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Taking Flight - Chapter 17 - Arrival

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October 9

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Huang really didn’t expect his sister to summon him to Paris of all places. He expected it to be to trick him into coming to the city to visit Xia and her family, which if he was being honest all of them should have been doing more often. But out of all of them, Xia had chosen the most normal life she could despite everything.

He spent quite a bit of time trying to figure if should he book a flight or take a portal…

Yeah he wasn’t going to waste a few hundred dollars if he could just portal his way to the city. Besides with all the magic that should be circulating through the area the spell would be more than stable. Especially if it’s been harboring it consistently for over a year.

“Are you sure you don't want me to come? My family can watch the kids.”

“If she says not to bring you then I’m not bringing you,” Huang said before facing his wife. “Besides, it's better for the kids to have one of us if they can’t have both.”

Elvira sighed and took Huang’s hands, “I’d rather be there and not be needed than not go and be needed.”

Huang took a hand to smooth the worry lines on her forehead with a small smile, “You may know more, but I am just as capable as you.” Huang kissed her forehead when he was satisfied with the lack of worry lines.

“Now you know well tha-“

“Mom! Alan hit Mira!”

Both of them sighed, Elvira kissed Huang’s cheek, “Think before you jump.”

“I do,” Huang grumbled as Mira’s screams became louder. The couple and their eldest winced at the sound from the hallway. Their son pushed his hands on his ears, as if that would lessen the sound.

“Oh Mira sweetie, Mommy is right here,” Elvira said as she made her way to her crying daughter, leaving Huang and his son.

The boy looked at the portal, his little fists clenched and a pout formed on his round face. He never liked seeing them, it always meant no mom or dad.

“Do you have to go?” The boy asked as his father moved the suitcase next to the portal.

“Ren,” Huang kneeled down, “I understand what it’s like for someone to be coming and going a lot, but I need to go help Āyí Baihu in fixing Āyí Xia’s home. And it can’t be done without my expertises.”

“What’s wrong with Āyí’s home?” Ren looked his father up and down. His pout forever something Huang wanted to preserve to memory, but he knew his memory would loose it one day. And no photo could ever catch it right, no matter how many times Huang had tried.

“I don’t know everything, but there’s this bad guy abusing magic to hurt people,” Huang said carefully. He knew his son wasn’t stupid, but he couldn’t dump it on him.

“How come people use it wrong,” Ren’s pout deeped.

“People are selfish, bad, sometimes a person doesn’t know any better even.”

“Well they should,” Ren crossed his arms. If the situation was his son wanted another bowl of ice cream Huang would have just laughed at the stance. Ren though was upset over something more serious, and something that’s not quite so trivial.

“Some people are just like that, but that’s why Mom and I do what we do. Get rid of people who should know better,” Huang booped his son's nose. “So cool kids like you get to have fun and be safe.”

Ren’s nose had a short flare, the young boy looked down clearly frustrated, “Can’t someone else do it?”

That question was a shot through the heart. Huang asked himself that when Bǎo left, when their mother took him and Baihu to America, he’d had this question run through his mind so many times.

Huang looked back at the portal, he could only leave it open for so long. His lips pressed down in thought, if this was anyone else he would say find someone else. He would tell them he can’t leave his family again, but Baihu was family; Xia and Tom were too, and they had a daughter in a horrible environment seeping with misused magic. He couldn’t leave any of them to struggle like that, and he knows if any of them were in the same position they would choose to help. Even if all Xia wanted was a peaceful, normal life, she would still answer a call.

Huang looked at his son again, “You only trust mommy and I to pick the clothes you would like right?”

Ren looked up confused, he nodded in confirmation to the strange question. Huang smiled, “Well your Āyímen trust just me to help get this problem solved.” Huang fought the urge to bounce his leg as his son mulled over the explanation. Ren looked at his father while he looked like he understood he was convinced that his father shouldn’t go.

“Do you trust anyone to fix it for them?” Ren’s question was an easy one to answer for the man.

“Only your mother,” Huang said with a strained smile. Ren opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by his mother.

“Ren, come watch your sister while I put Alan away!”

Ren took a few steps to do as his mom asked but stopped. Huang had the wind knocked out of him as small arms did their best to wrap around him.

“Come back soon,” Ren spoke, his voice muffled from burying his face into his father’s shoulder.

Huang returned the hug tightly, “I will.” Huang gave a kiss on his son's head before Ren pulled away, the boy ran out of the room, “Bye Bàba!”

Huang sighed, finally lifting himself from the kneel position. He stretched his back with a groan, he wasn’t that old but he never really prioritized self preservation when he was younger.

Huang slid his backpack on and pulled the handle of the suitcase up. He faced the portal, he couldn’t help but take a deep breath before stepping through. He stepped out of the portal dizzy and nauseous, he stumbled out into the room. The portal closed with a prominent “zwimp.”

Huang flopped onto the couch in front of him, a groan came out of him after a moment of silence in the room. As much as portaling nausea was easier to deal with than jet lag it still took some time to let it make its course.

His sweet silence was broken by his phone ringing.

“Hi,” he answered the phone.

“Thank you for actually having a phone,” Bridget’s voice rang through.

“Of course I have a phone,” Huang sat up. “Did you think I got rid of it?”

“Well the last time I saw you, you just handed me a page and told me to contact you with the spell on it.”

Maybe he should have been more specific about the terms of the spell. Did he mention how long he would be without his phone? He might have forgotten.

“Anyway, your magic letter said you’d be in Paris about now sooo, are you here?”

“Yes I’m in Paris,” Huang ran his hand down his face.

“Well where are you?”

“I’ll be there when I get there.” Huang suppressed a groan, he just wanted a moment to himself. A very long moment at that. This city was practically infused with magic, the air around him left him tired. How the city was bustling outside with this weight was beyond him.

“Marinette’s coming home from school for the day in about thirty to forty minutes; if she doesn’t decide to eat out or go to a friend's place. And you can come surprise her,” Bridget let out huff before the sound of shuffling came through.

“She doesn’t know I’m coming?”

“I don’t know if Sabine told her, but if she did I don’t remember telling Xia when you’d be here just that you were coming. So if Marinette does know, she just doesn’t know when,” Bridget explained. Huang frowned, Marinette didn’t really like surprises, at least not very often. Well that’s the impression he got when she was younger, he didn’t really interact with her his last visit.

“Anyway, I think it would be good for you to just come on over. They can afford for Tom to handle the front alone before lunch rush,” Bridget’s voice started to sound a bit giddy.

Huang looked at his backpack and suitcase, it wasn’t a lot. Not really. He could take care of it later.

“Let me get over the portal neasoua and then I’ll be over.”

His sister’s voice could be heard as she made a chain of yeses. Huang smiled, she may be an adult but sometimes it felt like Bridget had never truly grown up. He couldn’t help but think of the time she did the same string of yeses, dancing in a circle, with a pile of dirt and earthworms in her hands.

“I’m gonna go tell Xia.”

It took a moment for Huang to realize that his sister had left her phone. Huang hung up, taking to tossing his phone on the coffee table before him. He leaned back on the sofa, just a few more minutes and he would be on his way

•

“So there was a meeting on Monday?” Marinette finally asked when they parted the school.

“Yes,” Alya stated, her voice saying the word like it was an absolute.

“And you left a note on my desk to go to it, because you couldn’t,” Marinette spoke each word almost as if each word were a different sentence. Her hands helping by moving them with each syllable.

“God, yes Marinette. You’ve asked me this three times already,” Alya’s frustration made itself more known despite her efforts to keep herself calm. She was used to Marinette’s need to ask for confirmation multiple times even if was a simple yes or no.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Marinette spoke as they made their way to the crosswalk. “The thing is there was never a note on my desk on Monday. No one even told me!”

“Did you check your email?” Alya asked. They made their way across the street, Alya raised her hand in thanks. The driver gave a wave back.

“I always check my email,” Marinette frowned at her. “You watched me check every other minute once.”

“And we didn’t get any of the homework done for at least an hour because of that,” Alya pointed out as they rounded the bakery. The lunch rush was starting, they didn’t want to distract Marinette’s parents.

“You get my point,” Marinette gave a huff as she opened the residents door. “I would have seen if there was anything. I have it set up so I will!”

Marinette moped a bit on the way up the stairs. It was all too frustrating. She should have seen it, she would have seen it! She wasn’t stretched out that much, she was balancing things sufficiently. She only had a few things left over from last week to finish, she get them done before patrol today and tomorrow.

It’s not like she wasn’t trying to keep up. She just had more now. Besides she-

Marinette’s chest blossomed in a sudden warmth that slowly spread, it was slowly followed by a slight chill as she felt a tug. As Alya and her came up the last steps to her family’s apartment a heavy ball formed from the tug. Marinette swollowed as they came to the door, it was just her anxiety. Everything would be fine, her parents were downstairs working, her aunt was probably in a meeting, and Makzenie was most likely beading.

They were fine.

Marinette tested the doorknob to find it already unlocked, Makzenie or Bridget must be up here the teen figured.

“Do you think someone mistook it for trash,” Alya asked as Marinette opened the door.

“Maybe,” Marinette shrugged but stopped at the doorway to see her mother sitting on the couch like she had with Bridget last month. Briget was lounging on the right side, and a man sat between them, his back to the door. The man seemed to tense before turning around to see the two girls, he relaxed and smiled.

“Marinette! I was wondering where you were,” the man got up to round the couch while Bridget sat up.

“Uncle?”

“Wow Marinette, how many family members are you hiding,” joked Alya, she gave a slight nudge to get Marinette going.

“We almost have everyone,” Bridget said as she sorted through some papers on the island. “We just need Bǎo to drop by.”

“Do you really think that would end well,” Huang joked as he opened his arms in an offer to Marinette.

“I’m good,” Marinette said, her voice feeling a bit tight. She had to be asleep, today was just unreal.

Huang nodded, he looked over Marinette. His eyebrows formed confused creases as he seemed to look not really at her. A look Marinette got from Master Fu or the Kwami.

Marinette gave an awkward smile. The heaviness in her chest seemed to fade as she stood in the room, she instead felt just a wave of anxiousness overcome her. Her stomach felt like a hearth aflame as she came to terms with another thing to worry about.

“I don’t remember you having a necklace last time,” Marinette spoke mainly to herself. A deep faded green adder stone wrapped by a leather strap around his neck.

“Oh this was an anniversary gift Elvira got for me, I love these things,” Huang smiled, lifting it closer to Marinette to see before letting it fall back down.

Her uncle turned to Alya and his eyebrows raised slightly, “You’re Alya right? Marinette’s best friend?” His eyes gave a slight squint as he spoke the last two words.

“Yes,” Alya nodded firmly. A serious action but she leaned on her left with a hand on her hip. “What about it?”

“Can you believe it?” Bridget dramatically cried, “She replaced Quel and I so easily, and after everything we did together!” Bridget dropped herself over the back of the couch. Marinette frowned at her aunt unamused as she pretended to cry her woes. Marinette’s rolled at the antics as the sound of papers was put in a bag.

“I hear you were one of the heroes, is that right?”

Marinette looked over at her friend, immediately catching her thin lips and the anxiousness in the shape of her eyes.

“Yeah, I was,” Alya confirmed a beat later than she would if it was about anything else.

“Aw that’s neat,” Huang’s smile looked more forced as he looked over the two girls, fiddling with his stone.

Marinette took Ayla’s hand in her, “Well we have a paper to write! Nice to see you uncle, and Adrien is coming over tomorrow!” Marinette shouted as she brought herself and Alya up the steps to her room.

“Your model boy?” Bridget called to the retreating girls.

“Who’s that?” Huang asked, not seeming to direct it to anyone in particular.

“Why is he coming over,” Sabine asked, having made her way to make her head in view for her daughter.

“School thing. Tell you more at dinner! Love you,” Marinette said before shutting the door. Marinette sighed, letting her body relax. Her hands on the trap door and letting her thigh muscles give out to sit.

Everything really was piling up now, wasn’t it?

The family downstairs was muffled through the door but Alya flopping on the chaise wasn’t missed by the girl. She turned back and looked at her friend face down on the furniture.

“Uh, you okay Alya? I'm sorry about my family, I didn't know my uncle was coming. I’m sorry if they made you uncomfortable, I really-“

“It’s fine,” Alya brought herself up. “Let’s just get to the paper, okay?”

“Of course,” Marinette said hesitatingly. She moved items aside to make room for Alya to do work on the table with her. Marinette pushed her keyboard to make room for herself to have her own packet out and papers out. They went over possible books or folktales to do the term paper on. Marinette and Alya both having their own lists of possible candidates, trying to come to some final decision.

A few times did Marinette notice a sound that shouldn’t have happened and anxiously cast a glance at her friend. Alya, thankfully, seemed to not notice even the nervous bounce of Marinette’s leg. While Alya used her phone to search possible titles, Marinette used her desktop.

Marinette did a quick search through her email to find it lacking an end of week email, which was more than odd. Maybe someone had accidently forgotten to add her to the list of people. No, she was listed as a receiver for the group. So why hadn’t she gotten an email about a meeting on Monday?

Beside Marinette, Alya was lightly tapping her foot back and forth, from heel to ball. When she wasn’t fidgeting with her pen she was tapping her fingers on the papers, none of the tapping giving sound. Her thumb scrolled through the articles about the books she was looking through.

A banner came down, just seeing the app icon she swept it up. It was better to ignore until later, she had homework to get done. But another came down, and another, she kept swiping the banner away, but to no avail the messenger was persistent. After what was possibly the fifteenth time Alya let out a strangled cry of frustration and dropped her phone on the table.

The actions made Marinette jump in her seat; the phone buzzed against the table while Alya ignored it. Face in her hands as she continued to take deep breaths, Marinette eyed the phone and then looked between her friend and the device.

“Alya,” Marinette started hesitantly, “what’s wrong?”

It felt like the wrong question, but to ask if she was okay was stupid! She was unmistakably not okay, what else was she supposed to ask?

“Nothing-ing,” Alya’s voice cracked, filled with nervousness. The phone buzzed again, making Marinette’s eyes shift to it again.

“Alya,” Marinette started again quietly, this time with more concern than hesitance. She placed her hand on the girl’s shoulder, “Something is wrong. Even if you don’t want to talk about it you can’t pretend there isn’t.”

Marinette felt her insides grow warm, a bad warm. Those were words she had come to terms with not too long ago. It felt strange actually saying them for the first time. Thinking words was very different from saying them, and Marinette didn’t think the feeling of finally saying them would ever pass.

The phone buzzed multiple times again. Alya rubbed her eyes with her palms, possibly pushing a little too hard. She picked it up, after a few taps on the screen the vibrations on her had ceased and no banner came down. But she knew that they were still coming through, she’d just have to wait to open them. And the words would hit her again.

The girl still held the object, fiddling with it as she stared at nothing. Contemplating what she should do, or even say.

“Do,” Alya cleared her throat before continuing, “do people come up to you about us?”

Marinette blinked before frowning in confusion but quickly the pieces put themselves together, “Do you mean the hero thing?”

“Yeah,” Alya nodded, playing with the charm on her phone case. “The…hero, thing.”

Marinette shifted in her seat, “What exacting about it?”

“Anything. Do they?”

Marinette sat there for a moment, partially perplexed.

“Well no, but there’s stares.” Marinette frowned. She sighed as she thought back on her date with Luka, it had been amazing, but…but the people around them in the packed spaces. They’d notice Luka but then they’d notice her would start murmuring and stare, and stare, and stare, and-

Marinette eyes shut as she took a deep breath, when she reopened her eyes she found Alya staring at her phone. She was tried. Marinette’s heart ached for her friend as she recognized the exact form her friend was under.

“Do, do people come you?” Marinette leaned so if Alya looked at her she’d be able to see her eyes.

“In person? No,” Alya’s face seemed to sag still staring at her phone, “Online though, there’s hundreds.”

Marinette looked at Alya’s grip on her phone, fingers tense against the case and thumbs pressing hard against the screen. She slowly brought her hands to Alya’s and gently pulled the phone from her friend’s grasp. Alya sat up a bit as she became aware of what was happening, she watched as Marinette set the phone down next to her desktop.

Alya opened her mouth to ask a question but Marinette beat her.

“Want some palmier and we’ll just hang out for a bit?” Marinette smiled at her friend, “Unless you don’t like palmier anymore and you want to go right back to working?”

Alya smiled back, “I would really like that.”

Marinette’s smiled widened, she gave the girl a quick hug before making her way to her trapdoor.

“Marinette,” Alya called causing Marinette to look back up confused, “You’re an amazing friend.”

Marinette smiled at Alya her face flushed from the statement, “Thank you Alya.” Marinette made her way down the stairs.

Alya sighed and relaxed in the chair she sat in, eyes closed. Unaware of all the mini sized gods peaking at her and Marinette with smiles on their faces.

Trixx though, more than anything at the moment, wanted to just hug the blogger. But instead decided to do his own form of tipping some luck her way. He flew below her and rounded behind her floats right next to the top of her head, he felt his fellow Kwami watch closely and anxiously.

Trixx lifted his flipper over the crown of her head, a deep orange with brown strips orb was generated. Only half an inch in diameter and was dull in color, Trixx carefully pushed the orb of energy onto her crown and it dropped down.

The fox Kwami watched as it did as he’d hoped and floated back up to his Guardian’s bed.

Alya felt like a ball dropped from her head to her chest, this heavy sphere became a warmth that soon spread through her body. The last of her tension in her shoulders dropped and she slowly opened her eyes, she rubbed her chest confused but certainly happier.

The air in the room suddenly felt clearer and she enjoyed it.

Not even seconds later was Marinette back enthusiastically with palmier and other treats. While Marinette spoke loudly to Alya making her laugh Trixx smiled.

“I bless you my kit, see through swindle and wield your own guile,” Trixx spoke under the much louder girls below.

•

Makzenie had not expected the Cheng family to be so big. And as she heard Huang talk about his four kids she couldn’t help if her mouth was open from hearing about his family. Not jaw dropping style, no it had to be something so out of the ball park for her jaw to just drop. But she felt real close to it when they brought they had an older bother named Bǎo.

Mackenzie ripped her bread apart as the expressive family around her spoke loudly. Marinette appeared to be in the same boat as her at the beginning of the meal but had soon joined in as if this were the norm.

Perhaps the older girl was used to situations like this, but then again this was her family.

Huang Cheng was certainly a character of a man, talking about how he escaped a pack of wolves on won of his trips in the Carpathian Mountains in Romania or how he had been suck on a mountain while in Sweden.

Mackzenie was beginning to slowly grow concerned over the youngest Cheng siblings as Bridget brought up her neat death experiences while traveling to different cities in the States for job. (That of which Mackzenie had not figured out.)

As the aware was small not everyone would all eat at the island Tom sat with his food at the counter with Marinette next to him, which Mackzenie sat at the end of the island making it easier to see the two and converse with them. Unlike Mlle. Cheng and Bridget, who had to turn to face the two.

As each person finished their meal they washed their dishes and set them in the dry rack. Mackzenie found herself feeling out of place and a bit awkward, but Marinette was her saving grace.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed now,” the girl spoke getting up. “I school tomorrow and still need to double check my suitcase again.”

“Right of course sweetheart,” Sabine said.

“I, I think I’ll be heading off to bed too,” Mackzenie spoke up.

“Okay, I’ll be down in a bit,” Bridget said sending a reassuring smile to her.

Marinette made her way up the stairs while Mackzenie went to the door.

“Mackzenie actually can I have a gift for you,” Huang spoke up. Mackzenie turned around very confused, she looked to his sisters. They both looked as confused as Mackzenie.

Huang came around the couch searching his pockets and muttering to himself in English.

“Ah, here,” he exclaimed once he had found whatever it was he had been looking for. He held up a necklace, it had a leather cord like his own necklace but what it was wrapped around was different.

“An arrowhead?” Mackzenie looked at the necklace with curiosity. The stone was yellow brown and smooth, it appeared to be polished too.

“Yes, arrowheads while used through history for weapons they were also used as magical charms or amulets; treated as talisman. They commonly represent strength and protection,” the stone piece spun and swung. “I made this one out of jasper. Supposed to be a calming stone,” Huang gave a shrug, “I personally believe items represent what we want them to.”

Huang held out the arrowhead necklace with a kind smile, “I made my sisters and Marinettte all jasper arrowheads, I thought it ought to be right to make you one too. Perhaps next time I can make you a quartz one.”

Mackzenie stood there for a moment before stammering, “Thank you. I, this is for me?”

Huang nodded, this made Mackzenie look back at the necklace for a moment, “You’re sure?”

“Yes, I believe I am,” Huang stated not pulling away. He simply stayed still. Mackzenie finally gabbed the necklace and looked it over, feeling the smoothness of the stone material. She smiled at it not seeing Huang beaming or his siblings behind him.

“Thank you,” she said again.

“Of course,” he nodded. “Well, I should be off now. It is going to be a bit late by the time I get to where I am staying.”

Huang left after saying goodbye to everyone and Mackzenie made her way to her room. True to her word Bridget came down and she heard her lock the door. The young girl had the cord around her neck while inspecting the piece before her. She thought back to what Huang had said, but what came to her mind was how his eyes looked amber for a moment before returning to the gray-blue all the Chengs had.

She sighed shaking the thought away and taking the necklace off setting it on the nightstand. She just needed some sleep, she thought before eventually falling asleep.

•

Ladybug stared at the window across the street, the gentle breeze passing through made her hair tickle her face. The young hero took a deep breath; Master Fu’s words echoed in her ears.

Pick an ally you can trust to fight alongside you in this mission.

Ladybug raised her chin before throwing her yo-yo and hung in front of the window. Kagami sat at a desk on a desktop peacefully working, her back to the window of her room.

Ladybug knocked on the window causing Kagami to jump and spin holding a pair of scissors, ready to defend herself. Ladybug gave an apologetic smile while Kagami’s body relaxed. She set aside the tool and let the heroine into her room.

“Ladybug,” Kagami nodded, welcoming the hero. “While I am pleased you are not an Akuma or a criminal I ask what are you doing here?” Kagami looked over at Ladybug, taking her in hidden curiosity.

Ladybug straightened and opened her yo-yo pulling out a black box, the same box Kagami had seen just weeks prior. Her eyes widened on their own accord as she realized what was happening.

“Kagami Tsurgi, here is the Miraculous of the Turtle, it grants the power of protection. You may use it for the greater good, once the time comes you will return the Miraculous to me,” Ladybug watched Kagami look as though the wind was knocked out of her. Ladybug held back a smile as she spoke the last line, “Can I trust you?”

At that Kagami looked back up at Ladybug and cooled features. Kagami raised herself in pride and nodded, “Yes, Ladybug.”

Ladybug let the smile envelop her face as her friend took the box and opened revealing Wayzz. The two bowed their heads in greeting; Kagami put on the now red bracelet with her family engraving instead of the usual shell pattern. Both of them faced Ladybug as Kagami asked, “Is there an Akuma now? Or are you expecting one?”

“No, and yes but no,” Ladybug let a soft sigh through her nose, “Myself and Chat Noir will be gone around the same time. If there is an Akuma will be back to Paris as quickly as we can, and for the time being, I thought it would be wise to have another holder out until we’re back.”

Kagami nodded taking in the information before looking back at Ladybug after letting her eyes stray, “Is there anything else I need to know or should be doing during your time away?”

Ladybug could spin around the room with pure joy. Kagami always to the point and on topic.

Ladybug nodded, “Not required but patrols if you feel the need to.”

“Then it will be done,” Kagami promised her chin raised, a look of determination on her face.

Ladybug smiled, “Thank you Kagami.” Ladybug threw her yo-yo out the window and gave a salute, “Bug out.”

Kagami made her way to the window to close it, she paused looking as Ladybug was still visible to her. Kagami bowed at the now heavily distant hero, “Thank you Ladybug.”

Kagami closed her window and turned to the turtle Kwami; she gave the chibi-like being a questioning face, “From what I gather as you give power to the holder you need substance. What exactly is it you require?”

“Anything is technically suitable, but I do have a preference for seaweed,” Wayzz answered with a smile.

“Then I shall have seaweed on hand till our time together has ended,” Kagami assured him.

Wayzz’s smile softened as Kagami did not wait for a response and went back to work. It had been quite a deal of time since he had a turtle such as her.

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Matter of Pride | Hongjoong

Kim Hongjoong - ATEEZ

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5.9k

Pairing: Lion-Hybrid!Hongjoong x Gazelle-Hybrid!AFAB!Reader

Genre: Hybrid AU!, Historical?/Ancient?, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Some Plot, Strangers-to-Friends-to-Lovers

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, very tiny mention of noncon, Pet Names (Doll, Sweetheart, Sweet, Love, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Biting & Scratching & Marking, Bonding/Mating, Heat/Rut, Pheromones, Oral (F! Receiving), Unprotected Sex (This is pre-birth control so…), Monster(?)!Hongjoong (not really, he's a lion hybrid)

Author's Note: Okay, here we go lol. This is NOT Omegaverse, but they do both go into rut/heat. They have animals ears and tails and he's got a spiny lion cock. Hongjoong is not necessarily bigger than reality, the reader is just small. I did also imagine this more to be set in the steppe of Central Asia/Southern Siberia rather than Africa.

I am planning on doing the other members, might just take some time since we are in the process of moving. I wanted to get this up sooner as well, but I live in Tornado Country™.

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Ever since you were a calf, the elders of your herd told you to stay away from predators. You weren't for sure why thought, since all they told you was that they were dangerous. You found that quite odd considering you were not full animals, and as far as you knew, predator hybrids did not literally eat prey hybrids. There was probably some ancient lore-based superstition or something, and it wasn't till you were older did you really think about the real facts. Despite logically knowing that they weren’t going to eat you alive, you still were a bit scared about meeting a predator.

One day you were traversing the rocky steppe of your homeland, right at the foothills of the mountains. Crouching down, you ran your fingers through the grass, feeling for the tell-tale mound of the root you were looking for. The sun was beginning to set, the cool of late-spring settling in the air.

"No." you grumbled, not feeling anything. Standing back up, your attention was quickly drawn to a new sound. Your furry ear, sticking out from the side of your head, flicked at the noise. The wind shifted and your sensitive smell picked up something unfamiliar, but it triggered a deeper, primal part of you. Predators. Logic tried to fight back against instinct, the sound was voices, not the growls of an actual animal. Still, your heart raced, the sound of blood pumping thudded in your ears. Your furry tail swished back and forth nervously, and despite your apprehensions, you moved toward the voices. Finding a path that led a bit further into the foothills, you saw fresh boot marks. Gently, like doing so would trigger something, you placed your own foot in the print, the size difference was striking. You were not a child, you were actually quite a bit bigger than the other women of your herd, but… A boisterous laugh hit your ears, your head turning toward it on its own, instinctually. Swallowing hard, you followed the tracks and when you came around a large boulder, you peered around it. There was a small clearing created by tall, jutting rocks, and a camp had been set up there. Three figures sat around a firepit, great furry pelts wrapped around their shoulders and necks. Lions. There was a fourth figure, leaning against one of the rocks, making him closest to you. Peering closer, he was beautiful. Sharp eyes and jawline, his hair wasn't as long nor as shaggy as the others. His pelt was much nicer as well, and he was the only one with a tunic shirt on underneath. A large axe-like knife was attached to his belt and he had a deep red cloth tied around his bicep. You felt the end of your tail brushing over the rock as it swayed, your nose twitching as the wind carried their scent. You had a hard time pinpointing the exact fragrance, but the one closest to you was the most potent. And the most pleasant. The three around the fire smelled like the smoke wafting around them, and like sweat and dirt. The other one though, he smelled like spiced tea and fragrant tree bark. The wind shifted again, coming up from behind you, carrying your scent right into the clearing. You barely had time to realize what had happened, trying to back away and completely out of sight, but he noticed. As you ducked to hide, his deep golden-brown eyes met your own. The intense look shot fear through your very DNA and you turned to bolt, using your species' long and fast legs to sprint. You didn't make it very far though, and the back of your tunic was seized and you bleated as you were hauled back. Turning to look at your captor as best as you could, it was the handsome one. He smelled even better so close and looked even better. Your face was hot, for many different reasons, and you wondered if he could smell your fear. Was that an actual thing?

"What's wrong Hongjoong?" One of the other lions called and he was able to hide you with his own body. He wasn't as big as the others, but still a good seven or eight inches taller than you.

"Smelled a doe, I'm going to see if I can get her." He shouted back and they went back to their raucous conversation. The lion holding you wrapped his arm around your middle rather than gripping your tunic and easily carried you around the boulder fully and down the slope. You hung there, not sure what else you could do, and he only let you go when he got to the end of the path that led you in.

"S-sorry!" You spun around to face him, not trusting him at your back, "I wasn't eavesdropping!"

"I'm not worried about that, doll. Be glad the smoke covered your scent for the others."

"W-why? Would they…" You swallowed hard, your quivering obvious to him. So were your twitching ears, and he could see your tunic shifting from your wagging tail.

"Would they eat me?" Your question threw him off, to the point that he flinched back.

"What?" He huffed, "No, of course not. Is that what you were told?" You shrugged, feeling embarrassed now.

"That's not what I'm worried they would do to a cute thing like you." Your arm reached around your back, twisting so you could wrap your fingers around the end of your braid, tugging on it. You couldn't meet his gaze, especially because you understood his implication. Also, you weren't sure how you felt about him calling you cute.

"What are you doing around here? What herd are you with?"

"I was gathering herbs…I'm with the gazelle herd southwest of here." You motioned vaguely behind you.

"What were you looking for?"

"Valerian root. It's too early for the plant to be flowering so it's hard to find." He didn't reply for a bit, glancing behind him.

"There's a big tree, east of your village?"

"Y-yes?" You were a little concerned he knew the area so well, but at the same time if they knew where your herd was, and had left it be, it was probably okay.

"What else have you been looking for?" His change of subject caught you off guard, but you answered.

"Meet me at that tree tomorrow evening, and I'll have some for you. Don't come back this way, those others aren't safe."

"You are, though?" Your question didn't sound as bold as you wanted it to. He chuckled a bit, then exhaled hard through his nose.

"Short answer, yes. I don't want to be working with them, but I don't have a choice right now."

"What do you want in return?" You asked, why would he help you just to be nice. It would be a lot of work to gather the herbs you were looking for.

"We'll see how hard it is, then I'll tell you. Deal?" He held his hand out and you eyed it. Finally, taking it, the strength behind the grip jolted you.

"I'm Hongjoong. Do you have a name I can call you?" He smirked softly and you pulled away from the handshake like he had burned you suddenly.

"(Y/N). About this time?"

"Sure, doll. Now go home, and don't come back here." Hongjoong stepped back and nodded for you to do so. Turning back to look at him a few times as you went, you trotted back home, your bag lighter than you had planned on it being.

All through the next day, your eyes kept flitting to the sun behind the clouds, waiting for it to reach the right point in the sky. You were glad you were the head healer, if you had not come back with a good haul before your mentor retired, she would've swatted your hands. In the beginning, it was weird to return to an empty tent, but after nearly six months, you were used to it. It wasn't like she was dead; it was just weird she wasn't there anymore. Your hands moved on muscle memory as you worked through the day, thoughts spiraling, always returning to the image of the lion you met the day prior. It didn't help that he was so attractive, the encounter would have been significantly less captivating without that factor. It was clear he didn't like his comrades, even past that, his appearance was very different from theirs. He had been standing far away from them as well and had even lied when he found you.

The closer toward the horizon the sun grew, the more distracted you were, and you were so antsy that for the last hour before the designated time, you stood at the edge of the village. Some of your herd had questioned your odd behavior through the day, and you brushed it off, telling them you were thinking hard about where to find more herbs. That time of year was difficult with so many different plants sprouting up, and most people accepted your reasoning. Only your mother wasn't convinced, but she also knew not to press too hard, or you would lose your patience. You didn't have too much of that.

From where you were standing, you could kind of see where the tree was, well, the rock that was hiding it. It was behind the big rock. Glancing up at the darkening sky, you could finally see the twinkling of the northernmost star, and you started to trek out. After you descended the slope, and gotten over the hill after it, you knew you were out of sight, and broke into a quicker pace. For some reason, you were excited. Was it the thrill of doing something that others would frown upon? Was it that you got to bask in the presence of the extremely attractive lion once more?

You reached the boulder faster than normal, it seemed your body was just as eager, and had decided to move faster than your brain realized. Swallowing hard, your hand brushed over the smooth stone surface as you moved around it, peaking around. Feeling a small sense of déjà vu, when you could see around the rock, you saw him under the tree.

"There's no need to hide, doll." His voice was warm and you giggled a little in embarrassment, fully coming around. Right when you got close enough, he took a bundle off his shoulder, leaves poking out from the leather wrap. Taking it gently, you crouched down so you could untie it and look. You gasped seeing everything that was there. Not only did he find everything you needed, but there was also a lot there.

"H-How did you get so much?" You looked up at him from your squat and he shrugged. No verbal response, but you were too grateful to question.

"H-here." You reached into your own bag, your string of coins jingling as you pulled it out.

"No, (Y/N). You don't need to pay me."

"But!" When you moved to give him the coins, he wrapped his fingers over yours so they wrapped around the metal pieces.

"What do you want as payment then?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I have, um. I have this mulled wine my grandfather made…" You went back to your bag, going to unite the cord of the wineskin.

"No."

"Um, okay, I have…" You shuffled stuff around in your bag, looking for the flute you still didn't really know how to play.

"(Y/N). You don't have to give me anything, it’s fine." He was closer then, trying to get you to stop your frantic search. His fingers went to your chin, forcing your head to tip back so you could meet his gaze.

"A-are you sure?"

"Yes." He dropped his hand and stepped back once more, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"N-nothing?" You felt bad, it would have taken hours to gather that much.

"If you really want, you can sit and talk to me for a bit?" He suggested and the request flabbergasted you.

"Really?" Hongjoong hummed with a nod, turning so he could move to the tree, sitting at the base in a divot in the large roots. Sitting down next to him, you truly felt small then, scratching at a root with your blunt fingernail. Your eyes went to his own hands, sharp claws sat at the end of each finger. You also had noticed when he smiled, his canine teeth were bigger and sharper. His golden-blonde hair, rounded ears, and tufted tail all screamed that he was a lion, even if his demeanor didn't. He wasn't scary, but he was majestic and beautiful.

"Have you ever met a lion before me?" He rested against the tree trunk and you shook your head.

"Have you ever met a predator?"

"Not really. Just seen them from afar." You picked at a dried bit of some poultice you had made that was stuck on your tunic skirt.

"You weren't as afraid as I thought you would be, then."

"If it had been one of the others, maybe."

"Why was I different?" Hongjoong's gaze on you made your face hot, you couldn't return the look.

"You could have given me away to the others, and you didn't." Yep, that was it. Nothing more to it.

"That's it?" He sounded a bit disappointed.

"Why didn't you?"

"I told you; I don't care for them."

"Then why are you travelling with them?"

"It's hard to be a solo male out here. It's easier to work with a group before I try and get my own pride."

"Oh. So, like, a bunch of wives?"

"More like two or three. Not like full lions, but..." He didn't sound super eager for that.

"Are all lion hybrids like that?"

"More or less. Never appealed to me much, to be honest."

"Really?" This piqued your interest, and you didn't dwell too much on why.

"It's rare for lions to have one spouse, out in the wilds anyway. I've debated leaving for the capital, but…"

"Why not?"

"I don't mind living off the land, but I don't know where else to go to find a wife. Most lionesses also want to be in a pride, like some ancient call."

"Huh."

"Are gazelle monogamous?"

"Hybrids are. Have a shit ton of kids though." Your response made him laugh; the sound rumbled through you.

"Can you roar like a full lion?" You were too curious. You needed to know.

"Uh, no. Can you actually bleat like a full gazelle?"

"Not really…" Now you felt stupid, ears flicking nervously. Your tail thumped a bit on the ground, your eyes meandering down to look at his. It was much longer than yours, like his full animal brethren.

"What about you?"

"Me?"

"Do you want to get married and have a shit ton of kids?" You hummed in thought. No. It was more because you didn't want to be pressed into a mold. Most herbalists never marry, let alone have offspring, that was part of the reason you chose the trade.

"No."

"You even want kids?"

"Don't know. One would be nice, but that's not how it works…" You stared in the distance toward your village.

"How many siblings do you have?"

"I'm the oldest of eleven."

"Fuck." He huffed and his reaction made you burst into a guffaw.

"Yes."

"Is your mother…okay?" This made you laugh harder.

"Uh, I can't imagine five singletons plus three sets of twins would make anyone okay."

"Not your ideal future?"

"Oh, fuck, no." Hongjoong smiled at your obvious newly relaxed state. It was then you noticed the sun had set completely, little white stars twinkling in the dark purple abyss.

"I need to get back!" You shot up, retying the bundle he had given you.

"Wait!" He stopped you with a hand on your wrist. Turning to look back at him, he licked his lips, letting you go.

"Can you meet me back here in two days. Same time?" Your eyes widened a bit at the request, but you felt a smile tug at your lips.

"Yeah, I can."

You did go back when he asked.

"You came!" Hongjoong seemed genuinely surprised, standing up straight from where he had been leaning against the tree.

"Of course?" You were genuinely surprised at his reaction, "why wouldn't I?"

"I was a bit worried you only came last time for the herbs…" He wouldn't look straight at you, and you noticed he had something in his hand. It was obviously plants.

"Is that why you brought that?" You pointed to them, and he brought them around from behind his back.

"Y-yeah."

"Hongjoong. You're the first guy that still gave me the time of day after saying I didn't want to have twelve children." You motioned behind you toward your village, "honestly I've been really impatient, waiting for…now." Your face warmed and you swiped your leg back and forth, drawing an arch in the dirt with your toe.

"You're the first girl who didn't look at me weird when I said I only wanted one wife…" He huffed, the confident smirk coming back to his face.

"Is it weird, that we're so different?" You voiced the obvious concern between both of you.

"Maybe. But it doesn't feel like it."

For nearly two months you met at the tree, every two days. One night, under a full moon, when you arrived at the tree, he met you right as you arrived, immediately sweeping you into his arms. A bit shocked, you returned the hug, warmth flooding your whole body. You spoke like normal, sitting together, shoulder to shoulder. That time though, there was something in the air. You couldn't place your finger on it, and when you went to leave for the night, he hugged you once more. When he pulled back, his hand went to cup your cheek.

"I…I don't want to let you go." He barely pulled away from the hug but did release you. His head was bowed to be closer to yours, forehead brushing yours.

"Hongjoong?" You weren't for sure what he meant, considering he literally let you go.

"Run away with me. Come to me. Stay with me." He tilted his head, nose brushing yours, his breath mingled with yours. Tears pricked your eyes, a rush of emotions knocking your breath away as he stole it. His lips were hot on yours and a tear escaped your eye. When he pulled back, his eyes met yours, and he grimaced at your tears.

"Tomorrow. I'll come to you. Here?" You asked, ready and willing. You did want to at least say goodbye to your family, gather your things.

"No. There's a cave near where we first met-"

"Behind the vines?"

"Yes."

"I'll be there."

Your mother didn’t ask too many questions. She knew there had been something on your mind, and she knew and saw that you weren't happy there. You never would be, especially not after meeting Hongjoong. You didn't have the heart to tell your father, so you said goodbye to him like it was any other time you went to gather herbs. It wasn't like you would never see them again, but you weren't sure when you would go back, not sure where you would end up. With one last glance behind you, you left your village, your bag more full than usual, but no one noticed. Standing at the entrance of the cave, you swallowed hard, parting the hanging vines and stepping in. He was there. Of course he was, it seemed he had been staying there. A very convenient hole lay in the ceiling, casting the sunlight in. The whole cave smelled of him, and once he saw you, he moved forward. You gasped, his hands cupping your jaw, lips sealing over yours. That kiss wasn’t anything like the time before. Hongjoong pulled back slightly, just so you could breathe and you whimpered at the loss. Your tail rapidly flitted back and forth behind you, ears twitching just as fast. Hongjoong's spiced aroma had grown stronger, a slight rumbling building in his chest. His hands were still holding your jaw, the claw on his thumb just barely ghosting over your skin. Stepping even closer, your hands fell on his chest, and you marveled at the hard muscle underneath the pelt around his shoulders. The rumble grew stronger under your touch, and you could already feel your core clench around nothing. Swallowing hard, you breathed in his scent, over and over, like it was a drug.

"Fuck, (Y/N)."  He practically growled, one hand moving to rest on your waist. His face buried into the crook of your neck; nose pressed to your jugular. Your blood spiked and you felt your whole body shudder. You were unsure if it was arousal, or a sense of danger, having the large fangs of a predator near your weakest spot.

"You smell so good." Hongjoong groaned, hauling you closer, leaving barely a space between you.

"Like what?" You wanted to add, 'like a meal or a mate?', but didn't want to ruin the moment.

"Like when the apricots blossom." His other hand on your jaw moved instead to the back of your head, the one on your waist to the small of your back. You gasped at the pressure of his body, feeling him growing hard against your stomach. His face left your neck, and he kissed you again. You wondered if that was what the elders implied, being eaten alive. His tongue had easily entered your mouth, swiping over yours, his large canines clacking against your much blunter ones. You had expected his tongue to be rough, but he didn't know yours would be as well, though not nearly as coarse as your full animal kin. It seemed though, that he was literally drooling, the extra saliva made his tongue glide around yours. You whimpered again, the muffled noise was nearly a bleat, and the rumble of his chest nearly a roar. Hongjoong's lips left yours, a strand of spit connecting your mouths, another trail leaving the corner of his mouth. He licked away the extra, breaking the trail, his pupils had narrowed to narrow slits. Your own pupils were blown wide, the black nearly eclipsing the color of your iris. Part of you felt the need to run, flee, that you were being hunted. Somehow though, that thought turned you on all the more.

"Are you sure, (Y/N)?"

"Huh?"

"Once I have you, I won't let you go." His voice rumbled through you, straight to your cunt, and your scent of arousal built to the point you could smell it yourself. The spiced bark of his own aroma filled your nostrils, making your thoughts hazy.

"You already have me." You replied, voice very soft, to keep it from shaking. Your brain didn't register his next move till it was already done, your back pinned to the rock of the cave, his hand still on the back of your head to make sure it didn't smash against the stone.

"Tell if it hurts too bad." His voice was in your ear, nose pushing against the collar of your tunic. Your hands around his neck moved to his upper back, gripping hard into the pelt as his teeth sank into your shoulder. Your eyes rolled back, the stinging pain just aroused you further, and his hips rutted forward once, pressing his even harder cock against your tummy. As his fangs left your skin, he licked over the spot and you flinched at the sting. Just then, his scent spiked, the aroma becoming sweeter, mingling with yours. You knew predators bonded through mating bites, but you had no idea what it would do to your body. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, blood rushed in your ears and a drop of slick started to flow down your inner thigh.

"Gotta warn you, sweetheart." He huffed, a cocky smirk gracing his features, tongue licking over the drop of blood still on his lip. He palmed his hard-on through his tunic pants, "might look a little different than you're expecting."

"Huh?" You weren't fully registering what he was getting at. Hongjoong's fingers wrapped around yours, bringing your hand to his covered cock, letting you palm over him yourself. You whimpered, you had dealt with plenty of naked males being a healer, and none compared. The thing that you noticed really, what he was talking about, were the little spines at the base of his cock and below the head. Your eyes widened, normally that would concern you some, but your body was ready and waiting. Eager even, begging.

"They don't hurt like a full lion, but I wanted you to know."

"I don't care, I just want you to split me open on it." Your bold declaration made him chuckle, his tongue licking against the tip of your ear. It flicked under the touch and the hand at your head brought your lips back to his. He swallowed your mewls, the hand he had on your back moved lower, gripping the base of your tail. When he tugged, a bleat escaped your throat, and his hard thigh nestled between your quivering ones. He immediately felt the heat of your cunt through the thin leather of his tunic pants, your slick quickly dripping over the material.

"You're soaked, love." He pressed harder, your hips jumping, the slight friction intensified by whatever hex he seemed to have you under.

"Sorry, sweet. You're sending me into a rut." His chest was rumbling again, deeper than before, "It'll be hard to hold back." Is that what was happening to you? Was he putting you into heat? Yours were normally extremely weak since you were unmated, and was it much worse because he was a predator? Did your body need to compensate for his own body’s greater power? The hand on your tail moved to cup your butt, then to your thigh, prompting you to pronk up and into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, the bulge of his cock pressing over your bare cunt and you whined, breath hitching. You felt so small then, he easily held you up against the cave wall, broad enough that most wouldn’t even know you were there but your legs around his middle. Hongjoong kissed over your neck, down to your collar bone, rough tongue searing over your skin. Your hands scrambled, gripping and pulling at the pelt around his neck, trying to get it off. He helped you, reaching under to undo a small button and you pulled it up over his head, letting it flop to the ground. His toned arms were fully on display then, the red cloth around his arm somehow made the sight all the better. He never told you what it meant, and you just assumed it was an accessory. Before you could start trying to wrestle his tunic top off, he held you to him, carrying you to a pile of pelts it seemed he used as a bed. Softly, he laid you down on it, but his following movements were anything but. He ripped his shirt off and you didn't get time to ogle his bare torso because he proceeded to literally tear yours off. You had only been in a linen tunic dress, but still the ease with which he turned it to shreds was incredible arousing. His palms were rough against your soft skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Hongjoo-!" Your breath was kicked from your lungs, vision spattering with dots of light when his tongue buried into your cunt. You hadn't even realized he was down there, hands pressing to your thighs to hold your legs open. Even the slight brush of his lips over your clit as his tongue licked over your walls was intense. A strong wave of pleasure was quickly cresting, your womb pulsing hard, walls clenching.

"Fuck~!" Little bleats and whimpers left you, your tail whacking against the pelts beneath you, dull nails raking through his hair. While you had never had an orgasm, you knew that's what it was. With how quick he brought you up to and over the edge, you knew you were in for a long night. Hongjoong growled, his purr rumbling through his tongue into you, drinking your essence as it squirted from your cunt. Smirking, he pulled back, thumb gathering a drop from his chin so he could lick it off.

"You think your cute little cunt can take my cock?" His knuckles brushed through your folds, careful of his claws.

"Please, need it~" Your foot came up, pressing over his hard-on. He grunted, wrapping his hand around your ankle, forcing it off so he could take his pants off. You watched, hazy eyes trying to focus as the leather hit the cave floor. Your eyes subsequently widened, brain fogging further. Little spines circled his cock, thick and long. Hongjoong kneeled between your legs, spreading them and hooking one of your knees over his elbow to keep you open for him. He chuckled at the twitch your whole body seized from when the hot head met your dripping folds.

"It might sting, love." He warned once more, the thumb of his hand on your waist rubbing small circles over your hip. You nodded, trying to relax but also steel yourself. Yes, it stung, it burned, but it was amazing. Each little bit he sank his fat cock into you, the little spines rubbed and pulled at your walls. Your slick allowed an easy glide, but his own head was swimming from the tight vice of your cunt, eagerly sucking him in. You shuddered with each breath, heat searing through you from your core out, and he was barely half-way in when you felt another orgasm cresting. You thought the pain would diminish the pleasure, but it was the opposite, the burn heated you even further. Hongjoong laid kisses over your shoulder around his mark, letting you adjust to the stretch, even if it was nearly painful for him to go so slow. As the head of his dick pressed against your eager and weeping womb, the little spines at the base brushed your clit and folds, and the final little push finished you off. You threw your head back, eyelids fluttering, nails leaving crescents on his shoulders. He groaned as your tight cunt pulsed around him, more of your slick spurting out from where he was filling you. When the waves of your orgasm faded, you still were shuddering, tipsy on the pleasure.

"Ready, love?"

"Hongjoong~" You mewled, fingers rubbing over his hot skin, blunt nails scratching a path down from where you had them. Your other leg ended up hooked over his elbow as well, and when he pulled out, only about halfway, the little barbs tugged at your gummy walls. He snapped his hips then, burying back inside, battering the fat head against your cervix. He was right, he couldn't hold back. He wanted to start slow, let you get used to it, but he couldn't. The next thrust had no warning, his pace was immediately relentless, your knees pressed up toward your ears. He was fucking you stupid, the noises you let out sounding more and more like your animal kin, bleats and moans melding. Your body had gone limp, only your arms had any strength, hands digging into the pelt under your hips. Your head lolled and your breasts bounced with each thrust. You couldn't think to let him know as he barreled through your third orgasm, more slick gushing from your cunt. His noises were animalistic at that point, anyone passing would think a real lion was rutting in that cave. His tongue ran over his long fangs, saliva spilling from his lips as he growled and grunted.

"Aw, fuck, (Y/N)." He chuckled, burying his cock as deep as he could, pressing those little spines into your groin, pumping your eager womb full. You weren't even sure you could actually get pregnant, but he was bound and determined to fill you to the point that it would leak out of you for days. The heat of his cum inside brought you over the edge too, a much smaller climax racking you. He was still hard as a rock though. You gasped, your lungs spasming as he pulled his cock all the way out, those little barbs digging in. Your world spun, your chest and stomach to the pelts below then, and he yanked your hips up, sinking his cock back in once more. At that angle he got even deeper somehow, each rough plow of his dick battering your back walls. Your vision blurred further, eyes rolling back, fingers futilely digging into the fur below you. His hips pummeled against the skin of your ass hard, the smacking combined with his beastly grunts made your ears twitch. His hand went back to your tail, wrapping around the base, tugging a bit. Shivering shot straight up your spine from where he had you, cunt weeping along with you, tears and drool leaving a puddle on the pelts under you.

"Fucking hell, love. You're so good for me~" He groaned, chuckling as your walls fluttered through another climax. Your cunt and clit stung from the overstimulation, but you needed more, you needed him to pump you full more. The bite on your shoulder flared with heat, so did your skin as his hands wrapped around the small of your waist. His thrusts once again grew unsteady, instead they were hard and shallow, pulling back just enough to rake those little barbs over your clit over and over.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck." You rambled, vision already spotting with white, then nearly screamed when he came again, spurts of white hot jizz leaking from your hole, not able to handle the amount. Your cunt sprayed out as well, the mix of your release leaving a mess on the pelts. You gasped for air, heart thudding, sweat dripping from your forehead. He was still hard. Maybe that's why your people were warned about mixing with predators. His stamina was a beast in itself.

"Can you keep going love? Lions go for a whole day sometimes." Hongjoong groaned when your cunt clenched again, really hoping you could keep going. His body needed yours, just as bad for both of you, and he wanted to fuck you the rest of the week if he could. He might be able to, you on the other hand…

"Fuck me stupid, I don't- just your cock~!" You whined and moaned, giggling like an idiot as his hips rolled again. Picking back up to his monster pace again. Every drag of his dick seemed to eek a tiny little orgasm out of you, your body strung so tight, it sang with every one of his movements. Your brain vaguely registered as the sunlight faded from the hole in the ceiling, fading to the cool moonlight. You didn't think you could walk for a week after, he had fucked so many orgasms out of and into you, you lost count. Globs of thick seed slipped out of your cunt when he finally pulled out, cock finally softening. Your face was blank, eyes open but barely conscious.

"Sleep, my love. I'll need you again in the morning."

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Rigor Mortis (prologue)

College roommate Miguel O'Hara x reader

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Part 1

summary: Relationships end. People die. You move on, and Miguel does too.  (roommate! Miguel O'Hara x reader, college-ish au). 

warnings: no warnings, just angsty asf

a/n: this is the culmination of lots and lots of planning and me writing non-stop for a good few weeks. the next part will be much longer, and updates will be wednesdays until further notice. thank you for all your support! If you'd like to be tagged, see this post.

Thank you to my beta readers, @tianyhi and @urgonnaneedabiggership (they also write Miguel fics, I highly recommend! my favourite is this series), I couldn't have done it without you guys :D

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rigor mortis,

You're sitting at a diner, the one on 57th. At almost 11pm, it's… quiet. The gentle bustle of a waitress behind the counter, coffee mugs and sizzling pans. To your side, a little old woman tucked into the booth. Bright red lipstick and bold eyeliner against tan skin, wrists heavy with bangles against the counter. It's animated: feather boa, green leather jacket - and you think you spy the padding of some slippers from underneath the table. She clinks and clanks, and it makes you smile in spite of yourself. Peeling walls, cramped booths. Warm. Steady. Pam's Diner, on the corner, but you've got to use the side entrance, 'cuz the front's been bolted shut since the 50s. Don't ask questions.

"Mags, honey… I just want to… can you get your mom for me?" She's squinting into her phone now, nose pressed to the screen. You can only imagine the view from there; a facetime call with a smudge of eyebrow taking up most of the little box. 

It's odd, but you like to sit near the door. Some pancakes, a milkshake, or a bitter cup of coffee now that you're older: people watching, as you've always called it. Okay, maybe it's more than odd . Maybe even serial killer adjacent - people-watching, like the night stalkers in cheesy slashers. But it's fun, looking for a story in everyone that walks in. 

In your hometown, you had your first date in a booth just like this one. Back pressed against once-bright cushions, tight skirt digging into your back, and at 15 you had sat and waited with wide eyes. Waited, and watched. The woman with a blue hair-tie at the counter: a new mom, definitely. She looks tired, a mystery stain on the cotton of her joggers and deep rims around her eyes. A jitter in her hands, and she's probably got a piece of shit boyfriend on the couch; wringing his hands at looking after the little one, at being a fucking dad, for once, and… oh. The bell of the front entrance rings, and another woman walks in, and catches the eye of Blue Hair Tie. A warm smile, a tight arm around her waist. You watch as she takes up the other's jittery hand in her own. Partner? Fling? You know now; it doesn't matter, not really. Hands still, the shaking slows, and they are loved. 

Your date had been late, of course. But  what had been your first in a line of disappointing men is long forgotten in the haze of adulthood. 

"I know, sweetheart-" the older woman in the booth next to you almost shouts, making you jump. "...those are very pretty shoes… but, could you… Hand the phone over to mom, okay?“

Someone answers with cooing and soft babbling, and then there's raspy laughter from the woman near you. It rings off the tiles: sonorous and full-bodied, wraps around you like a warm hug. It makes you feel a little less lonely, for now. 

As of exactly 9.42pm, you are single. A four year relationship, over in the space of less than 20 minutes. A cup of watery decaf, and it's all over before you can finish it. I'll stay at my sister's, and you move out by the end of the month. No theatrics, not a trace of tears. You had wanted to cry, to kick and scream and beg, but more than anything, you were numb. Crystalline and still with shock, at how clinical it all felt. Sitting in your favourite diner, the humdrum of the city just past the glass; it still felt… lonely. And when he left; placed money on the counter, took his copy of keys off the table, and didn't look back ; it was cold. 

You remember what he had said so many nights ago, God, years back, when he was studying for undergrad, and would crack open anatomy textbooks on the little desk in your dorm. He'd trace the lines of your arm, poke the flesh as you'd giggle and recite his notes into your skin. 

that… tickles! what are y-you… ohh my God-

Stay still! This is.. important… 

… I swear, I'll start screaming if you-

Pallidity, cooling, stiffness-

that's it, I'm screaming… I'm gonna do it-

It's not gonna learn itself, baby. Pallor, algor… 

and rigor, right? 

… 

I listen. Sometimes. 

…rigor, livor mortis and decay. The stages of death. 

I thought you wanted to be a surgeon, baby, not the grim reaper. 

Very funny. It's still important to know about these things, no? 

I guess? But if you're gonna be saving lives…

That's not how it works. I'm not God. I make mistakes, people die. I do everything right-

People die. 

Right. Above all, I'm in the business of people. Whilst they're alive and when they're gone, what they leave behind…

…but that's not really your job, is it? And don't give me all that, it's a vocation crap-

I don't know what to tell you. It is. It's bigger than me. 

…it's long and hard and killing you slowly. 

…

Shit. Jamie, I didn't mean to-

Rigor mortis. Post-mortem 'stiffness' or rigidity, which occurs one to two hours after death.

I'm sorry, I wasn't th- 

The summation of unraveling: a temporary stasis, which could be described as 'frozen' in time or place, often mirroring the cause of death- 

Jesus, I'm not trying to fight- 

..where a body becomes a dead body. Colloquially, referred to as Alius Mortem, or; another death. 

The phrase stuck, acting as a cruel count for the eventual decay of your relationship. Resentment, on both ends, had burned out that flame long before the breakup. Jamie was cruel, in some ways. You were cruel in others. 

"Alice! Just wanted to say hi, cupcake; missed your voice… oh yeah… mhmm… she's just like you, can talk for the trees…" With the rasp of laughter in the booth next to you, it spreads the kind of warmth that stings. 

There's a spark of self awareness at the back of your throat; the bitter taste of realisation. It's not meant to feel like this, is it? The end of almost a half-decade of your life, an era, the culmination of decisions good and bad and gray that have led you up to this moment. There should be… passion. Fighting, maybe. Tears. Instead of a supernova, you find yourself floating in the empty vacuum of space: an acrid taste left in your mouth. 

"Oh God, have you and the girls been eating well? Let me come over tomorrow, drop you off some stuff…I don't trust half the crap in that cupboard of yours-" There is love and light in her voice, despite groans from the tinny speakers of her phone. Your chest is hot; something leaden and heavy that sits in the crook of ribcage. Bittersweet, like rotting fruit in the cradle of a tree trunk. 

Maybe it's the coffee. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Over the past few years, a thousand cuts. And now, in the yellow lights of the little diner on the corner of 57th; another death. 

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Look! Up in the Sky!

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Reader

Description: It's hard, making a name for yourself as an investigative journalist in a city as big as Metropolis. It seems like everyone and everything is against you, just because you weren't born and raised in Metropolis. But you're determined to make it. When a run-of-the-mill article turns into a hostage situation with armed criminals, you're not sure you'll be making it out of this situation alive. Can a run-in with Metropolis' own Superman light the flames of your passion once more? Or are you destined to pack up and go back home?

Disclaimers: DC canon-typical violence. Armed gunmen. Some language.

Warnings: Like most of my fics, this fic features a Female!Reader

Word Count: 3313

Author Note: Hiya lovelies! I've been thinking about this fic for a long time. I started writing it sometime early this year and never actually got very far. Several rewrites later and here we are!

First and foremost, I want to dedicate this story to the beautiful @sarahsmi13s, since it is her birthday! Vinny! Happiest of birthdays to you! I hope the upcoming year is bright and filled with as much joy as you've brought to me!

Second, I feel like I am permanently obligated to thank @horseshoegirl for being the Comma Queen she is and making sure my ramblings are well-written and actually make sense. This fic wouldn't be possible without you, Lucky!

This is going to be a multi-part story. Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged!

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"I'm sorry, he what?!"

The mumbling on the other end of the phone makes you even angrier and more frustrated than ever. The frustration isn't new to you, not at all. It's part and parcel of being one of The Daily Planet's investigative journalists. The other thing the Planet appreciates in its journalists is people who have a nose for stories. You think you have one. Which is why everything is telling you that Peabody is prevaricating because he's trying to hide something.

"I understand your position, Mr. Peabody, but your contact is my biggest informant. If we don't have his testimonial, we'll never be able to publish this article on LexCorp."

There's more irate, increasingly loud yelling spilling down the speaker, but you could care less. You've been working on this article for months, carefully building layer upon layer of evidence, crafting the perfect hard-hitting expose. You're not taking his bullshit at face value anymore. Your mind is whirling as you lean back in your chair. Peabody is still spilling excuses into your ear, not that you care. Maybe you’re a little rough and brusque with Peabody as you hang up, but something about this situation is pinging in your head.

Your office is a bright space, all white walls, glass panes and metallic accents. From up on the 68th floor, Metropolis looks like a heaving anthill. Across the cityscape, another skyscraper glints tauntingly at you. You know Luthor is wrapped up in this. Okay, sure, corporate espionage isn’t exactly his deal, but who else could it be? You’ve carefully counted out every other potential culprit. Only Luthor is left.  Turning around, there’s an unholy rage in your countenance as you glare down at the twisted mess taking over your walls. There are newspaper clippings, articles, string and scribbled notes all over the walls. Just looking at it is sometimes enough to give you a headache. But you desperately need to get to the bottom of this situation. There must be a reason why all roads seemingly lead to Lex Luthor’s shining obelisk to his ego. You wouldn't be surprised if Peabody is clamming up because someone is blackmailing him.

Before you can further dig into the LexCorp situation, a whistle rings out through the air. You're the newest investigative journalist at the Daily Planet. It means you have the smallest office with half-broken heating and air conditioning, which nobody else wanted. It’s also the office furthest away from the bullpen.

The editor-in-chief of the Planet, a gruff, peppery older man named Perry White, only calls all of you together if there is something big brewing in Metropolis. You have to shove your way to the front of the circle loosely gathered around Perry. You're short, so you couldn’t see over the crowd if you tried.

“Alright, alright, settle down you lot.”

Perry's voice is gruff, carrying the tones of a person who grew up in Metropolis or one of its boroughs. Of course, most of the office hails from Metropolis. Sometimes you think your upbringing in the cornfields of Iowa has something to do with your distance from the other journalists on staff. After all, despite living in Metropolis for the past five years, your voice still holds the slightest twang. You can dress like a Metropolis professional, walk like one, and talk like one, but everyone makes it abundantly obvious you will never be a citizen of Metropolis.

The hazing is par for the course. You’ve seen more than your fair share in the three months since you started at The Daily Planet. The source of your struggles is, you’re sure, one person. She’s standing at the other end of the circle of reporters waiting with baited breath as Perry doles out assignments.

Natasha Trace.

She gets all of the best assignments from Perry, just because she’s his niece or something like that. The vindictive smirk she gives you as she accepts the latest city hall press conference is proof. Your own assignment is a little more dangerous, 300 words on the newest homeless shelter opening in Southside. According to the mayor, Southside isn’t dangerous anymore, but you don’t believe him. Perry quotes the same thing every chance he can get, especially because he sends reporters out to Southside pretty often. It’s all part of the Planet’s “For the People” reporting strategy. Every day, you hear people talking about another mugging or shooting or what have you. So you’re under no assumptions that Perry and Natasha are giving you an assignment they want you to succeed in.

You're cursing them more and more the next day when you're kneeling with a puddle of spilled tomato soup seeping into your sensible dark trousers. It was just your luck that masked gunmen waltzed into the shelter in the middle of your interview, wasn’t it?

 It was also just your luck that one of them had sent a spray of bullets into the air the moment hands went up. Cue some well-deserved screaming and a near-stampede for the doors, and you’d been pushed to the floor. So now you’re crouching in spilled soup with your hands up, trying and failing to moderate your breathing.

What the hell does a soup kitchen in Southside have for a gang of armed robbers, anyway? It’s not like it has much money. After all, this is only one of a string of new food shelters opening up in Metropolis. They’ve all been funded by the government, and they’re all supposed to be as clean as can be. Supposed to be, anyway. Obviously something isn’t right in the state of Denmark.

What’s just as interesting is the sight of the photographer you’ve been sent to the shelter with. Mickey Garcia is one of the Planet’s best. He’s got an eye for taking those photographs nobody else can. You’re not sure why Perry sent him with you. Usually he’s buddy-buddy with Natasha. He’s probably wishing he were with Natasha at City Hall right now. You know you are. But he doesn’t look scared or worried. He’s just kneeling in the soup next to you, hands up with his head cocked to the side and eyes staring into the distance.

It’s almost like he expects the police to come roaring up. Just as the lead invader turns his head, there’s a rush of wind and you see an imperceptible smirk on his face before he disappears between one blink and the next. You can smell ozone in the air, bitingly sharp, but it seems like nobody else notices but you.

Who the hell is Mickey Garcia? You almost wish you were hiding behind one of the tables. Because then you can pull out your notebook and start writing. Instead, it seems like all you have is your eyes and ears. How did he disappear so quickly? Metahumans aren’t exactly new in the world (or well, at least in the country). You remember reading about metahuman related events across the country. After all, everyone knows about Gotham City’s Bat. But recently there have been more and more reports. A meta-human in red-and-gold streaking through Central City. Villains with the power to freeze anything in its tracks and heroes with the power of the seven seas and beyond. And of course, everyone has seen the fluttering blue cape of Metropolis’ own metahuman.

So where does that leave you? Wishing for Superman, as you’ve heard him called, to save you? You’re not even sure he’ll show at all. There have to be a million other things happening in Metropolis more important.

“ALL OF YOU ON THE FLOOR!”

You’re not on the floor long when a hand grabs you by your hair and yanks you up.

“What do we have here?” A greasy voice growls the words into your ear as cold metal presses into your temple. “A little reporter eagerly waiting for a scoop?”

You shudder, your skin crawling at the hunger in this man’s voice as he traces his index finger up and down your throat. Your press badge thwaps against your chest with every movement.

“P-please.” You’re trembling in earnest, teeth chattering. “These people are innocent, th-they have no money. They’re here to get some food. The only money the shelter has is for food.”

His cackle chills you to the bone. “Oh, you’re so naive, you sweet little thing.”

“We’re not here for the shelter’s money. We’re here for the city’s money.” He grins, blowing his foul-smelling breath in your face. “And if the city doesn’t cough up the goods, we’ll just take you in exchange.”

“And what if he comes to save us?”

You’re not sure who asks, but it sparks a rising tide of questions. People are shouting the questions out, and the men grow angrier and angrier. From your new vantage point with a barrel pressed to your temple you can see how uneasy they actually are. Their fingers tighten around the weaponry, paling at the joints as they grip at the metal. The more people ask, bolstered by the sounds of the sirens outside and the crackle of voices through bullhorns, the angrier your captor gets.

“All of you, shut up!” It's a roar of sound which leaves your ears ringing. The gun hurts as it presses into your throat. It’s hard to breathe, to swallow, to think. Something tells you you're not getting out of this stand-off alive. Your pulse is thudding in your ears and your chest aches. You hear the tell-tale click and your eyes are screwed closed.

Please. Please. Please. I promise I'll be better. I promise I'll be a better daughter, a better employee.

You're not sure who you're praying to, but you’re praying nonetheless.

There's so much I haven’t done yet.

It shouldn’t be so sad, thinking about how pathetic your life is - how empty it is. You're braced to hear the sound of a gunshot, braced to feel pain and then feel nothing ever again. You can feel the silk of your blouse, the expensive one you never wear, sticking to your back as you heave in thready, unsteady breaths.

It's almost anticlimactic, the way it happens. You smell the same sharp ozone scent you did earlier and the hand wrapped around your throat, the gun pressed to the hinge of your jaw disappears. You keep your eyes screwed shut, trying to ignore the yells of pain and cut-off curses as people get beaten up. You keep expecting to feel the acute pain of a bullet lancing through you, burning through your skin. But you feel nothing. You hear nothing, and obviously all you can see is the underside of your own eyelids.

“Miss, you can open your eyes now. It's all going to be okay.” 

You know what this voice is saying as you stand stiff-backed in the center of the room. Your muscles are locked in place and your hands are curled into fists at your side. You're not sure you could move if you tried to.

The hands that hold yours are warm, warmer than they have any right to be. But they feel good, and you can feel yourself relaxing into the touch. When your eyes open, you're not sure what you expected to see. But what you get is Metropolis's own Superman. He is smiling at you, pearly teeth on display, big brown eyes gentle as he talks you out of your panic. You're enraptured by how his dark hair curls just so over his forehead and how his jaw is so well-defined it could cut diamond.

More than anything, you wish you were still holding your notebook and pen or a dictaphone or anything. If there was anyone you want to interview here and now, it's him. But something is bothering you about him. He looks oddly familiar, something in the turn of his cheek and the fall of his hair.

Your statement to MCPD takes the longest. Long after all the other hostages have headed home or been shuttled to other shelters in the city, you stand, ignoring the way tomato soup is crusting on your clothes and how your fingers ache. Maybe your statement wouldn’t have taken quite so long if you weren’t trying to interview your interviewer back. In any case, by the time your throat is dry and aching, it’s late, approaching midnight and the only person left other than police personnel is Superman.

“A-are you okay, Miss?” 

You blink at his words, because he sounds oddly bashful, and that is a look you never expected to see on a superhero’s face.

“I’m fine.” You grin, the motion only halfway genuine. “I'm just about to head out. I'm sure a superhero like you has better things to do, other people to save and whatnot.”

“U-um, no actually.” He tips his head to the side, using his hand to fix his already immaculate hair.

“Do you always wait around at crime scenes to walk a gal home?”

“W-would it be alright if I walked you home?”

Your questions collide in midair against each other. You huff out an exhausted laugh, but he just blushes a little, golden cheeks flushing as his eyes twinkle at you.

“N-no. I don’t make a habit of waiting at crime scenes to walk girls home. Guess that's something only for you.”

Now it's your turn to battle hot cheeks. You can't even fan your face off because you don't have a thing to fan yourself with. Flapping your hands makes you feel stupid. So instead, you let Superman lead you out of the shelter and onto Metropolis’ streets. The city is alive with the sound of cars and ambulances. Someone has a radio on their window playing music. It feels like you're in an entirely different place.

“So, what about that walk home?”

He smells good. For the first time you notice how good he smells, this Superman, now that your nose isn't clogged with the smells of spilled tomato soup and sandwiches. You want to spend time with him. You want to forget what is waiting for you in the morning, how angry Perry is going to be when you didn't get a scoop on the shelter or any pictures that you know of. Maybe if you spin the Superman angle to this? It doesn't feel right, exploiting this man when he's so clearly doing it to help people. You also don't want to stop talking to him yet.

“Sure.”

Honestly you wish you'd clarified, because when he said walk, you thought he was actually going to walk with you. Instead he sweeps you up in his arms and shoots up into the sky. You scream the whole way, hands scrabbling for purchase against his suit, finally settling for an arm around his shoulder. You're shaken and shivering when he finally stops moving.

“Shit, sorry.” 

You grumble into his broad chest at the cheeky apology. 

“Just thought you'd want to see the city how I see it.”

When you finally screw up the courage to take a look, your lips part in a gasp. The entirety of Metropolis is laid out in front of you. Lit in gold from all of the lights, you're grinning from ear-to-ear as you peer out over the city.

“It's gorgeous!” There's a pleased smirk on his face. “I can't believe you get to see the city like this!”

“Yeah,” He grins, something soft. “I didn't fall in love with the city until the first time I saw this view.”

“I can see why,” You gasp, witnessing how soft your colossal city looks in the moonlight, how it seems like a world filled with such promise.

“Let's get you home.” There's a blush on his cheeks as he swoops you down, following your murmured instructions like he knows every inch of the city.

You feel a little bit like a princess when he sets you lightly down on the doorstep. He's still floating in the air, the navy blue suit he's wearing clinging to every muscle. Now more than ever something feels familiar about him. He stays outside your door watching with the same smirk on his face, his head cocked to the side like he's waiting to hear your deadbolt slide home.

You're a little giddy when he flies away, and you curl into your bed like you're in a dream. You sleep well, for the most part, not half as traumatized as you expected to be after being held hostage at gunpoint. At least, until you jolt up in bed, your hair a mess around you and growl, “Garcia!” 

He'd disappeared when the police came to the shelter with their bullhorns and their posturing. You'd smelled the same sharp ozone-tinged scent in the air when he'd disappeared and when Superman shot into the room. But there is more too. The shape of his face, the way he smiled, the almost compulsive way he pushed his hair off his face. He acts just like Garcia does, too.

What is the likelihood your first encounter with Metropolis' own Superman would give you insight into his alter-ego? After all, nobody would suspect that quiet, bespectacled, sweet Mickey Garcia, a photographer for the Daily Planet, is Superman. Nobody, it's obvious, but you. Forget your conspiracy board on LexCorp and their shady dealings. Right now, an exclusive interview with Superman seems like just the ticket to rocket you into fame.

But you can’t let on that you know. You spend the day typing up a lackluster article on the shelter opening, your eyes peering over your computer every time you hear footsteps coming your way. The people walking past you never stop by, not even to chat. You're practically sprinting for the door when you see Garcia, chunky headphones around his neck.

“Hey, Garcia!” 

He turns and looks oddly surprised to see you. 

“You got a sec?”

“Y-yeah, of course.” 

His stutter is adorable. You have to remind yourself he is Superman. 

“I wanted to take a look at the pictures you shot yesterday. Obviously the opening wasn't what we expected, but it should be an interesting public interest piece anyway.”

When he's sitting in the chair next to yours, fingers flying over your keyboard as he shows you all of the photos he took as well as a few of the aftermath, you're questioning your gut instinct even more. How is it possible he got pictures of the police helping people, interviewing you, if he was Superman? 

It's nice, working with someone who smiles at you instead of spitting insults out behind your back.

“This looks great.”

There's a smile on your face as you look at the finished article. 

“Yeah, not bad for an article about a shelter opening turned into a hostage situation, right?”

“Y-yeah.”

You turn, and rest your arm on his forearm. You let your reporting instinct take the driver’s seat. When he's relaxed, maybe you'll get some answers out of him.

“I completely forgot to ask! How are you holding up after yesterday? You know what Perry always says, ‘We're a family here at the Planet!’. I was terrified when those gunmen burst in.”

You prattle on and on, seeing his face change, almost fall, when you mention Superman. 

“You know, he's awfully handsome, Superman is. He took me home, made sure I was alright.”

You grin, wickedly, though you know for sure nobody here in Metropolis knows you well enough to tell.

“And then he blushed.”

All of your suspicions are proved true when Mikey Garcia blushes the same way Superman did.

“You know something? Superman blushed just like that when he was showing me Metropolis how he sees it.”

There's panic in his eyes now. You're just fast enough to block him at the door, arm flung out to stop him from walking past you.

“So…. How long have you been Superman, Mickey Garcia?”

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Past Your Bedtime..

Character(s): Vincent Sinclair, Reader/You

Summary: Vincent comes to bed a few hours later than he agreed to with Reader.

Warnings: canon typical violence, mention of death, mention of killing, parent-like s/o, I think that's it, if there is anything else that should be tagged here, please let me know

Gender: Gender-Neutral, m4m, m4f, m4n

A/N: I can't get the idea of Vincent slowly just walking into the shared bedroom hoping that reader is asleep after working in the basement for a few hours longer than agreed and Reader just cuts the light on while sitting on the bed like a parent catching their child sneaking back in after sneaking out to a party. I hope you enjoy reading this drabble just as much as I enjoyed writing it. I might turn this into a whole fic, just not right now.

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Vincent walked slowly, dawdling down the hallway to his and y/n's room, silently praying to whatever God would listen that they were asleep. He had, unknowingly, stayed up three hours past eleven, the time he had agreed to come to bed at. He knew that they would be extremely upset with him, if they knew that was.

His soft footsteps came to a stop as he carefully slid their door open, it emitting a shrill squeal of pain as the hinges sqeaked against each other. He grimaced at the loud noise before carefully pitted-pattering his way in and closing the door behind him, the door letting out less noise as it was pushed back into the doorway. He let out a sigh of relief as the door shut quietly before he felt eyes watching his back. Just as he turned around, the lamp beside their bed flicked on, y/n sitting on their side of the bed with their arms crossed over their chest.

"Wanna tell me why you're here so late?" They asked, swinging their legs over the bed to be able to stand. As they stood their arms stayed wrapped around their chest, their body language and facial expression showing they they were more worried and disappointed rather than angry.

Well, I got busy and lost track of time. Vincent signed, I'm sorry. He signed quickly after.

Y/n sighed, knowing they couldn't stay mad at him forever. "Its alright, just please start being more careful, I worry about you." They said, grabbing him by his arm and leading him towards the bed, pulling back the blanket as he slipped his sweater and mask off, placing his mask on his side-table, and sliding into bed, covering himself and his parter with the blanket before pulling them closer.

I will, He signed quickly after climbing in bed.

They sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the soft drizzle of rain and each other's breathing. "Good night, I love you." Y/n said, rolling over in his arms to give him a kiss before rolling back over, the rustling of sheets being heard as they push back further into him, his skin being like a furnace to their cool skin.

He gently place a soft kiss on their temple, his way of saying goodnight before the rough, unspoken with, raspy voice of his began speaking, "Love.. you.. too." He smiled after, seeing the small smile that graced its way onto his partners beautiful face.

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

A New Kind of Distraction (poly!Pro!KiriMina x Bi!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Pro!Kirishima x Pro!Bi!Mina x Bi!Fem!Reader (race not specific) 

Synopsis: After your boyfriend of a year breaks up with you on what would have been your two-year anniversary, your very good, very attractive friend Mina (whom you’ve secretly been crushing on since high school) and her even more attractive boyfriend Kirishima decide that the only way to get you over your shit ex is through a threesome with her and him when you get an invite to Dynamight’s birthday party. 

Warnings: Smutty Smut (MINORS DON’T READ), 18+, Mentions of Alcohol & Marijuana, Friends to Lovers, Poly Romance, Threesome, Swearing, Dom!Kiri, subby!Mina & Reader, Bratty Mina, Aged up!Kiri & Mina (both are 25) Spanking, Facefucking, Mild Degradation, Praise, Spit Play, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Clit Stimulation, PIV Sex, Pussyjob, Unprotected Sex (IF YOU DON’T WRAP IT, YOU CAN’T HIT IT), Mutual Orgasms, Aftercare, Bakugou catches y’all, Bisexual!Mina & Reader, Race of reader is not specified 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer's Note: Hiiiiii!! Nice to meet y'all. I'm Jazz (or Jasmin) & I'm fucking nervous to be posting this. This is my first fic on Tumblr & I've been a lurker for a LONG time now lol.

I was known as the author JasminNelson then urgirlyjazz for a long time on Wattpad. My stories were fairly popular until writing on Wattpad got stale & I needed a clean slate. So now I'm on here & Ao3! I've very excited to be a part of the community of talented black writers I've seen on here, so I hope my writing is enough!

I've had this little idea for a while now, so I decided to finally write it. All criticism & tips are welcome too! Enjoy! -Jazz 🩷🩷

Ao3 link here!

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“I’m not going to the party, Mina.” 

“Why noooot?” Mina whines from her spot on the couch, still dressed in her pajamas of a loose Red Riot tank top and shorts that showed off her very impressive ass from many hours of pilates and work as a pro hero. Your eyes quickly flick away from the double RR, stark red and practically mocking you, on the front of her breasts. 

You turn your back to her as you stand in your kitchen in the apartment you both share as roomies and best friends, mostly to keep your eyes off her tits and that damn tank top as a reminder of what you don’t have anymore. You busy yourself by whipping up your iced coffee to go with your breakfast that you still haven’t prepared yet. 

“Well, number one, it’s way too sudden,” you begin to explain as you grab your thermos and fill it with ice from the fridge. “I don’t even have an outfit for something as big as Dynamight’s birthday bash.” 

Mina rolls her golden irises with pinups as black as inkblots as she sits cross-legged on the couch. “It’s tomorrow night, Y/N,” she huffs with a scoffing laugh. “We can go shopping once you get off work today. You get off at 4, right?” 

“Yes,” you reply, and you wish you don’t because that opens the door to the possibility that you’ll be interested in attending Bakugou Katsuki aka Dynamight’s 25th birthday party at his house. His parties have always been extravagant as soon as he became a pro hero, nothing but a show of his money and fame. Last party he had, his whip ended up in his swimming pool. “But it’s still a no. My plan was to come home and sleep like I always do.” 

“Yes,” Mina agrees, her tone accusatory. “Like you always do, and have been doing for two months with your depressed ass.” You whip around with your thermos, mouth agape. “Hey!” you shout defensively. “I am not depressed! And don’t joke about that kinda shit. Mental health is no joke.” 

“You’re right!” Mina agrees. “Which is why you should avoid sinking at the bottom of a depressive hole like you did before by coming out with me and Kiri. You remember what happened when that first month, don’t you?” She stands from the couch, giving you a good look at her toned legs and the very bright, very pink bra she wears underneath her RR tank top. 

Goddammit. Why does she always have to this to you? It’s bad enough you’ve had a crush on the girl since your days at U.A. High with her bubbly and silly self. You thought you had gotten over it once you both got older, but years later, with Mina now being dubbed the pro hero “Pinky” and you in college and juggling your job at a local financial law office, things have only gotten worse. 

You and Mina have been friends for years and you’ve seen her grow into the adorable, kind woman she is today, which makes crushing on her so damn hard. It’s even harder seeing her date your mutual friend since high school Eijoru Kirishima aka “Red Riot”, one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met, even after years of hard work and constant threats that would make anyone break. 

And whom you also have been crushing on.

Mind you, your crush on Kiri has not been as long-term as the one you have on Mina, but it is just as strong and just as pestering. But who wouldn’t fall for that big, goofy grin, that deep, raspy voice, and those muscles that you’re guilty of dreaming of touching for yourself? He and Minda dated right after they graduated U.A. High after years of secretly pining for each other and you couldn’t be happier for them…. 

At least, that’s what you try to tell yourself. Though they do their best to include you in their plans and not make you feel like a third wheel, between crushing on both of them and not having your ex to distract you anymore, hanging with them feels like slowly losing your mind. Every time Kiri comes to visit your and Mina’s apartment during his lunch break or on his days off, this results in you usually making an excuse to leave to avoid watching him and Mina be lovey-dovey and dry hump on the couch. 

And activities outside of the apartment? Forget it. You’d rather stay home and drown in ice cream and movies than watch your hopeless crushes giggle with each other at the restaurant table or cuddle in a movie theater. It’s fucking torture! But you know it could never be possible to be with either one of them. 

Realizing you’ve been silent for too long, you answer Mina as you move to get some oat milk creamer out of the fridge. “Yes, I remember, Mina,” you sigh, not wanting to. “That first month after he left me was not my hottest.” Mina clucks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “I still don’t know what you saw in that guy,” she mutters.

You put your thermos on the Keurig coffee maker and press the start button, staring down at your painted nails and the cuffs to your sweater for work. It’s been two months since your ex took your heart, shat on it, and threw it in the trash all on what would have been your second-year anniversary. But according to him, he never had your heart in the first place. 

He had told you all of this while standing outside of the restaurant he wasted time making reservations for, humiliating you in front of the people who walked in and out the doors. “You think I don’t see the way you look at them?” he had scoffed to you, face twisted in a scowl. “You think I don’t know? How the fuck are you with me but you’re in love with them?” 

“I’m not in love with either of them!” you had shouted, in tears, makeup and night ruined. “We’re just friends! I had a crush on Mina in high school, but–” 

“And it hasn’t left,” he had growled. “Don’t bullshit me, Y/N. Whenever we’re all together, you look at her like you want to kiss her. And you look at her man like you want him to join!” 

His harsh words made you flinch, and it made you cringe even more that you weren’t subtle in keeping your feelings hidden from him. “I’ve done so much to try and show you how much you mean to me,” he said, his voice strained with emotion. “And yet…” He scoffed to himself, looking away from you as if he couldn’t stand the sight of you. 

You stared down at your shoes, ashamed. started to be angered with yourself at hurting him so…until he said this fuck shit: “I thought I was okay with you being bisexual, but deep down, I always knew this would happen.” 

Your head shot up so fast you could’ve gotten whiplash. “You’re kidding, right?” you scoffed, but his scowl told you differently. “You’re blaming this on my sexuality? Something I can’t help?” He was silent, walls behind his eyes completely guarding his true feelings.

You should’ve known that would’ve happened. It wouldn’t be the first time you were misunderstood for being bisexual in the dating scene: ‘So it’s not a phase?’ ‘Does that mean you’d be down for a threesome?’ ‘What if you cheat with a guy and a girl? I couldn’t handle that!’ 

The first month after that was filled with crying, self-loathing, and nights getting cuddles from Mina. The next month was better, but you’ve learned to keep a boundary between Mina and Kirishima, including missing out on hanging with them by taking up extra hours at work or going to your campus library to study for exams instead. 

“I just worry about you, Y/N,” Mina sighs, bringing you back down to earth. “Kiri worries too. He just doesn’t tell you because he’s worried he’ll cross a line. You don’t even hang with us anymore!”  

You sigh to yourself, feeling horrible for treating your friends in such a way. You want to explain yourself to them, but that would mean admitting to them the truth about why your ex left you in the first place and about the pitiful, embarrassing crushes you have on them. As the smell of coffee fills the air, the hot liquid becoming chilled from the ice in your thermos, you turn to a worried-looking Mina. 

“I’m sorry, Pinky,” you say apologetically, tugging at the sleeve of your sweater. Mina cracks a smile at the use of her hero name and your old nickname for her in high school. “I guess I’ve just been trying to distract myself from any romance…including you and Kiri.”

Mina’s brows furrow in confusion. “I mean, shit, Mina,” you chuckle. “You guys are relationship goals! Every time you guys are together, I feel like offing myself.” 

Mina giggles to herself, the sound like music to your ears. Then her smile drops. “Have we been making you uncomfortable?” she asks, and then gasps, horrified. “Have we been rubbing our relationship in your face this whole time? Is that why you stopped hanging out with us?” 

“Mina, Mina, honey!” You immediately come to her aid, putting your hands on her shoulders. “You’re gonna make yourself sick. No, you and Kiri don’t make me uncomfortable. You just make me remember what I had.” Or wish I had. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Mina softly says, looking absolutely gutted by this. “I didn’t even realize…” She trails off, staring down at her yellow shark slippers. You want to kick yourself, feeling like you just made her feel guilty for something that isn’t even her fault. 

Finally, she looks back up at you, a newfound understanding in those stark night eyes. “You don’t have to come to Bakugou’s party, if you don’t want to. I know his parties aren’t your scene and that’s fine! I just thought it’d be a good chance for you to have fun and relax because you so deserve it.” 

‘Do I?’ you want to ask. Do you really deserve anything close to peace after your relationship ended because you’re crushing on two other people that can never like you back? 

The Keurig buzzes, signaling that your coffee is done and making you realize that you’ve yet to cook breakfast, and you start your shift in half an hour. It also makes you realize that you do, in fact, need a distraction from your breakup, even if just for a little while. And you’ll make sure you stay as far away from Mina and Kiri’s love affair as possible while there. 

You let out a defeated sigh, earning Mina’s attention. “Fine,” you groan. “I’ll go.” Mina squeals, happily clapping her hands. “But only for an hour. I’m not gonna stick around and watch Denki try to take body shots off of every girl at the party again.” 

Mina shakes her head so hard that she’d put a bobblehead out of work. “Yeah, yeah, of course.” She squeals again, wrapping her arms tightly around you and giving you a whiff of her strawberry shampoo from her soft, pink curls. “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun! I’ll meet you outside of your office at 4 and we can go shopping!” 

“And get dinner,” you add, playfully batting her away. “Now shoo! I have to get ready for work.” Mina giggles and goes to leave you to pack up, but not before grabbing your chin and planting a kiss on your cheek that leaves you feeling hot in your sweater and your brain short-circuiting. 

Ten minutes later, when you finally grab your coffee and your bag for work and make it on time to the bus stop to take you to work, you wonder if this is really a good idea. Is it possible to stay away from your very attractive best friend and her very attractive boyfriend tonight, especially when alcohol is involved? 

Standing under the cherry blossom trees that grace the block of your apartment, pink petals cascading down around you, you look to the blue spring sky in prayer. “God, help me,” you moan. 

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When you and Mina step out of the Lyft she orders the next night and stand in front of the massive mansion brimming with activity and noise, you already regret stepping out of your apartment. 

Especially in the mini dress she made you wear after shopping the day before after your very slow shift at the financial law firm. Your boss wasn’t there that day, so you let yourself take a longer lunch than normal after completing all of your tasks as soon as you got there. It’s a pretty good gig–the pay is enough to keep the lights on, you get your own private cubicle, and it puts you in a position to meet pro heroes who have financial problems of their own, so the gossip with Mina is always juicy. 

You now wish you would’ve just made an excuse to go straight home yesterday instead of shopping for a good party outfit. Though you’ll admit you look good in the skin-tight, bodycon dress, matching pumps, and a push-up bra that makes your titties look absolutely scrumptious, the cool spring breeze sneaking up your thighs to your panties makes you think twice. 

Especially as Mina drags you up the steps to the brick walkway to Dynamight’s humble abode. You can hear the hip-hop music blaring from the speakers inside (sounds like Pop Smoke), so loud that the windows shake, and the DJ hyping the dancing crowd up into the mic. Multi-color lights flash from inside the living room, all different colors of rainbows. 

Mina, with her hand still in yours, turns to smile at you. She went for a black crop top that stops just above her toned stomach and low-rise jeans with rips at the knees that exposes the V-line that leads down to where your fantasies can only imagine. In her six-inch pumps, she stands just at your height, and her gold earrings dangling from her ears glint in the moonlight shining above the mansion roof. “Ready?” she brightly asks. 

“Definitely not,” you answer, nervously staring at your hands still connected.

“Aw, come on, girl!” she giggles. “You’ll be fine! Everyone you know is there. Bakugou is very particular about his guests. Plus, you look fine as hell.” She sneakily takes a handful of your ass, making you squeak. “No doubt you’ll find someone to get your mind off of that jerk. Now come on!” 

Before you can protest or even recover from the ass grab, she’s knocking on the door where a big, burly man comes walking up to the door with a very intimidating scowl. “Name?” he asks as he gets out a notepad. 

“Mina Ashido and Y/N L/N,” Mina answers, her bright smile never faltering. The guard looks over the notepad for a moment before nodding and allowing them through. As soon as they’re inside, he shuts the door and stands by it protectively. 

Your eyes drink in the large, beautifully-decorated living room where guests, many of whom you know and are familiar with, occupy. Most are on the dance floor that is separated from the front door by a red velvet rope, bodies bumping under the lights to the music. On the far right is a mini bar where three hired bartenders are serving drinks, from cocktails to rounds of shots.

Along the walls are love seats and lounge seats where you see puffs of smoke from lit blunts and hookah pipes float up to the ceiling. Near the dance floor is a DJ stand where the DJ stands working hard, taking a break from yelling into the mic. Though the party still looks like it is worth a couple thousand, it’s pretty chill for Bakugou’s taste. 

Speaking of Bakugou, when he yells at Mina and you from across the room, it’s like a record scratch in itself. “Pinky! Y/N!” he screams at the top of his lungs, waving one muscular arm at them from his little VIP area which includes the likes of the Bakusquad. Sero gives a wave too which you happily return while Denki throws up the peace sign, too faded to function as he snuggles with Jirou in his seat who gives you a wave as well. 

“There’s the birthday boy!” Mina happily laughs as Bakugou throws both arms around her tinier body, nearly knocking her over. “Damn, someone’s been goin’ overtime.” 

“You fuckin’ know it,” Bakugou slurs before giving you a hug as well. You can smell the liquor radiating off of him. “She got you out of the crib, huh? Must be a full moon.” 

“Very funny,” you scoff, throwing his arms off of you as he cackles. “And happy birthday. Surprised you didn’t go overboard this time.” Bakugou rolls his crimson eyes at your words. “Ugh, don’t even mention it. My publicist was up my ass about how my car ended up in that pool.” 

You giggle at the memory of that group chat where you, Mina, and the rest of the squad clowned Bakugou for his bad decisions. “And I’m surprised you put yourself in that get-up,” Bakugou comments, his eyes trailing over your form. “What, you my birthday present or something? ‘Cause I wouldn’t be complaining.” 

“Careful, K,” Mina says in a warning, protectively putting a hand on your lower back. It only makes your skin catch fire through the fabric of your dress. “She just got out of a relationship two months ago. I don’t think she’s wanting to take care of your drunk ass tonight.” 

Bakugou scoffs in disbelief at her words, making you giggle to yourself. “Don’t worry, Bakugou,” you coo, patting the birthday boy on the back. “There’s plenty of girls I’m sure would love to give a piece of another kind of cake tonight.” 

“And who would that be?” a very familiar, very sexy, rasped voice asks from behind you. “Certainly not you, right, Y/N? You’re way too good for this messy bitch.”

You slowly turn, finding the Red Riot to be standing behind you carrying two lemon drop martinis rimmed in sugar. And he looks so damn good–he decided to go casual with a loose mesh tank top that exposes his impressive pecs where you see the silver ring that adorns one nipple and muscular arms roped in tattoos, leather joggers that only leave to the imagination what’s underneath, and hightop sneakers. His red locks are tied half up, half down, though some strands still fall into his crimson eyes that are dead-locked on you and Mina.

He gives you both a toothy smile, cocking the brow that is pierced. “Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence,” he chuckles. “Two of the prettiest girls to exist.” Bakugou rolls his eyes at his friend’s words. “Stop being such a fuckin’ simp, man,” he groans. 

Kiri only laughs. “You’re just jealous is all.” He sticks his tongue out at Bakugou before handing you and Mina the drinks. “For you, m’ladies. Figured you’d get some now before other guests arrive. Deku and Ochako are running late, Shoto will be here later after visiting his siblings, and I think some other folks are coming.” 

“Thank you, babe,” Mina giggles and wraps her arms around Kiri’s neck. He returns the embrace, squeezing her against him before taking a handful of her ass with one muscular hand. “Who the fuck told you to come out the house like this?” he playfully growls as she squeals in his ear. 

You stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do except sip your drink. God, you wish you were between that, feeling Mina’s breasts pressing against your front while Kiri holds your hips from behind, the hard planes of his chest pushing into your back. You picture the two of you together on the dance floor, hips rolling and lost in the bliss, hands caressing and lips on each others’ necks. 

“Oi, don’t drool on my floor, dummy,” Bakugou playfully growls into your ear. You startle, looking at his humored smirk. “I’m not drooling,” you hiss. 

His smile still doesn’t slip from his face. “You ain’t tell ‘em yet?” he asks, nodding at Mina and Kiri who are now laughing to each other about something Denki did an hour before they arrived, Kiri’s eyes loving and adoring as they regard Mina. “And don’t give me no dumb shit and say, “tell ‘em what”. You know what I mean.” 

Even if you wanted to play dumb, you don’t think you’d have the energy to. You take a sip of the lemon drop, hoping the taste of sugar, citrus, and vodka will help ease the tension you feel watching your friends canoodle as they stand at the bar now. “No,” you whisper to Bakugou. “And I never will. They’re my friends, Katsuki, and they’re dating.” 

“You know poly is a thing, right?” he asks like you’re an idiot. You roll your eyes so hard into your head that you swear they’ll roll out your skull. Yes, of course, you know that polyamorous relationships are a thing! You’ve never been in one before, but you know you want one with them. 

“Yes, fuck!” you hiss, irked. “Of course, I do, but just because it’s a thing doesn’t automatically mean they’d be down for it…or that they feel the same way!” 

“Who feels the same way?” Mina questions, now suddenly beside you. Kiri stands behind her with his own beer, cracking the bottle cap open with no problem. “Uh, no one!” you immediately answer. “Nothing! We were just…talking. Right, Bakugou?” 

Bakugou looks at you and then at Mina and Kiri, not even blinking. With a sip of his drink, he silently walks away, heading back to the VIP section to stop Denki from dry fucking Jirou on his coffee table and Sero’s horrible singing by impressive dancing to the reggaeton now blaring from the speakers above. Without him as a buffer, you feel awkward and embarrassed standing in front of your attractive, gorgeous, sexy friends. 

“Hey, why don’t we sit?” Kiri suggests with a grin. “Wouldn’t want either of you to get knocked over in these things.” He taps his foot against Mina’s pumps and then your four-inch heels. “How the hell you walk in those?” 

“These aren’t even that high, Kiri,” you giggle, stopping abruptly when he puts his large hand on your lower back. The light touch of his fingertips on your skin leaves a trail of fire in their wake. “I know nothing about women’s shoes and I’m glad I don’t,” he chuckles as he leads you and Mina to another lounge section. “By the way, you look really good tonight. Red is definitely your color.” 

The compliment has you flushing. “Doesn’t she?” Mina squeals happily. “I had to make the girl get the dress ‘cause she was adamant about not wearing it. Doesn’t she look like she’ll get some good dick by the time the party ends?” She smirks at Kiri who lets out a loud, belly laugh. 

“Mina!” you shriek, embarrassed. “Or pussy!” Mina adds with a devious giggle. “Sorry, girl. Can’t forget you go both ways.” You roll your eyes as you take a seat on the black loveseat presented to you farther away from the commotion of the party. “You’re impossible, and you’re not even drunk yet.” 

Mina winks at you, sipping her martini. “Nearly there.” Kiri takes a seat next to you first before circling an arm around Mina’s waist and positioning her to sit in his lap. His left arm settles there protective while his right moves to sling around the back of the couch, right behind your neck, still holding his beer. Like he’s protecting both of his girls. The nagging thought makes you sip your drink a little slower. 

“So what’s been up, stranger?” Kiri asks, flashing you an easy grin that makes your stomach flutter. “You’ve been good? Mina says you’ve been getting better since that dickhead dumped you. And on your second anniversary?” He shakes his head disappointedly. “That’s so unmanly.” 

“Tell me about it,” you sigh despondently. “I’m much better than last month. You should’ve seen me–nothing but tears, ice cream, and wine bottles. Mina will tell you.” Mina nods, clarifying your statement. Kiri frowns, not happy with hearing that. “Shit, Y/N. Why didn’t you come hang with us all that time? Was starting to think you hated us.” 

He says it like he’s kidding, but you can tell from his slightly saddened gaze that he means it. You feel even worse now. “I don’t hate you, silly,” you softly giggle. “But I’m sorry for making you both feel like that. I just didn’t wanna be reminded of what I didn’t have anymore.” You tick a finger between him and Mina. 

Kiri raises his pierced brow. “That’s why you always leave when I visit you and Mina? Or why you never come out with us anymore?” Your face burns with embarrassment. “I know it sounds stupid, but–” 

“Y/N,” Kiri cuts in, sounding serious, “if you were ever feeling uncomfortable with Mina and me showing each other affection in front of you, you could’ve said so. Especially since you just got broken up with. We would’ve been more mindful of how you were feeling.” 

Mina nods, agreeing, and takes your hand from across Kiri’s lap. “We love you just as much as we love each other,” she says, her soft voice serious and firm. “You’re our third piece, you know.” 

Third piece. Like another missing piece to a puzzle. Like the answer to an equation. Maybe it’s the alcohol starting to talk, but something in those words fills you with so much warmth and fuzziness that you have to shift in your seat to make yourself comfortable. “Thanks, guys,” you manage to giggle. “I feel much less like an idiot now.” 

“You should feel like an idiot for thinking we wouldn’t notice your change in behavior, dummy!” Mina pokes your cheek, making you and Kiri laugh. “But there’s nothing like a little alcohol that can change that.” She clinks your glass with yours, her glossy lips shining under the flashing lights. “How about it, Y/N? You down with hanging with us tonight?” Kiri’s eyes lock with yours, the softness in them pleading with you to stay. 

You didn’t have to be told twice. 

The next hour rolls by in flashes; clips that you know you won’t be able to remember come tomorrow. At some point, you notice Deku and Uraraka sneak in holding hands and give them a wave. Shoto slinks in as well alongside Hitoshi and Iida, who looks way out of his element here. Momo and Tsuyu come too, and you, Mina, and the rest of the gang of U.A. 1 girls chat for a while about your outfits and relationships before Kiri steals you and Mina away again.

In the hour, you consume about two martinis, two tequila shots, and a shot of Henny that is coaxed by Bakugou walking around telling people to drive the boat. “And no hands!” Denki had yelled beside Bakugou, just as ready to see you and Mina down a shot with a phone in hand and the camera light in your face. “But I get to pour it,” Kiri prompted, already moving to snatch the bottle out of Bakugou’s hands. 

Bakugou put up his hands in defense, allowing his friend to first pour a shot down Mina’s throat. The girl was ready, throwing her head back with her mouth open. “Tongue out,” Kiri had demanded in a low growl you’ve never heard before, and it sent a flutter between your legs that you had to clamp shut by crossing your legs. 

Mina did as she was told, sticking her pink tongue out to catch the stream of Henny that poured from the bottle. She took it gladly, swallowing it and then giving a gaping Bakugou and Denki a grin. She then looked at you with a mischievous smile. “You’re next, kid,” she giggled as Kiri loomed on you, a wide smirk on his face. “Don’t worry, cutie,” he chuckled at your horrified expression. “You can take it. I know you can.” 

Before you could respond or even tell your mind to stop getting in the gutter, Kiri was already coaxing your mouth open, tongue out, and the Henny was pouring down your throat in a short but strong stream. You swallowed it, feeling the short burn in your throat and then the warm feeling that wrapped around you later once it started settling. Mina squealed happily, hugging you tightly while Denki drooled and Bakugou went in search of new people to harass. 

After that, the alcohol really started settling in. You could tell from the warmth you felt all over your body and the way your stomach felt like it was filled with butterflies. Not to mention the way your pussy clenched. Mina and Kiri sitting so close to you don’t make it any better.

You all now sit with Mina in between you and Kiri on the loveseat, arms thrown over your shoulders. Her heels are off and her lip gloss is gone, her head tilted up to the ceiling as she mouths the words to SZA’s “Love Galore”. You look over at Kiri and see him swaying to the music, eyes hooded. You’re not sure if he’s tipsy too, but you wouldn’t put it passed him. 

“Ah, I’ve missed this,” Mina sighs contently. “Just us. Being together like this.” She puts one foot in your lap and wiggles her painted toes. “You say it like we’re all in a relationship or something,” you giggle and then freeze, realizing what you just said. God, is the alcohol really that strong? 

Mina stares at you, her gaze softer than normal. “Aren’t we though?” she questions. “Aren’t we all one big happy family?” You blink at her, not sure what she means or why it makes you feel so warm. 

Kiri must notice the tension because he lays a hand on his tipsy girlfriend’s shoulder. “Mina, baby…” But Mina is still giving you that soft-eyed gaze, one that makes your heart beat ten times faster.

“I think what she means is that things feel natural when it’s all three of us, you know? Like three peas in a pod.” He gives you a friendly, lopsided smile that eases the strange energy in the air between you. He sits back, sipping some of his beer. “But it’s better when you’re happy and comfortable.” 

Now you realize what Mina meant: you really are like a big, happy family. You, Mina, and Kiri, together. Two people you trust wholeheartedly with your secrets and weird habits. Two people you can count on to have your back through everything. The newfound knowledge makes you want to cry. You blink away the tears in a hurry, not wanting them to think you’re that drunk. Damn those fucking drinks! 

“I am,” you answer honestly, looking into Mina and Kiri’s eyes.  “And…I’ve missed you guys too. I like us together like this too.” Your words make them both grin happily, the sights of them making your heart swell.

“Come on, girly,” Mina giggles. “Bring it in closer!” You scoot over and hug her to you, breathing in her scent of perfume, sweat, and strawberry.

Kiri wraps his muscled arms around both of you, squeezing tight even as you wheeze and Mina cries out for him to ease up. “Kiri, you’re crushing me!” you shriek with laughter. 

“Not a chance,” he grunts playfully, but he eases up enough to allow you both to breathe.

You feel oh-so-happy you could kiss both of them. You were so worried that things would be awkward or that you’d ruined everything after not hanging with them as much, but now you realize how stupid those thoughts were. You’re so filled with love for them that you could just grab them and hold them, run your hands over them, feel your tongue caress theirs as you– 

“Oh, boy.” Kiri’s voice stops your heated thoughts from taking flight, his eyes directed towards the DJ stand where Denki stands with the mic in one hand and a red solo cup in the other. “Turn the fuckin’ music up!” he slurs into the mic. “I wanna see some ass! Ladies, single or not, get out on this fuckin’ floor!” 

The DJ is happy to oblige, switching to a mix of City Girls, Megan Thee Stallion, and a bit of those 90s songs like Uncle Luke and 2 Live Crew that make you want to hit the splits and throw your ass in someone’s face with your drunk ass. Mina squeals, already standing up and moving her hips, happy with the song change. 

“You heard Denki’s drunk ass,” Kiri chuckles to you. “Ladies first.” He motions his hand for you and Mina to go first. You stand on legs that suddenly feel like jelly and walk with a dancing Mina to the dance floor where it’s beyond packed. Mina takes your hands in hers and moves with you to the music, no ass-throwing yet.

Kiri stands protectively behind Mina, not touching her but still keeping watch. You giggle, moving your hips with her, and though your dance moves are pretty tame, it’s enough to attract someone from off to the side of the dance floor. And his eyes are on you. 

The guy is pretty nice-looking, but he’s not familiar. His leering presence is enough to make Kiri move in, standing between you and Mina, and the stranger. “Ah, sorry, dude. She’s with me.” Mina, finally paying attention, flashes a smile at the guy. “She’s with us, actually,” she adds with a wink. 

The stranger puts up his hands in defense and slinks away, but Kiri never moves away. Mina turns to you and wraps her arms around you, pulling you closer. “Right, Y/N?” she purrs to you, so close you can smell her perfume and peppermint gum mixed with the vodka on her breath. “Aren’t you with us?” 

The scent of her perfume, the closeness of her, and the alcohol are all making it very hard to focus or even speak. She doesn’t allow you time to think of a response before she’s whipping around and bending her knees, winding her pretty ass all up into you. Though you’ve done this plenty of times with her, it feels so much different now. Kiri laughs from beside you as his girlfriend pops off, even hitting a split before picking herself back up and proceeding to leave her breathless. 

“You’d better catch it, cutie,” Kiri chuckles. “Mina doesn’t play when she throws it.” He gives you a wink, telling you something only you can catch. “Oh, I know,” you laugh. “Neither do I.” Catching Mina by surprise, you whirl her around so she’s standing behind you and throw your ass into her. She gladly allows it, her hands gripping your hips to push into hers. 

“Shouldn’t you be the one in my position, sir?” Mina playfully scolds, and for a moment you forget Kiri is still here. “Get your ass over here!” You stand up straight as Mina pulls Kiri towards you and moves to stand behind him, her hands on his hips. 

“Oh, I don’t…” The words die in your throat as you get a look at Kiri’s hard chest and how close he is. You can feel his hot breath fanning your face and the cologne he’s wearing smells so damn good. Why does God punish you so? “It’s okay, Y/N!” Mina laughs from behind her boyfriend. “Throw it back on him, girl!” 

Kiri looks down at you, the multi-colored lights flashing across his handsome face and hooded eyes. “You heard her,” he whispers, a cheeky grin on his face. “Lemme see what you got, cutie.” 

He’s called you “cutie” so many times before, but this feels different. Personal. You’ve danced with him before too, of course, but never like this: so intimate and nasty, your ass winding into his hips that push into yours, moving in time with the beat. But you’re too gone in the alcohol, the music, and the closeness of Kiri to think rationally. 

You can see why Mina always brings Kiri to parties and clubs with her because the man can keep up. At one point, he picks you up and bounces you up and down against him, your titties jiggling in your bra and hair flying, your and Mina’s shrieks of laughter heard among you. He does the same thing to Mina too, leading you to hype him up and take your phone out to snap a video. You can only imagine what the man can do in bed with moves like that. 

After the freaky music ends, it only gets freakier, the tempo growing slower and more sensual. You recognize the song now playing as that mashup between Beyoncé’s “Cuff It” and Twista’s “Wetter” (Remix here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbyPBIy_qYA). The energy on the floor shifts as bodies begin to bump and grind under the lights.

The energy in the air shifts too as Mina suddenly moves behind you, sandwiching you between herself and Kiri. “Now we switch,” she giggles softly, the sound breathy and barely above a whisper. “Stand close to me. Don’t want you gettin’ away from us this time.” 

You find yourself unable to speak as both press against you from the front and the back, Mina’s hands on your hips and grinding herself into your ass. Kiri has his hands on Mina’s ass, meaning his arms around wrapped around you since you’re sandwiched in between. “Is this okay?” he whispers against the shell of your ear. “Still feelin’ good, babe?” 

“I…I…” Your words are soft and weak. You wanna tell him you feel like a prisoner in a very sexy and tempting jail cell, but how the fuck would that sound?

Kiri smiles down at you, his gaze less than friendly. “I know I told you already,” he whispers, “but you look really good tonight. And you’re wearin’ my color.” He inhales sharply as one hand moves to run down your hip, his fingers gliding across the fabric. “You don’t know what that does to me.” 

Your mouth is parted with unspoken words, your mind desperately trying to make sense of what’s happening. Before you can, Kiri twirls you around so you’re facing Mina and he’s behind you, his hard body swaying with both of yours. Mina wraps her arms around your shoulders and moves closer so you’re chest to chest, stomach to stomach.

You can’t focus on anything other than how good this feels, being between them like this, where you feel as if nothing could ever touch or harm you. You find yourself leaning your head back into Kiri’s chest, neck exposed to his lips or teeth if he wishes to take a bite of you. You’d welcome it. 

But it isn’t Kiri who decides to assault your neck in kisses. It’s Mina. The scent of her strawberry shampoo hits your nostrils as her lips caress the exposed skin of your neck. You resist the urge to whimper, and you don’t know whether you should push her away or welcome her.

“We should…we shouldn’t…” The words coming from your mouth are barely audible, even to you. The scent of Kiri’s cologne and Mina’s lips on your neck are enough to silence you as your pussy clenches in your panties. 

Just as the song changes to something just as slow and sensual, specifically that Ariana Grande x Ciara mashup that you’ve found Mina winding her hips in the kitchen many times to (Remix here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMfl3yOQ3us) and you begin to think the DJ is trying to get the dance floor pregnant, Mina moves her head from your neck to look at you. Her gaze is soft and hungry, less than friendly. 

The air is charged, shifting to something completely different. Something heated and tempting, nasty yet sensual. Then, like a full moon, Mina’s face gets closer to yours and her lips are suddenly on yours. They’re soft and slightly sticky from the remains of the Fenty gloss that coated her lips. Your eyes are open, wide with shock, and her lips move against yours, the tip of her wet tongue caressing your bottom lip, but not coaxing it open. 

The kiss lasts for what feels like an eternity, but it’s only for about twenty seconds at the least. In that moment, your mind goes blank and all words cease to exist. Mina’s eyes flutter open to look at her, her golden irises soft. “Thank God for those martinis,” she sighs softly. “Or else I wouldn’t have been able to finally do that.” 

You blink at her, silent, not understanding what the fuck just happened. But that’s stupid because of course you do! Your friend, your beautiful, amazing, talented, sexy best friend, just kissed you in the middle of the dance floor. “W-What?” you dumbly ask. “What did you do?” 

Mina is still giving you that soft, longing look as her arms drop from your neck. “Would you believe it if I told you that I’ve been crushing on you since our U.A. days?” she asks as if afraid to find out the answer. 

You blink again, rapidly, making sure this isn’t a dream or some hallucination from inhaling too much weed. “Wh-What?” you dumbly, idiotically, stupidly, and drunkenly ask again. 

“She’s not the only one, cutie,” Kiri guiltily says from behind you. You turn to face him and he’s giving you an apologetic look. “I’m guilty of that too. But we were all such good friends back then too that I didn’t wanna say anything.” 

Mina nervously wrings her hands together, looking less than confident. “Me either. And then Kiri and I started dating, and we both admitted to each other our feelings for you. We just weren’t sure if we should ever say anything, especially when your ex came into the picture. I mean, poly relationships aren’t exactly new, but they’re still kinda taboo in society, y’know? They’re misunderstood.” 

Kiri nods, agreeing. “Plus, we’ve never been in a poly relationship before, so it’s still new to us too.” He rubs the back of his neck, causing his tricep to bulge. 

You look between your two friends who look like they wanna dig their hands in the sand and never come out, and you can’t believe anything they’re saying. This has to be a dream, right? There’s no way this is real. It’s just too good. Too sweet. Too much of a blessing. Your mind races as you attempt to process their words and confessions, and the fact that they feel the same way as you. “Shit.” It’s all you can muster. 

Mina’s eyes widen an inch and she looks downright terrified. “Fuck, we’re overwhelming you, aren’t we?” she laments. “I knew we should’ve waited! I fucked up with that kiss, didn’t I?” She moves to back up, nearly bumping into someone, but Kiri grabs her arm to stop her. “Mina, baby, relax.” 

“You didn’t!” you say loudly, your hand shooting out to stop her from leaving. Then again, softer, “You didn’t.” Mina blinks, surprised. You lick your dry lips and will yourself to tell the truth. It’s too late to turn back now. “My ex broke up with me because he knew my heart lied with another,” you softly admit as you take Kiri’s hand into other empty hand. “Or rather two others.” His eyes widen in realization. 

“I’ve wanted you both for a long time now,” you softly admit, even as the heat in your cheeks rises and you want the floor to swallow you up whole. Especially as the silence between you swells uncomfortably so. 

Suddenly, Kiri’s gaze grows hooded and dark, all kindness gone. “Fuck,” he growls, unable to stop himself now. He grabs a hold of you by your waist and allows you to let out a tiny gasp of surprise before his lips are suddenly on yours. His lips is a little less soft than Mina’s, but still sensual and careful, his tongue asking for access to your mouth by caressing your bottom lip. 

You allow it, your mouth parting so his tongue can slip in and caress yours. You can taste the liquor, the slight tang of beer, and mint gum in his mouth as his tongue dances with yours, the feeling making you moan softly against his lips. You’re aware of Mina’s hands on your hips and her lips on your neck, making you want to shake from the feeling. This is just too much. The high is just too good. 

The sound of wolf whistles and Bakugou’s cackling in the mic make you and Kiri jump away, the kiss leaving you lightheaded. “Awww, shit, they fucking on the dance floor!” Denki hollers into the mic. “Get some!” He is still standing with the DJ as Bakugou and Sero laugh from beside him, both making obscene gestures at Kiri who flushes. 

Mina gives them the finger and turns to you both, her gaze electric. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” she whispers. You can’t agree more, and neither can Kiri. His calloused hand, rough from years of training and hero work, grab yours and Mina’s, practically dragging you off the dance floor to the banister leading up the winding staircase to Bakugou’s upstairs area. 

“No fucking in my bedroom, nerds!” Bakugou yells into the mic.

“Use protection!” Sero calls after you all as you practically run upstairs, Kiri nearly knocking one guy down as he stands blocking the stairs.

You don’t stop moving until you’re finally upstairs, hidden away from the prying eyes and ears of the party. The hallway is long and dark, many of the doors leading to guest rooms reserved for only Bakugou’s closest friends. His grand bedroom, which is right down the hall, is locked, the only doors open being some guest rooms and the bathroom on the left. 

“In here,” Mina whispers, already cracking open an unlocked door to a grand guest room. Kiri lets you and Mina slink in first before he walks in, shutting the door behind him.

The guest room is quite beautiful and clean with a flat-screen mounted on the wall and facing a king-sized bed covered in a soft, black comforter, a nightstand, a private bathroom, and a sliding glass door that leads out onto a balcony where the moonlight shines into the bedroom, lighting the darkness. It doesn’t appear that the door has an inside lock, but you doubt anyone will come upstairs to find you…or you hope not. 

You find yourself not really caring, especially when you’re standing in a room, alone, with your longtime crushes finally. Mina stands in the middle of the room, the moonlight making her hair look like a halo. She looks beautiful.

“Finally,” she sighs, exasperated. “I thought I was gonna have to start fucking you on the dance floor.” She steps toward you, eyes sensual slits. She takes her time; a predator assessing her prey. 

She doesn’t speak as she continues to saunter towards you and you don’t move. Your feet are frozen in place. She finally makes it to you and wraps her arms around your waist, bringing you close. “Now tell me all about how long you’ve wanted us.”

Her lips find yours once more, caressing your mouth. Her tongue slips into your mouth and swirls against yours for a few seconds before her lips suck gently against your mouth. A tiny moan leaves her lips at the soft sunction, the words taken right from your lips. 

As she gently releases your tongue, a thin strand of saliva glints between your mouths that seem to make you wetter. It even affects Kiri–you can hear the soft groan that leaves his lips from somewhere behind you. Mina gives you a playful smile, her eyes never leaving yours as her pink lips coat your neck and collarbone in kiss, her fingers dancing across your back. 

You moan softly at the feeling of her everywhere all at once. “Mina…” Her name is a sigh on your lips. 

“Tell me all about how much you’ve wanted to kiss me,” she coos, her lips like a sweet drug to you. You just want more. “Or kiss Kiri.” She pulls away and gazes at Kiri who has been standing there respectfully behind you but his fists are clenched and his joggers aren’t doing much to hide the bulge there. Your eyes widen at the size. He’s huge. 

Mina giggles to herself as her fingers glide down your hips. “I bet you’ve been dreaming about trying him for yourself, hm? Well, now’s your chance. We get to share him tonight.” Your mouth drops at her words and you stare at her, dumbfounded. She must take your reaction wrong because her smile fades, her eyes nervous. “I-If that’s what you want.” 

If that’s what you want. ‘Does a bear shit in the forest?’ you think. Of fucking course that’s what you want!

Kiri steps a little closer, still giving you space to feel comfortable. “No pressure, cutie,” he softly, encouragingly, says. “This is all about you. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about this a few times.” A light dusting of red coats his cheeks, matching his stark red hair. 

All about you. The words are sweet but they don’t make you feel too good. You don’t want tonight to just be about you. You shake your head slowly at Kiri. “No. It’s about us.” You take his hand, bringing him closer to you and Mina. To his girls. “I’ve wanted this since our U.A. days. I’ve thought about us, together, like this.” 

The happy smile that crosses both Kiri and Mina’s lips makes your heart flutter. If you got a contact high from all that weed and hookah smoke floating about downstairs, then this is the best hallucination ever. Mina wastes no time cupping your face in her hands and kissing you again, passion and words left unsaid for years exploding through that one move. You return the kiss, moving your hands to hold her slim waist against you. Your tongue glides into her mouth, unable to get enough of your touch.

“Fuck, Y/N,” she softly moans into your mouth. “You taste so good.” The sound of your name on her lips, so lewd yet so sweet, goes straight to your clit, making the tiny bud jump in your panties. 

You’re hyper aware of Kiri’s strong hand caressing your back as you and Mina makeout, lips and tongues dancing with one another. “Fuck,” he exhaled sharply. “That is so fucking sexy, seeing you pretty girls kiss like that.” Pretty. He called you pretty. “Is it okay if I join?” 

Mina pulls away from the kiss and raises a brow at him, laughing. “Are you kidding me? That’s why you’re here!” She yanks him over, having him stand between you and her. “Get your sexy ass over here.”

Kiri is like a very sexy wedge between you and Mina, nothing but muscles and a 6 ft frame that towers over you but doesn’t make you feel intimidated in any way. You’d gladly let the man toss your ass around like a rag doll, fuck you any way he wants to. But it makes you even wetter to know he’d ask you first and do it how you want it done. 

“Is that okay with you?” he asks, eyes serious. You nod, unable to speak, but Kiri ain’t having none of that. His hand moves to caress your chin, making you flush. “Gimme a yes, cutie. Not just a nod.” 

You don’t know how you manage to speak, but the tiny “yes” that leaves your lips are enough for him. A smirk crosses his lips and it soaks your panties even more. “Good girl.” 

God, as if you couldn’t get any more aroused. Those two words make every single cell in your body come to life. Kiri doesn’t allow you time to process the words when his mouth finds yours, swooping in to give you one toe-curling kiss.

Mina, ever the observant little minx, notices your reaction to Kiri’s praise though and giggles. “Oooh, you found her weakness. She just loves being called a good girl. And a word of advice: she goes insane for praise too….and neck kisses.” 

Kiri pulls away, looking at her in surprise, and then at you. “Oh, yeah?” he asks, quirking curious a brow at you. 

“Hey!” you gasp as Mina pokes her tongue at you. Leave it to this sneaky bitch to use your confessions of kinks against you after many times of talking about sex between two girl friends. You eye Kiri, pursing your lips at him. “And I bet you know she loves a hand on her throat. And spankings.”

Mina flushes while Kiri smirks. “Oh, don’t I,” he growls. One hand comes down to smack Mina on the ass, the sound of his hand coming down onto her cheeks and Mina’s little yelp turning you on. “Little brat, ain’t she?” 

You nod in agreement as he turns back to you, his gaze softer now. “Before we go any further, is there anything you don’t want me to do or say? Any boundaries I shouldn’t cross?” 

“Uh…” You try to grasp for something to answer his question. Really, you’d let them both do whatever they wanted to you, but you can understand why he’s asking. This is the first time either one of you are together like this. So you answer honestly: “Not really. I don’t mind being called a slut. And I guess just let me know if you wanna do rougher shit with me.” 

Kiri nods, understanding, as Mina throws an arm around his neck. “Oh, don’t worry, pretty girl,” she purrs. “Kiri’s a gentleman. He’ll be as soft or as rough as you want him to be. You’re in good hands.” Your eyes trail over Kiri’s face, your eyes locking with his. “I know,” you whisper, only for him to hear. You trust him and Mina completely with your body, your heart, your soul. 

Those words make every single restraint Kiri had on himself crumble. “Come here, gimme that neck,” he growls, and his lips begin to assault your neck and shoulders, giving you the sweetest, wettest kisses everywhere he can reach. “Fuck, you feel so good against me,” he groans against your skin. “It took everything in me to not fuck you up on that dance floor.” 

The dirty secrets leaving his lips make you moan, throwing your head back, unashamed and unabashed. “So now you know we both wanted to jump your bones,” Mina purrs, now suddenly beside you, her breath fanning your face. “Watching you two like this is so…fuck. Why don’t we finally get out of these clothes?” 

Kiri pulls away, his look hungered. You don’t even think your ex looked at you in such a way. “I thought you wouldn’t fucking ask. I was so close to ripping those clothes off of both of you.” 

“That’s not gentleman-ly at all, sir!” Mina mockingly scoffs. “Bad boy. Now you’ll have to watch instead of us.” She lays a hand on Kiri’s hard chest and playfully pushes him back onto the bed. He falls back against the soft mattress with a light laugh, the sound making you laugh too. “Just watch us for now, baby. Relax and enjoy the show.”

The moonlight illuminates Kiri’s face and you can see every ounce of lust in them. “Fuck…Yes, ma’am.” He does as his girlfriend says, moving against the headboard to put his muscled arms behind his head, enjoying the show unfolding before him. 

Mina comes up behind you, her fingers reaching for the zipper to your dress. “Come here, pretty girl. Let me get this zipper down for you. Is that okay?”

At your slow nod, she slowly brings the zipper down until your dress pools at your heeled feet. She softly gasps at the familiar push-up bra and panty set that adorns your skin, and Kiri groans, recognizing it too. “Rihanna’s lingerie? Naughty girl. I bet you were hoping you’d get fucked tonight, didn’t you?” 

Her hands come to cup your ass, gliding all over your hips and lower back as her lips kiss the back of your neck. Her hands then glide to the front to cup your breasts, gently needing them in the lace cups of your bra. “Ah…” The sound leaves your lips, feeling like a release. 

“Probably not by two though,” she giggles, eyeing Kiri. He lays there, the tent in his joggers growing bigger. “Lucky me. You’re still in your clothes though, Mina. Don’t you wanna join our pretty girlfriend?” 

Girlfriend. Our girlfriend. Fuck, if you would have died now, you’d die a happy woman.

You turn to assist Mina, wanting to get your hands on her. “Lemme help.” She happily allows you to strip her off her clothes, leaving them discarded on the floor. She is just left in just her pumps, a black bra that brings out her pink skin, and a matching thong that makes her ass look immaculate. So many times you’ve dreamed of touching those impressive, toned globes, smacking it, squeezing it. 

She lets you do it now and you can’t stop yourself. Your hands have minds of their own as they glide all over her ass and hips, your lips on her neck. The sounds that leave her lips are music to your ears, testimates of how good you’re making her feet.

“Yes, baby, touch me,” she softly gasps. “Let me touch you too.” Her lips find yours as her fingers find your panties, sneaking between your thighs to touch your fabric-covered flit. “Fuck, Mina,” you moan, unable to hold back. 

Her hand doesn’t stop its slow but deliberate strokes against your clit, moving to cup your sex and grind her palm into your mound. Sparks of pleasure shoot into your clit at the feeling of her palm against it, the feeling making your toes curl in your heels. You don’t even remember that Kiri is there until he lets out a strained groan. “Fuck, I love watching you two.” 

Mina pulls away from you and turns to look at him, a sexy smile on her face. “We can tell.” You turn to look at him and you find his hand in his pants, stroking his hardened dick that is still hidden from view beneath his joggers. He smirks lazily at you. “You like seeing me stroke myself, baby girl?” he coos. “It’s okay, you can look. It just makes me harder for you.” 

You can’t look away, practically salivating at the sight of his hand moving up and down beneath the fabric of his pants. Mina unabashedly stares too, her chest rapidly moving up and down at the sight. “Maybe we should help him out, Y/N. Put him out of his misery.” Her eyes twinkle as she looks at you and then kneels down at the bedside. 

Kiri practically scrambles to move closer to her, putting his legs over the bedside so she can reach. She smiles up at you, curling her finger to beckon you forward. “Come on, kneel with me.”

You’re helpless to resist –both by the sight of Kiri’s bulge and the curve of her breast peeking out of her bra cup as one of her straps falls loosely down her shoulder. You kneel beside her, feeling quite sexy as you do. “Go ahead and take off his pants.” 

You oblige and reach for the waistband to Kiri’s joggers. He lifts his hips for you, giving you easier access to get them off his hips before lowering them back down. “Fuck yes,” he breathlessly says, “and I’ll work on my shirt.” 

You go to help, but he stops you. “Nah. I’ll take care of the rest of me. You just worry about getting my pants down, okay, cutie?” He winks at you, making you flush and giggle like a damn schoolgirl. “Okay,” you breathlessly reply. He works fast to strip himself of the flimsy tank, flinging it somewhere on the floor, forgotten and unimportant. 

As you move his joggers down his legs sinwey with muscle, your eyes graze his impressive body–it’s nothing but muscle, pecs that could make great pillows, a six-pack granted by hours of workouts and discipline. His hooded eyes meet yours as his pants are finally at his feet, and then in one swift motion, gone when you take them down. “Good girl…now take my dick out.” 

You’re happy to oblige, your hands quickly moving to pull him out. And good Lord, you needed a warning! When you wrap your hand around his his big, hard dick and pull it out, your mouth falls open. He’s big, thick, and curves upwards, nothing but veins and precum that bubbles at the head for you and Mina that leads up to a patch of trimmed, black curls that are his natural pubic hairs. He has the most beautiful dick you’ve ever seen. It’d give any male porn star a run for its money. 

You can’t stop yourself from licking your hand and wrapping it around the base and stroking up and down slowly. You tighten your grip enough to add friction, watching as soft sighs of pleasure leave Kiri’s lips. “That’s it,” he coos. “Fuck, your hand feels so good!” He throws his head back, exposing his neck and bobbing Adam’s apple to you. 

Mina giggles from beside you, intently watching you work Kiri’s cock. “Stroking him already? Greedy girl. You didn’t even give him time to breathe.” She moves closer, whispering in your ear. “Mmm, isn’t he so big? And so hard for us? Bet you’ve wondered what it’d feel like in your hand.” 

‘Yes,’ you think, lips parted in astonishment as you watch your hand stroke Kiri up and down, the skin there stretching at your movements. Precum continues to drip down your hand, leaving you salivating. You want to taste him. 

“That’s it, nice and slow,” Mina coos into your ear. You listen, still working Kiri just right. He must think so too because he moans and grunts at the feeling, not holding anything back. The sounds drift up to the ceiling and make you even wetter. You’re practically soaking the floor through your panties. 

“Listen to those moans!” Mina moans, just as aroused. “He’s just begging for you at this point. Should we give him a treat?” She looks at you, eyes glinting and smile mischievous. Kiri picks his head up to look at you both, eyes wide and greedy. “Both of you? Oh, fuck yes, please!” 

Mina laughs, kissing your shoulder. “You heard him, girl. Get those lips around that dick.” You do so, making quick work of putting your lips over your teeth to cushion Kiri’s cock as you put him in your mouth. You give him slow strokes of your mouth and kitten licks first, getting used to feel of his big dick stretching your mouth. Kiri shudders, his toes curling at the feeling of your wet, hot mouth and soft lips drinking him in. 

Mina watches, coaxing you by rubbing your back. “Mmm, that’s it. Enjoy it. He feels good stretching out your mouth, doesn’t he? Oooh, you look so good taking him like that.” She moans lewdly at the sight and you swear you could burst at this point. Talk about foreplay. “How does she look, Kiri, baby?” she hums. 

Kiri is in his world, eyes red slits as he looks at you taking his cock so well. “So…so fucking good! You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth, gorgeous.” His words filled with sweet praise make you go deeper, your hand still stroking his shaft. 

“Come on, baby, take him deeper,” Mina encourages, eyes drinking you in as you take your boyfriend’s cock. “Yes, yes, like that. Take all that dick down your pretty throat.” You do so, gagging slightly as Kiri’s cock enters your throat. What you can’t take you stroke, slowly gagging on his dick and breathing through your nostrils. 

Kiri is losing it. He writhes underneath you, an arm thrown over his face like he can’t believe how good it feels. “Fuck, Y/N! Taking my cock so good!” You moan against his dick, the vibrations too much for him as you continue to bob your head up and down, up and down, just like that, right there… 

Kiri’s moans get louder, strained. “Oh, God, b-baby!” he calls out. “You have to stop or I’ll…I’ll…” You moan encouragingly, nodding your head because yes, you want him to cum. You want every ounce of his cum in your mouth, coating your tongue and throat. 

“Stop.” Mina’s stern voice stops you and reluctantly, you move away from Kiri’s dick now dripping in saliva and precum. His big balls are the same, glistening in the moonlight. Kiri’s chest moves up and down rapidly, his skin coated in sweat. “Don’t want him to blow a load before I’ve gotten a taste yet,” Mina purrs. “Move over, greedy girl.” 

You slowly move over to give her room, unhanding Kiri. Your hand and lips are coated in spit, but you don’t wipe it away. You like yourself like this for some reason. Mina giggles at you, bumping your hip with hers. “Don’t just sit there, silly. Help me out. Stroke his shaft and his balls for me. He loves that.” 

And then she’s taking Kiri in her mouth, giving him short strokes before taking her in her throat with ease. Your eyes widen at the sight of Kiri’s fat dick stretching out her mouth, but she gladly takes it all, her golden eyes looking straight at your helpless, writhing boyfriend. Your hand, still wet from stroking Kiri, palms his balls, gently kneading the soft skin there. 

“Ohhh, my fucking God!” he practically screams to the ceiling above. “So…so good…” He’s so loud that you glance at the door for a moment, worried someone will come walking in to see what’s up. But then again, if they hear the moans coming from Kiri’s luscious mouth, maybe they’ll think twice about it. 

As you use one hand to massage Kiri’s sobbing wet balls and stroke what Mina can’t fit in her mouth, you watch as your beautiful friend-turned-girlfriend gags on your sexy friend-turned-boyfriend’s dick. She’s an expert at it, taking him with ease, little gagging and slurping sounds leaving her lips.

Spit drips from her lips and down Kiri’s shaft, spilling into your palm and making your hand extra slick. Only the sounds of Mina’s mouth and Kiri’s wanton moans and grunts fill the air with the bumping of the music muffled from downstairs. 

Finally, Mina comes up for air with a big gasp, popping off of Kiri’s cock with a wet pop! She smiles at you, lips slick with saliva. “And now we switch again. You take him in your throat while I stroke him.”

You practically pounce on Kiri, devouring his dick like it’s your last meal. You take him in your open throat, breathing through your nose, and welcoming Kiri’s hips bumping up into your mouth. “Yeah,” he raspily grunts, “take it, baby girl. Take my dick.” 

The dirty, praise-filled words leaving his lips that are usually reserved for words to make you smile, laugh, and encourage you makes you sobbing wet, so much so that you slowly grind against nothing just to try to ease the aching in your poor, needy clit.

Mina’s hand curls around the back of your neck. “So eager, aren’t you?” she whispers, her eyes drinking in the way you take Kiri’s cock. “Is it okay if I push your head down?” 

“Mmm-hmm!” you mumble, nodding your head for extra measure. Mina giggles at this, moving her hand to spank one cheek. “Naughty girl.” Her hand places itself at the back of your head, gently pushing your throat farther down Kiri’s dick until you’re gagging around it and tears prick the corner of your eyes. 

Kiri is a mess underneath you, grabbing your shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Mina keeps her head there, giving you the naughtiest words of encouragement that are worthy of a porno. “Yes, baby girl, gag on that dick,” she whispers in your ear. “Take all of it the way you want to. Make him fucking scream for you.” 

You do so, moving your head up and down as much as Mina will allow you, stroking Kiri’s dick with your throat. He grows bigger, thicker, in your mouth, and you know it’s only a matter of time until he cums. “Fuck me!” he gasps loudly, the volume of his voice going straight to your core. “Wait, wait, Y/N, baby, stop!”

His pleas make Mina’s hand fall from your head and you release him. You look up at him, curious as to why he wants you to stop before he could cum down your throat. He stares down at both of you, chest heaving, crimson eyes glowing in the moonlight. “Fuck, you both got me so close. You’re both so good at sucking cock!” 

Mina glances at you, wiggling her brows. “Oooh, you hear that, Y/N? First time and you’ve already got him fiending for you.” You let out a breathless giggle, happy with that fact. “So why not let yourself cum in our mouths?” Mina innocently asks Kiri, tilting her head to the side. 

Kiri smirks at her. “Because we’ve barely gotten started. I haven’t even tasted either of you for myself.” 

  You shiver in anticipation, wanting whatever he’s giving. “Well, why didn’t you say so?” Mina giggles and helps you stand on wobbly legs from kneeling for too long. “Maybe you should go first, Y/N. After all, this is new for you too.” She gets on the bed next to Kiri, spreading her toned legs for you to lay in between. “Just lean back against me.” 

You don’t have to be told again. You scramble to get up on the bed to join them and lean against Mina, your back against her front. “Let Kiri get a good look at these pretty little panties,” she hums, her fingers moving to pry your legs apart so your panties are on full display. “He’s practically salivating for a taste of these lips.” 

Her fingers play with your panty-covered pussy for a few seconds, warming you up and making you crazy from not feeling her soft fingers against your naked pussy. Finally, she moves your panties to the side, the fabric covering your lips coming back shiny with your wetness. Kiri’s eyes widen an inch from seeing how wet you are, especially when Mina’s index and middle fingers gently dip into the wetness.

“M-Mina!” you moan, throwing your head back against her shoulder. She softly giggles, her fingers gently moving upward to toy with your clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. 

“Fuck,” Kiri growls, primal and insane with arousal. He gets into position, moving his head between your thighs but never ducking down to taste you for himself. Instead, he looks at you, asking for permission with his molten hot gaze. “Tell me what you want from me, baby girl. Tell me where you want my mouth before I lose my fucking mind.” 

Mina’s ministrations and his gaze don’t allow your mind to think clearly, too clouded by need and arousal. “I…” 

“You want them on your lips?” Kiri lowly asks before moving to plant a kiss on your mouth. “Or maybe not there…but on your gorgeous tits?” His hands slowly move to take down the straps to your bra, causing your pretty breasts to gently fall out. He pulls the cups down lower so he can suck your tits right, his tongue swirling around the hardened peaks of your nipples. When he nibbles at one with those damn teeth, it damn near makes you crazy. 

You let out a strained moan and a whimper, toes curling at the feeling. “You like that?” Kiri asks, voice slightly muffled by his lips against your tits. “God yes!” you cry out as he continues, his mouth like a drug to you as Mina continues to play with your clit, your pussy gushing.

Finally, she stops and moves to suck on her fingers, humming at your taste. “Don’t tease my poor girl, Eji,” she huffs. “Give her what she wants.” 

Kiri raises a brow up at her, moving from your tits. “Someone’s impatient and she isn’t the one getting touched yet.” Mina pouts at him. “You’re damn right,” she answers impatiently. “I’m dying to see how she looks writhing against your tongue.” 

Kiri chuckles, still not moving to touch or taste your aching, sobbing wet pussy. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” he murmurs to you, eyes locked on yours. “Say it to me.”

With his laser stare on you, it makes it hard to say the words, but the ache in your clit eggs you on. “I…I want…” You swallow hard, getting up the nerve to tell him to his handsome face. “I want your mouth on my pussy.” 

Kiri’s face brightens with realization. “Oh? I can do that.” He grins at you before ducking down, groaning at your shining, wet lips. “Fuck, you’re wet! Better not let this go to waste then.” He swoops in, his soft lips cushioning and pressing against your clit as his tongue dips inside you, swirling around, up and down. 

“O-Oh, fuck!” you choke out, the pleasure hightening your senses. Mina giggles from behind you as her hands curl around your front to toy with your breasts. “Does he feel good, pretty girl?” she asks, her index finger and thumb on both hands gently pinching your nipples. You cry out in response, too gone to give her a real answer. She laughs happily. “I guess that’s a yes.” 

Kiri is truly a champ when it comes to eating pussy. He laps at your wetness, alternating between gently sucking at your clit to dipping inside, his nose pressing deliciously against your clit.

Finally, he pulls away enough to speak, his lips coated in your juices. “Fuck, you taste so good!” he moans. “Such a good girl, giving me so much honey to taste.” He moves his index and middle fingers up to your mouth and wordlessly, you suck on them, coating them in your spit. 

He takes them out and slowly, very slowly, plunges them inside of you, curling them upward. Your toes curl and your back arches, the sounds leaving your lips sounding so unlike you. Who is this needy little slut in your place? “But, of course, you should know, only a naughty girl would want her pussy eaten and grinding her hips back into my face like this.” Kiri grins up at you. “Don’t you think so, baby girl?” 

He goes back to sucking on your clit for a few seconds, his fingers slowly moving in and out until he reaches that spot inside of you that makes you see heaven. “Oh, God, Kiri!” you practically scream. 

“Oh, I think so,” he giggles into your pussy. Fuck, even his giggles are hot! “I think your pussy thinks so too. She just keeps gushing around my tongue. How about we make you feel even better, hm?”

With that he slowly takes his fingers out of your wet depths and slides his tongue down your slit to your asshole, wet from your juices dripping down. Kiri? Eating ass? You knew he was an ass guy (hence being with Mina), but you didn’t know it was like that! 

His work on your asshole and pussy have you seeing stars, the sounds leaving you unable to be contained. Mina comments on them, cooing at you teasingly. “Aw, listen to those sounds you’re making! At this rate, someone will definitely find us up here. You just can’t help but let out those slutty sounds.” 

You turn slightly so you’re facing her pussy now and Kiri has to throw one of your legs over his shoulder to eat you out from the side. You press your hand against Mina’s panty-covered slit, the fabric wet and making it easy for friction. She gasps at the feeling of your fingers, her eyes going wide. “Oh, fuck!” she shouts, her voice loud and high. 

Kiri laughs at his girlfriend’s lewd sounds. “Now who’s got the slutty sounds? Trying to make her hit a high note, are you, Y/N?” 

You continue to rub Mina’s cunt, smiling at her whimpers and soft moans. “You…you sneaky little…” She inhales sharply, her words cut off by the pleasure. “I-If you’re gonna do that, at least move my panties out of the way.”

You raise a brow. “Oh?” you hum as you move her panties to the side, revealing her pink, puffy lips slick with wetness to you. “Like this?” 

Your fingers touch her clit gently, rubbing it in slow circles. Mina’s body lurches at the contact and a gasp leaves her pretty lips. “Yeah!” she gasps out. “Yeah, just like that!”

She grinds her hips into your hand, giving you better access to rubbing her clit, applying as much pressure as she wants. Her face is so pretty the way it’s screwed up in pleasure, eyebrows knitted and eyes closed. 

Kiri watches you intently and you can feel his cock stiffening against your inner thigh. “Fuck…you sure I can’t just watch you two do that?” he chuckles, but still ducks down to kiss your pussy. “Move that hand, cutie. Let me take it from here.” 

You do as he says and he proceeds to rub Mina’s clit with precision, going as fast as she wants him to. As he does that, he ducks down to suck on your clit, never letting up because that’s not Kiri’s way. You and Mina’s moans and whimpers fill the air, soft gasps and words of “please”, “faster”, and Kiri’s full name falling from your lips. 

You suddenly feel that pleasure building in your core, signaling your joyous end. “Oh, my God, Ejirou!” you cry out, using Kiri’s full government name. “I think…I think I’m gonna…” The words die in your throat.

Kiri looks up, eyes fucking feral. “You’re gonna cum, baby girl, hm? Go ahead. Give it to me. I can take all of it! Cum for me!” He ducks down to assault your clit again as his rubs against Mina’s clit get faster. 

“M-Me too!” Mina gasps out, her hips wining into her boyfriend’s hand. “Keep rubbing my clit like that, baby, and I’ll…” Her head falls back, mouth a silent O. You can feel that feeling rising, that bubble about to burst.

“No!” you desperately cry out. “No, stop!”

Kiri slowly moves his lips away from your pussy, confused. “No…?” 

He even slows down his hand on Mina’s clit. “No, no, please!” she cries out, whimpering as the pleasure dies. “Oh, fuck, I was so close, babe! Why did you…?” 

You move away from her and Kiri, sitting up on your knees to look into their eyes. “I want us all to cum together,” you softly confess despite the flush you feel at such a lewd confession. You look at Kiri, taking his hands in yours. “I want to finally feel that dick inside of me, and watch you fuck Mina too.” Your eyes lock with his, begging him to promise to do this for you. “I want you to make us cum like that.”

Kiri blinks at you, dumbfounded, and then his gaze darkens. “Fuck,” he exhales. “But how would we do that? I only have one dick, in case you didn’t realize it.” He nods down at the hardened extra leg he’s packing between his muscled thighs. 

Mina is one step ahead. She swoops in to peck Kiri on the lips. “I’ve got an idea,” she giggles and looks at you. “Babe, lay down for me.” You do so, laying on your back on the soft comforter, the fabric smelling faintly of lavender detergent.

Mina smiles. “Perfect.” She gets on top of you, throwing her soft, luscious legs on either side of your hips. She then arches her back and moves up to hover you, her tits now in your face. 

“Now, Kiri,” she purrs, “you get behind her so her pussy and my ass are right in your face. Perfect for switching between, right?” She wiggles her ass around enticingly and Kiri’s eyes follow her hips, hypnotized. 

“Ahh, I’ve got you,” he hums, moving as fast as the speed of light to settle himself behind Mina as she straddles you. This has got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I get to be a part of it? Fuck, that just about makes me wanna burst!” His enthusiasm is enough to make you laugh. 

“Uh-uh, not yet, daddy,” Mina gently scolds, and you swear Kiri and you share the same mind because you both look at Mina like she’s a plate of the finest dessert as soon as she says that. “Not until you fuck us both.” She looks down at you with a grin. “I wanna see this cutie explode all over your fat dick.” 

Her words and the anticipation drive you wild, your pussy gushing and clenching around nothing but air. “God, just fuck me now before I lose my shit!” you desperately plead, grinding your hips up into Mina. 

Kiri chuckles darkly, cracking his neck as he gently strokes his dick. “With pleasure,” he growls. “Put your hips up, baby.” You do so, lifting your hips so he can grasp them and align himself with you. “Good girl.”

His hand sneaks up Mina’s ass to spank her, the sharp sound making your pussy clench. “Fuck, this ass is just too perfect,” he murmurs, spanking Mina again who moans in delight. 

“As hot as this is, baby,” Mina breathlessly says, “I want to see Y/N bounce on your dick, if you don’t mind.” The third spank he gives her is sharper now, making her hiss at the contact. “Hush, you bratty girl,” he growls to her and she buttons her lip, a secretive smile on her face. Seeing them play this game, have this dynamic right in front of you, is the hottest shit ever. 

Kiri’s eyes glint at you as he looks down at you. “You ready, gorgeous?” he questions. You nod, even murmuring a “yes” in case he wants verbal consent. “And you know we can stop at any time, right?” he asks, eyes serious. Once again, you say “yes” and he needs no more persuasion to grasp your hips and slowly push his cock head into your pussy, separating your wet lips. 

Your eyes widen, feeling full already. Your hand immediately goes to grasp his muscled arm while the other grabs Mina’s thigh. “K-Kiri!” you belt out. Kiri is barely hanging on, eyebrows knitted and muscles clenched. “Fuck, you’re so tight!” he yells out, but manages to keep still enough to allow you time to adjust. “You okay?” 

“Y-Yeah,” you breathe out, welcoming Mina’s comforting rubs on the outside of your thigh. “Just give me a minute?” Kiri nods, staying put. “Of course.” Your ex wasn’t as well endowed as Kiri, so you’ll definitely need a few minutes to adjust. Kiri gives you that, coaxing you to relax and even moving underneath Mina’s body to rub your clit. His paitence, and Mina’s words of encouragement, allow your body to relax fully. 

“Okay,” you finally say. “Just go slow. You’re really big.” Kiri grins at your words. “Just take your time, baby girl. There’s no rush. We have all night for this.”

Before you can bring up this being Dynamite’s bedroom, Kiri growls out, “Fuck Bakugou” before pushing inside of you more. He goes slow, but still, you can feel the stretch and the slight burn as your walls stretch around him. You’re just glad you’re wetter than a lake at this point, allowing it to be easier with how slick you are. 

“Can you take him, baby?” Mina asks into your ear.” Yeah? You need a little help? How about I suck on these pretty nipples in my face?” She ducks to suck on your nipples, her strawberry-scented scalp in your nose. “And let me rub that cute little clit.” Her fingers move to play with your clit as Kiri moves out and then back in, nice and slow. 

Once he has that rhythm, he has it and he never lets it go. His hips slowly move against yours, his stroke game fucking immaculate. And Mina gets to feel this all the time?

Kiri’s dick has you seeing stars, the entire fucking galaxy exploding behind your eyelids as he strokes those parts inside of you that have you moaning and taking the Lord’s name in vain. “Oh, my God, Eji, yes!” you cry out, not caring if people hear you. Anyone would be this loud if they could get a feel of Red Riot’s dick inside of them. 

“Ohhh, yes, that’s good,” Kiri groans, still going slow. “You’re taking me…even deeper…you’re doing so good, baby, oh, my God!” He is vocal, never shutting up, and that makes you even wetter, allowing you to take him deeper. “Fuck me harder!” you cry out, your other hand letting go of Mina’s thigh to grasp Kiri’s other arm. “Please, Kiri, please!” 

Kiri does so, wanting to please you. His hips snap against yours a little harder, his stomach rubbing up against your clit. “Such a slutty girl,” Mina giggles, lips hovering over yours. “That’s it, baby, take that dick. Let yourself relax into him. Put a hand on that throat, Kiri. She likes that too.” You stare up at her, eyes wide and open-mouthed. “Oops!” she snickers. “Did I say that?” Oh, this bitch… 

Kiri obliges, wrapping a hand around your throat, but not squeezing. “Like that, gorgeous?” he asks, his voice dipping lower into a growl that sends your tummy into butterflies. “Hm? Is this what you fucking want?”

Fuck, if you get any wetter, you’re gonna soak the bed. “Yes! God, yes!” you scream out, unable to keep quiet from the sheer pleasure you’re feeling. 

Kiri continues to fuck you as he presses a kiss to Mina’s hair. “I’ll give you anything you want,” he groans. “Both of you. I’ll fuck you in every fucking way possible.”

His sweet yet sensual words awaken something inside of you. Something just as primal. “Promise?” you ask, biting the flesh of your bottom lip. 

Kiri’s hot gaze locks on you as he rolls his hips into you. “I fucking swear.” Mina moans from above you, her tits jiggling every time Kiri thrusts into you. “Keep saying shit like that and I’ll cum before you’ve gotten inside me.” 

Kiri immediately stops his movements. “Oh, no, the fuck you won’t.” He slips out of you slowly, making you feel empty. “Let’s take a break, babe. This bratty bitch still needs the same treatment, doesn’t she?”

He takes a handful of Mina’s hair and wrenches her hair back, Mina letting out a surprised gasp at the sudden switch in personality. He grins down at you, looking like a damn villian. “Watch me fuck her up.” 

With that, he aligns himself with Mina’s pussy and slides inside, only sticking his head in. Mina’s mouth falls open into a pretty O as her back arches. “Oh, fuck!” she shouts. “P-Please…go slow. I wanna feel you go in slow.” 

Kiri smiles brightly at this, pressing a kiss to her back. “Of course, babe.” He proceeds to slide into her slow, painfully slow, stretching her pretty, pink pussy out. “Anything…you…want.” Moans and whimpers fall from Mina’s lips as he begins to roll his hips into her ass. He looks down at you, one hand moving to palm your breast. “How about you, gorgeous? Want me to do something for you?” 

Your eyes drink in Mina, the sight of her like art–her dark-pink nipples hard, pretty tits jiggling in your face, toned stomach glinting with sweat where you’re sure she can feel Kiri’s dick. “Just fuck her harder,” you breathe out.

Kiri smiles anything but kind. “I can do that.” And does that he can. He fucks Mina right above you, hips snapping into her ass just the way she likes it. “Yeah, you like that, Mina?” he coos, hand still gripping her hair. 

Mina is fucking gone, eyes closed and mouth open. “Y-Yeah…that feels so good! Harder, daddy, please!”

Her using that title again makes Kiri fuck her harder, pounding her pussy until the sound of skin slapping and bed springs bouncing are all that fill the air besides Mina and Kiri’s lewd moans. You find yourself rubbing your clit at the show taking place above you, indulging in the best kind of porn as Kiri bounces the both of you with his thrusts. 

He chuckles as he looks down at your tits jiggle. “Look at you, babe: bouncing every time I fuck her. It’s almost like I’m fucking you too. Almost…” He stops and slides out of Mina despite her mewl of disappointment. “But not quite. You didn’t feel that stretch, did you, baby girl?” Without getting an answer, he slides into you again. “Now you do.” 

Your eyes go wide at the sudden feeling of being filled again, but he doesn’t give you a chance to process it before he’s fucking you again, hips rolling mercilessly into you. “Oh, my God!” you yell out, throwing your head back against the mattress.

Kiri grabs onto Mina’s hips, bumping her ass into him as he fucks you silly. “Fuck, the two of you are so fucking sexy,” he moans out. “I-I don’t know how long I can keep this up.” 

The need for his cum filling you up makes you desperate. Needy. Willing to say and do anything for it. “You can cum!” you yell out. “You can cum inside me! I’m on the pill!” 

Mina giggles from above you. “Me too. Eager little cumslut, aren’t you?” She dips down to assault your neck, palming at your breasts and rubbing her thumbs over the sensitive nubs of your nipples. 

But Kiri stops and slides out of you despite your moans of protest. “Nah,” he huffs. “Not yet. I still have to make sure you two get equal attention, don’t you? So I’m gonna keep switching back and forth between these pretty little pussies until you’re both ready to explode for me, okay?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer as he slides into Mina and rams into her, beating her pussy up. “Kiri, please!” she cries out, and you understand. Pleading for more and for less all at the same time, the pleasure too sweet. 

“You two just keep feeling good for me,” Kiri pants, every muscle coated in sweat. “Can you both do that for me?” He suddenly moves to lift one of Mina’s legs and fucks her that way, giving you a good view of her pussy stretching around his dick that slides in and out of her.

“Oh, my God, yes!” Mina cries out, tears pricking in her eyes at the pleasure. She looks down at you and you swear she’s never looked more beautiful. “Kiss me, baby. I wanna taste you.” 

You oblige, moving to kiss her as your hand moves against your clit, fingers rubbing the bud faster and faster until you can feel that dam about to break. “Oh, fuck, I’m so close!” you shout. “Please tell me you two are close!” Kiri nods frantically, teeth gritted at the feeling. “Yeah!” he stutters out. “S-So, so close!” 

But Mina stops you both. “Wait, Kiri. Stop.” He listens, his face coated in sweat and disappointment. “Oh, fuck, why? I was so, so close!” You were as well, the sweet feeling of release dying as you stop rubbing your clit. 

Mina looks back at him. “Because we wanna cum at the same time, right?” she purrs. “So why don’t you slip that dick out of me and put it between us instead? And you can still fuck us until we cum. With extra clit stimulation.” She turns to you, winking. “Does that sound good to the both of you?” 

Does that sound good to you? Shit, you’re just about the cum from the idea. “Fuck, Mina…” You squirm around beneath her, wanting to cum with them so badly. Kiri laughs at your neediness. “This cutie is practically begging for that. I’m down for it.”

He slips out of Mina and aligns his dick to meet your pussies just right. “Now hold still for me.”

You both do, waiting as patiently as humanly possible for him to finally slide his dick between your pussies. But when he finally does, you’re not prepared. The feeling of his hard dick stroking your clit between you and Mina as you grind your hips immediately, up and around, anything to get that release.

“Perfect,” Kiri grunts, hips rolling with yours. “Fucking perfect. Does it feel good for you girls as it does for me?” 

“So…so good!” Mina moans out, her hips grinding down into Kiri’s dick. “I can’t stop!” You know what she means. Your hips and your body have minds of their own, moving for that pleasure.

“Does it feel good for you too, babe?” Kiri asks, but you can’t speak. You can only answer with the lewdest sounds you’ve ever come out of your mouth; sounds that would put Mariah Carey’s career in a casket. 

Kiri and Mina laugh at your sounds much to your embarrassment. “I guess it does judging from those high notes,” he snickers, hips moving faster, harder. “You both needed this, didn’t you? A nice fucking for two pretty little sluts.” 

“Keep fucking us like that and we’ll show you how much we needed it,” Mina softly growls, just as feral as you. He does so, grabbing Mina’s shoulder and your thigh before fucking the shit of you both, his cock mercilessly stroking your clits.

“Yeah, like that!” you yell out, practically babbling and drunk from the pleasure. “Keep fucking us like that, daddy!” 

Kiri’s eyes snap to yours at the title, his crimson eyes blown with pleasure. “Tell me whose you are,” he growls deeply. “Both of you. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

He leans down, squishing Mina between the both of you, and presses his lips to your ear as he ruts deeper between you. “Tell me,” he growls deeply in your ear. 

That release builds again, increasing from Kiri’s controlled movements and Mina’s noises in your ear. “Fuck, Eji, please!” you sob, your hips beginning to stutter and move sloppily. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum!” 

“M-Me too!” Mina whines into your ear, her tits squished against yours and bouncing in time with you and the mattress as Kiri ruts between your pussies. “Oh, my God, I-I can’t stop!” Her body begins to writhe against yours and she grabs you, wrapping her arms around you as Kiri fucks the everloving shit out of you. 

“Such good little girls for me,” he growls from above you, going faster and faster, signaling his own dawning release. “So good! I’m gonna cum all over your pretty little pussies.” He thros his head back, lost in the pleasure, moaning to the ceiling, most of them being your names. “Fuck…fuck…fuck!” 

When it cums, it’s messier than messy. You can feel his hot cum spurt out of his dick and coat your pussy and Mina’s. The sounds that fall from his lips trigger your own release and you tumble down that hill, falling into an abyss of pure bliss. Mina falls with you, whining and moaning into your ear as her hips slow their grind.

“O-Oh, f-fuck!” she stutters out, gripping you for dear life. “S-So…so good…!” You silently agree, gripping her ass and grinding with her, riding that blissful wave. 

“Still cumming!” Kiri moans from above you, hips still going and going. “So much!” You can feel it–ropes and ropes of hot cum spilling onto your stomach and onto the comforter as he gives you about a week’s worth of nut. Finally, after letting out a groan that would make any girl blush, his movements slow and stills, breathing heavily. 

You lean back against the comforter, exhaustion overtaking you. Above you, Mina laughs hysterically. “Damn, daddy!” she giggles, wiggling her ass into an exhausted Kiri. “You practically soaked the comforter!”

Slowly, Kiri pulls away from you and Mina slowly gets off of you, revealing the very large mess of bodily fluids that coat the black comforter. 

The laugh that erupts from you is loud and abrupt, and you’re taken aback by the reaction when you should be horrified. But the bliss you feel from that earth-shattering orgasm and that your two crushes reciprocating your feelings doesn’t allow you to. “Bakugou is gonna kill us,” you giggle.  

Kiri laughs with you, wiping sweat from his forehead. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” he sighs, looking down at you and at Mina adoringly. “That was amazing.”

Mina hums in agreement, gently running her hand down your naked tummy. “It absolutely was,” she says with a smile. “Talk about a good distraction from your shit ex, hm?” 

You couldn’t agree more. “Mmm,” you hum in agreement, orgasm-sedated exhaustion settling in. You try to sit up and need Kiri’s help, your limbs feeling flimsy and jell-O-like. “Easy there, cutie,” he whispers encouragingly. Slowly, now.” 

“Let me go get us some water,” Mina says, letting Kiri help her off the bed so she can walk to the private bathroom. She turns shortly after with two glasses of water, one of them being for you. “Here, baby. Drink up.” 

You thank her, gladly taking the glass and gulping down the sweet, cold water. Her and Kiri share the other before Kiri crawls up to the headboard and settles under the covers. He smiles lazily at both of you, arms open wide. “Come here, both of you. We all need a good snuggle.” You giggle as you crawl towards him alongside Mina. “Glad to see you’re not too manly for cuddles.” 

Kiri looks at you like you’re insane. “You shitting me? Cuddles are for everybody.” You take one side while Mina takes the other, curling at his side. “That was better than my wildest dreams,” he sighs, enclosing his arms around both of you, holding you close to him. Mina hums in agreement, her hand moving to cup yours on Kiri’s chest, right over his beating heart.  

You let out a content sigh, loving this feeling of bliss. The smell of mingling scents–sex, perfume, cologne–fill your nose as you cuddle into Kiri’s side and let Mina rub circles into your knuckles with her thumb, feeling safe. But even so, that nagging feeling of something bothering you doesn’t allow you to fall so deeply into the peace. 

You nervously look at Kiri and Mina, biting your lip. “So…does this mean we’re all dating now?” you carefully ask. “You’re my girlfriend and my boyfriend?”

Kiri and Mina look at each other before looking at you. “Yeah,” Mina brightly answers, breaking into a beautiful smile that eases every insecurity and uncertainty you felt. “If that’s okay with you.” 

You blink at her, almost not believing it was that easy. “It’s…” You trail off, scoffing to yourself. This is way better than a dream. “It’s more than okay with me.” You grip Mina’s hand and press a kiss to Kiri’s pec, making him hum. “Good,” he sighs, “‘cause I would’ve jumped from the nearest building if it wasn’t.” 

As you and Mina giggle, giddy from the sex and the way the night has turned out and this, there is a loud, harsh knock at the door that startles you. Kiri sits up immediately, protectively shifting so he’s covering your naked chest with his body and throws the covers over Mina to hide her from the chin down. 

The door is opening before any of you can protest. Bakugou’s raspy and slurred voice drifts into the bedroom as he opens the door. “Yo, shitty hair! What the fuck is with those bed springs jumping? You’d better not be–” 

His words cut off immediately as he gets a good look at the way his guest room looks–clothes on the floor, comforter a mess, and the three of you naked and occupying the bed, staring wide-eyed at him like deers in headlights.

He steps back into the doorway and grabs the door handle. “I’ll kill you all later,” he growls before shutting the door behind him, leaving you alone once more. 

Silence swells in the room before you three erupt in laughter, so much so that your stomach hurts. “We’re never gonna live this down now, you know that, right?” Kiri asks through a fit of giggles. “He’s never gonna let us come back here.” 

Mina wipes at her eyes, leaning up to stare into your eyes. “I’ll gladly take the fall for that,” she sighs contently. “Especially for more of this.” She moves to stroke your arm lovingly as Kiri wraps an arm around you, holding you even closer. 

You couldn’t agree more with that statement and finally, you allow yourself to fall into the bliss that sleep brings, cuddled up with the two you trust most.

Finally.

[kining-the-evil]

Revenge

/Summary/: Tatum Riley was always a daddy's girl. She did everything with him, rode in his patrol car, movie nights every week, and when her parents separated she didn't even think about staying with her mom. Her dad was her whole life and when he was murdered she felt like she lost everything.

Tatum tried to move one. She goes out with Chad and moves to New York for college, but nothing feels the same. When she meets chads roommate Ethan, something is awakened in her and she decides there is only one thing that will let her move forward

An: this isn’t an x reader fic, it is my oc Tatum Riley. She’s Dewey and Gales daughter. If you don’t like OC’s don’t read it. This was also posted to my wattpad

Warnings: Cheating, murder, sex, death, psycho!OC , sort of Yandere!OC, Ethan x OC, ghostface!oc

"Where is he?”

I wasn't sure who I was asking as a crowd of people blocked my view of the hospital. I'd known my dad was trying to help Tara and her sister, but when I saw multiple police cars racing towards the hospital I got an awful feeling in my stomach.

I pushed past the few people on front of me until I was at the front of the crowd. Police were surrounding the entrance to the large building, and I could see Tara and Sam standing with aunt Sidney and my mom.

"Ma'am, you can't-" someone tried to stop me but I just shoved them roughly out of the way and started running towards them. Sidney was the first one to notice me.

"Tatum!" My mom turned when Sidney called my name and took a step towards me while Sam and Tara looked away.

"Where is he?" I demanded as I go to them, ignoring my mom and aunt as I looked at Tara and Sam. "He came here with you guys, where is he?"

"Tatum, sweetheart-" my mom reached out to touch me but I shrugged her hold off

"Where is he?!"

"We tried to stop him..." Sam finally said, and I felt my blood run cold. I happened to glance over at the entrance of the building as two paramedics were rolling out a body bag.

"Tatum, don't-" my mom started to say as she tried to grab me but I dodged her arms and started running towards them.

"Stop her!" Someone yelled but I wasn't sure who, I just kept running. When I got there one of the paramedics moved forwards and wrapped his arms around me to pull me away.

"No! Please! I need to see if it's him!" I cried as I tried to fight the man's hold on me. Tears were streaming down my face as I knew who was in the bag, but it didn't stop me from praying it was someone else. That my dad would walk out of the building in a second, hurt, but ultimately okay.

The two paramedics looked at each other before one reached up to unzip the bag slightly, and I froze when I saw the face staring up at me. His eyes were empty and face was blank, but it was him. More tears fell from my eyes as I just stood there and stared at him. After a moment the man's arms disappeared, and a woman's replaced them.

"Tatum..." My mom's voice spoke, and I just started crying harder. I cried because her arms felt wrong around me, she was never the one to comfort me. She wasn't the one who held me when I fell of my bike, or when watched a scary movie at a friends house and couldn't sleep because I was scared that night,or when a boy broke my heart. It was always my dad's, and he'd never hold me like that again. He was gone.

•••••••

My eyes snapped open as the dream, or memory, faded, and I started to wake up. I'd had that dream more times then I could count, so often that at this point I didn't cry when I woke anymore. I just accepted it and continued with my day.

As I laid in bed I glanced around the room. If you walked in you'd never think someone lived in the small one bedroom apartment. There were no decorations or photos besides the small photo of me and my dad on my nightstand. My clothes and belonging were still in the boxes I'd brought with me to New York almost a year ago. I never bother to unpack when my mom rented the place for me. She originally wanted me to have 'my own safe place' instead of living on campus, and the place is close to where she works, but I was sure she'd stop paying the bills on it after the fight we'd gotten into only a month after I moved in.

•••••••

"What the fuck is this?" My mom glanced up when she saw me storm into her home office, and she quickly stood up to greet me.

"What are you talking about? And watch your language." Normally I'd say something about being 18 and being able to say whatever the fuck I wanted, but I was to angry to care about that in the moment.

"This!" I yelled as I held my phone up to her. On it was an article I'd found of an interview she'd given only days ago. The title? 'Gale Weathers announces new book based on last year's murders.'

"That's an interview I did, what about it?"

"You're writing a book about the people who killed dad!"

"What about it? People want to know what happened, and at least I can provide the facts-"

"You don't know the facts! You weren't even there for most of it! You just showed up at the end to see all the drama-"

"I showed up because your dad told me your friends were being attacked and you weren't picking up my calls. I was worried about you." She tried to correct me but I just rolled my eyes. "I will be respectful of what happened and of your dad-"

"Like you were so respectful of this who died the first time." I snapped. "You were so respectful that you sold the book to be a movie, which is the only reason they killed dad. You're the reason my dads dead!"

My moms eyes widened at my words, but I didn't have it in me to care. These thoughts had been building in me for months and her agreeing to write a book on the murders was what broke the camel's back.

"I cared about your dad-"

"You never cared. You wrote awful things about him, caused multiple murders, and ultimately caused his death. I never understood how he forgave you the first time, and I won't forgive you this time."

"Tatum-"

"If you publish this book, I will never speak to you again."

"You're bluffing."

"Fucking try me."

•••••••

I reached out to the nightstand to grab my phone, checking my notifications. I had a few emails from school and the normal, everyday ones I get from my mom trying to check in on me that I never answer. And then a message from Chad.

Chad: hey, I heard about a party happening at some fraternity house. Wanna go?

Chad: everyone else is going. Even Tara

   I rolled my eyes slightly after reading the texts. I'd had a childhood crush on Chad since I was old enough to know what that meant, and after Liv had died we ended up getting together. Even though I'd known I was a sort of rebound or distraction from what happened, at the time I'd thought it would blossom into something more. Instead we were just emotionally distant partners that would go days without talking. We rarely hung out without other people, we never had sex anymore, we didn't even kiss when around each other. And I was 90% sure he had a thing for Tera. He probably invited her the moment he found out about the party while I was probably the last person he texted.

Tatum: sounds fun. What time?

   I set my phone to the side as I got up and headed for the shower to get ready for the day. I had a class in two hours I couldn't be late for. I stumbled into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror, my hair was slightly messy and some of my eyeliner had smudged since I didn't bother to take it off when I went to bed.

   I turned the shower on before stripping out of my pajama pants and t-shirt. It was a DEVO shirt I'd stolen from my dad at some point. Once it was off I looked down at the few scars along my abdomen. Two were from Amber a year ago when we got in a fight, one was from when my appendix burst, and the other was from when I was 6. One of the teens who attacked Woodsboro had broken into our house and somehow I ended up stabbed. I didn't know much about it because o was so young and my dad had begged me to not ask about the event, and I trusted him that I didn't need to know about it.

   I shook myself from my thoughts and got back to getting ready. I showered and got dressed, skipping breakfast and decided to just pick up a coffee when I got the school. Most of my day was uneventful, I sat through a music theory class and a history class on Fashion industry before I went to get lunch alone at a small cafe on campus. I probably could have texted Chad to get lunch together, but I could use the time to work on a design for class instead.

While I was busy sketching with my headphones in a hand waved in front of my face, making me sit back quickly and look up. I ended up seeing Ethan standing above me, an apologetic smile on his face.

"You scared me," I said as I pulled my headphones off, causing Ethan to laugh slightly.

"Sorry, I tried to get your attention but you couldn't hear me."

I nodded and just looked up at the boy, unsure of what to say. I didn't know Ethan all that well despite him being Chads roommate. He went to all the same parties as us and he was always there when I went to chads, but we never really talked one on one. He seemed nice enough, but I wasn't interested in really getting to know other people.

"So...can I help you?" I finally asked, fully aware of how rude it sounded. I just couldn't get myself to really care.

"Sorry, I'm probably bothering you. I just saw you sitting alone and thought I'd say hi. You're probably busy."

"Just...working on an assignment." I mumbled as I glanced down at the drawing. A small line went through the drawing from when I jerked when Ethan scared me.

"So... would you mind if I sat?" I glanced back up at Ethan at his request. It was then that I noticed he had one of the sandwiches from the cafe in his hand. "I'll be quiet and just work on my own homework. There's just no other tables." He motioned around to all the other tables which had groups of friends sitting at them. For a second I thought about turning him away, but I couldn't. He had the look of a lost puppy, and saying no would be the equivalent of kicking that puppy.

"Be my guest," I motioned to the table and he quickly sat down and pulled his computer out. We both worked for a bit, and thankfully Ethan kept his promise of staying quiet and just working the whole time.

"Going so soon?" Ethan asked when I started to pack my stuff up.

"I have one more class for the day." I quickly said as I slid my sketch book into my bag. I stood up and grabbed my garbage from the table.

"Are you going to the party tonight?"

I hesitated for a second. "Chad invited you?"

"Was he not supposed to?"

"No," I quickly said. "I just... yeah, I'm going." I finally said.

"I'll see you tonight then," Ethan smiled and I forced one back at him.

"See you then.”

•••••••••

I messed with my hair slightly as I looked in the camera of my phone. I was standing on a corner as I waited to meet up with everyone else.

"Hey!" I heard a yell and glanced up to see Chad, Tara, Mindy, Mindy's new girlfriend I hand learns the name of, and Ethan. I was almost shocked to not see Sam with them since she never let Tara out of her sight.

I slid my phone into my purse and forced a smile onto my face as I walked over to them. "Hi," I greeted as Chad wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I stiffened slightly at the uncommon position, a movement that should be second nature to a couple felt foreign with him.

"Good to see you," Chad smiled as he kissed the top of my head.

"You too," I smiled as I hugged him back before his hand slid from my shoulders to my hand. That was the extent of our interaction before we were walking to the party and Chad was talking to everyone else. I stayed quiet but kept our hands intertwined as we walked, any time he started to pull away I'd tighten my hand to keep him within arms length. I didn't go out much and I wasn't about to let go of my lifeline when I did.

   We walked about a mile to the frat house, and most of the party was a blur. I drank a bit but mainly just sat on a couch and watched the people around me. Chad was immediately off and socializing, and I remembered at one point he got pissy because I wouldn't be his partner for a drinking game. But by the end of the night the group of us ended up at Chad and Ethan's apartment.

   "Hey," Ethan sat down next to me on the couch. I had my arms crossed across my chest as I watched Chad with Tara. He was just standing with her and drinking, but the way they looked at each other pissed me off.

   "Hi." I mumbled, not looking at the man.

   "Did you have fun tonight?"

   "It was fine." I knew Ethan didn't deserve how I was talking to him, but at that moment I didn't really care. Truth was, I was tired. I was tired of being in a relationship that was going nowhere and watching Chads next relationship blossom in front of me.

   "I'm leaving." I mumbled as I stood up quickly and walked over to Chad. "I'm leaving," I repeated to my boyfriend.

   "Already?"

   "It's past midnight." Chad just looked at me for a moment.

   "Okay." I scoffed when he turned to talk to Tara again. "What?"

   "Most people's boyfriends would offer to walk their girlfriend home, or call her a car, or at least ask her to text him when she makes it home."

   "Fine, text me when you get home." Chad said, clearly annoyed.

   "Glad to see you worried about your girlfriend," I rolled my eyes while Chad let out a sigh.

"Are we really going to do this right now? You're ruining the vibe," he complained.

"I'm ruining the mood? You're the one who basically refused to spend any time with me all night!" I saw Tara cringe slightly at how loud I had become, and everyone else on the room had gone quiet. Even Mindy was silent as she watched me and her brother.

"I'd happily spend time with you if you weren't such a buzz kill. You just sit by yourself in the corner anytime we go anywhere and you just sit in your empty apartment alone. You used to be fun, but in the last year you've become awful to be around. I thought you were just getting over your dad but-"

"Don't!" I stepped close to Chad to point a finger in his face. "Don't way a word about my dad."

"It's been a year. I got over Liv, you have to get over your dad at some point."

We stood in silence for a moment before I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. "Fuck you chad." I spat before shoving him away and storming down the hall and to their bathroom.

By the time I slammed the door shut tears were streaming down my face. I was embarrassed and angry at Chad. I shouldn't have ever gone out tonight, I should have never agreed to go out with Chad in the first place. I slid down on the ground, leaning against the door and pulled my legs up to lay my head on as I cried.

I don't know how long I was there before someone was knocking on the door to the bathroom.

"Hold on!" I called out as I stood up, wiping at my face slightly. I was sure my makeup was a mess and I didn't feel like looking in the mirror before I opened the door. Ethan was standing in the other side.

"Sorry, you probably need in here." I mumbled as I started to walk past him, but he reached out to stop me.

"No, I- I was coming to check on you. You've been in here a while." He laughed awkwardly, prompting a small smile from me. "If it's any consolation, Chad was being a dick."

"Thanks, but you don't have to say that. I know you're friends with him." I mumbled. "Go, I probably looked like such a bitch to everyone."

"I thought you were right." Ethan shrugged. "Chad doesn't act like he's in a relationship with you, which is insane."

"Why? Cause I'm such a catch?" I joked, looking down at the ground. When I didn't hear anything from Ethan I glanced up to see him staring at me, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"I mean... yeah."

His words had a blush growing on my own face, and I wasn't really sure why. I really didn't know Ethan, he'd always just been Chads friend. Maybe it was just because it was attention from someone, maybe I just wanted some attention.

I took a small step towards Ethan, which prompted him to step towards me. "I don't think I've ever had someone call me a catch." I watched as a small smile grew on Ethan's face.

"Chad should be telling you regularly."

"Well, he's not. What are you gonna do about it?" I prompted, and after a second Ethan was leaning in to kiss me. I pushed my lips against his in what started as a gentle kiss, but I didn't want a gentle kiss. I stepped closer to Ethan and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, one of my hands sinking into his curly hair. He reached out to wrap his arms around my hips, pulling me closer as he deepens the kiss. I opened my mouth to let his tongue into it as the kiss became sloppy.

"Which room is yours?" I asked as I pulled away slightly.

"Should we-"

"Which room is yours?" I asked again, a bit more pushy. Ethan looked at me for a second before nodding.

"Come on.”

••••••••••••

An- do not worry, the next chapter will have the smut in it.

[unpublishedwriter]

If we make it through December

Fandom: The Last Of Us

Characters: Joel Miller, Ellie Williams, Gn reader insert

Warnings: This is NOT a ship fic. Father/Daughter relationship, Father/Child relationship, mentions of abuse, mentions of blood, not very graphic description of injuries, hurt/comfort, found family, usage of they/them pronounce for reader.

Summery: After escaping David and his people Joel, Ellie and y/n make their escape through the forest. Once they find a place to stop for the night the three must come to terms with what they've been through and what they've become.

A/N: So this is my first time posting a fic online (wattpad who? sorry don't know what ur talking ab I definitely didn't have a wattpad when i was 11) so like bare with me please haha. Any and all constructive criticism is welcome:) Y/n and Ellie aren't actually related (unless u want them to be ofc) but they see each other as siblings. Reader is older then Ellie but still a teen (in my mind they are 17 but u can choose whatever age u want). Can be read as both game tlou fic and show tlou fic cuz I love both and didn't put any specific descriptions for Joel or Ellie. Also English isn't my first language, I triple checked the spelling but if you find any mistakes then sorry! This fic is dedicated to everyone that looked at Joel Miller and said "damn, i wish he was my dad"

They didn’t know how long they’ve been running for. Joel kept a firm grip on both kids, completely ignoring the ache from his right side where his wound was stitched up.

The pain didn’t matter. What mattered were the two kids he kept an iron grip on. The two kids that had been taking care of him, two kids who had to fight to survive while he was unconscious. Two kids that had to kill while he was in that basement. Two kids that he failed. 

His kids. 

He couldn’t think about that now, couldn’t let himself drown in guilt. 

No, he had to keep pushing forward, he had to put as much distance between them and that awful village. 

He had to get his kids to safety. 

Then he’s going to check if–   

No, he’s going to check where and how they’ve been hurt, because as much as he wished for it, there was no way they got out of this without any injuries. 

He had already noticed the blood running from Ellie's nose and the giant bruise on y/n’s cheek. 

The two teens were covered in blood, head to toe, and Joel prayed that most of that blood wasn’t their own. 

Time didn’t feel real as they kept pushing forward, going wherever their eyes could see. The kids held on tightly to Joel, almost as if to make sure that he wouldn’t disappear, to make sure he was really there. 

The wind started picking up and it looked like a snow storm was coming. 

While the storm would cover up their tracks, Joel’s stomach sank as he looked around and saw nothing but trees. Joel didn’t know what to do, he only knew that they wouldn’t survive outside. 

He kept walking forward, against the wind, as the two kids gripped him harder, practically wrapping him into their arms from both sides. 

They were all exhausted, on the verge of collapsing, and the wind was getting stronger. 

It can’t end like this. He can’t fail them again. He can’t lose them. Not again. 

Maybe luck was finally on their side, or maybe the god that Joel had long since stopped believing in had heard his prayers, but as they walked out of the woods Joel saw the outskirts of a small town. 

The ice cold wind was blasting in their faces, but they were together and they were almost there. They’ll be ok. They’ll have to be. 

The closest building to them was some sort of store, probably a drug store by the looks of how small it was. It's doors and windows were intact so it was their best option at that moment. 

The three made their way in and reluctantly pulled apart to check if there were any infected, or people. They were relieved to find out that the place was empty. 

Joel pulled one of the shelves to the door, barricading it. The windows were sealed and boarded up so no one could see inside but some light still filtered through the cracks. The light was grey and cold, the outside now completely overtaken by the snow storm. 

No one’s gonna find us here.

Joel walked away from the window and turned around to look at the two teens. Ellie and y/n were once again checking every corner of the store, making sure there was nothing bad in there with them. 

“Hey” Joel spoke softly and both teens stopped what they were doing. They looked at him, their eyes still frantic. “We’re ok here, we’re safe.” Joel assured them but it didn’t seem to ease them. They were shaken, bloodied and bruised and it was all his fault.

No, there’s no time for that now. They need me. 

Joel walked over to the side of the store that seemed to be the most clean of any rubble, then he put down his backpack and his gun. He looked back at the two kids who were still standing in the same places, staring at him. He nodded his head to the side, calling them over. Y/n closed the door to the storage room as Ellie walked over and put down her bag.

She didn’t remember when she got it back, nor when she had put it on. It didn’t matter much. Even if she’d lost it, it wouldn’t have mattered. 

Y/n also walked over putting down their own bag, then their gun and their bat. But as they looked at the bat, or rather the half dried blood on it, they decided to put it a little further away from them. 

They didn’t want to look at it, didn’t want the reminder of the things they’ve been through, the things they’ve done. They knew that they did what had to be done, had to protect themselves and their sister, but their stomach still turned as they remembered the screams of those man.

They quickly forced themselves out of it. This isn’t the time for it. They needed to make sure that the others were ok, they can deal with it later. 

“How’s your wound?” They asked nodding towards Joel. Y/n looked at his shirt, noting that there was no blood on the side of his injury, which probably meant that his stitches were still intact. 

“It’s alright, I’m alright.” He reassured them. They nodded softly and before he could ask them whatever it is he wanted to ask them, they had turned to Ellie, looking her up and down, holding her upper arms gently. 

“What about you? Did they get you anywhere? How’s your nose?” They looked at Ellie’s face, searching it for an answer but Ellie just looked back at them blankly before shaking her head and looking down. 

Y/n wasn’t sure they believed her, but they didn’t want to push. They didn’t find any wounds on her so they decided that the best first thing to do was to get Ellie cleaned up. 

Joel rolled out his sleeping bag on the floor next to a wall so y/n gently sat Ellie down on it before walking over to their pack. They pulled out an old shirt and without thinking about it ripped off a big chunk. Then they took out their water bottle and poured some of the water on the cloth, ignoring how the water made the open gashes under their, now soaked, bandages burn. 

Ellie was sitting there, completely zoned out and Joel was trying to figure out how to warm this place up. Even though they were inside, the walls and the floors were made of concrete, and the heating wasn’t working for obvious reasons. It was cold but he couldn’t start a fire since the windows were sealed shut. 

Y/n gently tilted Ellie’s head towards them, only holding her by the chin. Ellie was still spaced out, shaking both from the cold and the stress still running through her body. Y/n knew what she was thinking about, trying to process the horrors of the past few days. 

She must’ve been so scared, alone in that horrible cage. Y/n didn’t know exactly what happened to Ellie, they were stuck in a different room in their own cage, but through their own experience they knew that this is something Ellie will be haunted by for a very long time. 

Y/n gently started wiping away the blood on Ellie’s face. Her nose stopped bleeding a while ago, which y/n took as good news. 

Joel, seeing how much Ellie was shaking and not knowing what else to do, took Ellie’s sleeping bag from her backpack and unzipped it all the way. He walked over to where y/n was now carefully wiping the blood from Ellie’s hands, and wrapped the sleeping bag around Ellie hoping that it would warm her up. Then he walked over to where y/n had left the other part of their, now ripped, shirt and picked it up. 

Snow had flown in when they got inside and was now sitting in a pile next to the entrance. Joel wrapped as much snow as he could into the cloth and walked back over to y/n who was still trying to get blood off of Ellie. He gently took the wet cloth from y/n’s hands to which they protested and tried to get the cloth back but he stopped them. “It’s ok, I got her.” He spoke softly. “Here, put this on your cheek.” He held out the improvised cold pack to them. 

Y/n looked between the pack and Joel, who nodded softly for them to take it. So they did, and then put it on their cheek. They didn’t notice how badly it was hurting until now. “Thanks.” They said to Joel who just nodded and turned back to Ellie, wiping the remaining blood off of her. 

Y/n sat there for a second, not really sure of what to do. 

These past few weeks as Joel was recovering y/n was constantly busy. They were the one to check on his wound, they were the one going out to hunt and look through the empty houses for anything of use, they were the one to take the watch at night so that Ellie could sleep. 

Y/n needed something to do, something to distract them from all these thoughts and feelings in them. They walked over to where their backpack was and sat down next to it. With their free hand they ruffled through their belongings until they found their first aid kit. It was mostly empty now, after all the time of tending to Joel’s wound, but it still had a roll of gauze. They put down their ‘cold pack’ and started to undo the bandages that were currently on their hands. 

They were soaked in blood, both their own and the blood of the hunters. Their hands had chapped from the cold, so much so that gashes split open in their skin, causing their hands to bleed. They didn’t have anything to treat their hands with so their best option was to wrap them up, at least to prevent infection. 

Taking the gauze off proved itself to be an issue. Their hands were shaking more than usually and it was very painful to peel the gauze from the skin. They struggled a lot but finally freed their left hand. 

Wrapping the hand, as it turns out, was going to be even more of a challenge. Last time they did it their hands were not in that bad of a condition. But after all that time in the cold and all the fighting they found their hands in terrible shape. They had to handle it. They had to. 

They had to fix their hands, and go back to taking care of the little family they now had. They needed to protect them no matter the cost. They weren’t going to let their hands stop them from doing so. 

They had to keep them safe, they had to- “Let me see that.” Y/n looked up to see Joel now kneeling down in front of them. They looked behind him to see Ellie who was now clean of blood, except for her clothes but it was still an improvement, wrapped in the sleeping bag and looking through the crack in the bordered up window. 

They then looked back at Joel whose hand was reaching for their now bandage-less hand. Not touching them, just giving them the option. 

They held out their left arm which Joel gently took, avoiding all the open wounds. He looked it over, then reached over to the now almost melted ‘cold pack’ next to y/n, got the remaining snow out of it, and gently started to wipe away the blood on their hand. Then he took the new gauze and started wrapping it around y/n’s fingers, asking them if it was too tight or if it hurt every once in a while. 

Once he was done with that hand, he repeated the process on their right hand, just as gently and carefully. Once he was done, Joel helped y/n put everything back into their pack and then helped them get up. “We’ll find you something to help with that later, ok?” 

Y/n nodded and picked up their own sleeping bag and walked over to where Ellie was starting to drift off. Joel sat down next to Ellie after pulling out the gun out of his holster. He stayed close to her but gave her space. Ellie however moved closer to him, leaning on his side for warmth and comfort. Y/n mirrored her, they sat down on the opposite side of Joel, unwrapped and fully unzipped their sleeping bag, and then carefully placed it on top of their and Joel’s legs. 

Finally, a heavy silence took over them. None of them could talk, all three were lost in their own thoughts, trying to process all that had just occurred. 

As it got darker outside, Ellie lied down on the ground, putting her head on Joel's thigh. She looked like a child. Of course Ellie was only 14 and still was a kid but right there and then she looked even younger, curled up at Joel’s side, sleep finally taking over her. Joel put his hand on her arm. 

“You should get some sleep.” Y/n whispered to him. “I can take first watch.”

“No it’s alright, you should sleep tonight.” He said in a lowered voice as to not wake Ellie. 

He saw that y/n was about to disagree but he shook his head. “I’ve slept enough already, and knowing you, you probably got no sleep at all.” Y/n got quiet and turned their head to look forward instead of at him. 

They looked exhausted, their skin was sickly pale and the bags under their eyes were almost as dark as that horrible bruise on their cheek. They were a stark contrast to the bright and funny teenager he got to know these past four months. The teenager that always had a look of wonder on their face, finding beauty even in the broken world around them. 

Sometimes when something reminded them of their past they’d get lost in thought, their eyes only focusing on the ground under them, but they’d always comeback to reality quickly, if not for themselves then surely for Ellie who’d talk her heart out until y/n said something back. 

The same Ellie at his side that hasn’t said a word in hours. It was uncomfortable to not hear Ellie's voice for so long. No questions, no puns, no sarcastic comments. 

And while now Ellie was asleep, Joel knew that she wouldn’t be back to her normal self tomorrow. 

His heart clenched as he realized that there’s a possibility she’d never go back to her normal self. Neither of them might. What if his two children will never be the same again? No more stupid jokes, no more silly arguments, no more talks about the stars, no more questions about the past and the future, no more wonder.

No more Ellie and y/n. 

How could he have let this happen? Doubt and guilt started clawing at his mind again. His weaknesses led to this. Because of him these two wonderful kids have been stripped of their identities. It was all his fault. 

He failed again and again and aga-

His thoughts stopped in their tracks as he felt y/n lean their head on his shoulder. Y/n wanted to stay up, they wanted to protect the two people they loved the most, but their body was betraying them. 

After weeks of barely any sleep, after all the fighting and running, they were shutting down. 

They needed to let go, they needed to sleep for at least a little bit, but they were so afraid that while they slept something terrible would happen and they’d wake up all alone, without a trace of either Joel or Ellie. 

Their eyes were drooping as they fought to stay awake. They tilted their head a bit upwards as they whispered

“Joel?” 

He hummed, letting them know that they had his full attention.

“I’m so tired.” They whispered. 

It was a confession. It was more than just about their body. They were tired on so many levels.

They were tired of being an adult when they should have been a kid, they were tired of being scared, they were tired of being unloved. 

They confessed that to him, quietly, not expecting him to understand it on any other level other than that of a physical tiredness. 

But Joel understood. Of course he did. They were his child. 

And it didn’t matter that he didn’t see them grow up, it didn’t matter that he wasn’t there when they spoke their first words or took their first steps. 

It didn’t matter that they weren’t tied by blood.

All that mattered was that they were there by his side, and he was going to take care of them. 

He was going to take care of both of them, both Ellie and y/n, because now he had two children. 

It didn’t matter that he failed, it didn’t matter that he wasn’t as strong as he thought he had to be to protect them. They were his kids and there was nothing he could do about that now. 

All his doubt and all his guilt was nothing compared to how much he cared about the two kids that were now clinging to him. 

He let go of the gun he was holding, leaving it in his lap, then he wrapped his now free hand around y/n’s shoulder, and y/n hid their face in his neck as they felt tears welling in their eyes.

“It’s ok, you’re ok now. I’m here, you can sleep. You don’t have to worry anymore. I’m right here. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He reassured them quietly. 

That was all it took for y/n to start sobbing. He held them tightly as they let it all out. 

Joel had only seen them cry two times. 

First time after Henry and Sam, when they held on tightly to a shaking Ellie, covering up the young girls eyes when Henry pointed the gun at himself. 

The second time was back in Jackson, in that little room on the second floor. 

He regretted what he said, he regretted how he made those kids feel. 

Quiet tears slipped down both of their faces when he told them that they were not his children and he was not their dad. He was lying to them as much as he was lying to himself. 

But the way they were crying right now… he’d never seen them cry like this. 

They were trying to be as silent as possible, both for his and Ellie’s sake. Their body shook as they took in rigid breaths. 

Joel felt their tears on his neck, and it broke his heart. 

That was the moment that he vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to make sure that neither of his kids had anything more to cry about like that. 

He knew that they’ve been through a lot. He knew that the two charming kids that had not only broken down his walls, but also crawled into his very heart and made themselves at home there, had lived through things that no human, let alone a child, should ever live though. 

He knew that they’ve lost people, he knew that they’ve been neglected and abused, left to fend for themselves for years. 

And as sad as it made him he knew that there was nothing he could do to change that. 

But as y/n finally fell asleep, their tears still wet on their cheeks and on his neck, and as he held the two sleeping kids in his arms he once again made a vow to himself. 

A vow to give these kids a childhood, a family, a home. 

He knew that they still had a long road ahead of them, their journey wasn’t done yet. 

But they’ll get through it. 

They’ll finish this whole vaccine business and go back to Tommy's. He’ll teach them everything he knows, he’ll take care of them. 

They showed him that, what he thought had died all those 20 years ago with Sarah, was still there within him. So he’ll do the same for them, he’ll show them that they can still be kids. 

He’ll show them what it’s like to have a family and he’ll watch them grow up. 

Yes, the road ahead was long and hard, and he knew that this wasn’t their last challenge. 

But it didn’t matter because they were all together. 

They had each other and if that wasn’t worth fighting for then he didn’t know what was. 

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Galaxy Corner; ✨️

Hey guys! I decided since I'm going to try to post things more often, I thought a nice little bio/about section was necessary. So let's get into it! 🩷 And I hope this doesn't disappoint you, if y'all were waiting for an update

Age; it's in my bio, but I thought it would be good to have here too. As of this post, I'm 23.

Behind the Name ☆; I go by Pluto online since I wanted to see if I liked the name enough to use irl. A few years back when I realized I was non-binary, I thought a special "name" was necessary so I chose Pluto since it's, well, special to me. Pluto has always been my favourite planet (I cried when it was declared a dwarf planet) and Pluto has always been my favourite roman god so the name just stuck. I always felt like the name was connected to me and I feel really comfortable using it as such.

Oh! And the word "arcadia" in my username means "a region or scene of simple pleasure and quiet." So I feel like my username translates to "safe place of/for pluto"!

Sexuality & Gender identity; this isn't a necessary thing, per say, but I just wanted to add it. I don't mind any pronouns used toward me, I don't really have a preference either. It is what it is and all of that. When it comes to sexuality, I assume I'm pan? I really only care for personality, but I do have a preference for men or more masculine people.

About Me; I dropped out of college, because I couldn't afford to dorm and I submitted my schedule way too late so I got classes I didn't want or simply couldn't do. I have crippling, social anxiety but once I warm up to someone, I'm 100% a yapper. I can ramble along all day if I'm on a topic I like. I have rosacea, which is a skin condition where the blood vessel in your cheeks are inflamed. It gives off an appearance of constantly blushing or sometimes a bad sunburn depending on the day. It also causes acne breakouts so very fun. I have four tattoos, all small, and I only like two of them. The other two are a bit too basic for my liking. I've dated twice in my life, both horrible experiences. I could say so much about them but that's a topic for another day. I'm left-handed and I used to draw a lot but now I struggle even holding a pencil since it's been so long. And that's...honestly all that's interesting about me! Nothing much else, I'm pretty boring otherwise. My personality really reflects off of the person who I'm talking to so, otherwise, I struggle trying to come up with a mental image of myself. 🩷 well that got too deep-

Experience; I've been rping since I was ten, writing oneshots on wattpad since I was fifteen until I stopped when my 600k views oneshot fic on wattpad got taken down for mature content 😞 so I do apologize if I'm work comes off as dated or a bit childish and short! I've never wrote long form content besides multi chapters of a singular oneshot

Plans for the future; I do have a part time job, but I'm planning on writing more fics and oneshots in the future! I have up to nineteen chapters written so far on ToF (Twist of Fate) and I have been writing down ideas for new oneshots or even shorter series for the future. I'm not sure how long ToF will be but I doubt it'll be more than 100...100 seems like a lot, and Love and Deepspace is still an ongoing game so I can't exactly wrap up the story any time soon. I also plan on posting some original works to here, though most will be isekai-themed since I've been really into those kinds of stories lately. My google docs are filled the the brim with ideas

Upload schedule; Weekends will be when I'm most active when it comes to posting since I work Monday through Friday, but I'll be semi-active throughout the day. I have a little bit of downtime at work, and a lot of downtime before and after work so I'll have time to reply to comments or follow anyone back!

Time Zone; For uploading purposes, I thought it would be good to disclose this. It's not too big of a deal, I feel. My time zone is CST.

Any other Fandom stories; I might get back to my old BTS ideas. I have a few ideas involving them so I might also add them. This is a multi-fandom account after all, but my main focus will be Love and Deepspace.

Currently reading; I get a lot of my inspiration from different animes, manga, and manhwas so you might seem common tropes reflected in my work. A lot of isekai and regression manhwas like "Who made me a princess?", "Actually, I was the real one.", and "Villains are Destined to Die" for example are really good and really got me into liking the isekai genre as a whole.

Side notes; While I do look over my writing, there will probably be some spelling errors or swapped words since my brain tends to skip over words whenever I type so if you notice anything like that, don't be afraid to let me know. If it's a huge mistake, I'll fix it but if it's something simple- like needing an extra comma or something, I'll leave it since it doesn't affect the overall reading quality.

Now, with that all being said, I hope you're excited for the next two or three chapters that I'm going to post this weekend 🩷 Some of my favourite parts are coming up soon!

Also, if I need to add anything else, just let me know! I've never had to talk about myself much, if at all ○o。.

[alias-sam]

Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 5. Know Your Enemy Part 2

Platonic Jojo's x Reader

Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.

Word Count: 3,125

(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)

"Son of a-"Know Your Enemy was knocked aside by some buff purple dude, causing the dictionary copies to disappear. You watched in disbelief as the stand growled and ran out of the room.

"What exactly is going on here kid?" The purple guy dissipated and right behind him stood Mr. Kujo.

"Um. Would you believe it if I told you I don't know either?" You answered, looking up at the man.

"Give me a break." The guy tipped his hat in front of his face. "You're a stand user, aren't you?"

"Yeah." You summoned your stand just to show him. He looked it over with a blank expression. This was odd. Two stand users in one day? You hoped these encounters wouldn't become a pattern.

"Do you know where the user is?" Jotaro asked abruptly. You paused, trying to wrap your head around the fast-moving situation.

"Its user was snooping around in the front office. He probably left after his stand started chasing me, but I'm not sure."

"Alright then." The man nodded, turning to leave.

"Hang on! Where are you going?"

"What does it look like? I'm going to track down the user." He looked back your way. "You coming?" He sighed. You stood in the darkened classroom, staring blankly at Mr. Kujo. Was he being serious?! Why was he so calm?!

"I-" You weighed your options. Either you helped this guy track down Blake and his stand, and possibly figure out more about your own stand; or you could just walk away and pretend you didn't see anything. Jotaro was just about to leave the room when you answered. "Wait up. I'll help." You relented.

"Just don't be a nuisance got it? And try to not get hurt."

"Yeah, got it." You nodded nervously.

You followed the man out into the hallway. It was like he had trained for the situation, and entered high alert mode.

"What's your name kid?" He asked while keeping his eyes on every possible place the stand could be hiding.

"Y/n." You said, trying to follow the man's gaze as it darted around.

"I'm Jotaro Kujo." He responded. "What about your stand?"

"What about my stand?"

"What's its ability?"

"I'm not sure?  Is it supposed to do something? I didn't even know what these were until yesterday. I haven't exactly had the time to experiment." You shrugged. Jotaro looked at you with a bit of annoyance.

"How much have you figured out so far?"

"The fact that they're called stands is the extent of my concrete knowledge sir." You told him nervously. This Jotaro guy was really intimidating. He sighed.

"Look, I don't have the time to give you every last detail so here are the basics:  Only stand users can see stands, only stands can touch or harm other stands, and damage done to a stand reflects onto the user, every stand has its own unique ability. Got it?"

"U-uh. Yeah, I guess so." You did your best to commit the rules to memory. Somehow you felt that knowing them would help you in the long run. As you blindly followed Jotaro, the uncanny feeling of being followed crept up your spine. Slowly, you turned around. Down the darkened hallway behind you was the stand, smiling and leaning against a wall of lockers. You cursed, Know Your Enemy was terrifyingly good at sneaking around.

"Have you ever heard of Sun Tzu?" Know Your Enemy smirked at you. Jotaro's attention was immediately brought to the stand as it slowly started walking towards you. "He was a Chinese military strategist during the 6th century. 'To know your enemy. You must become your enemy' it's a sentiment I can get behind!" The stand touched a nearby wall with its hand. A copy of the wall sprang up between where you and Jotaro stood. Affectively separating the two of you.

You frantically searched for the stand but there was no sign of it. The wall that had sprung up out of nowhere seemed to go on forever. You took out your own stand and had it punch the wall.

"Muda!"

"Ow!" Pain erupted in your hand. The same hand that your stand had used. It was a shock to experience the phantom pain for the first time. There was a small dent in the wall, but the copy held up. It was much sturdier than those pens you had stopped earlier. A nearby intercom buzzed.

"That's what you get for punching a solid wall!" Blake's voice taunted over the school intercom. "If you and Mr. Kujo just left the school on time like you were supposed to this wouldn't be happening." You tried to see if there were any doors nearby, but every single one as far as you could see had disappeared. "Now I'm going make this a very bad day for you both." Blake's laughter faded out as the intercom shut off. Suddenly the walls around began to move. There weren't many paths for to take, it was dark in the building, so navigating was quickly becoming more and more difficult. The halls around you didn't look familiar anymore, the walls had come to life, moving and configuring into something completely unrecognizable.

"Boo."

You turned around only for a fist to fly into your stomach. The force knocked you back and onto the floor. You clutched the area and groaned in pain as you slowly tried to stand.  When you looked up you were faced with the towering figure of Jotaro, and two more Jotaros walking up from behind him.

"Crap." You muttered as the Jotaros moved in to attack. The fighting experience you had in your life was negligible, so instincts were all you could rely on. As you summoned your stand you noticed something odd, navy-blue auras began to radiate off of each Jotaro.

The closest copy got to close for comfort so you kicked it in the shins. The copy reeled back, shifting in stiff, mannequin like positions before lifelessly falling to the ground. The one following received a punch from your stand. When the third copy tried to attack your stand his hand phased right through it, he stumbled past you and fell.

From what you could gather, the copies made by Know Your Enemy were tangible, material made by a stand. That's why the teacher could see the copy of Blake earlier, and why the Jotaro copies couldn't attack your stand directly. With all of your opponents on the floor you had the leverage to kick them. Using your stand, you got rid of the Jotaros, each were silent as their bodies shattered and disappeared. You stood alone in the empty hall, squinting into the darkness trying to decide on what to do next.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway and yet another Jotaro appeared. You took up your best imitation of a fighting stance, like the ones you had seen in movies. The 'Jotaro' raised both hands as if in surrender.

"Whoa! Slow down! I'm real!" 'Jotaro' smiled at you nervously. You watched him skeptically as he came closer. He moved stiffly, bending only at the joints as he walked.

"If you really are Mr. Kujo..." You glared at the newcomer. "What's the name of my stand?" You suspected this was a copy, and the way he was acting only made it more obvious.

"O-obviously your stand is named uh...." 'Jotaro' gave your stand a once over, a few beads of sweat trickled down his face. "Golden Wind?"

"Muda!"

You sucker punched the copy hard enough for it to shatter on impact. None of these copies seemed very bright.

"Jokes on you Fuxtaro. I haven't named it yet." Your stand's head turned to you. The robotic facial expression was still the same but something about the way it turned around gave an air of offense. Could stands get offended? "Don't look at me like that." You sighed. "We're in the middle of something. I'll—name you later...?" Your stand nodded, seemingly understanding the answer, and dissipated.

Taking a deep breath, you looked around at the surrounding walls, they were still shifting. The only thing that had really stayed the same was the tiled floor at your feet and the ceiling. There had to be a way out of here, right? First you had to find Jotaro, the real one. He seemed to know what he was doing.

There were no classroom doors nearby, but you noticed the security cameras. There was one right next to you, and another a few feet down the hall, a few feet after that was another. Did your school always have so many cameras? There was a red light blinking on the side of each one, indicating they were recording.

Slowly you made your way down a hallway to your left. You caught a glimpse of Blake's stand, as it ran past you, tapping you on the shoulder before running away. A wall appeared before you could chase Know Your Enemy.

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Meanwhile, Jotaro was also navigating the hallways of your school. He had attempted punching through the wall that shot up between you and him. Whatever stand user was doing this obviously wanted to mess with him. If he broke the walls with his stand it may invite the user to create more obstacles.

The stand causing this was obviously very powerful. Jotaro was caught off guard by this situation. Years had passed since he last battled a stand, years since he had summoned his own stand. Jotaro looked over at Star Platinum, the stand looked slightly different. Maybe it was his memory betraying him, but Star Platinum looked like it had changed colors. Jotaro brushed the strange thought aside and had Star keep a lookout for the enemy.

Jotaro's mind wondered to you for a moment. He had the odd feeling he knew you, but at the same time didn't.

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"What a drag. Here I thought this would be hard." Blake Greenmin giggled as he watched the wall of security footage in front of him. Blake smiled wickedly, turning on the school intercom. "Run and hide all you like; I can see everything in the school. You won't leave here alive!" Blake laughed maniacally as he turned the intercom off. "God you bastards are lucky copying people is hard. I can only give them simple commands..."

Blake glanced over the security footage. You and Jotaro were walking in completely different directions. Blake summoned Know Your Enemy and had it make a copy of you.

"Bring him here." He ordered.

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You made yet another futile attempt to navigate the hallways. This wasn't getting you anywhere. What else could you do? The red lights of the security cameras caught your eye again. Slowly, you approached the wall, summoning your stand. You had it reach up and smash the lens before quickly backing away. Quickly you looked up and down each hallway, waiting for something to attack. Nothing happened though.

Confused and tired you leaned against a nearby wall and slid down into a sitting position. Your stand just looked down at you as it remained standing.

"You wouldn't happen to have any ideas, would you?" You still weren't sure if this thing could think for itself or not. Much to your surprise your stand pointed at a nearby wall. You blinked a few times, trying to tell what exactly you were seeing. A few feet away you saw two strange lights, one was a gold-ish yellow, the other a familiar navy blue.

You squinted; the lights were moving away. You swung your hand in front of your face, and you were able to see the lights through your hand.

"What the hell?" you mumbled curiously. You got up and tried to move closer to the lights. The closer you got, the more the lights formed outlines. "Are you the one causing this?" You asked, looking at your stand. It shrugged.

Before you knew it, you were running, trying to keep up with the outlines, only to be abruptly blocked by a wall. No way was that of all things going to stop you. Immediately you had a theory. Your stand reached up to break the nearby security camera lens, before you could blink the wall standing in your way disappeared. It was one of the fake ones.

It was a long process of breaking random cameras before you finally got close to the source of the lights. You had rounded a corner but quickly ducked back behind it in shock. It wasn't every day you saw the back of your own head.

The copy wasn't attacking Jotaro. In fact it looked like it was leading him somewhere.

You stealthily followed the copy and Jotaro. If your hunch was right, it would lead you to Blake.

.......

Jotaro wasn't sure what to think when you waltzed up to him. Hadn't you been separated by the enemy? There was something off about you  now compared to earlier. Jotaro didn't have the time to question it, but there was something about the stiff way you walked that was off putting.

Your copy urged Jotaro to follow them to the front office.

"And here we are." Your copy said as it gestured to the office. "Blake should be in there."

"You're sure?" Jotaro asked skeptically.

"Yes."

You watched the exchange from a distance, not sure what you were supposed to do. Blake didn't like you in the slightest, and now knowing he had such a powerful ability, you could only imagine what he was ready to do.

Jotaro was led by your copy into the security room at the back of the office area. There was a large desk surrounded by a wall of screens, all showing black and white security footage.

"Okay we're here, now where is the user?" Jotaro watched your copy carefully.

"Oh my! It seems he left." Your double lamely lied. Jotaro glanced around the room, already weary from the clone's odd behavior. You followed Jotaro's gaze as it focused on the tiles in the ceiling. Strange, the ceiling tiles next to the wall were uneven, cut in half when they reached the wall. Almost like the wall was-

"Yare Yare. What a simple trick." Before you could even finish your thought Jotaro's stand appeared and destroyed the fake wall. The fake wall shattered and disappeared, revealing a flabbergasted Blake sitting at the surveillance desk. His expression quickly turned to one of malice.

"You saw through that?!" He yelled in disbelief.

Jotaro didn't say anything, he only glared at Blake while moving closer. The air in the room grew tense. Either stand could appear at any time, so who was going to make the first move?

"What are you going to do? Beat me up?" Blake backed away from Jotaro.

"That entirely depends on if you cooperate. Tell me how you got your stand." Jotaro said coolly.

Blake grit his teeth, that coupled with the way his body was shaking made it hard to tell if he was anxious or angry.

"Screw you!" Blake yelled having Know Your Enemy launch at Jotaro. In the blink of an eye Blake was on the floor, the beginnings of an impressive bruise already forming on his face.

Your copy was slowly creeping up behind Jotaro. Quickly swallowing your fear, you jumped in before it could do anything. When Jotaro looked your way you sheepishly waved and backed up a few paces, not wanting to become a victim to his wrath. The moment Jotaro was distracted a sly smile crept across Blake's face. In one fluid motion he picked up a nearby piece of paper and had Know Your Enemy make copies of it.

Before you could process what was happening a whirlwind of papers filled the front office, completely obstructing your view. It was like being hit by a wave, you flailed around a bit trying to  reorient yourself, but just as quickly as the paper appeared it vanished along with Blake.

You blinked a few times in disbelief, trying to wrap your head around what had just happened.

"He- got away?!" You exclaimed looking around the now vacant room. Jotaro was faced away from you. He was looking at the only door to the office. You could tell he was at least a little pissed off. At this point you gathered that it was maybe part of his personality. "Shouldn't we go after him or something?"

"No. Don't worry about it. With luck he learned a lesson and won't mess with you anymore. If he does want trouble though he'll show himself eventually."

"I don't understand how you're so calm in this situation." You sighed deeply, taking a seat on a nearby desk.

"You handled this well enough for someone with no experience."

"Thanks..." you and Jotaro sat on silence for a moment. Your gaze slowly crept over to the wall clock. "CRAP!" You bolted up and moved toward the door. "I need to get home!"

Jotaro mumbled something to himself as he followed you out of the office. Thankfully the walls in the school shifted back to normal and you found your backpack very easily.

"Kid wait a minute." Jotaro said, causing you to halt putting on your backpack. Jotaro pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it over to you. "If anything like this happens again I want you to contact me."

"SPW?" You asked, reading the seemingly random letters off the card. Under the letters there was a phone number.

"Just tell whoever answers that you need to speak with me and we'll be in touch."

"Alright then..." you placed the card in your wallet, bade Jotaro an awkward goodbye and walked home as fast as humanly possible.

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Blake stumbled past pedestrians and businesses with labored breathing. After finding himself a fair distance from the school he decided to stop and catch his breath.

"Dammit!" He seethed, leaning against the wall of an alley way and sitting down.

"It appears you've had a very rough day." A dark figure emerged from the opposite end of the alley. He was tall, and dressed...oddly. Blake tried to back away from the man, but he was pretty much cornered.

"H-hang on- I recognize you!"   Blake was tempted to scream but the man motioned to stay quiet.

"You've started realizing your full potential." The guy gave a sinister smirk in Blake's direction.

"How did you know that?" Blake pressed himself against the alley wall.

"You'll know in due time my friend." The guy stepped back, trying to show he meant no ill will. "I'm here to propose to you a partnership." Blake looked the guy up and down critically.

"You're kidding." Blake laughed humorlessly "No offense dude but I need some explanation."

"First I need you to tell me who got in your way today. Do you know their stand abilities? Their names?" The guy asked, growing impatient.

"How would I know their abilities? Kujo's stand is really strong that's for damn sure." Blake cringed, gently placing a hand on his bruised face.

"And the other one?" The guy pushed curiously.

"I didn't see them use their ability...they don't seem to really know what it is yet."

"What's their name?" Blake gave a malicious grin.

"Y/n Jones."

[sga-owns-my-soul]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks @wonkyelk and @esteefee for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

21 currently!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

27805! which is insane to me

3. What fandoms do you write for?

stargate atlantis 🥰

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Rodney McKay Has Worth (and not just for his brain) and Not Dating, but More Than Friends

Names Have Power

The Scientist and The Soldier

Expressions of Love and Trust

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! i don't always see comments but i definitely try to respond, even it's just to say thanks for commenting i'm glad you enjoyed it! it means a lot to me when people take time out of their day to not only read my fics, but to also leave a comment. i always appreciate it!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

for posted fics, probably Bludgeoned, it's very angsty and ends with an vague insinuation that rodney may or may not survive his latest off-world incident. for fics in general it's definitely my Bad Timeline au wip where nothing happy happens

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ronon Gets Mad at Sheppard, i think. i've got a lot of fics with a happy ending but i'm really proud of this one and how it turned out. it was a bit of a challenge bc i don't write ronon very often but it was really fun to get into his character and i'm happy with how things got wrapped up in that one, i think it's a very cute fic

8. Do you get hate on fics?

thankfully, no!

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

yesss i love writing smut 🙏🏼 im honestly surprised at how little smut i have on my ao3 honestly, i don't think i even have a kink fic posted which is my favourite kind of smut to write. i should fix that 🤔 (feel free to send me ideas!!)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i have written exactly one crossover in my life, i posted it unfinished on wattpad like a decade ago and it was a bones/one direction crossover where the boys got kidnapped by the gravedigger. i think i wrote like 4 chapters total before i abandoned it 😅

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of, and i really hope i never do. i have no issues with people sharing my fics but please don't claim it as your own!!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of, but i would be so honoured if someone did!!!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

i'm currently co-writing A Big Project with @the-mushroom-faerie but shhh it's a secret no spoilers

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

this will come as no surprise to anyone but it's mcshep 🥰🥰

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

so i had this idea for a fic about radek visiting rodney everytime he's in the infirmary, and it starts off with like a "hey can you sign off on these things cool thanks bye" but then after the storm he visits him and sees his arm and it progresses to radek getting very sad and stressed every time rodney gets hurt so he visits him in the infirmary. i've written a few scenes for it but it's such a big project that i doubt i'll ever finish it

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'm very very good at writing angst and sadness, probably bc i am a void of angst and sadness 😂

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

endings i'm so bad at endings i can't write endings for SHIT i feel like most of my endings suck lmao i also cannot do technobabble i'm not smart 😂

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i only speak my bastard native language so i have to rely on other people or google translate so i very rarely do it, but i think it's so cool when other writers can do it!!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

uhhhh i don't remember if it was one direction or dan and phil that i first ever wrote for, i wrote for both of them right around the same time

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

i really love all the fics i've written, both published and unpublished, but i think my absolute favourite fic i've written was this ficlet i posted here for a kiss prompt between ronon and jennifer (i just think it's so adorable and i love them and the little team dynamic/interaction is so sweet it's just so cute okay i love it)

Tags: @the-mushroom-faerie @spurious @frostysfrenzy @colonelshepparrrrd @frankthesnek and anyone else who wants to!!!

[ihavethedreamies]

Cherry | Juicy Fruit | Haechan

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan - NCT Dream)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~2.2k

Pairing: Haechan x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Couch Sex, Unprotected Sex (Don’t!!)

Summary: It all started with a cherry stem…

Author's Note: This series was supposed to be of drabbles, but as you can see by the word count, that didn't happen.

This is only vaguely based off of Smoothie…I say this because I got the idea for a fruit theme, but past that its unrelated.

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🍌 Jeno 🍌

🍑 Jaemin 🍑

🍓 Chenle 🍓

🍍 Jisung 🍍

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"Do cherries come from the same trees as the flowers?" Your boyfriend was holding one of the red fruits by the stem. It spun back and forth in the air with prompting from his finger tips, another one being chewed in his mouth. You could hear the pit clacking against his teeth as he sucked it clean.

"I don't think so…" You wondered what prompted the question, only briefly glancing up from your phone at him. You were sitting at your kitchen table to eat. You had been looking over the different delivery menus, spread across the surface and you were scrolling through your phone to see who was open. Not only was it past normal meal hours, which was normally not too much of an issue, it was some kind of political holiday that only old people cared about. The only problem was that most of the people that would make the food you wanted were said old people. It was also more of something for families, not young couples who did a lot of the baby-making practice but with not desired end product.

"Okay, this place is only open for fifteen more minutes so they're out." You took the noodle menu off the table, placing it on the discard stack.

"Anything else look good or do we need to go to the convenience store?" You asked and when he didn't reply, you slammed your hand down to get his attention. He startled and his wide eyes were really very cute, but you would never admit it out loud, even in private with just him. While you loved him to pieces, you were very reluctant to voice it. After trying to say he was annoying for so many years, you were loath to admit you didn't hate him. You never did, you were just in denial about how much you liked him despite your harsh words. He saw through it.

"Donghyuck!" You scolded and he blinked.

"What?" He emphasized the vowel, and you rolled your eyes. His shocked face softened to a smug grin as he watched you watch him put the next cherry in his mouth, the other pit still in his cheek. His tongue wrapped around the red orb as he took it between his lips, and you shook your head to pull your attention away. He huffed in amusement, you were such a tsundere.

"What are we having for supper? I only got snacks and stuff…" You poked the container holding the cherries. You had planned on eating out or getting delivery, but the stupid holiday interfered with your regular Saturday night plans.

"We could have each other." Donghyuck smirked, chewing the last bits of fruit off the pit before rolling the two around his open mouth playfully. He knew your eyes were not just on his face, but specifically his tongue. You swallowed hard and your eyebrows furrowed, mouth open to scold him again. He let the pits fall out of his mouth and onto the paper plate where the rest of them laid and his smug look turned bored.

"Idiot." You clicked your tongue, face pink, "I need actual food."

"Hm, you might, but I could just eat you?" He winked and your let out a disgusted grunt, getting up from the table and moving to leave the apartment and head down the street.

"(Y/N), wait!" He cooed at you, skipping to follow you. When you started to wiggle your foot to slip it into your sneaker, he kneeled down to tie his. You struggled to get the shoe on without untying it, so he leaned forward to help you get them on. The sweet gesture made your cheeks warm further, but you didn't say anything, so he helped you get the other on. He stood back up with a hop, still taller than you even though he was standing on the lowered part of the floor by the door.

"Ready, milady~?" He held his arm out for you to link with, but you just mumbled something and walked past him and out. Your boyfriend sighed dramatically but followed after you still. You always made up for your dismissive behavior after he railed you into the next morning, turning affectionate and playful. He continued to try and seduce you through the not subtle act of aegyo, and you kept shoving him away, especially as you walked down the road. Donghyuck held the door open for you as you entered the convenience store. The inside was just as dead as the streets, and it felt nearly surreal. You each shopped around a bit, and he got nearly twice as much food as you, and for some reason he felt the need to buy everything he could find that was cherry flavored.

"You know none of this stuff tastes like actual cherries, right?" you asked, watching him place the different candies and sweets down. The only thing you would actually consume was the cherry flavored cola he got as well.

"I know. That's what the actual cherries are for." He pointed out like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Not wanting to admit it even in your own head, the blank look he gave you was just as cute as everything else he did. It pissed you off a bit that he was so endearing. The tired cashier told you your price and your boyfriend had his card in the reader before you could even pull yours out. He took all of the bags as well and you opened the door for him that time.

"Did you need to buy all of that?" You grumbled, eyeing the five bags he was carrying.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Curiosity." He answered after donning a pondering look.

"Okay." You rolled your eyes, not caring enough to delve further into that line of questioning.

"Did you get everything cherry flavored?"

"Not everything…"

"What did you leave behind, cough syrup?"

"The condoms." He stated simply and you halted for a beat, then jogged to catch up.

"Why not?" You finally relented to ask. He tossed you a coy look, "they didn't have the right size." You halted a step but conceded his point and jogged to catch back up. When you finally got back to the apartment, he put the bags on the coffee table, and you grabbed your meal to heat it up in the microwave. As you plugged in the numbers, Hyuck came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

"What?" you asked flatly, and he whined pathetically, resting his cheek on the side of your head.

"Can't I hug my girlfriend?" You didn't reply to his question, so he took that as the go ahead to continue. As he smelled your food as it got done, he realized how famished he was and hurried to make his own. Some random variety show played on the TV while you both ate, he devoured twice as much food as you did in nearly half the time. Once you were both done and everything was cleaned up, he laid out all the cherry candies and snacks, as well as some real ones.

"We shall judge them for quality." He motioned broadly and you sat next to him at the coffee table. Hyuck was a bit surprised at how close you willingly sat, pressed to his side. You were warming up. You started to sort through them, pushing the ones you refused to try to the side.

"You need to have the full picture to make an informed decision." He told you with false condescension. He sniffed and picked up the first packet to rip it open. The fake cherry scent hit your nose and you sneered, reaching over the table to grab a real one. As you chewed, he started in on the candy and his face twisted, putting the bag down and grabbing a fruit himself. You pulled the pit from your mouth and set it on your napkin from supper and he did the same.

"Can you tie a knot with your tongue?" He held up one of the stems and you hummed.

"I don't know, I haven't tried." You took it from him, and he plucked another one off a cherry for himself.

"Let's see who can do it faster." He decided and you nodded in agreement and you both watched the other as you took the stems into your mouths. You focused hard, trying to maneuver the little piece with your tongue into the right configuration, but it was no use. When you almost choked on it, you pulled it out, nose crinkled.

"Nope." You turned to look at him and he stuck his tongue out at you, the tied stem resting on the surface

"How the heck!?" You grabbed the little stem from where it laid, looking it over.

"Want me to show you?" His tone had deepened, but you were too confused to register it.

"Yeah!" You turned to watch, not expecting his mouth to connect to yours. Your shocked inhalation allowed his tongue entry and you wanted to fight, but you also really didn't. Hyuck smirked into the kiss as you let out a tiny mewl, expertly twisting his tongue around yours. You moaned when he led you to straddle his lap, pushing the coffee table away with his foot. When you settled, his hands on your hips pushed you down, grinding your covered cunt over his hard cock. You whined, trying to pull back, but he held you still, sucking on your tongue so you couldn't easily pull back. He had a hard time not laughing when your entire body shuddered. Finally, he let you go, you leaned back, panting hard.

"Fucking hell-" Your fingers were clenching the fabric of his sweatshirt.

"I can do more than that~" He hummed playfully, and you blinked, "huh?" Your noise of question was followed by a yelp as he lifted you, setting you on the couch behind him, turning to he faced you. Another tug brought your butt to the edge of the cushion, and he took advantage of your surprise to yank your shorts and panties off without hinderance.

"H-Hyuck~!" You whimpered when he instantly brought his skillful tongue to your cunt, wriggling it inside, nose hitting your clit. You sighed shakily, legs twitching when he hummed, the vibration ringing through him to you.

"Wait-" You tried to get him to stop, extremely embarrassed at your position and feeling weird about how fast he was bringing you to climax. You shuddered again as his tongue left your core, stroking up through your folds to flick your clit. Your eyes were closed, so you didn't see his stupid grin right before he sucked on your clit hard. Hyuck's hands flew to your hips to hold them down as you came, helping you ride it out.

"Too bad I can't pop your cherry…" He mumbled, a little embarrassed at his stupid pun. You huffed in disbelief, having heard him perfectly fine even though he kind of hid it.

"Doesn't fucking matter, get inside me-" he had never heard you so impatient, but he was more than willing to abide. He removed your top as you helped him get rid of his own clothes, and your back barely hit the couch cushions before he was pressing into you. Even if you hadn't just came on his tongue, you were soaking wet, your gummy walls clenching desperately to his cock.

"Aw~ sweet girl~" He huffed in delight as your cunt quivered, getting used to the stretch and before you were fully acclimated, he started to move.

"Wait, Hyuck!" Your hands grabbed his shoulders. When he leaned over you move, he took your hands from him, holding them above your head with one of his. His lips hovered over yours, hips rolling slowly but hard, fat cock battering your back wall. You practically cried when he kissed you again, tongue reentering your mouth to capture yours. You were helpless under him, sanity quickly leaving between his cock in your cunt and his tongue down your throat. When air was getting a bit low, he finally removed his mouth from yours, moving it to your jaw and down the column of your throat. You whimpered with each thrust, getting steadily faster and harder as he sucked your skin. His goal was to make the hickeys are red as the cherries you both had been eating earlier.

"Hyuck, I~" You couldn't get the rest of your sentence out. His hand had let go of your wrists, both of them going to your waist so he could shift positions. He sat back up move, hiking your hips up to arch your back and after an extremely practiced and hard thrust, he chuckled as you came again. He groaned at the tight flutter of your walls and couldn't help but fall over the edge himself. You whimpered when he finally let your legs and hips relax, not pulling out of you yet. With a tired gaze, you watched him reach and grab a bottle you hadn't noticed before from the coffee table, barely within reach. He popped the cap on the red container, an equally red substance spilling out and dripping over your skin. You shivered at the cold, and he licked his lips.

"Hmm… cherry flavored (Y/N)~"

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[anxiousgaypanicking]

Caught

!another old and never posted fic. expect a few of these!

Intruality (Remus x Patton) Warnings: masturbating, getting caught, minor degradation, riding, sex A request from my Wattpad

They had said they were going out. Patton had opted to stay home, claiming he wanted to cook up a big dinner for when they got back.

Which, he did want to do, despite the fact he couldn't cook for shit, but preparing macaroni was easy and who didn't love macaroni?

But, there was something else he wanted to do, and as he listened to them scramble to get their things to pack for wherever they were heading, Patton shuts the door to his room. It's not sound proof, and he can hear their clatter, but it was only a matter of time before they left.

They had already said their goodbyes to him, so it was safe to assume that they didn't plan on coming to see him again, giving him ample time to treat himself.

He waits until the clambering outside of his door is at a minimum before he fishes lube out of his nightstand. He sets the bottle to the side, focusing on unzipping his jeans and tugging them and his boxers down just enough to expose his flaccid cock.

Hearing the boys shout at each other downstairs, Patton takes the time to lightly grab his cock, giving it a few soft strokes, as he tunes out the frantic shouting at each other from downstairs.

Instead, he thinks of some rather... impure things, regarding a specific impure side.

Even morality had some rather interesting fantasies, especially regarding that certain side. He had to come to terms with the fact masturbation was natural, and that it was normal for the majority of people to get horny, and after he got over that, he spent quite a bit of time satisfying himself.

As he works his cock up to full hardness, little gasps and quiet moans slip past his lips, as he steadily gets louder.

He's thankful his door is closed, and that the others are downstairs. Not that he's being too loud at the moment, but the walls aren't soundproof, and if they were upstairs then there was the chance someone would be able to hear him.

But that was something he wasn't going to worry about. They were all leaving anyway!

And as he hears the door shut downstairs, and as all the noise disappears, Patton lets a particularly loud moan slip past his lips.

He was soothed by the assurance that everyone else has left, and let himself completely relax against his abundance of pillows as his hand squeezes his cock again, before moving a bit faster.

"Fuck," he curses, freely letting himself express now that he didn't have to maintain a persona for the others. He lets his head fall back as he moans out "Remus." Due to his own noises, he doesn't hear the front door re-open from downstairs, or the rather loud footsteps stomping around.

He was too wrapped up in his own fantasies. His thumb strokes over his slit, smearing his own precum over his cock, and he moans out Remus's name again, blissfully unaware that a certain side just happens to be sprinting past his room at that moment.

Remus stumbles over his feet when he hears his name, and falls face first onto the floor.

Patton hears that, and can barely think about questioning it before his door is quite literally kicked down.

He gasps, and as he watches Remus look him over, his brain catches up the situation, and his body finally moves to respond, grabbing his blankets and quickly covering himself up with them.

"Remus, what are you doing here?!" he squeals, hands tightening on his blanket.

"What are you doing in general?!" Remus responds, eyes going from looking at the blanket, to back to Patton's face, to the blanket again. "You're getting off to me, without me?!" He's practically screeching at this point, and the noise makes Patton wince.

"I just- I- I-" Patton's stammering, and he's red in the face, and Remus seemingly gets the memo that he needs to tone himself down. Difficult, yes, but Patton looks ashamed and admittedly uncomfortable at the moment.

"That's hot," he blurts, deciding that that would be a good thing to say here. Instead of judging Patton for what he's doing, which is indeed what he was doing previously. Not because he thinks what Patton is doing is wrong (he does it all the time so it'd be incredibly hypocritical), but instead because he was surprised!

"Oh," Patton responds, not expecting that. "Uh... thanks?"

"Can I stay?"

"What about-"

"The others? I'll text them and say some shit. Can I Pat? Can I stay? Stay and help your cute, pathetic ass out?"

"Uh... I don't actually like that. Being called pathetic, and other things like that..." Patton says, and Remus nods, before apologizing. That did quite a bit to assure Patton, though, knowing that Remus genuinely gave a shit about that.

"But, yeah," he says with a sigh. "Yeah, you can say. Just- please don't tell the others!"

"I'll make something up, don't worry Patty-cake." He pulls out his phone and quickly sends something to the group-chat, before carelessly dropping his phone to the floor and rummaging through Patton's drawers.

After a bit of scavenging, he finds a small bottle of lube in his bottom drawer, that Patton ends up flushing at.

He climbs into bed afterwards, easily tugging away the blanket covering Patton, before tossing the lube into Patton's bare lap. Remus shuffles out of his own pants shamelessly, before turning back to Patton.

"Can I ride you? Pretty please, Patty-cake?" he asks, taking hold of the lube again. Patton turns a darker shade of red, before he nods.

"Yeah- yeah, Remus. You can."

Remus needs no further prompting, rushing to scoot to sit on Patton's legs, as he quickly uncaps the lube and graciously pours a ton into his hand, before hurriedly grabbing Patton's cock and giving it a few strokes.

His intent is to lube up Patton, but he also wants to give Patton quite a bit of pleasure. He licks his lips as Patton moans again, bucking up without hesitation into Remus's hold. Remus grins.

"That feel good, Patty-cake? You're so cute, did you know that? So pretty and so hot; I can't wait to draw even more noises from you."

Patton moans louder, and then whines when Remus pulls his hand away.

"Do you- do you need to be stretched?" Patton asks, as Remus sits up on his knees.

"Nah. I shove enough up my ass that taking your cock will be a piece of cake," Remus responds, honestly. He then snickers. "Or, more like a piece of cock."

Patton laughs under his breath, and it makes Remus grin, before he re-focuses on sex. He grabs Patton's cock, using his free hand to grab Patton's shoulder and steady himself, before he lines Patton's cock up with his ass.

He then sinks down with no warning, taking Patton's entire length in one go. He groans, before tightening his grip on Patton's shoulder. "Fuck, Patty," he breaths out, rolling his hips. Patton's hands grab his waist, sweetly rubbing at his hips, and Remus is tempted to tease him for being so sweet.

He doesn't wait long before he lifts his hips, and roughly brings himself down onto Patton's cock, both of them moaning at the action.

"Pat- Pat," he says, lifting himself back up almost immediately. He was never one for being patient. "You feel so good, Pat. Doing so good. Letting me ride you- fuck!" he cuts himself off as he brings himself down again, Patton's hands squeezing his hips.

Patton believes he's going to lift himself up again, deciding that Remus is more focused on riding his cock, before Remus leans forward and pushes their lips together. His hands slide from Patton's shoulders to his shirt, where he runs his hands over Patton's clothed chest. Patton decides to give him the same treatment, and slide his hands up Remus's shirt and feel over his abnormally thin chest.

While doing so, Remus raises his hips again, and slams himself down once more, before immediately repeating the process. He sets a rhythm of bouncing on Patton's cock, letting out gasps and groans against Patton's mouth.

Patton's far louder, which is quite the surprise when he's up against Remus, but he can't help the fact that this feels good. Remus's ass around his cock, clenching and squeezing his shaft, he can't help but moan every time Remus sinks back down.

Remus goes down again, and suddenly his head is thrown back in a loud moan. "Fuck!" he exclaims, followed by a whine. "Fuck, Pat- fuck!" He positions himself when he rises in order to sink down and hit that spot again, and he does.

His legs are shaking when he rises again, pleasure coursing through his body every time Patton's big cock nails his prostate.

"Remus," Patton eventually gasps out, prompting Remus to cup his face.

"Yeah, Patty?" he asks, in between pants of his own, his bouncing never faltering.

"Close," he moans out in response, earning a breathy laugh from Remus. Remus pulls him in for another kiss, before saying "come on, my sweet Patty-cake. Come inside of me. I want you to fill me up so bad."

Patton moans, his hands sliding back down to Remus's waist. He squeezes the skin there as Remus keeps bouncing, before he suddenly slams Remus down on his cock, and leans against Remus's chest as he comes inside of him.

They both moan at the feeling, before Remus grabs his own cock, and quickly strokes it until he comes over his hand and Patton's clothed chest.

They stay like that for a moment, before Remus lifts himself off Patton's cock, grabbing the moral side and pulling him down into cuddles. Patton happily lets him, both of them silently deciding that they'll clean up later.

And, speaking of later, Patton quietly says "Remus? Can we... can we talk about this later?"

Remus hums, holding Patton closer. He doesn't care they're both naked from the waist down, or that his arms are wrapped around Patton's chest and pressing against the come-soaked fabric.

"Yeah. But specifically later. 'M too tired to deal with emotional bullshit."

They both laugh quietly, before Remus pulls Patton a bit closer, nibbling lovingly on his neck until he ends up asleep and snoring, and Patton drifts off mere moments later, neither of them caring about the fact that there was a chance the others could get home before they woke up.

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'Home To Hawkins' Chapter 12: Secret's Out

‘Home To Hawkins’ is an Eddie Munson/ Stranger Things Inspired Fanfiction

By: MoonFlowerWrites on WattPad

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Hey everyone! Here’s another chapter of my Eddie Munson fan-fic! I’ll be posting a chapter for this every few days, so check for updates. :) This is kind of a strangers to friends to lovers story. There will be smut and mature content in this chapter/ story, so please stop reading if you’re not 18+. Thanks for checking out my story and I hope you enjoy it!! xx

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A/N: Hello! I apologize for such a large gap between chapters. To be completely honest, I was extremely busy and overwhelmed over the Christmas holiday. My family is a lot to handle and I'm just now feeling better after a long weekend with them. I hope you enjoy this chapter!! I'll have another available in a couple of days, and back to my regular posting schedule after that. :) Thank you for being so understanding. Every one of you mean the world to me, more than you could imagine. I was in such a dark place before I started writing this story. It's been a great way to get out of my own head, even if just for a while.

Thanks Again, Abbey xx c: <3

(a/n is from original chapter, I am aware it's no longer the holidays <3)

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Word Count: 11, 255 words c:

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After only a few beeps of Eddie's alarm clock, I was awake and leaned over so that I could turn it off. The room was pitch black but I somehow managed to do it. I stretched out some of my sleepiness before I slid out of bed, trying my best not to wake Eddie. He seemed not to hear the noise from the alarm, and I was relieved; He deserved some good sleep.

Ever since Eddie told me how often he suffered from terrifying nightmares, I couldn't help but worried about him. He said that he hadn't had one since we started seeing each other but I knew that I wasn't the sole reason for his relief. I hated that he still lived in fear because of whatever happened to him in the Upside Down. He did not deserve that, not at all. It was also gutting to know that there was a possibility it hadn't been fully destroyed. From everything that Max had relayed to me in our past phone calls, Hawkins was safe, but was there truly any way to know that for certain?

It has to be destroyed... They all swear that it was.... They can't go through this again... I'm sure the fires are just a coincidence... They must be... They have to be...

I grabbed my black overnight bag and headed into the bathroom. Eddie's uncle still wasn't home, but I figured he would be soon enough. It would be safe to change in the bathroom, in case he got home while I was showering, as opposed to our first meeting being with me dressed in only a towel. I was a tad bit anxious to meet him but in a good way. Knowing how important it was to Eddie, I wanted to make a good impression. He hadn't introduced anyone to his uncle before and I'd never met the parents of anyone who I was seeing. My relationships had all been fairly casual, up until now. The only "boyfriend" I ever had was some random kid in middle school named Jacob. I couldn't even remember his last name, that's how short-lived it had been.

Come to think of it, we never broke up... We sort of just stopped talking to each other... I guess if Eddie ever asks me to be his girlfriend, I'll have to tell him that I'm taken... Oh well...

I laughed quietly to myself, recalling my past flippancy toward relationships, as I shut the bathroom door behind me and switched on the lights. I pulled back the mint-green shower curtain and reached into the ceramic, blue tub to turn the water on. As the water was heating up, I slipped out of my clothes and brushed though my tangled hair before stepping in. The hot water crashing onto my cool skin would be the perfect way to wake up. It had gotten a little cold in Eddie's room last night, but I stayed wrapped up against him to stay warm. Normally, I hated sleeping so close to someone, but it felt natural with Eddie. It was hard to imagine ever getting used to staying the night with him.

•••

After I was done in the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel to dry off. Eddie's shampoo smelled amazing, like pine, but the lack of conditioner was a little frightening. It was a mystery as to how he had such perfect curls without properly taking care of them. That was just some of his magic, I guessed. I'd have to grab some stuff at the store to keep over here, since he wouldn't mind, but for now I could just rake some oil through my hair to make up for the lack of softness. I brushed though my wet hair before I rubbed some oil between my palms and ran it through my combed strands. After washing to oil off of my hands, I brushed my teeth until I felt clean again. I thought about sneaking back into Eddie's room to finish getting ready for work, but I had heard a door open and wasn't quite sure if it was Eddie waking up or his uncle getting home. I decided to put a little makeup on in here before walking out.

My outfit for the day was one that I had worn a million times before but remained as one of my favorites. There was nothing wrong with having a go-to outfit, in my opinion. Everyone these days were obsessed with having everything be nice and new, but I was always one for the classics. If it still worked, why change it? I paired my perfectly worn-out, high-waisted blue jeans with my coveted Cramps t-shirt and a black long sleeve underneath. I slipped on my socks and citrine necklace before putting some makeup on. One more glance at myself in the mirror showed me that I was ready for the day. I confidently opened the door to the bathroom, ready to see whoever was on the other side.

Eddie's bedroom door was still closed so I made my way out to the living room. Standing there, going through his work bag, was who I could only assume was Eddie's uncle. He was wearing a button-up work shirt with his name, Wayne, stitched on the chest. His jeans were dirty from a hard night of work, and he seemed like he was lost in his search for something in his bag until he must have heard me. He glanced around the room until he noticed me standing there in the kitchen.

"Well, hello there," he said softly as if to not wake Eddie, who he now knew was the one still sleeping.

"Hi, Mr. Munson," I said as I set my bag on the counter and went over to shake his hand.

"Violet, I'm guessing?" He asked as he held out his hand for me.

"Yes, nice to meet you. How'd you know who I was?" I asked as I firmly shook his callused hand.

"My nephew hasn't stopped talking about you for about a week now," he said with a sweet laugh as he dropped my hand. "It's good to finally meet you, too. Want a cup of coffee or anything?"

"Oh, it's alright. You don't have to," I said, just trying to be polite.

"You sure? I was just getting ready to put a pot on for myself. S'no problem at all," he replied as he started walking into the kitchen.

"In that case, yes I will take a cup. Thank you," I said as I went back to stand next to the counter.

"Do me a favor and grab us a couple mugs from the wall over there," he said pointing to a wooden rack full of colorful mugs.

"Will do," I said as I walked over to the rack, grabbed us two mugs, and set them on the counter while the coffee started to brew.

"So, why are you up so early this morning?" Wayne inquired as he led us over to sit on the couch while we waited. "Couldn't sleep? Sorry if it gets a bit cold in here. These old walls don't keep the heat in like they used to."

"Oh no, I slept just fine, Mr. Munson. I'm used to this time of the day. I usually have to be into work pretty early. I run the Family Video over on the other side of town," I answered.

"Oh, wow," Wayne said as he rubbed his chin. "That's mighty impressive. How did you swing that?"

"My grandparents owned the store before me. When they, um- when they passed, we found out that they still owned it and with nobody else to run it, I took it over," I said with a bit of hesitation but wanting to open-up to him.

"I'm sorry I pried, Violet," Wayne apologized but there was no reason for him too.

"You don't need to apologize," I said with a reassuring smile.

"Well then, let me go grab us some coffee so you can properly start you day," he said as he patted me softly on the shoulder before standing up to head into the kitchen.

He continued before pouring our drinks, "you take anythin' in your coffee? We're out of milk but we've got some sugar, if you'd like that."

"Just sugar is perfect," I said with a smile as he got the mugs together.

When Wayne was done brewing the pot of coffee for us, he returned it to its spot on the counter and brought my mug over to me. I gave it a few moments to cool down, but I couldn't wait too long. The wave of tiredness would soon sweep over me if I didn't get some caffeine in my system, and fast. I needed to get heading into work soon, but I was enjoying my morning with Wayne and was hoping that Eddie would be awake before I had to leave.

"So, how was work last night? Eddie said you've been working nights again," I asked before I took my first sip of the deliciously sweet coffee.

"Yep, I have, and it was alright. Just gotta do what I gotta do," he said with a slanted smile.

"Eddie talks very highly of you," I said as I looked into his kind, soulful eyes. "I can tell how proud he is to have you as his uncle."

"That boy means the world to me," he said, trying not get choked up thinking about the love he had for Eddie. "What has he told you about his situation, if you don't mind me asking?"

"A lot, actually," I answered honestly. "He told me about his parents and how you took him in when he was little. I can't imagine how somebody could leave a child like that but he's lucky to have you. It takes a special kind of person to show someone unconditional love like that."

"You're too kind," Wayne said, humbly. "He really told you all that?"

"I mean it, and yes, he did. From everything he's said, I can tell he loves and respects you a lot," I said as I heard a noise from the back of the trailer.

Wayne and I both turned our attention to the hallway as Eddie came stumbling out of his room. He rubbed his tired with his hands before coming into the light of the kitchen. He did a double take when he saw me sitting with his uncle. A smile started to form on his face as he made his way over to us. Dressed only in his boxers, I tried my best not to blush, but he looked so good.

"Good morning," Eddie grumbled as he walked into the living room. "What's all this?"

"Just having a cup-of-joe with this lovely lady of yours right here," Wayne answered as he took a long sip of his unsweetened black coffee.

"Your uncle was just telling me all of the embarrassing stories he had about you," I teased as Eddie's eyes widened and then narrowed intensely as he glared at his uncle and me.

I continued as I stood up, "thank you for the coffee, Mr. Munson. I've gotta get heading into work, but I appreciate this so much."

"Anytime, honey," Wayne said from the couch as I went over to wash my mug out in the sink. "You can call me Wayne, by the way. 'Mr. Munson' sounds too formal."

"You've got it, Wayne," I replied with a slight wave.

As I made my way back into Eddie's room to grab my tote bag, I could hear him and his uncle talking about me. It was dead quiet in the trailer, other than their voices, so I stood by the door and listened in on them. I felt a little guilty for eavesdropping but once I started, I couldn't stop myself.

"So?" Eddie asked.

"She seems like a great girl, kid. She likes you a lot, I can tell," Wayne replied, sounding like he was now standing in the kitchen, so I could hear him clearly.

"You really think so?" Eddie asked nervously.

"I know so. You've got a good one there," Eddie's uncle replied confidently. "Don't let her go."

"I don't ever plan on it," Eddie said, and I could practically hear him smiling from through the door. "She means everything to me."

They kept talking for a minute, but had grown quiet and I could no longer hear them as clearly as before. After his uncle's sweet words and Eddie's certainty about us, I could hear him making his way back into his room. I bolted over to the bed and acted like I had been making it before he walked in. Eddie walked right up to me, spun me around, and pulled me into him. My arms melted around his waist as he held me close.

We stayed like that for a long moment, just drinking each other in. I had my head nestled in his chest and he ran his fingers through my hair, sending chills rippling through me. I almost teared up, not wanting to leave him today. I felt so much closer to him after spending another night together and then meeting the most important person in his life. Hearing what he'd said about me when he didn't think I could hear him had warmed my soul; Everything was coming together.

"Mm, I wish you could stay," Eddie said as we started pulling away, still holding onto each other's arms.

"I know, I know," I said as I reached up and rested my hand on his soft cheek. "I told you, soon. Once the store is under control, I can take a couple days off and maybe we could go somewhere together."

"Just let me know when, and we'll get the hell out of this town the second we can, just me and you," Eddie said as he pulled me in for a kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as our lips moved together as one. The idea of spending a weekend away with Eddie sounded like a dream. As we swirled our lips slowly together, I couldn't help but fantasize about going on an adventure with him.

Maybe we could go camping or rent a little cabin together... Maybe even head into the city and see a concert or something... Just being anywhere with him alone would be nice... Fuck... I need to get the store under control so that we can take some time away... I like him so fucking much...

After our long moment of early-morning passion, I needed to get heading out for work. Today would be easy enough, seeing as it was only Tuesday, but I still had to get there on time. Thankfully Eddie lived relatively close to the diner, so I would still have time to grab some drinks and breakfast on the way in. I hadn't asked Steve if he wanted anything to eat when I'd offered to get us coffee, but I was fairly hungry and figured that he would be too. It was a relief knowing that I would be working with him today. He always made the day go by fast.

Eddie quickly slipped into some black and grey plaid Metallica pajama bottoms, the shirt that he'd borrowed from me with their same logo, and put on his black leather jacket so that he wouldn't be cold as he walked with me out to my car. He almost looked too good to leave, even just dressed in his pajamas. I hated leaving him, but I had no choice, as the store and my team were depending on me.

I can't wait until we hire more help... I need a fucking break...

Wayne was in the bathroom taking a shower when we came out of Eddie's room, so I would just have to tell Eddie to say goodbye to him for me. As we sat putting our shoes on together in the living room, he started asking what my plans for the rest of the week were.

"So, what are you doing tonight?" Eddie inquired as I laced up my Docs.

"Max invited me to the arcade. You're going too, aren't you?" I asked as I waited for Eddie to slip his boots on. "What are you getting into?"

"I'm gonna stop by for a bit, I think. We usually have band practice, but some of the guys are busy tonight," Eddie said with a playful smile. " And I have some 'errands' I've got to run today. Gotta make money somehow."

Eddie put air quotes around his clever word choice, and I immediately knew what he meant. He hadn't met up with anyone to sell them weed, and I figured with how good his supply was, that his customers were anxious to get their hands on some more.  I would never judge him for how he made his money, but I knew that he didn't want his uncle to hear him. He was doing what he had to do to get by, and frankly I respected him for it. There wasn't anything about his "job" that would make me think any differently about him.

"What are you doing after the arcade, if you wind up going? Do you want to stay over?" I asked, hoping he would be free.

"Yeah, I should be free," he answered coyly. "What about Wednesday?"

"I've got a dinner with Max and my aunt, so I don't know how late I'll be out," I said.

"Well, I'll be here working on my campaign if you want to stop by," Eddie offered as we started walking outside.

"I will if it's not too late," I said as I rifled for my keys in my bag.

"Oh, and I have a show at The Hideout on Friday. I'd love to see you there," Eddie said with that pretty smile of his.

"You know I will be," I said to him as I finally found my keys and looked back at him. "I can't wait to see you play again. Nothing could make me leave this time, I promise."

Once my car was unlocked, Eddie put my overnight bag into the backseat. He shut the door behind him and leaned against my car. He reached for my hands and pulled me in for a short kiss. I held his hands in mine when I pulled away, keeping my body pressed against him for warmth. The cool wind whipped around us as we spent the last bit of our morning together.

"Oh, my uncle wanted me to ask you if you'd want to come over for dinner on Sunday. He'll be off work for the first time in a few weeks, so he was wondering if you wanted to go out for burgers or something," Eddie said as he looked down at me and brushed my hair behind my ear.

"I'd love that! Will you tell him I said bye when he's done in the bathroom? I feel bad that I couldn't see him again before leaving," I replied as I moved to open my door.

"Of course, I will," Eddie said as he leaned in my car door while I sat down in the front seat. "You gonna tell me what you two were talking about before I woke up?"

"We we're just getting to know each other," I answered as I smiled up at him.

"So, nothing embarrassing like you said?" He asked as he crossed his arms.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I teased as I put the keys into the ignition and turned my station-wagon on. "See you later, Eds."

"You're not getting off that easy. I'll get it out of you," Eddie said with a devilish smile as he leaned down to kiss me goodbye.

He held my face in his hands as he pressed his lips against my forehead before pulling me in for a real kiss. His ice-cold rings sent a pleasing chill fluttering through me. I moved my lips with him for a moment before he stepped back so that I could close the door. After I shut it, I rolled my window down before I pulled away.

"Bye, Eddie," I said with a small wave.

"Drive safe, sweetheart," he replied as he waved goodbye back to me. "See you tonight."

I rolled up my window as I pulled away. I could see Eddie in my rearview, standing in his doorway while he watched me leave. He always did that I couldn't help but smile that he seemed like he couldn't get enough of me. Being wanted and desired was something that I wasn't used to but a welcome change. I'd always felt so lonely before meeting Eddie. I was content enough with my life, but I guess I didn't know what I was missing. He had completely flipped my idea of what a partner could be. It was as if the universe had personified exactly the person that it knew I needed. I felt so lucky to have found him.

•••

As I made my way to grab some breakfast and coffee, I blasted some Fleetwood Mac, per usual. I was determined to have a good day after the amazing morning that I'd had, and Stevie Nicks was the best way to put me in the best mood. I turned down the road that the diner was on and bobbed my head along to the end of the tape.

The waitress that was usually there, Pamela, was in today and it was always nice to see her. She threw in the muffins for free this morning and I made sure that I tipped her very well. She always made my day when I saw her. She had become a pleasant constant in my life that I was building here in Hawkins.

After securing two coffees and a couple of blueberry-streusel muffins, I headed toward the store. This morning had just been the perfect start to my day. Meeting Eddie's uncle had gone even better than I thought it would. The sight of Eddie being so nervous when he woke up and saw us talking was priceless. It was beyond adorable seeing him like that. I was glad that I had the opportunity to get to know Wayne alone at first. I could see in his eyes how much he loved Eddie, and it warmed my otherwise cold heart.

Eddie didn't deserve any of the things that had happened to him in this life. I mean, nobody truly deserved to be left by their parents or almost killed in an alternate dimension, but Eddie was nothing other than kind, and thoughtful, and caring. With the way he carried himself, you would never know about the darkness of his past. No matter what he was going through inside, he never let it show, unless you were someone very, very close to him. I always felt honored when he would open himself up to me.

I hope he knows he doesn't ever have to pretend to be strong around me... I love seeing his vulnerable side, the true Eddie...

•••

My thoughts were consumed with Eddie as I pulled into the video store parking lot that I almost missed seeing the other car that was parked in the lot. Leaning against his burgundy BMW was none other than Steve. There was something about him that looked different this morning, even more put together than usual. He was wearing some new sunglasses, nice slacks, a tailored brown jacket, and his hair looked particularly styled today. I parked my car next to him and noticed that he was beaming when I got out of my car and walked up to him.

"Good morning, Steve," I said as I handed him his black coffee with cinnamon and the bag containing his blueberry-streusel muffin.

"It is a damn good morning, Violet," Steve said as he slung his arm around my shoulder and walked me to the back of the store to get it unlocked.

"What's with you today?" I asked with a laugh as we walked together.

"I took your advice, is all," Steve replied as we rounded the corner behind the store.

He continued while I unlocked the door and held it open for him, "I called Nance again last night and told her that I didn't just want to hang out with her, that I wanted to take her on a date."

"And?" I asked as we flipped on the lights for the store and went to put our stuff in the lockers. "What did she say? Yes, I'm assuming?"

"Yes, she said yes," Steve sang loudly as he pulled me in for a hug and nearly squeezed the life out of me.

"Steve, Steve, I can't breathe," I tried to say, but my voice was muffled from being pressed against his chest.

"Sorry, sorry," Steve said as he released me. "My bad for strangling you. I'm just so fucking relieved."

"I'm so happy for you, friend," I said as we walked into the main part of the store to get the cash registers open for the day. "When are you guys going out?"

"Tonight!" Steve answered as we counted the cash in each of the drawers. "Holy shit, I get to see her tonight."

"Breathe Steve, breathe," I said, trying to keep him calm. "So, where are you taking her?"

"There's this Italian restaurant that's pretty good called Enzo's," Steve said, unable to wipe the wide smile from his face.

"Ooh, fancy," I teased while I went over to check the returns bin and get the front doors unlocked.

"I just- I just feel like everything is falling back into place," Steve said excitedly. "I know you don't know her yet but you're going to love her."

"I can't wait to meet her, Steve," I replied as I walked back over to the register area. "Bring her to Eddie's show on Friday. You're going, I assume?"

"Shit, I should," Steve said as he started considering the idea. "Well, I'll ask her what her plans are if tonight goes well."

"It will Steve, it will," I said as our first customer started walking through the doors. "Do you mind getting this guy taken care of? I need to make a few calls to set up interviews. I'm going to have people come in on Thursday to find us a store manager and a couple more associates to bring onto the team."

"Go ahead. I've got this," Steve said as he motioned toward the back of the store. "Just don't hire any losers."

"Thank you," I said as I started walking back to my office. "And I'll try not to."

"No, thank you," Steve called after me.

I closed the door to the office behind me and got to work calling the numbers from the list of applicants that I had compiled. If this round of interviews didn't go well, we would just have to regroup and try again. Not wanting to fail myself and the team, I had a lot riding on Thursday going well. As much as I was enjoying my time here, running the store was indescribably stressful. The amount of pressure that I felt was nearly crippling, but I was trying my best to hold it all together. Nothing in my life had prepared me for the challenge that I had taken on by choosing to run this store. I didn't need their support, but sometimes I wished that my parents had given me some advice before I left home.

I have to do this on my own... I don't need them... I can't keep wasting my time, hoping that they'll someday be different...

•••

After I got the calls that I needed to make, done, the interviews were all squared away, and I went back out to the main part of the store to help Steve with a few customers that had been coming in. I was excited to tell him that everything was finally coming together. We desperately needed help at the store, especially with balancing all our books. I was starting to feel like I was underwater with all the clerical work that I had been doing and feared that it was too much for me to handle.

We had 13 perspective team members coming in on Thursday and they all seemed like qualified candidates. I only had space on our payroll to bring on a manager and two more employees, in addition to eventually hiring Max. I hoped that the store would be cleared as safe soon and that I could bring her on the team after that. It was completely understandable why her mom was hesitant to let her work with me until we found whoever robbed and started a fire in the store. Putting Max in any sort of danger was the last thing I ever wanted to do. If her mom knew the truth about the Upside Down and what happened with Vecna, I was sure that she would never again let her leave their house. I just had to be patient and let the police chief get everything figured out.

As if by some weird twist of fate, just as I was thinking about him, Chief Hopper came marching through the door. He looked around the store for a second before his eyes met mine. He had an unnervingly stern look on his face that was hard to read. It was clear that he wasn't here to browse for movies when he beelined right for me.

"Miss Bradford, we need to talk," he started, skipping any pleasantries.

"Of course, Chief. What seems to be the problem?" I asked as a nervous chill rolled down my spine.

"Do you have somewhere we can talk in private?" He asked as he crossed his arms.

"Oh, yes. Follow me," I said as I walked out from behind the front counter and started to lead him back into the office, where I had just been. "We can go to my office back here."

As I walked Chief Hopper to the back of the store, I caught Steve's eyes. He had a worried look on his face, but I tried not to let it get to me. I kept my cool as I opened the door to the office and sat down at my desk. The chief closed the door behind us and took a seat in the chair across from me.

"So, I assume that you know why I'm here," Hopper said sternly.

"Is this about the robbery? Have you found Paul, yet? Or any more information about what happened?" I asked, slightly rambling with my questions but trying to stay as calm as possible.

"You mean to tell me that you don't know?" he asked as his thick eyebrows furrowed.

"No, I don't. I'm in the dark here, sir," I said as I leaned forward on the desk.

"I apologize. I figured you heard the news since it broke this morning," the chief replied, ever so slightly softening his tone, but keeping a stoic look plastered on his face.

He continued after taking a moment to gather all his thoughts, "I did a welfare check at the address we could find for Paul. We needed to confirm his whereabouts and question him about the robbery, but when we located his property, we found that his house and the surrounding area had been burnt to a crisp."

"What do you mean, chief?" I asked as the shock began to take over.

"What I mean, Miss Bradford, is that his house, the trees, and the yard around it all have fire damage. We found his car still parked in the garage and bags packed by his front door," he continued. "We haven't been able to locate him. Being that you were the last person to see him, I have to ask if you know what happened or been in contact in any way."

I gulped before mustering a reply, "the last time I had contact with him was when I was kicking him out of the store. He said he was on his way to Florida for work but- but I swear, I haven't seen or heard from him since. One of our employees said that his "job offer" was a scam, so I figured that he just skipped town or didn't want to show his face here again after I forced him to leave. Did you find anything at his house that might point to where he actually went?"

"Well, there is something else that I wanted to discuss with you," Hopper said as he rubbed at his chin. "We found a bag in a back closet in his house. There was what looked like a bundle of singed cash. Nothing was salvageable from the damage, but I now feel comfortable in saying that he was the one that robbed the store."

"Wow... I thought it was him, but at least knowing it was makes me feel a bit better," I replied. "And there's really no sign of him?"

"No. We have our guys on it, but it doesn't look good," Hopper said. "I can't divulge too much about an open case, but they are searching for human remains on his property. From how the scene was laid out, it appears that he was preparing to leave town when the fire broke out. We're unsure if he was able to flee or- or if he died at the scene."

"Oh, holy shit," I said, taking in everything he had told me, finally realizing the gravity of his questions from earlier.

A fire? Another fire? It can't be... This can't be happening... What if this is the Upside Down... I don't know if I should tell him about the fires or talk to the others... Does he really think I had something to do with Paul disappearing? He doesn't think that I killed him, does he? Oh god...

"Holy shit is right," the chief said as he leaned back in his chair.

"What do you think?" I inquired. "Do you think he left, or do you think he's dead? Do we have to worry about him coming back to the store?"

"In my opinion, I don't think you'll be seeing him again. As of right now, especially with what you've relayed to me, it's not looking good," he replied. "I can send a patrol by here a few times a day until we have more answers and we're going to keep surveillance on the crime scene when it's done being worked."

"You asked if I had seen him, so can I ask, am I a suspect or something?" I asked with an air of uneasiness as I even spoke the words.

"No, I don't believe you were involved. I had to ask, seeing as you were the last person who saw him," Hopper answered honestly. "I hope you understand, I'm just doing my job. These are just the kinds of questions I have to ask with cases like this."

"No, I completely get it. I'm not offended, Chief. I just-" I started before taking a moment to collect myself. "This is all very overwhelming. I mean, the guy was an asshole and a thief, but he didn't deserve this. And you're sure it was a fire?"

"Couldn't have been anything else," the chief said as he started to get up and I followed suit. "The trees, the inside of the house, and even some of the grass was burnt all around it. We had to have the fire guys put out all the red embers that were left. Never seen anything like it."

My heart sank with the chief's final statement. I realized that I had to fill him in on what I and the others had been suspecting. Unsure of how to approach it, I wanted Steve to help me. After all, he had a history with Hopper and had much more experience with the Upside Down. If these fires were tied to that twisted, alternate dimension, we would need the chief on our side to get this situation handled properly. Steve would know how to approach this better than I would on my own.

"Chief? Can we go find Steve so we can talk to you about something?" I asked as I was met with a puzzled look from Hopper.

"Sure. What about?" He asked as he held the door open for me.

"Hopefully nothing," I answered ominously as I looked around for Steve, needing his support to have this heavy conversation.

Seeing as the store was empty, I went to lock the front doors and flipped the sign to show that we were closed. The last thing we needed was somebody overhearing this conversation that wasn't supposed to. We walked over to Steve, who was organizing the returns from last night at the front counter. I wasn't sure if I was quite ready to have this conversation, but I had to rip the Band-Aid off.

"Hey Hopp, what's up?" Steve asked as he shook the chief's hand.

"Hi, Steve. I was wondering the same thing," Hopper replied as he leaned against the back counter and I went to stand next to Steve, who was flashing me some major side eye.

Hopper continued, "your boss here was just telling me that you guys had some information for me."

"Steve, the chief told me that he went and searched Paul's house and found a whole bunch of fire damage," I said as Steve's eyes widened.

"Oh shit, I see," Steve said as he looked back toward the chief who had an equally puzzled look on his face.

"Can one you fill me in here, please?" He asked with a frustrated tone.

"That's not the first fire to happen," I answered solemnly.

"Elaborate, you two. Or we can go down to the station if that's easier?" The chief offered.

"She means that we've been noticing some weird coincidences again," Steve explained. "There was fire here at the store when it was robbed, there was one by Lover's Lake the other night, and now this."

"I also saw a deer in the trailer park that had these strange, glowing-red eyes. It was the same bright red glow of the embers that have been left behind at every fire," I spoke up.

"You don't think it's..." Hopper started to wonder.

"We don't know," Steve quickly answered.

"Shit. Shit! Okay, let me talk to Joyce but we need to get to the bottom of this. Are you two free on Thursday?" The chief asked and we both nodded.

He continued when we read our reactions, "okay. Meet me at my place then. 8 o'clock. Steve, you know where it is. Who else know about this?"

"Just us, and Dustin, and Robin, and Eddie," Steve answered.

"Fuck... Well alright, bring them, too," the chief said as he lifted his hat and scratched his head.

"Will do," Steve said. "And Hop, we'll get it figured out. We closed all the gates and El destroyed the link between our worlds. We all saw it. This can't be that again."

"I hope not, kid. I hope not," Hopper replied as he started walking toward the door. "See you both Thursday."

With that, I went to unlock the doors for him, and he made his swift exit. The look of nervousness on his face as he looked back at us from outside made me nearly quake in fear. I just went back to the desk and Steve went to flip the sign back to open, but I stopped him.

"I don't think I can do this today," I said as I clutched my chest. "I can't lie to every customer that walks in here and just pretend that I'm okay. Not right now, not after all of that."

"You want to close early?" Steve asked as he walked over to me.

"No, but yes," I said as I held my face in my hands and Steve wrapped his arms around me to comfort me. I leaned into his chest as a few tears fell from my face. I couldn't control my reaction. The feeling of helplessness was coursing through me.

I continued when I pulled back and tried my best to collect myself, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be crying over this. I just- I know what you all went through, and I don't want to think the worst, but the chief's reaction scared the shit out of me."

"Me too. I hope it's not what we think. I mean, it can't be. I saw the gates close, and the link between our worlds severed with my own eyes," Steve said. "We'll get to the bottom of this, okay? Please try not to worry until we know that we have a reason to."

"Yeah, I'll try," I said. "I just have to call Keith and tell him we're closing. Do you mind if I come over for a little bit?"

"I usually wouldn't, but my parents did get home early this morning. Not that I'd mind you meeting them, but they're not exactly comforting in stressful situations. Would you want to go to your place? Or Robin's?" Steve asked.

"Anywhere is fine. I just don't want to be alone right now," I answered as my tears finally stopped flowing.

"Me neither," Steve said. "Call Keith and then I'll call Robin and see what she wants to do while you count the other register, okay?"

"Okay," I said as I started dialing Keith's house. "Thank you, Steve."

"Don't mention it," he said with a wink as he went to start closing the register closest to him.

•••

Thankfully, I was able to reach Keith just before he had left his place. I told him that I could still pay him for working today and he tried to refuse but I insisted that he take it. The store wasn't in the red, even with the robbery, so I wanted to do him the favor considering we had the means.

Once I was done on the phone, I handed it over to Steve and started counting the second register. He called Robin and I could hear him filling her in a bit and making plans to hang out, but I stayed focused on counting my drawer. Luckily, we had only had a few customers, and I only needed to put a small bit of cash into the safe before leaving.

After securing the overflow cash in the safe, I went to join Steve in the locker room to grab our stuff. I was beyond ready to leave. I felt guilty for closing the store, but my mind was in a million different places, and I needed to be selfish today. Since I had the day off, I figured I would call Eddie wherever we wound up hanging out to see if he could come by. Just seeing him would make me feel better.

"So, where are we going?" I asked Steve as we headed toward the back door.

"Robin said we could head to her place," Steve said with a smile, trying to lighten my dark mood.

"You think she'll mind if I invite Eddie over when we get there?" I asked as I locked the door behind us.

"She suggested it," Steve said as he nodded.

He continued when we neared our cars, "you okay to drive? I know this is a lot to process."

"I'm okay. I'll just follow you there," I said as I grabbed my car keys from my bag and started unlocking the door.

"Perfect. I'll drive slow enough for you to keep up," Steve teased with a playful shove against my shoulder.

"Whatever, Harrington. You wish. You drive like a grandma," I joked.

"Oh, we'll see about that," Steve said as he ran over to his car and rushed to turn it on.

Oh, he wants to race... He's on...

Luckily, I had the advantage because I had turned my car on before Steve even reached his. I pulled out of the parking lot and started briskly making my way to Robin's house. I didn't want to speed too much, but I had to smoke him. Even though he had a nicer and newer car, I knew I could beat him.

I raced through town, a street ahead of Steve the whole time. He got close to me once, but I cut down a side street that Robin had showed me. That gave me even more of an advantage as I pulled down Robin's street and could just see Steve's car appearing in my rearview mirror as I threw my car into park. I promptly hopped out of my front seat, locked my car, and waited for Steve on Robin's driveway. He had a smug look on his face as he marched up to me.

"I let you win, Bradford," Steve said as he stood with his hands on his hips, standing close to me and glaring down.

"You wish," I said as I smirked at him, gloating my win. "I crushed you. Even in a Beemer, you couldn't beat me in your wildest dreams."

"Oh, really?" Steve said as he crossed his arms.

"Hey, you two want to come inside and fight?" A familiar, deep voice rang out from Robin's front door.

Eddie?! What is he doing here?!

In the haze of beating Steve, I hadn't even noticed that Eddie's van was parked in the driveway. He stayed leaning in the doorway as I quickly walked up to him. I threw my arms around him, and he leaned back for a moment to pull me in for a kiss. I swirled my lips with his, instantly melting into his calm, comforting touch. It was like the universe knew exactly what I needed after such a stressful morning.

"Get a room, freaks," Steve playfully scoffed as he pushed past us and into Robin's house.

I didn't dare let go of Eddie. I needed him close to me right now. I twisted my hands in his curls as he pushed me up against the side of the house so that we would have a bit more privacy. Eddie's hands hitched against my lower back, traveling lower and lower until he was cupping my ass, squeezing at my curves. A slight heat started to grow in my center, and I knew that I needed to pull away before things went too far outside on Robin's porch.

"Mm, we should probably go inside, sweetheart," Eddie purred as he teased me with a few soft kisses down my neck, echoing my reluctant thoughts.

"You're the one who won't stop kissing me," I said as I released his curls and held the sides of his face in my hands. "What are you doing here, by the way?"

"Not happy to see me? Could have fooled me with how you jumped my bones right here for everyone in the neighborhood to see," Eddie joked with a devilish smirk.

"No, I am. I always want to see you," I answered. "I just wasn't expecting you to be here."

"Well, when a frantic Robin calls, who would I be to ignore her?" Eddie said before he kissed me forehead and sling his arm around my shoulder to lead me inside. "She called me after Steve talked to her. Long story short, she told me to get my ass over here. Well, she actually just told me to get my ass here, so here I am."

"Thank you for coming. I was going to call you when I got here, but I'm happy that you're here now," I said as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"I know it's not the day off we had been talking about but I'm always here for you, baby. Everything is going to be okay. I promise," he said as we walked into the house and he closed the door behind us.

We sat on the couch with Robin and Steve when we made our way into the living room. They were sitting on the floor, bickering about who would roll a joint, so I turned my focus back to Eddie. He held me close to him as I cuddled against his chest. I didn't care how cheesy we were being in front of our friends, I just needed to be close to him.

"Guys, chill," Eddie said as he reached into his vest pocket with his free hand and pulled out a rolled joint. "I'll light this and then you can both roll up, or I can help you fools out."

"Robin might need your help, but I got this," Steve said mocking Robin. "Light it up, Munson."

"You know what," Robin said as she pushed Steve's shoulder. "You're on. We'll both roll one and they can vote whose is better."

Eddie leaned back into the couch and sparked up his joint, while Robin and Steve got to work rolling their own. They were hilariously competitive with each other, and I was relieved that they didn't ask me to join in on their game. I had never learned how to roll and had skated by without having to know how, until today. As if reading my mind, Eddie flashed me a look while he passed his perfect joint to me.

"Here sweetheart," Eddie said as I grabbed the joint from him. "You want to try and compete with them?"

"Ha, I wish," I said as I took a long drag before responding more. "If I knew how, I would. Plus, I'm enjoying watching them try to annihilate each other."

"I'll have to teach you sometime," Eddie said with a wink as he threw his hands behind his head and relaxed into the couch.

"Here, Robin," I said as I leaned over and handed the joint to her.

She grabbed it from me and held it in-between her lips as she started rolling her joint. She had an adorably serious look on her face as she focused on her work. Steve was already almost done with his, so she had some catching up to do. I wanted to have faith in Robin, but Steve's was looking almost as good as Eddie's.

As the joint made a few more rounds, Steve and Robin finished up their joints. They got up off the floor and joined Eddie and me on the couch. I snuggled up to Robin as Steve took a spot on the other side of her. Before we got totally blitzed, I wondered if we should wait for Vickie. I didn't know where she was, but I didn't want her to feel left out if she was in their bedroom or on her way home from work.

"Do you think we should wait for Vickie?" I asked as Robin grabbed the lighter that Eddie was holding out for her. "Where is she, by the way?"

"No, no, it's okay," Robin said as she sparked her joint. "She's working late tonight, and she doesn't smoke much anyways. She'd probably hit it twice and fall asleep. It's actually pretty cute..."

Robin trailed off as she took the first hit. She ran her fingers up along the sides of the paper, trying to smooth the dimples to ensure that it burned evenly, but it looked like it was smoking just fine. After taking two hits, she passed it over to me. I lifted myself off of her as I started smoking. It was a little tight of a hit, but I wasn't going to judge it until we had finished Steve's.

"Shit, this is pretty good, Robin," Eddie exclaimed when I passed it over to him.

I watched him as he took a hit and inhaled the smoke through his nose as it trickled out of his mouth. He held in the smoke until he barely had anything left to breathe out. I was pretty sure it was called a 'French-inhale' and it was mesmerizing to watch. He could make anything attractive, even something as simple as hitting a joint. Eddie raised his eyebrows and winked at me when he caught me staring. He took his second hit and reached behind Robin and me, to pass the joint over to Steve. His arm rested behind me and he trailed his fingers up and down my upper arm as he held me close to him.

"What's up with you, Steve?" Robin asked as she furrowed her brows. "I mean don't get me wrong, I don't mind the silence, but you usually don't shut up."

"Says the chatterbox herself," Steve said as he chuckled. "Nothing's wrong. Just- just processing today?"

"Tell us, Stevie boy," Eddie teased as he leaned around Robin and me to look at Steve.

"Violet didn't tell you?" Steve asked.

"Is this about what you told me on the phone?" Robin chimed in.

"Can someone fucking fill me in?" Eddie wondered as a confused look spread across his face.

"Oh, it's nothing. The police chief basically accused me of arson today and said that the guy who robbed the store was probably missing or dead," I calmly answered as their jaws dropped listening to me.

"What the hell?" Eddie yelled as he jumped up off the couch, pinching his nose between his ring-covered fingers.

"Chief Hopper came in today to give an update about the robbery," I continued as I hit the joint that Robin rolled. "He um- he went to question Paul and found the place completely scorched."

"No," Robin said, dragging out the end of the word as the shock set in.

"Oh yes, Robin," Steve said in a serious tone. "He wants to meet with us on Thursday. Us four and Henderson, that is."

"No, we're not dragging Henderson into this," Eddie protested.

"Too late, Eddie," Steve retorted as I passed the joint to Eddie, hoping he would calm down a bit. "He already knows about the fire at Lover's Lake. He's not going to just drop this until we figure it out. You know how he is. He's involved whether we like it or not."

"No," Robin repeated as she stared blankly ahead.

Eddie took his seat back on the couch after passing Steve the joint. It was almost out, so he only hit it once before giving it back to Robin to finish. She put it out after taking the last drags. As she settled back into the couch, she sunk into her shoulders and anxiously fiddled with her fingers. I hated seeing her this nervous. It was usually in a charming or adorable way, but to see her so frazzled like this, I could tell she was terrified.

As Steve's joint made its way around, we sat in silence. No-one knew what the right thing to say was. The high from the weed was calming us a bit, but it wasn't enough to mask our collective fear. It was radiating from each of us, practically tangible as we accepted the inevitably dangerous journey ahead of us. They had the advantage of knowing what we were getting into, regardless of how terrifying it was to be experiencing again. I wasn't sure how I was going to handle this, but I wasn't going to back down from this fight.

This is our town... These are my friends... We've got this...

"Steve, you've got a true winner here," Eddie said to break the tension in the room.

"Mm, I figured I would do better than Robin but thanks man," Steve smugly joked as Robin rolled her eyes. "Coming from the master of pot and puppets himself, that means a lot."

"Sure, you win this round," Robin said with a laugh. "I'm coming for you next time."

I couldn't help but giggle at their silly competition. The world was imploding around us but somehow, we were laughing and couldn't have another care in this moment. I felt nothing but safe and comfortable with them surrounding me.

Robin skipped her hit as she was about to fall asleep, and I gladly grabbed the joint from Steve. He yawned as it left his hand, and he rested back into the couch. As the smoke reached my waiting lungs, I saw his eyes start to flutter and eventually close. I thought about trying to wake them when they both passed out, but we all had long nights ahead of us, and I figured that I should just let them sleep. Eddie and I finished up the joint between us. It still didn't smoke as well as Eddie's, but the weed was the same, so that made it tolerable. At this point, I was biased to Eddie's perfect rolling skills. He would have to teach me at some point, like he'd offered earlier. I was sure that once I learned, I could try to beat him.

"Come with me," Eddie said softly after he put out the joint, stood up, and held his hand out to me.

"Where are we going?" I whispered as I grabbed his hand, not wanting to wake up the now-sleeping Robin and Steve.

"There's a spare bedroom back here," Eddie said as he pulled me up off the couch and pointed to the hallway just past the kitchen. "I need to kiss you."

A satisfying chill went rippling through my body as Eddie led me through Robin and Vickie's house. It felt a little too naughty to do this with our friends right down the hall, but I would have been lying if I said that I didn't also need to be close to him. Today had been so draining and he always knew how to make me feel better.

Eddie closed the door behind us and leaned against the door as I sat down on the edge of the bed. He quietly twisted the lock shut before coming over to join me. I was too distracted by Eddie to think about anything else. All I knew was that I wanted to forget about this stressful day and get lost in him. Kissing him wasn't going to be enough, I needed something more. Eddie seemed to have the same idea as he laid me back on the bed and rested his hands against the sides of my face as he pulled me into him. My lips melted into his as I twisted my hands in his curls. Not breaking our kiss, I lifted myself from the bed to straddle him. As I ground myself into him, his hands trailed down my sides until they were hitched around my hips. I loved being close to him like this. He was the perfect medicine after a day like today.

I ran my hands down his shoulders until his vest and leather jacket were laying down behind him. I'd just planned in kissing him when he had pulled me off the couch, but I was suddenly craving more. As I laid sweet kisses down Eddie's neck, he flipped us over so that he was on top of me. He rested his knee between my thighs, and I rubbed myself against him. The pressure building in me was almost too much to stand.

I need him... I need him now...

"Please fuck me, Eddie," I lightly moaned as I pulled him down to kiss me.

Our lips moved together until Eddie pulled back for a moment, "we can't do that here baby, but I'm dying to taste you."

"Mm, I'd like that," I whispered as Eddie started kissing me down my jawline, ending at the base of my neck.

He pulled my t-shirt and long sleeve down just enough to leave a few love bites underneath its surface. As he started teasing my nipples through my clothes, thunderbolts of pleasure shot through me. I promptly moved my hands from him to start undoing my jeans. I managed to shimmy them down to my knees and Eddie sat up to fully take them off. He unlaced my boots, quietly set them on the floor next to the bed, and swiftly pulled my pants the rest of the way off.

Eddie climbed back up to me and pulled me in for another deep kiss. My center was pulsing with anticipation, but I didn't want this to end just yet. I loved kissing Eddie and felt like I could do it for hours. My tongue danced with his when our lips parted. As always, I let him take the lead. I twisted and turned, following his intoxicating movements. I wrapped my legs around him as one of his hands moved down to my center, touching me over the thin material of my panties.

I circled my hips against his touch as Eddie pulled away from our embrace. He kissed me once more on the forehead before sliding down and positioning himself between my already trembling thighs. As he moved my underwear to the side, I threw my head back into the fluffy pillows behind me. All I wanted to do was cry out in pleasure as Eddie started sliding his fingers inside of me, but we had to be quiet. If we got caught in here, we would never live this down.

I reached down for Eddie's free hand, which was tightly gripping my thigh, and pulled it up to mine. As I twisted my fingers with his, me moved my mouth to my core. His tongue swirled across my bundle of nerves as he continued his steady rhythm inside of me. His two, thick fingers felt like a dream. The combined pleasure of his mouth and his hand were quickly going to send me over the edge. Eddie moved sensually in me as I looked down on him. My whole body started vibrating as he slowly moved in and out of my core. He was usually so rough with me, which I loved, but this pace was a welcome change. We were going to have to try it like this more often.

I was inching closer and closer to my finish but didn't feel like I should say anything. I knew Eddie could feel it as he steadied his pace. I squeezed Eddie's fingers as my climax started. His thumb circled against my hand as he kept up his steady, slow movements inside of me. As I started riding out my high, I almost died of embarrassment when a small moan escaped my lips. Eddie's eyes flashed up at me as he let me finish fully before moving up to hover right over my face. He took the hand that was just inside of me and shoved his two, wet fingers past my lips, resting them on my tongue. He held my jaw as he glared devilishly down at me.

"You need to be quiet when I start again," Eddie roughly whispered.

"I already finished, baby," I said quietly when he moved his hand from my face, tracing along my jaw.

He watched as I licked my lips, tasting myself, before he continued, "I know. I want to watch you come again. Think you can be a good girl and stay quiet?"

"Oh fuck," I said softly as he wasted no time and resumed what he was just doing to me. "Yes, I can, Eds. I promise."

I rolled my hips against his fingers as he squeezed his free hand tightly around my hip. The sides of his rings dug into my skin and felt so incredibly good. The mixture of his rough grip and soft touch was going to make me explode. I was trying as hard as I could not to gush all over him, but I wasn't going to let that happen here. We had enough to hide from Robin and Steve already and if I wound up soaking the bed, it would make it that much harder to keep this our little secret.

Eddie built up his steady rhythm again, this time sliding three fingers inside of me instead of two. His tongue traced my name on my clit as the heat began to build in me once more. I was still unbelievably sensitive from my first orgasm, and I was close to a second. My fingers of my left hand gripped tightly into the purple bedspread, and I covered my mouth with the right. Eddie's eyes flicked up to me and I could fill his lips forming a smile as he started to feel me reach my finish.

The wave crashed even harder this time and I had to literally bite my tongue to keep myself from making any noise. I was sure that Eddie liked to see me struggle like this. We had never been as risky as we were being right now, and it was fueling the passion between the both of us. He kept up his steady, slow pace while he felt me clenching around him. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I let the intense pleasure roll through me.

When I was good and finished, I pulled Eddie up to kiss me once before rushing to put my clothes back on. We had to get out of here as quickly as we walked in. There was still a good chance that Robin and Steve were still asleep, and I didn't want to risk getting caught by staying in here any longer than we had to. As I sat on the edge of the bed and re-tied my boots, Eddie sat behind me and kissed me down my neck as he pulled his jacket and vest back on. I wanted to turn around, pin him to the bed, and have my way him, but we had to go. I turned back to face him before getting up again.

"Should we walk out together, or should I wait in here for a minute?" I asked as I rested a hand on Eddie's flushed cheek.

"Well, if we get caught, let's get caught together," Eddie said with a laugh.

"I'll follow you into the hellfire," I joked, using the name of his DND club, much to his delight.

"Sweetheart, if you're going to keep talking dirty to me like that, we're going to have to take this back to my place," he said as he raised his eyebrows at me, and a smirk grew on his pretty face.

"We can go there after the arcade. That is, if you're coming with us," I said, remembering that he had been vague about his plans tonight.

"Robin did say Vickie was working late. I can drive you guys, if you want," Eddie offered, confirming that he was going to join us.

"Sounds like a plan," I said.

"A date?" Eddie asked after sweetly kissing my cheek and tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Yes, a date. I'll just get ready here before we leave," I said as I stood up and held my hands out to help Eddie off of the bed.

We straightened up the covers and prepared ourselves for whatever we found on the other side. Best case would be that our friends were still passed out from the potent joints we'd smoked, and worst case was being mocked and ridiculed for the end of time.

Please be asleep... Please be asleep... Please... Be... Asleep...

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ABLAZE - Chapter Two: Fall Breeze

WIP: F!Reader is new to Hawkins High and is immediately drawn to the school's misfit. NO Y/N/OC USAGE!

part one | part two | part three

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Chapter Two: Fall Breeze

You were stood at the end of your driveway waiting for Robin and her friend, Steve, to come pick you up. Robin had called you last night to make sure the number was right and to definitely make sure where to pick you up from.

"...so we make a left here after the gas station, and then drive straight for half a mile?" she asked.

"Yeah, for the third time, Robin," you laughed. "I'll be stood at the end of the drive waiting, saves you stressing about going too far,"

"What about if we're early and drive past when you're not there?"

You couldn't help but laugh again at her worries. "Look, you'll be fine. If I miss you guys and you're not here by 8:30, then I'll just walk. I walked home today, I should be a-okay walking to school if needs be,"

"Okay, okay, sorry," you heard Robin take a deep breath. "So what did you think of your first day? Any stresses? Any questions?"

You were hesitant to tell Robin about the Hellfire guy incident on your way home, so you thought that it may be best to try and talk about it face-to-face. "Nah, I'm all good. If I think of anything, I'll bring it up tomorrow."

You were wrapped up in a long, black, fleeced coat, and a red tartan scarf to help keep the fall breeze at bay. Rucksack sitting on the gravel next to your feet, Walkman on, feet tapping along to the beat of This Corrosion by The Sisters of Mercy - a new track added to the mixtape. You had put one of the earphones to the side to keep an ear out for Robin and Steve, worried that you might miss them and not the other way around. All of a sudden, you could hear a car coming from down the road. Squinting to see the vehicle approaching from the distance, it looked burgundy in colour and quite a nice model too. It eventually pulled up a couple of feet away from you, and as you seemed slightly hesitant to approach, you then saw Robin stick her head out of the passenger window.

"Hey! C'mon, let's gooo!" she waved and smiled. You ducked your head into your scarf hiding a smile at how silly she was, picked up your rucksack, and headed towards the car. Your assumption of it being a nice car was reaffirmed when you got closer and sat in the back. A BMW, snazzy. You pulled off your headphones and stopped your tape, tucking it all into the deep pocket of your coat. "Steve, this is our new friend," Robin introduced you. He turned around in the drivers seat and gave you a little head nod, hair bouncing a bit as he did so. "We're in, like, all the same classes together so we're gonna be best buddies, aren't we?" She smiled at you through the rear view mirror.

"Best buddies, huh? I've already been demoted, I see..." Steve teased. "I'm guessing you won't be needing a carpool to and from Hawkins High now. I get it. No need to let me down lightly, think I've got the hint--" Robin punched his arm. "--OW! Hey! C'mon, you know I was teasing,"

You laughed at their playful nature all along the journey to school. They seemed like really good friends, and couldn't help but smile at their inside jokes that you didn't even know. It was just nice to be around. The three of you arrived at the school parking lot shortly after, and you and Robin began to gather your things.

"Okay, kids, I'll be here ready and waiting to pick you up at 4pm sharp! Don't forget to eat all your packed lunch or I'm gonna be disappointed again," Steve seemed to be the joker but you really didn't mind at all. As you went to leave the car, he turned around in his seat to face you. "Hey, I know we've literally only just met but I hope you like it here. You've got a good friend in Robin, she'll look after you,"

"Thanks, Steve. I really appreciate it," you slightly blushed at him being so caring. The guy hardly knew you. You'd only been in the car for 10 minutes. You hopped out the back and adjusted all your belongings. You and Robin waved Steve off as he drove away to his day job at Family Video, and then decided to walk to your lockers inside the school. At least it would be warmer than outside. The Indiana fall breeze had a certain chill to it that was hard to shake off.

The hallway was just as busy as it was yesterday, people congregating by certain lockers, the cliques began forming yet again for their morning catch up. Thankfully, you'd been assigned a locker a couple of spaces down from Robin so you didn't have to worry about any unwanted interactions, especially from the Jocks. You side-eyed them teasing this young kid for no reason other than to make themselves laugh and to make the kid feel smaller than he already was. It made you feel uneasy and reminded you of being in the same shoes as that kid at your old high school, thankful that eyes weren't on you for once. Robin could see you tense.

"Are you alright?" she had stopped organising her books in her locker.

"Yeah, it's just seeing that kid being teased... Reminds me of my old school, that's all," you shuffled your feet a bit, focusing on grabbing your textbooks and throwing them into your bag.

"Is that why you moved?" you paused when she asked. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. If it's a touchy subject, it's fine. I'll leave it. Don't have to tell me until you're ready, Scout's Honour!" You could tell Robin was apologetic for touching a nerve, trying to make things better with some lighthearted humour.

"It's okay, you didn't know about it. Maybe I'll tell you another time, somewhere not so busy," you flashed her a small smile. She gave you a comforting one in return. The bell rang, so you closed your lockers up and headed towards your first class of the day.

The morning absolutely dragged its heels as the subjects being covered in the classes were something you'd already brushed upon in your old high school. You made some brief notes, but mainly doodled something to whip up into a proper art piece at home. You looked over towards Robin at one point and noticed she was curling her hair around her finger, idly staring at the back of a girl's head - presumably the girl she was staring at yesterday. Finally, the bell for lunch rang, everyone snapped out of their daze, and the class couldn't escape the room fast enough. Clearly they've been suffering as much as you.

Lunch was much of the same as yesterday, all that changed was the cafeteria food and apple juice instead of OJ. Robin was still staring the girl from band, who was the person she was staring at in class too.

"Poor girl's gonna have two holes in the side of her head if you keep staring," you leaned over to Robin's ear, speaking in hushed tones. She snapped out of it, blushing as she turned to face you. Even though it was obvious to you that Robin had a crush on her, you could tell she was embarrassed about being caught out. "Don't worry, I won't say anything. I know it's a difficult conversation to openly discuss," She looked at you, tilting her head to the side, narrowing her eyes briefly and then opening them a bit wider in realisation. She went to point at you as if to say 'you too?'. You turned your hand in a so-so motion but mouthed the word 'bi', and Robin nodded in response. 'Huh, I don't think I've ever openly come out to anyone before... That's a first,' you thought.

Shrugging it off, you both then dipped in and out of conversation with the people on your table. You drifted away subconsciously and began gazing around the cafeteria again, just like yesterday. The Goths reapplying their purple and black lipstick after tucking into the school's mac and cheese, the Math Nerds trying to hide in their corner using their textbooks as shields, and the Jocks using whatever they could get their hands on to try catapult towards the said Math Nerds. And yet again, your eyes fall upon the Hellfire Club table. All of them sat in their designated places, and the curly haired metalhead leader sat at the head of the table. Robin had said yesterday to you that they played Dungeons and Dragons, and you wouldn't be surprised if this was the same formation they sat in for their campaigns. The metalhead seemed to be telling the premise of the next session which he was planning, hands flailing in the air, standing on his chair at one point with one foot on the table. The others seem captivated, and honestly, so were you (even if you couldn't make out a single word he was saying). Snapping you out of your concentration, the bell cut things off and all the bodies scuttled out the cafeteria into the next classes. 'I wonder if I'll bump into him again,' you thought to yourself.

The last couple of hours dragged by just as slow as this morning, with you and Robin sharing a knowing look of 'kill me now'. The final buzz of the day rang, with kids ignoring the teacher's plea into making sure they do their homework as there will definitely be a pop quiz about what they've studied today. Their voice sounded just as tired as you all felt. You gave a nod to the teacher, acknowledging their speech. It's the least you could do.

"So obviously Steve is gonna be waiting for us outside, but he's gotta get back to his shift at Family Video. And I'm gonna be working with him too. You wanna come hang out at the shop? He'll be able to drop you off when we're done. If not, we can always drop you off at home first," Robin asked you. You hadn't really seen much of Hawkins since you moved here a couple of weeks ago. "I can give you some free popcorn..." she said in a sing-song voice, trying to tempt you. You laughed at her persuasion skills.

"Ha, okay, you had me at popcorn. Better be sweet 'n' salty, or I'm not coming," you said half-seriously. Sweet 'n' salty was your favourite, it better be a part of the deal.

"Deal," Robin fist bumped you as you walked out the front doors of Hawkins High. Steve honked his horn as you both approached the burgundy car. Robin sat in the front again, so you threw your rucksack in first on the backseat and sat in the original place you were in this morning.

"We dropping you off home?" Steve asked, as he turned around to see whilst reversing.

"Nah, I'm tagging along for the shift," you replied. "Besides, there's some free popcorn in it for me,"

Steve gave a stern look to Robin. "What have I said about giving away popcorn? We need to sell the snacks! You know Keith doesn't like me and will use this as an excuse to fire me,"

She shrugged at him. "Whatever, she can have my allocated share for the day," Robin gave you a wink and you inwardly laughed. Steve rolled his eyes and got the three of you on the road, Robin took off her coat and slipped on her Family Video vest over her blouse, and you sat and stared out the window. 'I could get used to this...'

Not too long after leaving the school, the three of you pulled up into the forecourt where Family Video was situated alongside a small arcade and a couple of other shops. It was busy in the parking lot, filled with kids of all ages, but they seemed to be hanging out closer to the arcade so it wasn't too much of a hassle getting into the shop. When you walked in, the sound of Raiders of the Lost Ark played faintly in the background. Keith swapped with Robin and Steve so the pair could start their shift together. His drawl voice was obviously ticking Steve off, so Robin buttered Keith up to ensure that all the tasks he had now delegated onto them would be done. As he walked out the door, you heard Steve mutter 'schmuck' under his breath and you stifled a laugh.

"Popcorn now, or popcorn later?" Robin shook the empty bag towards you.

"Now's good, thanks," you replied. She filled up the bag, nearly overflowing, and passed it to you. Your eyes bulged at the amount. "You sure this is just your share?"

"Mine and half of Steve's," she tried to whisper.

"Hey!" he yelled.

"Oops," you both laughed. "Take a stroll, pick a video of your fancy. We can watch anything we want--"

"Within reason," Steve chimed in.

"--within reason," she repeated after Steve. "That's only 'cause we got watching Alien first thing one Saturday morning and traumatised the young kids picking up Mary Poppins,"

"Yeah, someone nearly lost their job for someone else's explicit VHS choice, didn't they?" Steve gave a stern look at Robin, but she refused to turn around and face him.

"I'm never gonna live it down. But I still don't regret it," you both laughed as Steve leaned his hip against the counter.

You began walking up and down the aisles filled with different tapes. You weren't particularly sure what to pick. Disney? Another Indiana Jones? All you knew was that any thriller, horror, or B-Movie special was off the cards. You stopped in front of the 'New Releases' display and picked up one of the tapes. It had 5 kids posing on the cover all looking a little moody. "Five teenage students... Saturday detention together... Bared their souls... Yeah, that'll do," you read the synopsis a bit to yourself before taking it to the counter and handing it to Steve. He nodded in appreciation for your choice and waited for the Indiana Jones flick to finish.

It was fairly quiet in the shop to be honest, so you weren't really sure as to why Robin and Steve both had to work - easily could be manned by one of them at least - but you were glad they were both working so it got making to know them both and their friendship together a lot more fun. There were plenty of little digs at each other and inside jokes were explained a bit, and you got to find out a bit about the rest of their friendship group. They didn't go into much detail but had said something pretty serious happened so a couple of their friends, El and Will, had to move away to California, and you could see that it was still pretty fresh so it still hurt. But they explained some of the recent gossip within the group; Max and Lucas had just split up - and Max was suffering really bad with the death of her brother so she'd been pretty distant, Lucas was in the basketball team but was also playing D&D with Hellfire, Mike played D&D in Hellfire was seriously missing his girlfriend and best friend, and Dustin was really enjoying being in a new D&D group as he'd missed it a lot since shit happened with Will - which was one hell of a story, but not even the full tale according to Robin (she said they'd probably tell the tale another time in the future). They both said that they all occasionally pop by to rent a movie together and hang out, but they'd all sort of found their groups in high school so didn't really see each other much apart from maybe weekends.

After learning all this new stuff about the friendship group, you realised you hadn't called home to say where you were. You excused yourself for a moment and went outside to use a payphone. Outside the arcade, you saw who you thought were Dustin, Mike, and Lucas based off the descriptions Robin and Steve had told you. Dustin and Mike seemed a bit pissed off that Lucas was bailing, and they watched him hop into a Jock's car. They both then walked into Family Video so you were pretty sure you'd be getting a full introduction shortly. You slotted in a couple of coins into the payphone and dialled home. The air had even more of a chill than before, so you pulled your coat tighter.

"Hey, mom," you said quietly. "Yeah I'm sorry I didn't call, my friends Robin and Steve gave me a lift to the video store... Uh-huh, the ones who picked me up for school this morning... No, it's okay, they're dropping me home when they've finished their shift... Okay, yeah I won't be late. Love you," and you hung up the phone. Surprisingly, there was no berating down the phone for once. In your old town, if you were calling up saying you were going to be home late, you didn't hear the end of it and would be grounded for two weeks at the least. It felt suspicious, but you might as well enjoy the peace whilst you can. You walked back into the store and the two boys you'd spotted just a moment ago were chatting animatedly with Steve and Robin.

"I just can't believe he's ditching us to play some stupid basketball! He's a nerd at heart, he should be at Hellfire with us," Dustin frowned, crossing his arms in a huff against the counter top.

"Uh-huh, and I can't believe you're ditching hanging out with me to play D&D with 'The Freak'," Steve sulked at him. Dustin hit his arm. "OW! Hey, what is with everyone doing that to me today?"

"He's not a freak," Dustin said defiantly. "Anyway, you're just jealous that I've got other friends than you,"

"No I'm not," Steve crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You just don't make time for me any more,"

"You are jealous! Is it because there's another guy older than me taking me under his wing and you don't like it?"

It hit a nerve with Steve and you could tell, hell all of you could, but he tried to play it off nonchalantly. "Look, you can hang out with anyone you like, but I was here first okay so that makes me the best,"

Dustin rolled his eyes and laughed, pushing at Steve across the counter.

Mike didn't really say too much, he just seemed to be in his own world. But he turned to face you, and gave you a puzzled look. "Hey, erm, you're new here, right?"

"Yeah, I've been in Hawkins a couple of weeks. Only just joined the high school this week," you replied. You introduced yourself and the two boys introduced themselves back, explaining what grade they were in, and that they were going to Hellfire tonight for the much anticipated campaign session. Mike then looked at his watch.

"Oh shit, Dustin, we're gonna be late! I didn't think it was so late, Eddie is gonna be mad at us,"

"Shit, shit, shit, okay, erm Steve? Can I get some Milk Duds?" Dustin rushed.

"Are you gonna pay for them this time?" his arms were still crossed. Man, he was pissed.

Dustin exhaled in frustration through his nostrils. He threw a dollar bill on the counter. Steve threw the Milk Duds directly at Dustin, causing him to fumble trying to catch them. Dustin frowned at his friend, and nudged Mike as if to say they were ready to go.

"Heh, Milk Duds are for Eddie. Hopefully it'll appease him for being late," Mike shyly explained to you whilst taking the chocolate candy from Dustin, giving them a slight shake.

"Yep, but he's still gonna be pissed when he realises Lucas is gonna be late turning up too, if he turns up at all," Dustin replied. "C'mon, let's go before he goes all Behemoth on us," the pair waved goodbye and left sharpish.

Steve ended up leaving the counter to sort some of the tapes out as some kids had been in trying to mess up the displays and spilling popcorn all over the floor. You turn to face Robin as you seemed to have a quiet moment to yourselves.

"So, who's this Eddie guy that they were talking about? Is he the head of the Hellfire group they're in?" you queried.

"Yeah, they more or less joined the group within the first week of the semester. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas were all sat together on this table in the cafeteria, and obviously they stuck out like a sore thumb. Being the charismatic character he is, he saw their fresh new faces and could tell instantly they'd be up for some D&D. Quite lucky really, they played it with their friend, Will, before he had to move," Robin explained. You nodded, finally finding out the metalhead's name who you'd accidentally bumped into yesterday and who you couldn't stop staring at. Maybe now was a good time to bring it up?

"I used to play D&D too, y'know," you casually slipped into conversation.

"Aw nice, why didn't you say something? Looks like they could've used an extra player tonight if their conversation was anything to go by,"

"Well I don't really know them, and I don't have any characters ready--"

"I'm just joshing," she playfully nudged you. "I know you wouldn't have gone anyway. Maybe another time though, get a character prepared... Just in case," she winked. It was your turn to nudge her playfully this time and you both laughed.

"I, erm, I bumped into Eddie on my walk home yesterday actually," you said. You weirdly felt shy about it, but with Steve calling him 'The Freak' and hearing others in the background say it too, it was only natural to be a bit cautious about bringing him up.

"Oh yeah? What happened?"

"Well, nothing really. I was walking back and I got near the trailer park, then this big gust of wind just blew on by. Got a face full of my own hair, couldn't see shit, ended up bumping into the guy. I thought he was gonna give me a load of shit for walking into him, but turns out he's actually quite nice," you explained.

"Steve gives Dustin a hard time about Eddie, but I've heard nothing but good things about him really. Mind you, the good things are from Dustin so maybe he's biased. But Steve has a good reason for being so harsh," Robin went on to say. She leaned forward towards you on the counter, speaking lowly so that if anyone passed by they couldn't hear what she was about to tell you. "The lowdown: Eddie's parents aren't in the picture, don't know why, but he lives with his uncle at the trailer park. He gets a bad rep 'cause he gives off stereotypical 'bad guy' vibes. He listens to metal, he's retaking his final year again, doesn't dress like everyone else, smoking pot, and well, he's also known around school for selling drugs too,"

"Oh," it took you aback slightly. "I see. I'm guessing it's mainly the dealing part that Steve is bothered about,"

Robin nodded in reply. "Personally, never had a problem with the guy. He comes in sometimes, borrows a movie, drags the kids out when they're running late, and he's always pleasant with us. I guess Dustin is right with what he's saying though, maybe Steve is a bit jealous that there's another older guy with influence in his life,"

"Maybe Steve is worried they'll end up selling or doing drugs like him," you replied. "I mean, I've only just met the kids but from what you've both told me today, they seem to have pretty sharp heads on their shoulders. They'll know to steer clear of that. They just wanna play D&D. Anyway, there's nothing wrong with a spliff every so often,"

"Right? And Steve's no person to judge for that," Robin blurted out. You raised a brow at her and mimed smoking a joint and subtly pointing at Steve, who was still sweeping up the popcorn kernels. "Shit... Yeah, Steve used to be a bit of a 'bad boy' in Hawkins High. He was the good looking popular guy. Nancy, Mike's older sister, told me that when they were dating he was smoking it at a small house party he was hosting,"

"Huh, no shit," you laughed. "Not as innocent as he seems to play then," you were a little hesitant to say what you were thinking, but if you didn't say this now, then it would eat you up. "I think he might have flirted with me?"

Robin was mid-sip of her water and nearly spat it out. "Who, Steve?!"

"No! No, no, Eddie,"

"Oh... OH. Wait, there's no might about it. He either did or he didn't,"

"Well, when I bumped into him I was really apologetic 'cause I'm clumsy, then he mentioned he'd seen me looking at him during lunch, said I should maybe introduce myself if I was gonna keep staring, called me 'sweetheart', and then walked off home,"

Robin smiled at you, resting her head on her hands. "Oh, that's a definite," you blushed at her response, trying to hide the crimson under your scarf and hoping the red would merge well with your face. "Told you he was charismatic,"

'Huh, and good looking to boot-- Oh, for God's sake...' You could feel the warmth of your cheeks getting hotter. Your thoughts were definitely not helping. "I'm just gonna go outside, I think I need a bit of air," you pointed both your hands towards the door awkwardly. Robin laughed at how shy you'd become all of a sudden, and just waved her hand at you to go outside.

The air hit you like an ice cold brick wall. If your face wasn't red from the embarrassment before, at least you could blame that damn fall breeze. You took in a couple of deep breaths, straightened yourself out, and walked back into the store. Steve had finally put on The Breakfast Club tape you'd handed him a couple hours previous. He'd managed to slip on The Goonies before your choice.

"It's his favourite," Robin said. "We have to watch it at least once a week when we're working together, don't we Steve?"

"Shut up, Robin," he called back at her. "It's at least once a fortnight..."

The store has gotten incredibly quiet just before The Breakfast Club on, it was mid-week and getting towards 8pm. There was only a couple of drifters that came in for a browse and then leave.

'Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?' Bender gave a dig at Vice Principle Vernon. The three of you chuckled.

"Hey, you know what? You look a bit like you've raided a bit of Bender and Allison's wardrobe today," Robin pipes up, looking at you. Long black coat like Allison, red tartan scarf like Bender's shirt... Damn, she's right. You could help but shrug and laugh.

"At least you won't forget about me," you shot finger guns at her, only to receive a groan at the joke from the pair. This made you laugh harder knowing that they enjoyed the joke but sure as hell won't admit it.

The movie came to an end and Robin was running around doing the last bits of tidying before they closed. Steve started rewinding the movie. The door sprang open which made all of you jump and shoot your heads up to see who'd walked it. Dustin and Mike were back with Lucas, so it looked like he eventually turned up to join the game. They were all laughing about what had happened as they were explaining it to Steve, who just seemed to nod his head along to their tales. You sat there at the counter overhearing their trials and tribulations when the door opened again, albeit not as harshly as before. You turned to see who had come in and there he was. Eddie strolled on in to come and grab the boys.

"C'mon, guys, time to go," he squeezed Dustin's shoulders. Steve tried to hide his grimace but it didn't really work, making Eddie smirk a little. "Harrington can hear your heroic tales another day," The boys wrapped up their conversation and said bye to you all, then headed to Eddie's van outside. He held the door open for them, and just as he was exiting the store himself, Eddie swung on the door as it was closing and gave you a cheeky little wink. "See ya, sweetheart."

'Jesus fucking Christ almighty...' your stomach was suddenly home to a thousand butterflies, flitting about the place. All you could muster up was a small wave goodbye, cheeks tinted pink. The door closed behind them all and all you could hear was Eddie's van rumbling into the distance. Robin came up behind you with the dustpan and brush, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Wow. Definitely flirting," she patted your shoulder and went to put everything away. You looked over at Steve and he was the one to have a little smirk on his lips this time. You hid your face in your hands. 'Get me home!' you shouted in your head.

The three of you hopped into Steve's BMW and began the journey home. You could tell Steve was itching to say something about Eddie's comment as he kept glancing at you in the rear view mirror. You were nervous thinking about the fact of his name being brought up, but nothing had even happened to constitute any nerves. All Eddie did was be a little flirtatious with you after bumping into him, nothing to get all worked up about.

"So... Eddie," Steve finally piped up. You scooted in your seat a little at his name. Robin's head snapped around to look at Steve as if to ask if he was really serious about bringing it up. "What was all that about?"

"I-- I don't know," you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "All I did was bump into him on my walk home yesterday,"

"Yeah, and not keep your eyes off him all lunch yesterday and today," Robin teased.

"Hey!" you raised your voice. "You've got no room to talk," Robin tried hiding her face by looking out the passenger window, but she knew Steve was giving her a glare.

"I'm only teasing," Steve ended up breaking the tension. "Look, he's not exactly the best influence in regards to his, ahem, career, but I do know he can be a pretty nice guy,"

"I can't actually believe what I'm hearing," Robin had turned back around to face Steve. "You give Dustin all this shit about hanging around with 'The Freak' and you're singing his praises now? Maybe I'll ring Dustin when I get home--"

"Alright, alright, yeah I do give him a hard time about it, sure. But I do it 'cause it's funny to wind him up,"

"Pfft, yeah right. Definitely jealous that he's hanging out with another guy older than him,"

"Whatever, anyway!" Steve had pulled over just by your house now. He turned around to face you. "As much shit as I give Dustin about Eddie, he's right in what he tells me about the guy. He makes sure to drop them off home after D&D, keeps them out of trouble away from the Jocks, would easily take a punch for them too... He seems alright, you should actually speak to him." he turns to look at Robin, who begins to nod.

"I mean, yeah, I agree. There's no harm in saying hi, right? Not gonna lose something you never had in the first place," she gives you a soft smile.

All you can do is just sit there, stiff as a board. You felt like your parents had given you 'The Talk' and felt too embarrassed to move.

"...Okay, thanks for that. I'm just gonna slide on outta here, crawl up to my room and die. Bye, guys," you opened the back seat door to the car and stepped out into the dark. You began to walk up the drive home.

"Same time tomorrow?" Robin shouted through Steve's open window.

"Sure, see you in the morning." you shouted back. The pair drove away and all you could do was bury your face into your scarf again.

You unlock your door, kick off your boots, take off your scarf and coat, and throw yourself onto the sofa. Your mom calls through from the kitchen to see if it's you and tells you dinner is in the microwave ready to reheat. You shout back to her that you'll be there in a minute, sinking into the sofa a little.

'I've been here two fucking days and I've already been told to make a move on someone I don't even know,' your inner monologue spoke again. '...he is pretty cute though, so I guess that helps.'

[gurugirl]

I love loveable rogue so much. Im so sad its coming to an end but the story is so good and well done. Its the most underrated fic in your masterlist and Im surprised it doesnt get more attention! If Im honest it might be my fav of everything you have on patreon! Im so gone for both of them and todays update just had me cheesing and giggling the whole time. The way theyre meant for each other and so in love but YN has been so stubborn and she knows it is finally opening herself up to letting him love her and letting herself be happy 🥹

Do you know when youll post part 10? Im on the edge of my seat for the final update 😫

Also I love everything you have on Patreon but I just want to share some love for the underrated loveable rogue.

Ahhhwwwww! This makes me so happy!! It's a story I had in mind for a really long time and wanted to make it something for patreon only when I first started my patreon! But definitely I noticed it's quite overlooked in general and I don't know why but I certainly love it and I'm really happy you like it too!

I hope that once I've got all 10 parts up and posted more people will give it a chance bc maybe they don't want to read something that takes months for a small au to get completed (tho people do it on wattpad where some authors take more than a year for a whole series to complete so 🤷‍♀️).

Part 10 will be posted as soon as I've completed it! I've started writing it already and it'll probably be a couple weeks! The final part will be longer because it's the wrap up of everything. The whole story has been leading up to part 10 :)

I appreciate you hon! Thank you so much for your support! 🥰

xoxo