he'll exceed my expectations.

June 23rd, 1984

Dear diary,

'The morning after'. It's a very interesting phrase. We all know what it means, hell, there's even a pill named after it. It's a rather bittersweet saying as well. On the one hand, you get to relive the pleasant experience you shared with another person (or multiple people, if you're lucky). But on the other, it signals the end of the fun, and you have to go back to your boring life once you eat and hose yourself off.

Lucky for me, though, I get to indulge in the sweet side of the morning following a very pleasurable night. I'm still in Eddie's bed as we speak, and he's making us some breakfast. I can smell the bacon sizzling, and the cinnamon from the French toast. I'm sure I'm gonna enjoy it. But not nearly as much as I enjoyed the time we spent together last night...

You pull up to Eddie's trailer around 9:30pm, killing the engine of your little junker before stepping out onto the gravel. Eddie called you about an hour before closing time at the shop, giving you the address. He seemed a bit ashamed of where he lives over the phone, but you didn't give him any reason to think you'd look down on him for it. It's just a home, like any other. And it's not like your apartment is exactly Shangri-la, either. You pull you overnight bag over your shoulder, one you'd packed very early this morning as you couldn't focus on sleeping. You shut the car door, and head up the small steps to the trailer. You knock, and wait for Eddie to come let you in.

You can hear the Judas Priest album you gave him playing over a stereo on one end of the trailer, presumably his bedroom. The stereo suddenly turns off, and quick footsteps make their way over to you. The door swings open to reveal your companion for the evening. "Hey, Y/N. Come in." Eddie smiles, opening the door wider and extending his arm to coax you inside. "You look great." He compliments you, his eyes dragging over your tight jean shorts and Metallica t-shirt.

"Thanks. So do you." You reply kindly, paying respect to his usual getup. "Where's your room? I want to put my bag down." You ask, looking around the humble abode. It's small, but mostly tidy. There's clutter here and there, but it's far from unclean. Mugs and baseball caps line the walls of the living room, definitely a prized collection. You doubt that Eddie would hoard such things, they're probably his uncle's. The various furniture is simple, faded and worn around the edges, but still perfectly functional.

"Oh, sure. Uh, this way." He points awkwardly down the hall, stepping ahead of you to lead the way. You follow him down the somewhat narrow space, entering a door at the very end of it. There's a decent-sized bed in the room, and various posters, banners, and drawings on the walls. There's also a couple guitars and an amp in the room, and other random things a teenage boy would own. It's a little more messy in here, clothes strewn about and overflowing from the dresser drawers, a couple empty beer cans on the night table. But you've seen worse. "Shit. Sorry it's kind of a mess. I'd meant to clean up, but time got away from me." Eddie chuckles awkwardly, hurriedly attempting to clean up.

"It's fine, Eds. As long as there's no roaches or rats, I don't mind." You reply, setting your bag down on the floor in the corner of the room.

"Oh, we are definitely pest-free in the Munson household. Although, there may be a few spiders." Eddie replies, making you giggle.

"So, what do you wanna do?" You ask, plopping down on Eddie's bed, which is dressed with a wrinkled brown comforter and well slept-on pillows. You lean back on your hands, kicking off your shoes while glancing at him casually.

"Well, we could pick up where we left off on Monday." Eddie suggests, giving you a cheeky grin.

"Been thinking about that a lot, have you?" You tease, patting the spot beside you on the bed. He comes over, sitting as close to you as he possibly can.

"Maybe." He shrugs, though the way he says it definitely means 'yes'.

"Well, so have I." You put your hand on his thigh, gazing deep into his eyes. Your mouth is not very far from his, it would take no effort at all to finally get a taste of him. "I had a dream about you, ya know." You blurt out the words, oddly compelled to as you stare at his beautiful mouth.

"Yeah? What did we do in your dream?" He asks, just as mesmerized by your proximity.

"This." You whisper, leaning in closer to bridge the gap that's beginning to feel miles long. Your mouth meets his, and time itself seems to stop. He tastes exactly how you thought he would in your dream, with a hint of tobacco as well. Eddie hums quietly into the kiss, bringing a hand up to cradle the back of your head. Your mouths move in sync, with just the right amount of tenderness and passion. You maneuver yourself to straddle his lap, just like your dream. Your tongues come out to play, teasing one another to turn up the heat. Your head feels light, and Eddie's does too. Flares of excitement course through you, driving you to bury your fingers in his hair, while his hands lower to grip your waist. "Mmm." You moan lightly, grinding yourself onto him.

You can feel Eddie getting hard underneath you, and you're tempted to reach down and palm him through his jeans. "Slow down, baby. We've got all night." Eddie says, pulling his lips away from yours to breathe.

"Sorry." You say breathlessly, letting go of his head. You really want to savor every moment, to truly take your time. You just got a little ahead of yourself.

"Don't be. Just relax, I'm not goin' anywhere." He reassures you, still holding your hips respectfully. You stay sitting on his lap, the both of you taking a minute to admire one another in this new light. "So, did we do anything else in this dream of yours?" He asks curiously.

"Uh, not really. Well, you grabbed my ass and tits, I guess." You explain, feeling a little silly saying all of this out loud.

"Oh, like this?" He questions, moving his hands lower to take rough handfuls of your butt.

"Yeah." You moan lightly at the contact, and his smile grows wider.

"And..." He stops squeezing your behind, traveling upwards now to grab your breasts through your shirt. "...like this?" He asks you again, his cock twitching at the whimper that escapes you.

"Fuck, yes." You respond, loving the way his large palms feel when they touch you.

"God, you're gorgeous." Eddie muses, drawing more little noises from your lips. "I've dreamt about you too, sweetheart." He says lowly, dropping the pet name like it's nothing at all. It's sounds so good coming from his lips, and you can't wait to hear it again.

"And what happened in your dream?" You ask, curious what his own mind holds in terms of fantasies. He's still groping your chest, which is making you very wet inside your shorts.

"Same as yours...except I was doing this." He says, leaning his head down to kiss your neck. His lips returning to your flesh feels absolutely exquisite. He moves his mouth on you slowly, employing his teeth and tongue to mark you with a dark hickey.

"Eddie." You moan involuntarily, lacing your left hand in his hair to keep him close to you.

"Mmm, and you definitely did that, princess." Eddie chuckles darkly, breath fanning hotly across your skin. He switches sides now, and you in turn switch hands. You have to have him as near to you as possible, you strangely feel like he might disappear if you let go for too long. His hands continue to massage your chest, causing more arousal to spread through your panties at the sensation. You grind your hips again, drawing a muted groan from him. "Havin' fun, baby?" He asks, nipping you a little bit harder this time.

"Yes, Eddie. You're really good at this." You pant, your nails digging into his scalp. You roll your hips over and over, slow as you can manage. Eddie keeps quietly moaning and grunting against you. Not because he doesn't want to make any noise. It's more that he doesn't want to disturb the sounds of heavy breathing and clothes brushing against each other.

"Let's take a little break, sweetheart." Eddie says, pulling his mouth away from your throat and taking hold of your hips to still them. You're driving him crazy with all your grinding, and he needs to slow down if he's going to keep up with you.

"Sure. You got anything to drink?" You ask, sliding off of Eddie's lap to sit on the bed again.

"Uh, yeah." He stands up abruptly, getting ready to retrieve what you're asking for. "Is beer alright?" He asks.

"Yeah, that's fine." You reply mindlessly, your gaze fixed on the large bulge inside his jeans. You want so badly to get on your knees, and take his cock in your mouth. Eddie's eyes follow your stare, and he looks down to find what you're practically drooling over. He blushes harshly at the obvious sign of his excitement, you've already had such a strong affect on him.

"I'll be right back then." He says, leaving the room. You're snapped out of your trance once his erection is out of your view, left alone in Eddie's bedroom for a moment. You casually look around, taking in more details of the space. You peruse the contents of the night table, sunglasses, condoms, an ashtray, a couple Heavy Metal magazines. Nothing too exciting. Your eyes wander along the walls instead, admiring the banner for Eddie's band, Corroded Coffin. You imagine he made it himself, perhaps with his other band mates. And then you happen upon something you didn't notice at all until now. A pair of handcuffs hanging on the wall. You wonder where he got them...and if he's ever used them on anybody. "Here ya go." Eddie says as he hands off a bottle of beer to you.

"You ever use those before, Eds?" You ask casually, gesturing at the cuffs before taking a swig of your beer. It's nice and cold from the fridge, cooling down your boiling insides a little.

"Oh, um...no. They're more of a gag than anything." He explains nervously, hoping you aren't put off by them, or thinking he's some kind of deviant.

"Really? That's too bad." You say cheekily.

"Have you ever used handcuffs before?" Eddie asks, his interest piqued.

"A couple of times." You answer honestly.

"Were they used on you, or someone else?" He continues, needing to know everything he can about your prior experience.

"Let's just say I really like having my hands tied." You reply seductively, your hand finding his thigh once again. You give him a hungry look, smirking at his eyes going wide. "What? Too kinky for you?" You tease, taking another gulp of your drink.

"No, not at all. I'm just surprised." Eddie says nervously, downing his own beer to calm himself down. It appears you're much more experienced than him, and he's afraid to let you down. It's not like he's a virgin or anything, he's had sex plenty of times before. But he worries that maybe he won't be as exciting as you'd like him to be.

"Would you like to try it with me, Eddie?" You offer, noticing his unease. He's probably doubting himself now, wondering if he's good enough. The last thing you want is for him to lack confidence.

"Yeah. I'll have to find the keys for them, though." He smiles, relaxing a little at your offer.

"That's alright. We won't need them for a while anyway." You scoot a little closer to him on the bed, your leg resting against his. "I love this room, by the way. It's really cozy." You say kindly, putting the dirty thoughts away for a little while. As much as you want to jump Eddie's bones, it wouldn't hurt to have some nice moments with him that don't revolve around sex.

"Thanks. I'm glad you think so." Eddie replies, looking down at the floor as he speaks.

"You don't?"

"I dunno." He shrugs. "I guess it feels lonely to me more than anything else." He says sadly.

"Oh. I didn't think about it that way." You can't feeling bad for Eddie, you always seem to forget that he's far from a popular person. You don't really understand why, though. He's kind, and funny, and intelligent. What's not to like?

"Sorry, I'm not meaning to kill the mood." He scoffs at himself for being such a downer, finishing his drink. He reaches over to put the empty bottle on the night table, settling back into his spot afterwards.

"It's fine. You're just being honest. And I like that about you." You polish off your beer as well, and crawl over the bed to lie down. "C'mere, handsome." You beckon him to follow your lead, but he stands up instead. You're confused, until you see him going to the stereo on his dresser.

"Just a sec, I wanna put something on." He says, pushing the rewind button to reset the tape he has in mind. It takes a few seconds, but then you hear "Freewheel Burning" kick on through the speakers. He turns down the volume a little, enough so you can hear the song while being able to maintain conversation. He comes back to the bed, smiling excitedly. Eddie lays down beside you, the two of you gazing into each other's eyes again.

"How many times have you listened to this tape anyway?" You ask, bringing your hand up to playfully stroke his chest.

"Shit, I dunno. Like...thirty?" He says with a laugh, realizing how desperate that might sound after the words have already passed his lips.

"Damn, that's some serious dedication." You chuckle.

"Well, I can't really help it that every time I play it, I'm reminded of the beautiful girl who gave it to me." He says sweetly, brushing some loose hairs behind your ear. He cups your cheek afterwards, and presses his lips to yours. You instantly melt into the kiss, letting Eddie take the lead. He rolls you both over to kneel above you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your hands find the hem of his shirt, gently tugging it upwards for him to take it off. Eddie pulls away, sitting up to remove it. He whips the shirt over his head, exposing his scrawny, yet slightly toned, chest. A black widow spider is tattooed on the upper left side, and it looks relatively new.

"Nice tat, baby. It's very sexy." You reach up to touch it when he lowers himself over you again. His breath hitches at your fingertips on his bare skin. You trace the outline of the spider's legs and body, admiring the mostly-steady line work.

"Thanks. Got it a couple months ago." Eddie grins, watching you take in every little detail of his ink. "Do you have any tattoos, sweetheart?" He asks.

"No. I've always wanted one, though." You reply, meeting his eyes again.

"What kind would you get?" He questions, lowering his head to kiss your neck.

"Fuck." You whimper, your nails digging into his chest. He groans at the sting, still waiting for your answer. "I'm not sure. Maybe a music note, or a flower or something." You say breathily, enjoying the feeling of Eddie's teeth nibbling your skin.

"Ugh, those are so cheesy, Y/N." He moans in disappointment. "You can do better than that." He encourages you to dig deeper, to think of something you'd truly want to have on your body forever.

You mull it over for a moment, laughing lightly when you come up with the perfect thing. "Alright, I'd get a little vinyl record, then. A tribute to my love of music." You say, extremely proud of yourself. He looks up at you with an approving smile.

"That's more like it." He chuckles, giving you a small kiss on the lips. "How far do you wanna go tonight, baby?" He asks, though judging from the size of the bag you brought, you plan to spend the entire night with him.

"As far as you're willing to take me, Eddie." You reply softly, taking off your own t-shirt now. You toss it away to the floor, revealing your baby blue bra. You gently push on Eddie's chest, ushering him to roll over onto his back. He does it without even thinking, his hands finding your bare waist once you're on top. You reach around your back to unclasp your bra, and Eddie's pupils dilate as he takes in the sight of your beautiful tits.

"Damn." He murmurs. You grab hold of his hands, slowly dragging them up your sides and towards your breasts. He watches on wordlessly, the both of you devouring the warm sensation of skin against skin. His fingers feel the outlines of your ribs, your supple flesh, until they finally reach their most-desired destination. His palms close around the rounds of your chest, thumbs brushing over your stiffened nipples.

"Eddie." You moan aloud, your eyes glued to his as he gropes you. You're getting very wet again, anxious to move things further. You roll your hips, pressing yourself down into Eddie's clothed cock harder than before. You can feel how hard he is, his jeans practically bursting at the seams.

"Fuck, sweetheart." Eddie groans at the friction. He can't wait to see how wet you are, to taste your sweetness on his lips, to put his throbbing dick inside you. His mind swirls drunkenly with the possibilities, each one more tantalizing than the last. You lower your torso, bringing yourself closer to him. You take a turn to give him some hickies of his own, quickly latching onto his throat. "Shit." He hisses at the pleasurable sting of your teeth.

"What should we do next, Eds?" You ask lowly in his ear, nibbling on the lobe afterwards.

"I'm not sure, there's so many things to choose from. What do you want?" Eddie turns the question back onto you, far too focused on how your tits feel in his hands to make a choice himself.

You put your head above his again, gazing deep into his doeish brown eyes. "I want..." You pause, lowering your hand between your bodies to palm Eddie's cock through his pants. "...to take you in my mouth, if that's alright with you." He moans breathily at your touch, and nods. "Perfect." You grin, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. You travel downwards, your mouth meeting his neck, and then his chest. Eddie breathes heavily, following you with his eyes. You leave wet kisses on his tattoo, his nipples, down the small trail of hair on his stomach that leads to his cock. You grab hold of his belt to undo it, slipping the leather through the buckle. You unzip his jeans, yanking them and his boxers down his legs. He helps you out, kicking them off once they reach his ankles. His dick smacks his stomach, rock solid and aching for you. You kneel over his body, taking his length in your hand.

"Y/N." He moans, his eyes falling closed. You stroke him nice and slow, watching a bead of precum gradually forming on his tip. You poke your tongue out to lick it off, swirling around his head. "Jesus christ." He mutters, forcing his eyes open to look at you. He locks onto your stare, just as you lower your head to take all of him at once. "Holy shit..." He gasps at your warm, wet mouth encapsulating him. You gag slightly when he hits the back of your throat, causing his hands to tightly clutch the bedding underneath him.

"You like that?" You ask lowly, pulling off of his cock for a moment.

"Fuck, don't stop." Eddie whines, making your pussy throb. "Please, keep going, Y/N." He politely begs, needing more of you.

"Sure thing, baby." You smirk, taking him in your mouth once again. You bob your head up and down, swirling your tongue around his length as you move.

"Feels so good, sweetheart." He praises, resting a hand behind his head to get a better view. You're quite a sight to see. Your hair falling loosely around the sides of your face, your hands gripping his thighs for balance, your plush lips opened wide as can be to take his dick past them again and again. "Shit, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth." He says boldly between needy moans.

"Mmm." You hum gently around him, thoroughly enjoying the lovely noises flowing from him like a steady river. You increase your speed just a little, adding more suction to really drive Eddie wild.

"Oh my god." He gasps, unable to believe the level of skill you possess. Your mouth feels absolutely incredible, and it's not going to take long to make him lose control. You feel his hand come down to rest on the back of your head, adding the slightest amount of pressure to keep you deep on his cock. "This alright, baby?" He asks, hoping you'll allow him some semblance of control here. You're melting his goddamn mind right now, and it's taking everything in him not to thrust upwards and fuck your face until his cum spills down your throat.

"Mmhmm." You hum casually, his fingers tightening around your hair at the vibrations. He doesn't push you down too hard, just enough to maintain that wet warmth he craves. You don't mind at all, you've had your fair share of face-fuckings over the years. They can be fun, if done correctly.

You use every trick you can think of, using Eddie's utterances of your name and various swears to guide you on the path to setting off his climax. He's not exactly a tough one to crack, given his undeniable gratitude to you for doing anything with him in the first place. But it's a thrilling chase all the same, as it always has been for you.

"I'm gettin' close, sweetheart. Fuck, you're too good at this..." Eddie warns, gripping your hair and the bed below him with all his might. His stomach is preparing to tense, his balls growing tighter by the second. You take this as your cue to go even faster, bobbing your head quick as you can, your tongue twisting on his shaft with frenzied intensity. "God, Y/N...You're gonna kill me doin' that." He whimpers, his entire being threatening to burst from the immense pleasure you're providing him. He's never felt anything like this before, and it's this thought sprinting across his mind that shoves him over the edge. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He grunts, trying and failing to hold back an obscenely loud moan from escaping him afterwards. His muscles clench, and you can taste his release spilling stickily on your tongue.

You swallow every last drop as it's supplied to you, still sucking harshly on his dick until he's empty. Eddie's eyes fall closed once his high runs its course, his breaths coming out thick and shallow. You pull away from his softening length, sitting back on your knees. "Did you like that, Eds?" You question as you gaze over his spent form. He's slicked over in a thin sheen of sweat, eyes closed peacefully while he catches his breath.

"Yeah, that was amazing." He huffs out the words, sensing your weight shifting on the bed to lie next to him again. He opens his eyes, turning his head to look at you. He finds you smiling giddily, appearing very proud of yourself for giving him such intense pleasure. "You must really like going down on guys if it makes you smile like that." He chuckles, intrigued by you.

"Maybe I just like making people feel good, Eddie." You reply simply.

"How many have there been?" He asks, realizing afterwards that it's a bit of a rude question.

"I don't exactly know. But I've had my fair share of guys...and girls." You answer, his eyes widening.

"Girls?" He asks, even more interested now. It shouldn't exactly be so shocking to him, he's been with a guy here and there himself. A lot of high school athletes are major closet cases. He supposes he just didn't take you for the bisexual type.

"Yeah, a few. Is that a big deal to you?" You turn the questions around on him, curious what his own history is like.

"No, of course not. I've been with a few guys myself. I was just surprised by you, again." He laughs, rolling his eyes at himself.

"Oh, really? Looks like we both get around pretty well then, don't we?" You tease, unable to hold in your own laughter.

"I guess so. Although, most of my hookups are meant to be a secret. No girl, or guy, seems to want to be seen with me." He chuckles dryly, his expression falling slightly.

"Well, I'd gladly be seen with you, Eddie. You're a great guy, and all those people are idiots." You say sweetly, taking his hand in yours.

"Thanks, Y/N. That's really kind of you to say." He brightens up again, your words healing his heart a little.

"Any time, baby." You smile, pressing a small kiss to his lips. He gladly accepts it, the taste of you pulling him further out of his self-inflicted funk.

"Do you want a turn now, Y/N?" Eddie asks, his free hand playing around with the waistband of your shorts.

"I'd like that." You nod, watching his fingers easily press the metal button through its stitched hole. He glides your zipper down its track, carefully slipping his hand inside to brush over your panties. He feels a wet spot in the fabric, gasping quietly at how soaked you are for him already. He deliberately brings his fingers onto your clothed clit, rubbing it in light circles. "Eddie." You moan, keeping your eyes on his hand stuck inside your shorts.

"So wet for me already, sweetheart?" Eddie asks lowly into your ear, watching your reaction to his touch.

"Yes." You reply breathlessly. His hand leaves your sensitive bud for a moment, moving up to the top of your panties. He ventures beneath the fabric, fully feeling your slick folds. "Fuck." You whimper, your hips bucking once at him touching your throbbing entrance.

"What do you want, baby? I'll give you anything you ask for." He offers seductively, spreading your arousal all around while drinking in your sexy noises.

"I want you to go down on me, Eddie. Please." You whine, desperate to feel his mouth on your pussy.

"Mmm, I like it when you beg." He chuckles darkly, pressing a wet kiss to your throat. He slips two fingers inside your cunt, making you gasp. He lays you down on your back, knees tented with him crouching above you. His mouth travels downwards, his digits gently curling to hit your g-spot. He's going very slow, warming you up before he eats you out. Clearly he's done this before, and knows his way around. Shy, my ass, you think to yourself as his lips leave open-mouthed kisses on your chest. He makes a little detour to take one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pebbled flesh before biting down roughly.

"Fuck, Eds..." You moan, your hands slipping into his thick curls. He moves on to your other breast, nipping every inch of it before going after the stiff center. He doesn't stay in one place for long, venturing further down your body to make a trail along the middle of your stomach. Your hands stay weaved inside his hair the whole way, tugging lightly with every teasing pump of his fingers inside your pussy. He eventually reaches your jeans, regrettably having to stop touching you so he can remove them. You whine at the loss, but you know the pleasure will continue shortly.

Eddie grabs hold of the top of your shorts, pulling them down your legs to discard them. He takes off your panties the same way, spreading your legs open wide so he can see every last bit of you. Your pussy glistens with sweet juices in the dim light of his room, and he can't resist licking his lips at the sight. "You're beautiful, sweetheart." He praises, his arms snaking around your legs. He leans down to kiss the innermost part of your thigh, drawing more helpless sounds from your lips. You anxiously await him touching you where you need him most, watching his every move with pleading eyes. He meets the other side, still neglecting your very center.

"Eddie, please stop teasing." You beg in frustration, bucking your hips up to gain his attention. You need him now. You can't wait any longer.

"You're so needy, Y/N." He teases with a grin, bringing his tongue forward to lick a long stripe from your entrance to your clit.

"Fuck!" You cry out in surprise, your back arching off the bed. Eddie presses you back down with his hand, keeping a firm hold on your stomach so you'll stay still. He slowly flicks his tongue up and down on your clit, making you wetter by the second. He swirls around, dips in and out of the area in varying patterns. He's keeping you guessing, building you up at an agonizing pace. "Shit, you feel so good." You exhale, refusing to let go of his head for fear of him stopping for a single second. You can feel your pleasure growing, balling up inside the very center of you.

"You taste so sweet, baby. And you're fuckin' soaked for me." He says in admiration. He can't get enough of your decadent, musky flavor on his tongue. He's already getting hard again, and he cannot wait to feel you cum on his face, and around his cock when the time is right. He darts his tongue in and out of your soaked hole. Warm trickles of arousal and many, many moans spill from you as he does so. His impeccable technique drives you closer and closer to the edge.

"Just like that, Eds...keep going..." You struggle to piece the words together. Every lick and nip and suck of his mouth working against you steals your train of thought, just when you manage to set it back on the tracks again. You can sense your high building, your insides tensing and squeezing as the need to release the pent up tension grows more dire by the second. Just when you think this can't possibly feel any more amazing, Eddie replaces his tongue with two thick fingers. They worm their way deep inside your dripping pussy, the metal rings they're dressed in shocking your body with their coldness. He fingers you fast and hard, wet sounds mingling with your moans. "Fuck, baby. Don't stop!" You plead, thighs quivering as your end draws near.

"You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, lazily dragging the very tip of his tongue around your clit while his hand works overtime.

"Yes, please make me cum." You whimper, gripping his head even harder. It's a wonderfully odd combination, the battling movements of his quick fingers and slow licking. It's driving you positively insane. Any second now, you're going to lose it altogether. "I'm so close, Eddie. Fuck, right there." You persist, relentlessly calling out to him to help you reach your bliss as if your life depends on it. It's like you're caught in the middle of a fever dream. Sweat gathers on every last inch of your flesh, pooling in all the nooks and crevices, and dripping from the back of your knees.

"Cum for me, Y/N." He politely commands, sucking your clit harshly between his lips to seal your fate.

"Eddie! Oh, fuck!" You cry out as the buildup finally pays off, the pressure releasing itself throughout your entire body. Your thighs quake, threatening to clamp around Eddie's head. Your cunt pulses, simultaneously trapping his fingers and releasing a mess of juices onto his face. Eddie slurps against your folds, trying his best to savor every last drop of you. He moans at the taste, his cock twitching as the liquid flows down his throat and into his stomach. Your body relaxes once your orgasm fades away, hands releasing Eddie's hair from your grasp. He sits up to look at you, finding you looking absolutely blissed out. You're glistening in perspiration, eyes fallen closed and chest rising and falling with effort.

"Gorgeous." He observes simply, mostly to himself. He crawls over to lie down beside you once more, reaching over for his pack of Camels on the night table. "Want a smoke?" He offers, your eyes fluttering open to look at him.

"Yes, please." You smile, watching as he takes two cigarettes from the pack and places them between his lips. He lights them both, handing one off to you. He takes the ashtray from the table, setting it between you on the bed. You take a long, deep drag, humming blissfully at the smoke filling your lungs.

"Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, blowing a large cloud of smoke from his lips as he speaks.

"Yes, very much. Who taught you to eat pussy like that?" You question curiously.

"No one. Practice makes perfect, Y/N." Eddie replies with a chuckle. He's very glad that you enjoyed yourself, it was certainly fun for him to hear you crying out his name.

"More than perfect, Eds." You add, bringing yourself closer to snuggle up to him. He puts his arm around you, and you lay your head against him.

"You oughtta be careful with all the compliments. I might just get an ego." He says jokingly.

"I don't care." You turn your head to kiss his body, continuing to praise him. "You've earned one after that." You kiss his neck this time, nipping his skin a little. You can't help yourself, Eddie's made you feel so good. You want him to keep doing it, and to do the same for him.

"You just can't get enough of me, can you?" He asks teasingly, egging you on.

"No, I really can't." You reply, biting down harder on his throat.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He moans, taking another drag of his smoke to keep himself relaxed while you make a meal out of him.

"Sorry." You pull away after sucking another dark hickey on Eddie's skin, resuming your smoking. You recognize that you're going a little too fast again, forcing yourself to slow down.

"It's alright. I like it when you do that." He reassures you, gently stroking your arm.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You make me feel—" Eddie cuts himself off, wondering if he'll sound too corny.

"What?" You press him to finish his sentence. You have to know how your words and actions affect him.

"You make me feel wanted." He says, giving you a meaningful look. "Like I said, most people treat me like a secret, or something forbidden. They'll fuck me all they like behind closed doors, but they won't give me the time of day when there's others around. But you make me feel like I deserve more." He adds, his words full of passion and conviction. Eddie's never been one to mince words, he says what he means every time he opens his mouth. "Shit, I sound totally lame right now." He sighs before taking another drag, worried he's ruined the mood again.

"It's not lame at all, Eddie. You do deserve better. You deserve to be with someone who likes you for you, someone who won't hide you away." You speak gently, cupping his cheek in your hand. You wait for him to exhale his smoke, bringing your lips to his to give him a tender kiss once it flows out of his nostrils. He melts into you, humming lightly into the kiss. You both stub out your smokes, finding each other's mouths far more interesting. Eddie bites your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open to slip his tongue inside.

"You won't hide me away too, will you?" Eddie asks between hungry kisses, needing to know this won't be another secret fling. He can't put himself through that again, no matter how much he likes you.

"No, Eds. I won't. I promise." You answer, hoping your honesty rings true for him. You're unsure how many others there have been that made the same promise and broken it, along with Eddie's heart.

"Okay. Lemme find those keys real quick." He says, satisfied with your words. He gets off the bed, searching around his room to find the keys to the handcuffs. You've given him what he's wanted for so long, the least he can do is appease your every desire. He checks his dresser first, the top of it as well as the unorganized drawers. Nothing. He looks in a few random boxes of junk he keeps stashed around, typically for weed. Nothing here, either. He's growing a bit desperate now, checking the final place he thinks those damned tin keys could be. The night table drawer. He slides it open, shuffling the boxes of matches and random papers around inside. He hears metal tinkling somewhere in there, and he can't imagine it's anything other than the thing he's in search of. He finds them nestled under a crumpled receipt, bringing them out into the light with a satisfied look on his face. "Gotcha." He gets off the floor and retrieves the cuffs from the wall. He brings them over to the bed. "How do you wanna do this?" He asks, unsure how to proceed.

"Well, that depends. What position do you want me in?" You say with total self-assurance. Eddie doesn't say anything else, a rather awkward expression taking over his features. "It's okay, I'll give you some options. I can ride you, you can take me from behind, or we can do it the normal way."

"What would you prefer, Y/N?" He can't help asking for your input. You're the one getting handcuffed, after all. You ought to have some say on the subject.

"I'd really like to ride you, Eddie." You reply, giving him a seductive look. "Here, get behind me to put the cuffs on." You instruct, scooting forward and sitting on your knees to give him some room. He does as you ask, putting himself behind you. You place your hands behind your back, allowing Eddie to put the cuffs on. "Now make sure they're tight, but not too tight." He clicks each cuff in place on your wrists, careful of your reaction to see if he's done this correctly. "Very good. Now, sit up against the headboard and keep your legs together."

"Okay." Eddie says, scooting backwards to get into your desired position. He lays his legs straight forward, keeping them as close together as he can. You sit up on your knees to make room, and carefully inch yourself backwards until you can sit back down in his lap. His cock rests against your ass, warm and stiff, ready to get things moving.

"Wanna help me out a little, baby?" You ask, turning your head back to look at him.

"Sure." He replies, getting more excited by the second. He reaches a hand around your front, slipping between your legs to rub your slit.

"Fuck, Eddie. I want you so bad." You moan, eager to have him fill you up with his thick cock.

"I want you too, Y/N." He says softly, bringing your back to rest on his chest and lowering his head to kiss your neck. He continues to tease you, getting you ready for him. His free hand reaches over to the night table, pulling out a condom from the small box he'd left out. He rips the wrapper open with his teeth, wasting no time in rolling the latex over his length. "Get up for a sec, baby." He says, pulling his fingers away from your pussy. You get up on your knees again, letting him lead. He takes hold of himself, while also guiding you towards his tip. You feel him slip through your folds once, twice, three times. He can't resist teasing you a little more before getting down to business.

"Oh, fuck." You let out little moans for him at the contact, dying to take him inside you.

"Ready, sweetheart?" He asks lowly in your ear.

"Yes." You almost whisper. He keeps his dick steady, and gently presses on your shoulder to guide you downwards. "Eddie, f-uck..." You whine as you feel him slowly stretch you out. He's so big, filling every part of you so completely.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, you're tight." Eddie pants, leading you nice and steady until you're fully seated on him. Your walls contract involuntarily once he's all the way in, squeezing his length. "Shit." He hisses. You both sit still for a moment, allowing you to get comfortable with his size. His hands caress your sides, fingers brushing over your thighs, hips, and stomach. His warmth makes you feel safe, secure. "Doin' alright, Y/N?" He asks, wondering if you're okay to start moving yet.

"Yeah." You breathe, taking the hint to slowly lift yourself up, before sinking back down again.

"Fuck." You both moan at the same time, savoring the friction formed between your interlocked parts.

"You're so big, Eds." You breathe, picking a careful pace to start bouncing on him. His tip slides across your g-spot on its way to kiss your cervix every time you land on him, ripping borderline pornographic noises from your lungs in the process.

"Thanks, sweetheart." He chuckles at your compliment, his hands resting on your hips as you move on him. He's never had anyone ride him like this before, but he really likes it. He has such a pretty view in this position. From the recoil of your ass and thighs as you bounce, to your soaked pussy lubing him up every time he disappears inside you. Fuck, it's gonna be a challenge not to cum too early with this perfect display before his eyes. "You're taking me so well, baby. Such a good little slut, aren't you?" He says darkly, taking you by surprise at his choice of words. You pause for a moment, turning to look back at him with a questioning gaze. "Oh, shit. Was that too much?" Eddie asks, kicking himself for pulling out that word without checking with you first.

"No." You grin, letting him relax. "I really like it." You burn.

"Oh, okay. Good." He chuckles awkwardly. You face forward again, resuming your riding at a slightly faster pace now. He groans, squeezing your hips a little tighter.

"Say it again." You beg, your walls flexing at the sound Eddie's just made.  He's so fucking hot when he does that, like he's not afraid to let you know how good you're making him feel. You speed up a bit more, ramping up your excitement.

"That's it, ride my cock like a good little slut. Do I feel good inside this tight pussy of yours?" He speaks lowly, the same mischievous tone he had when he went down on you.

"Yes! I'm so wet for you, Eddie." You whimper, eating up every last filthy word he says. Eddie reaches down to grip the small linked chain between the handcuffs, yanking on the metal to keep you close, making you work harder to ride him. "Fuck." You hiss at the bite of the cuffs digging into your flesh. But it only adds to the overall pleasure you're experiencing, and you love how forceful Eddie's choosing to be with you.

"Keep goin', baby. Gotta work for it if you wanna cum." Eddie taunts. You do as he commands, keeping up your rapid pace despite the added resistance. Your thighs are getting the workout of a lifetime, your muscles beginning to burn. "God, you're tryin' so hard for me. Such a good girl." He growls in your ear, making you moan even louder. You're getting very close now, quicker than you expected to. But the way Eddie's cock reaches every magic spot inside you, the way his words amplify every ounce of sensation, it's enough to make you catch fire from the inside out.

"I'm getting close, Eds." You warn, continuing to move yourself up and down on his length. He pulls even harder on the cuffs in response, making it more difficult to fully extend your thighs. "Fuck." You mutter, persisting in your pursuit of ecstasy.

"So soon, Y/N? I thought we were just gettin' started." He teases, thrusting his hips up once to meet your landing on him. You cry out at the sensation, his cock somehow hitting even deeper inside you than it was through your own efforts. "You like that? Should I do it again?"

"Yes! Fuck, it feels so good! You're gonna make me cum, baby." You whimper, and he gladly obliges. His lap ruts upwards to meet you in the middle over and over, making you cry out louder every time. You're right on the edge now, the two of you pounding yourselves into a pulp to earn your orgasms.

"Good girl. Ride that dick like you own it, sweetheart." Eddie pants as he continues to thrust himself into you. He can feel your walls fluttering around him, though he's not quite there yet. But that's more than fine by him. He'll make you scream his name, and then keep on going until he's moaning yours.

"Oh, god...fuck. I'm gonna cum—" You whine mindlessly as your bliss finally takes over. "—EDDIE!" You scream his name, trying your best to keep moving as your walls pulsate and thighs tremble. White hot heat roars from your core to your extremities, blinding you with the flames.

"There ya go, baby. Ride it out, I'm not done with you yet." Eddie coos, keeping up his thrusts to help you work through your high. He's getting rather close himself, especially with your insides squeezing him so goddamn tight. But he knows you've got one more in you, and he damn well intends to make sure you have it. He lifts your body up to put you on your knees as the aftershocks roll over you, positioning himself behind you while still gripping the chain behind your back. "Is this okay?" He asks, his dick stilled inside you while he waits for permission.

"God, yes. Just keep going. I wanna make you cum." You beg, allowing him to use you to get himself off.

"You got it, baby." His free arm goes around your stomach, giving him more leverage before he starts thrusting. He slowly pulls out of your sensitive hole, before shoving back in with all his strength. His hips make a loud smacking sound against your ass, and your lungs painfully release a loud cry of pleasure. He pulls back again, snapping his hips to set a punishing pace.

"Fuck!" You gasp, wishing you had something to hang on to. Eddie's doing a great job holding you in place so you don't fall over, but you still feel completely out of control in this situation. He thrusts into you mercilessly, rapidly building you up for another orgasm. He grunts and pants behind you, sounding like a wild animal. His hot breath comes out forcefully enough to brush against your back as he fucks you. Your wrists are getting sore from him gripping the links so hard, but you know you're both almost finished.

"You like the way I pound this pussy, baby?" Eddie grunts, a bead of sweat rolling down his face as he slams himself into your cunt again and again.

"Yes! Don't stop!" You exclaim, tears gathering in your eyes. You're completely overwhelmed with sensation. The sting of the cuffs, the smacking of skin against skin, his cock filling you up just right. It's all so fucking perfect.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm almost there." He pants, his stomach tightening as his high approaches. He can feel your walls fluttering around him again, letting him know you're right there with him. "You gonna cum with me, Y/N? Like a good little slut?" He asks, moaning through his words.

"Yes...fuck me harder, Eddie." You plead, unable to stop moaning, so loud that you're worried the whole trailer park can hear you.

"Anything for you, baby." He chuckles at your neediness, you really are something else. He really puts his back into it, ramming himself as deep and hard into your pussy as he possibly can. He struggles to keep a grip on the cuffs, and his balance holding you both up on your knees. But he carries on regardless, needing to reach the finish line if it's the last thing he does. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" He's groans loudly as his high takes hold, his hips bucking into you wildly as he fills the condom.

"Eddie!" You cry out, falling over the edge alongside him. This time is even stronger than the last, more tears rolling down your cheeks from overstimulation. Your insides clamp down on him, and a spurt of your juices spills out onto your thighs as well as his. Eddie keeps thrusting, the two of you moaning and cursing until your orgasms fade away.

"Jesus christ." He slowly comes to a stop, and pulls out of you. He gently guides you to lie down on the bed, noting how much your body is still trembling. "Are you alright, baby?" He asks softly, leaning over to find your exhausted face. Your eyes are closed, as they have been for a good while, squeezed shut from the overpowering ecstasy you were experiencing.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just...wow." You reply somewhat lazily, opening your eyes to return to your body.

"Do you need anything, Y/N?" He asks, growing concerned. He's worried he fucked you too hard, even though you did indeed ask for it.

"Water would be great." You answer, attempting to roll over onto your back. You realize your hands are still bound behind you, however, so you stop. "You mind letting me out of these, Eds?" You request, lifting your wrists upwards. You hiss in pain, knowing you're gonna find bruises once he takes them off.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." Eddie goes for the keys, quickly shoving one in the holes of the cuffs to let you out. He sees the dark purple marks left behind on your skin, tutting at the pain you must be feeling. "Did I hurt you, sweetheart? I'm sorry." He says apologetically, helping you sit upright.

"It's alright, Eds. I don't mind a bit of pain." You say casually, playing it off. It's not his fault, you didn't tell him to stop. If it wasn't fun for you, you wouldn't have let him keep doing it.

"Are you sure, Y/N? Those bruises are pretty dark. And they'll only be worse tomorrow." He speaks sadly, guilt lacing his voice. He sits beside you for a moment, cradling your wrists in each of his hands.

"Eddie, it's okay. I promise." You insist, turning his chin with your finger to get him to look at you. "You didn't do anything wrong, baby. There's nothing to feel bad about." You do your best to reassure him. "Okay?"

"Okay." He nods, carefully putting your hands in your lap before standing up. "I'll get you that water." He gives you a small smile, leaving the room to get your drink. You patiently wait for him, hearing various noises coming from the kitchen. A cupboard opening and closing, the faucet turning on and off. But he doesn't come back after that. Instead, you hear the freezer door open, and the unmistakable sound of ice cubes being cracked out of the tray and poured into zip lock bags. His footsteps gradually return to you, the glass of water and bags of ice in hand.

"You're too sweet, Eddie." You giggle at his thoughtfulness, his desire to take care of you.

"Here. Have the water first, then we can ice your hands." He says, giving you the glass. You take hold of it, ignoring the soreness of the tissue connecting your hand to your arm. You down the glass quickly, giving it back with a shaky grip. "Lay down, sweetheart." He kindly instructs, and you do as he asks. He gets in bed with you, giving you some space so your hands can rest at your sides. He gently lays the bags of ice down onto them, shocking your senses. But after the initial pang of cold, you start to feel relief radiating through your sore flesh. "Better?" Eddie asks after you let out a quiet sigh.

"Yes. Thank you, Eddie." You reply sweetly, leaning over to give him a quick peck.

"It's the least I can do." He gently strokes your arm with the back of his hand, gazing at you in the aftermath of what you've done together tonight. "Did you have fun? You know, besides the bruises?"

"I had a great time, Eddie. What about you?" You ask, laying your head on his shoulder.

"Are you kidding? You were amazing, Y/N." Eddie replies, still completely awestruck.

"Thank you, baby. The feeling is mutual." You say blissfully.

...after my wrists had been iced for a while, Eddie and I cuddled up together under the blanket. We exchanged a few more kisses, resisting the undeniable urge to grope each other beneath the covers. I fell asleep with his arms around me, keeping me close to his chest. I haven't slept that well in a very long time. But being in this humble room, and sharing this warm bed with Eddie was exactly what I've been needing. I'd better go for now, he's just brought in breakfast, wearing nothing but some black boxer briefs. I can feel a round two coming on.

June 25th, 1984

Dear diary,

Eddie and I have decided to make our little night of fun into a regular thing. It's just casual, and not exclusive. I don't exactly have time for a full-on relationship right now, and Eddie's uncle is really on his ass to buckle down and pass senior year once fall rolls around. We'll hang out when we have time, take-out dinners, smoke sessions in his van, as well as all the dirty things we enjoy doing together. But there's no expectations, we'll just enjoy each other's company until the summer is over.

It does kind of suck that this arrangement comes with a built-in expiration date. But it's really for the best. I won't hide him away, just like I promised. I'm sure we'll go on plenty of 'dates', and kiss or hold hands in public. I'm definitely looking forward to every opportunity I'll get to see Eddie. He's a really great guy. If he didn't have to repeat senior year, and I wasn't so damn busy with the store, I'd be fully prepared to commit to a real relationship with him. But life isn't exactly working in our favor, it never seems to in regards to my love life. All we can do is make the most of it, and hope neither of us get in too deep in the process.

[she-karev]

First Date Part 1 (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev's Sister)

Age Rating: 12+

Fandom: Grey's Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev's Sister)

AN: Thanks for helping me reach 100 likes guys. I couldn't have done it without you, keep liking and following. I hope you guys are enjoying the chapters so far, I've been working hard to make them as entertaining and real as I can. This is the first of a four-part chapter and I'm gonna post the next chapter by tonight. I'm trying to keep these posts short since the text limit finally caught up to me.

Summary: Amber and Deluca talk at work and set their first date.

Words: 1538

I stand in the supply closet getting gauze for the pit when I hear someone coming in. I turn to find that it was Andrew DeLuca who walked in and grins at the sight of me. I try to keep a professional manner around him at work because I don’t want my peers to know I had a date with a senior resident. After we got over most of the shock that came from our entangled web we decided to grab food last night at Joe’s Bar.

At first things were a little awkward and we had a few silent minutes between us but once I asked him about the story of his first day at work we hit it off. We talked all night about everything from our jobs to our favorite songs to our favorite movies. The one setback was that he never heard of In This Moment before I told him about despite claiming he liked good music but there’s always an ick. Besides there’s enough time to get him into it.

I keep my voice even despite my attraction towards him, “Dr. DeLuca is there anything I can help you with?”

He chuckles lightly and decides to tease me, “There is actually. I have a date with this girl tonight and I’ve been wracking my brain trying to come up with a way to impress her after she told me off for not knowing a favorite band of hers.”

I chuckle at him and turn to face him fully, “I wouldn’t say she told you off more…tried to educate you and broaden your horizons beyond pop culture garbage.”

“Well her attempts were a bit brazen but I listened to that band she defended last night so I could see what the big deal is.”

I look at him touched by his attempts to listen to them before I even try to indoctrinate him, “Really and what did you think?”

He looks uncertain for a moment, “It’s a little hardcore for me but I think I can get past the bleeding ears and appreciate the vulgar lyrics like ‘I can be your whore’.”

I smile at him, “Well I didn’t ask you to do that for me. I was going to but the fact that you did before speaks volumes. So, what idea did you have for a first date?”

“Well I remembered you telling me the night we met that you used to play baseball as a kid. Do you like to watch games?”

“Yeah I catch it during the World Series it’s when I can take a break and unwind with a beer and empty recliner just for me. If you saw me in that state you wouldn’t want to go out again. I am talking a lot of stuff thrown at the walls and cursing words you’ve never even heard of.”

Andrew chuckles, “Well I got us tickets to tonight’s game, it’s the Mariners vs Yankee’s and tickets were actually pretty cheap you wouldn’t think so with two major leagues competing.”

“It’s the playoffs their usually slow, you don’t know much about baseball do you?” I ask because his comment makes it clear we have another issue to tackle here.

Andrew looks at me sheepishly, “I’m Italian if you want to root for soccer then I’m your guy but otherwise I’m a dunce in most of the other sports.” I chuckle at him; his naivety is adorable.

“Well don’t worry I’ll protect you from the other angry baseball fans because they’ll beat you unlike me.”

Andrew looks pleased, “So that’s yes to tonight?”

“Normally it wouldn’t be because a game on a first date is you begging to see me at my worst. But since it’s the playoffs we’re good your just gonna get me bored.” Andrew grins at me before walking towards me in a seductive manner causing my stomach to knot in a good way. He puts his hand against the shelf behind me as if he’s trying to cage me.

“Well maybe I can make it less boring after and…pitch a goal.” I laugh at his bad baseball innuendo and he closes his eyes in despair and shakes his head, “You were right to want to protect me because I’m probably gonna get killed out there.”

I laugh at him again and calm down, “Don’t worry I’ll just keep you busy so you don’t run your mouth in that stadium. I’d like to do…other things with that mouth.” I say it with a breathy tone and he grins at me before leaning in to kiss me. I grab his shoulder to guide him. We were a few inches away from making contact until the door opens and Dr. Webber sees us in this intimate position to my horror.

“Oh um…” Webber sees Andrew with his hands on the wall right beside my head and my hand on his shoulder and immediately goes beet red, “S-Sorry I um I needed-”

I need to rectify this if at all possible and quickly say, “Yeah, me too.” I duck under Andrew’s arm and move to the shelf a few feet away to make it seem like I’m looking for something. I grab a random object and say to DeLuca in a professional tone like he’s a resident and I’m an intern, “Uh I found the hydrogels thank you for showing me how to navigate this closet, Dr. DeLuca.”

Andrew clears his throat and tries to play along as well, “Yes, I thought I saw it at this shelf but uh I was wrong. I’m glad I could help Dr. Karev.” Webber doesn’t buy it as he still looks awkward around us.

“Right.” He clearly doesn’t believe it and I sigh at his face and remember he’s my brother’s friend so he knows the situation and will probably feel conflicted in catching us. I groan as I decide to tell him so he doesn’t spill to Alex and someone overhears and spreads this like wildfire.

“Alex knows but nobody else does so I would appreciate it if-”

Webber nods looking slightly relieved, “Don’t worry Karev I am already trying to wipe this from my memory.”

I look and see Andrew looking pained by this encounter, “Perfect thank you sir.”

Webber shakes his head at us before saying under his breath, “Lord.” He leaves us in the room where we stand there for an awkward silent moment until he laughs and I hit his arm with the hydrogel in response.

“It is not funny!” He continues laughing even when I glare at him.

He calms down after a few seconds, “I’m sorry I’ll stop, ‘Alex knows’?” He looks at me amused by my reaction to being walked in on by my boss.

I look at him in frustration that causes him to shut up, “I panicked! And now my residency director saw me about to kiss a senior resident. It’s my third day and I am already the intern slut I am so getting fired.”

Andrew tries to soothe me, “No you’re not trust me I mean this hospital is practically built on workplace relationships. Alex and Jo, Kepner and Avery, me and Pierce-”

“You slept with the chief of cardio?” I stop freaking out and look at him in shock over this new information. He stops in place and realizes what he said, “When was this?”

He takes a moment “…My intern year.” I chuckle at him relieved I’m not the only one with the scarlet A on my chest. It’s one thing to sleep with a resident before your even hired but sleeping with an attending when you’re an intern is a whole new level of inappropriate, “Yeah not the best way to start my intern year and if it makes you feel better Webber also found out.”

I raise an eyebrow at him, “Oh yeah? Did he walk in on you guys in a supply closet your first week here?”

“I mean…no.” I rub my eyes as I process what just happened and come to a decision.

“Okay from now on this.” I motion to the two of us, “happens in the privacy of our homes or rooms with locks at this place got it?”

He nods full heartedly, “I completely agree with that rule.” I put the hydrogel back and walk away from him as he yells out, “I’ll meet you at the stadium at 7?”

I don’t stop as I yell out on my way, “6:30 I want to get there before the crowd piles up.” I open and close the door as I exit the closet with some of my dignity intact.