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Rock Will Never Die
Pure smut. MINORS DNI.
This took me almost three weeks. The season's greetings has been eating me alive. So. Omegaverse rock band ateez. 6.7k words of it, which is by far my longest smut. Please enjoy <3
Big thanks to @kpop---scenarios, who helped me decide which members were alphas/betas/omegas, and for generally helping on this one!!! I appreciate you sm!!
Update 2.26.25: Sequel! Go check out Whatever Will We Do?
Update 3.31.25: Second sequel! Go check out Worth It!
Summary: Y/n, manager of rock band Ateez, is out of heat suppressants after a show. Luckily, all 8 members of her band are there to help.
Pairing: Ateez x reader
Includes: omegaverse, LOTSSSSS of smut, porn without plot, omega reader, spitroasting, double penetration, knotting, unprotected sex (you did not come here for sex ed but please be safe irl!!!)
Word count: 6.7k
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You bit your lip as you pawed through your bag, looking for your suppressants. You could taste blood before you found the little orange bottle. You pushed down on it, opening the lid, andâ
Empty. Not a single pill left.Â
âFuck.â You whispered. âFuck, fuck, fuck.â
âWhatâs wrong?â
You turned around. Mingi was standing there, freshly showered in grey sweatpants and a blue T-shirt, a concerned look on his face.Â
He looked so fucking good, you restrained yourself from jumping at him then and there. You could feel yourself getting more and more desperate, and you swallowed.
âYou smell really anxious.â Hongjoong looked over from where he was relaxing in an armchair, still in his stage makeup and outfit. His striped knit hat was askew on his head.Â
âIâ wellââ You stammered. âIâmâ God, this is embarrassing.â
âWhat?â Mingi raised his eyebrows. âIt canât be that bad.â
You gave a small, involuntary whimper. âIâm out of heat suppressants⊠and thereâs one coming on.â
âWell, shit.â Mingi said softly. âThatâs not great.â
âAnd itâs not like you can really stop it once it starts.â Hongjoong said.Â
âExactly.â
âHey, calm down.â Mingiâs voice was soothing. âWeâll find a solution for this.â
âWhat?â You whined. âI donât have an alpha, and weâre in a hotel, and I donât have any of myââ You swallowed. âEr, stuff. Whatâs the solution?â
Mingi and Hongjoong looked at each other for a long moment. âI mean⊠we could help you.â
Youâd been the manager of Ateez for about a year now. Theyâd always been incredibly talented, but theyâd needed someone with your managerial and business sense to catapult them into the stardom they now enjoyed.Â
And as their manager, to make sure they maintained that stardom, you had to keep close with them. Ride on the tour bus with them, stay in the same hotel rooms, go to all the same bars and after parties.Â
(Okay, so maybe you had some personal motives to that, too. Maybe the members of Ateez were the eight hottest men youâd ever seen. Maybe you fantasized about the aspects of them you saw both on and off stage. Maybe you thought about them when you were at home on your heat days, fucking yourself with a toy.)
But youâd never thought youâd be alone in a hotel room with two of the groupâs four alphas with no heat suppressants.Â
Especially not with them offering to help you.
They mustâve noticed your hesitation, because Hongjoong smiled softly. âIf you donât want us to, we donât have to.â
âNo! No, helpâ helpâ please help me.â You stammered, then more quietly added, âI need you.âÂ
âShit.â Mingi said. âYouâre all desperate.â
âIâm going into heat.â You huffed. âOf course Iâm desperate.â
âNo, I know. Itâs just hot. You want a knot?â
His teasing sent a wave of arousal through you. âStop it.â
âI donât think so.â He smirked. âI like watching you squirm, y/n.â
You could feel slick leaking out of your hole, and you bit your lip.
âEnough, Min.â Hongjoong stood up. âIâm the captain, Iâm going first.â
âAw, but I donât want to wait.â Mingi pouted.Â
âContact the others while I fuck her, then you guys can watch while you all wait your turn.â
You gave a long moan from where you were still crouched beside your bag. Hongjoong looked at you. âSlut. You like the idea of all of us fucking you, donât you?â
âYeah.â You nodded. Hongjoong had never talked to you like this before, always sweet and gentlemanly as could be.
âWhen you text Woo, tell him he owes me.â Hongjoong said to Mingi, but he kept his eyes on you. âShe seems to like being degraded, so I won that bet. Get on the bed for me, pretty.â
âBet?â You obeyed, getting onto the bed.
âMe and Woo have had some money on your kinks.â He said, as if this were a perfectly normal thing to do.
Mingi snickered. âPervert.â
You were, inexplicably, into this, and Hongjoong could tell it made you hornier. He laughed. âYou smell even sweeter. You like that? Me and Wooyoung talking about how weâd like to fuck you?â
âMhm.â You whined. âCanâ um, canâŠâ You trailed off, realizing how desperate your request sounded.Â
âUse your words.â Hongjoong climbed onto the bed, over you, trapping you beneath him. âWhat is it?â
âCan you fuck me at the same time?â You whispered.Â
Hongjoong grinned, turning over his shoulder. âMingi, you can tell Woo thereâs a consolation prize for losing.â
You whined as he looked back at you. âPlease, Joong. Alpha. Need you.â
He slid his hand into your hair and pulled you into a searing kiss. âNeed you too, pretty. Take all those clothes off, youâre not gonna need them.â
You hurried to obey him, getting your shirt and skirt off as fast as you could.Â
âLook at your body.â He murmured, his eyes raking over you. âAbsolutely beautiful.â
You blushed, more slick leaking out of you. âPlease, Hongjoong.â
âAh-ah.â He raised his eyebrows. âYou call me alpha, isnât that right?â
âYes.â You whispered. âPlease, alpha.â
He smirked. âHow can I resist when you ask so nicely?â
You whimpered as his hand came down to rub at your pussy. His touch felt so good, and all you wanted was to whine and rut into his hand, but you restrained yourself.
âSo well-behaved.â He remarked, pulling his hand back and rubbing his fingers together, watching your slick drip down his hand. âI just know youâre gonna feel so good around me.â With that, he pushed three fingers inside you, and you moaned.Â
âFuck, Hongâalpha.â You breathed. âFeels so good, alpha. I⊠I want your cock, though.â
âGreedy little thing.â He laughed softly. âYouâre gonna fucking get it, arenât you? So be patient.â
You bit your lip again as he began rubbing his thumb around your clit. âDoes that feel good, pretty? Is that what you need?â
You swallowed. It was a trick question, and you werenât going to answer it.
âAnswer me.â He added a fourth finger.Â
âAh! Yes, itâs good, but I need more, please, Joongâalpha!âÂ
He sighed. âCanât even remember what to call me. I guess I just gotta fuck that disobedience out of you, donât I?â
âYes.â You squeaked. âYes, you do.â
Hongjoong pulled down his pants, freeing his hard cock. Your mouth began to water at the sight. He threw them across the room. âMingi, when are the others coming?â Youâd forgotten he was even there.
âSoon, I think.âÂ
You looked over Hongjoongâs shoulder to see Mingi watching you, his phone in his hand, practically drooling.Â
âGood.â Hongjoong said. âI want to make good on Wooâs consolation prize.â
Fuck. Heâd been serious? You couldnât wait for Wooyoung to arrive.Â
Hongjoong pushed his cock through your folds, coating it in slick. âSo messy, pretty.â
You just watched him, breathing hard.Â
He lined himself up with your entrance. You could just feel him starting to press himself in when there was the loud sound of a door opening. You, Hongjoong, and Mingi all turned around to look at it.Â
San and Seonghwa walked in, both dressed in dark t-shirts and sweatpants. Sanâs eyebrows were raised as he took in the sight. âOh, look at that, Hongjoongâs about to fuck y/n. What did you say, Mingi? Sheâs in heat?â
You could hear the smirk in Mingiâs voice. âYeah, sheâs definitely in heat.â
You didnât even realize youâd started breathing so hard until Seonghwa walked over to you and put a hand over your mouth. âThere. You can start, Joongie.â
âDonât need your permission.â Hongjoong sounded a bit irked, but grinned at Seonghwa as he slid inside you. You moaned long and loud into Seonghwaâs hand. You felt so full⊠but it still wasnât enough.
âFuck me.â You asked, and it came out muffled, but Hongjoong could definitely tell what you meant because he laughed meanly.
âIs there something you want, pretty? Use your words, I canât hear you.â
âFuck me, alpha, please.â You tried again, and you could hear Seonghwaâs snicker.Â
Hongjoong looked up at Seonghwa, pursing his lips. Seonghwa leaned down and gave him a long kiss. You were a little surprised. You didnât know they did that.Â
Hongjoong looked at you after a moment. âI guess I can start fucking her now.â
âYou should.â Seonghwa took his hand away from your mouth. âShe was about to bite my finger or something. Sheâs so fucking horny.â
You wanted to snap out that you were in heat, of course you were fucking horny, but you held back. You wanted to submit, to be a good girl (to be their good girl) more.
âFuck.â San said from where he sat on the end of the bed. âDamn, sheâs so wet, I call next.â
âI was here first.â Mingi said indignantly.
Hongjoong abruptly pulled his hips back before snapping them back into you. You gave a long moan. This was what you needed, someone to fuck you long and deep and hard, into the mattress, someone to fuck a litter into you, someone to knot you and breed you andâ
San cut into your thoughts. âNo, I said it first. You and I both know the second someone starts to dominate you youâre gonna want to be a good boy, so shut up before I have to punish you.â
Sanâs voice was smug, or you thought so, most of the thoughts had left your head as Hongjoong had started to fuck you in earnest. His cock was so big, and so good, and filled you up just right. You couldnât fucking wait for him to knot you.Â
Mingi and San went suspiciously quiet. Honestly, though, you didnât even care who won the argument, who got your body next, so long as they kept going the way Hongjoong was going.Â
The door clicked open again, and you whined as Hongjoong stopped. âAlpha, can you pleaseâ whyâd you stop?â
âWooyoung.â Seonghwaâs voice was practically a purr.Â
You shivered. Wooyoung.Â
âHey, Woo, get over here.â
Wooyoung was in a black satin robe, a sash tied around his waist. His hair was wet, like heâd just gotten out of the shower. He smiled as he saw you. âOh, God, youâre so gorgeous like this.â
âRight?â Hongjoong thrust inside again. âShe feels so fucking tight. Want her mouth?â
Your eyes widened as Wooyoung smiled. âDâyou want me, baby?â
âYes.âÂ
Hongjoong pulled out for a brief moment to readjust, and you whined at the sudden emptiness.Â
âShh, pretty, itâs gonna be okay, youâll be so full soon.â He murmured to you, helping you move so your head dangled over the side of the bed. You looked up to see Wooyoung untying his robe, revealing absolutely nothing underneath. He left it on, untied, as he gently pulled you close to him.
You were practically salivating at this point. His cock looked so good. He was gonna fill your mouth up, and Hongjoongâ
Before you could finish your thought, Hongjoong pushed back inside you. You moaned, and Wooyoung took the opportunity to slide into your mouth. âSo good for me.â He murmured, holding onto your hair.Â
It felt so good, being full from both ends. âFuck me.â You moaned, although it came out muffled and distorted around Wooyoungâs cock. âFuck me, alpha.â
Hongjoong grunted and began to do as youâd asked, aligning his thrusts with Wooyoungâs so you were pushed back and forth between them.Â
Through your cock-drunk haze you could hear Mingi whining. Your eyes darted over to him as best you could, only to see San pulling his cock out and slapping Mingi across the face with it before grabbing onto his hair. âOpen up, slut.â
Mingi obeyed, his tongue lolling out. San groaned as he started to fuck Mingiâs face. Even just from glimpses you could see Sanâs cock was huge, much bigger than most betas. It was bigger than some alphas youâd seen, even.
You couldnât wait for it to fuck you.
Hongjoong noticed. âLike watching Sannie fuck Mingiâs face, pretty?â
You moaned in the affirmative, spit leaking out around Wooyoungâs cock.
âFuck, so messy.â Wooyoung sighed. âSuch a good girl.â
That sent another shiver through you, and you looked up at him through your lashes. He sighed again. âFuck, keep looking at me like that and I just wonât stop.â
You didnât want him to stop. You looked at him for another moment before looking back over to San and Mingi, who were still⊠busy.Â
Hongjoong and Wooyoung kept going as you watched them. San slapped Mingi, and as you watched his hands drifted down to his lap. San slapped him again. âNo, bad boy. You donât touch that alpha cock. Thatâs my job.â
âFuck, San, tell him.â Wooyoungâs fingers tightened in your hair. âMake him be a good boy.â
Wooyoungâs commentary on San and Mingiâs oral was only making you wetter. It was really fucking hot to watch him make Mingi submit, and to see how whiny and teary Mingi got when he was being fucked, even in his mouth. You wondered what heâd look like with a cock at both ends. Like you.
Wooyoung and Hongjoong kept going, kept using you. Your body jerked between the two of them. You were mostly along for the ride. You could feel the slick between your legs as Hongjoong kept fucking into your pussy, and Wooyoungâs hands in your hair turned almost gentle, combing through it as he continued with your mouth.Â
It was a nice contrast, Hongjoong rutting into you like a feral animal while Wooyoung stroked your hair and shallowly fucked your mouth. You closed your eyes.Â
You opened them a second later as a loud whimper filled the room. You looked over to see Seonghwa yanking Mingiâs hair back, pulling him off Sanâs cock. âSannie doesnât get to cum yet, heâs not wasting it on you.â
Before you could see what they did next, Wooyoungâs hands suddenly fisted in your hair, pulling you down onto his cock. âFuck, y/n, Iâm gonna cum.â He held you in place, his hips moving madly. He was in your throat at this point, and fuck it felt so good to be so full at both ends, to be used so thoroughly by your band members.Â
Wooyoung came, and you tried your best to be a good girl, to take it all, to let him use you, but you coughed as he pulled back.
âGood slut.â He whispered, leaning down to peck your forehead.Â
You looked up at him with glazed eyes. âGood for you?â
âSo good for me.â He smiled.Â
You turned over your shoulder. âPlease, need a knot.â
âA knot?â Hongjoongâs smirk was evident even in his somewhat breathless voice. âYou want a knot, why not beg alpha for it?â
âPlease!â You cried out, uncaring if you woke up the whole hotel. âPlease, alpha, need your knot, need it so bad.âÂ
Hongjoong laughed, but it was more of a loud exhale with the effort of his thrusts. âIâll give you a knot.â
He pushed into you, and you could feel something stretching you wide.Â
Hongjoongâs knot.Â
He came, deep inside you, his knot inflating. Wooyoung pressed a hand to your stomach, grinning at the way you felt full. âYou really bred her, huh, Hongjoong.â
Hongjoong reached around to hug you. âCâmon, pretty, relax with me.â
You hummed, pliant, laying down with Hongjoong as he curled up on the bed. Wooyoung joined you, pulling a blanket over your connected forms and cuddling into your other side.
âThanks Woo, thanks, Joong.â You whispered.Â
âNo need to thank us.â Wooyoung kissed your neck, long and leisurely. âAlways glad to fuck our favorite girlâs mouth. Whenever you want it.â
Hongjoong moved his leg, readjusting. You held back a moan at the slight motion of his cock inside you. âYeah, we really should be thanking you, for letting us help you through your heat.â
âItâs not over yet.â You mumbled. âIâve got a knot in me now, but as soon as it goes down⊠my heats tend to last some time.â
âWell, luckily for you, there are eight of us.â Hongjoong smiled.
The bed dipped as someone else got on. Wooyoung groaned in protest. âHwa, let us have our moment.â
Seonghwa laughed softly. âI just wanted to join, not trying to ruin any moments.âÂ
You absently started to stroke Wooyoungâs hair with one hand while you reached out for Seonghwa with the other.Â
Seonghwa smiled, leaning down to kiss you. âSo beautiful, but youâre a needy thing, arenât you?â
Out of the bandâs members, you loved all of them in their own ways, but Seonghwa had always held a special allure. He was incredibly talented. The man played guitar and did vocals, none of the other members filled multiple roles like that. And he was sex on legs when he was onstage, singing duets with frontman San like they were in love. It drove the fangirls insane.Â
And you, but that wasnât something youâd wanted to admit until now.Â
âNeedy.â You nodded in agreement.
  Seonghwa gave you another, longer kiss. This one was sweet, but it had an undercurrent of seduction that yanked you in and kept you there. He was trying to turn you on again, and though Hongjoongâs knot was still locked inside you, it would not be a difficult task.
âHwa⊠Joongâs still inside me.â You whined.Â
Seonghwa bit your earlobe, making you twitch and gasp and arch your back. Hongjoongâs dick twitched inside you at that, and he groaned.Â
âWell, as soon as heâs done, itâs my turn, isnât it?â
The words sent shivers through you. âI thought San and Mingi were arguing about that.â
âTheyâre still⊠busy.âÂ
You looked over Seonghwaâs shoulder to see San sitting in the armchair Hongjoong had been in earlier, scrolling on his phone. His legs were spread, and Mingi knelt between them. âDonât drool on my pants.â San said, his voice bored, but you could see the little smile tugging at his mouth.Â
âFuck.â You whispered. âThatâs hot.â
âMingi and San like to be rough.â Seonghwa smiled. âItâs quite fun to watch. Youâll have to join us more often.â
Hongjoong let out a strangled moan as you clenched down on him. You had no idea what they were, you had no idea what you were with them. You did know, however, that you loved them, and they loved you. And now everyone was fucking, you guessed? But whatever. It seemed to work.
And it seemed youâd fit in with them quite well.
 But you didnât dwell on that too long, because when Seonghwa kissed you again, another wave of slick rushed out of you.
âHongjoong.â You whimpered. âI needâ I needââ
âI know.â Hongjoong kissed your neck. Wooyoung joined in, too, licking up the other side. âItâll go down in just a second, and then Seonghwa can take his turn.âÂ
The phrasing, his turn, turned you on so much. Seonghwa, just like the others, got to use your body. They all would.Â
You couldnât help yourself, you rocked your body back onto Hongjoongâs cock. He hissed in overstimulation. You tried to be kind, to think of him, but your body just wanted to be fucked, more and more and more. You just held yourself back.Â
They kept kissing you for a few more minutes, your body burning, until Hongjoongâs knot started to go down. You whined as he pulled out, suddenly empty. âSeonghwaâŠâ
âI know, baby.â He got his pants off, and you almost started drooling at the sight of his long cock.
Seonghwa slid inside you, and you sighed at the sensation. âFuck...â
Hongjoong and Wooyoung went off to shower, kissing you one more time before they left. Seonghwa set a languid pace, rolling his hips deep inside you. You were both panting after a few minutes, and you threw your head back. âNeed it harder, alpha.â
Seonghwa laughed softly. âAlpha? Iâm a beta, baby, but Iâm happy to fuck you harder.â
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. âSorry, Hwa, I didnât mean toâŠâ
Seonghwa stopped for a moment to kiss your head. âNothing to apologize for. If anything, itâs kind of a compliment. But I know you need a knot right now.â
You swallowed, nodding.
Seonghwa thrust into you a few more times before turning over his shoulder with a sly smile. âMingi, get your submissive ass over here.â
Mingi pulled off of Sanâs cock, his eyes heavily lidded, spit dripping down his chin. He looked obscene, fucked-out without even having been fucked.Â
âYou heard him.â San patted his cheek just softly enough to be a pat and not a slap. âGet over there.â
âMhm.â Mingi climbed onto the bed, sitting in front of Seonghwa.Â
He smiled. âSuch a good boy⊠why doesnât our good fuckpet satisfy y/n? Give her the knot she needs.â His voice was patronizing, condescending, but based on the significant bulge in Mingiâs pants, he was getting off on it.Â
Mingi nodded. âWanna be a good boy for you, sir. Wanna make y/n feel good.â
A shiver ran through you.Â
âWhy donât you take off your clothes, then, and lay down on your back.â Seonghwa raised his eyebrows. âThatâs not a suggestion, Mingi.â
Mingi squeaked, moving faster than youâd ever seen him move to get his pants and shirt off. He propped himself up on the pillows, looking at Seonghwa with wide eyes. You couldnât take your eyes off of his cock, standing hard and full.
Seonghwa smiled and scratched his head. Mingi leaned into his hand. âGood boy. Y/n, why donât you come ride him for me?â
You inhaled sharply and pulled away from Seonghwaâs cock, instead positioning yourself over Mingiâs and grabbing onto his shoulder. He looked at you with the most pathetic, desperate expression youâd ever seen. âPlease, y/n.â
You sank onto his cock, moaning as every inch of it filled you up. He whimpered as you seated yourself fully on him, staying still for a moment to adjust to his size.Â
âGo on, baby. Use him.â Seonghwa encouraged, voice smooth as satin.
You took a breath and began to bounce on Mingiâs cock, moaning as he hit that spot inside you with every motion. Like the rest of him, his cock was big, and you were euphoric as you felt it deep inside you.
Seonghwa tilted your head towards him. You didnât stop fucking yourself on Mingi, but you looked at him.
âAw.â He simpered. âSo sweet. The subs are playing nice. You wanna kiss me, baby?â
You nodded enthusiastically, desperately. âYes, Seonghwa.â
âSir.â He reminded you.
âYes, sir.â You rushed to correct yourself.Â
âGood.â He murmured, leaning in. He gave you a long kiss that mightâve been sweet if he hadnât started biting your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth.
Mingiâs whines were a sweet soundtrack to Seonghwaâs kisses. He sounded so desperate and submissive, a far cry from the Mingi you knew onstage or even off.Â
âCan Mingi fuck me now?â You whined against Seonghwaâs mouth. âIâm tired.â
âOf course, baby.â Seonghwa helped position the two of you so Mingi could start fucking into you. He rubbed Mingiâs back for a moment before suddenly scratching down his spine. Mingi moaned, arching his back and pushing his cock deep into you.
âGood boy.â Seonghwa whispered. âY/n wants you to fuck her, so make sure you do a good job.â
Mingi began rutting into you with the same fervor that Hongjoong had, only with a lot more whimpering and big puppy eyes. âAm I doing good for you, sir?â
Seonghwa grabbed Mingiâs hair and forced him to look at you. âAsk her if youâre doing good.â He looked at you. âBaby, be honest.â
âAmâ am I doing good?â Mingiâs voice was small.
âSo full.â You said, your voice breathy. âSo good, Mingi, Seonghwa⊠Mingi, donât stop.â
Seonghwa laughed meanly. âFor someone with such a nice cock, itâs kind of funny how little Mingi uses it.â He yanked his head back. âHe loves being stuffed full so much. So Iâm sure this is a nice change of pace for him.â
Mingi looked at him. âSheâs so tight⊠Iâm gonna⊠sir, I canât last much longer.â
âKnot her. Give her what she wants.â Seonghwa leaned down to speak into your ear. âHeâs gonna breed you so full, isnât he?â
Mingi pushed into you one last time before his knot expanded and you were locked together. You could feel him start to cum inside you, and you whined, shaking as your own orgasm overtook you.
When you came back into reality, Mingi was collapsed by your side, breathing hard. Seonghwa was furiously working his hand on his cock, and you watched, transfixed.Â
âGood boy, Mingi.â He breathed. âGood girl, y/n. You both did so good for me.â
You made a pleased noise, and that seemed to send him over the edge. He spilled onto his fist, his hips jerking up into it.
ââM sorry I wanted a knot.â You muttered, feeling bad Seonghwa didnât get to finish inside you.
âDonât apologize, baby.â Seonghwa said, looking around for a towel. âYou have no idea how much I like watching.â
Your face got hot at the words. âOh⊠well⊠thatâs good.â
He finally found one, wiping off his hands. Mingi wrapped his arms around you as Seonghwa laid down on your other side. You were sandwiched in a giant Minhwa hug, and it was heavenly.Â
You didnât quite fall asleep, but you were definitely drifting off cuddling with them. Having a knot inside you and two of your eight favorite people in the world with you made you feel happy and safe.
You heard the door open, but you didnât care enough to look and see who it was, at least not until someone came over to you, and you heard two people messily kissing.
You opened your half-asleep eyes to see Mingi and Yunho making out, almost directly over your face. It was quite a sight to wake up to, and you moaned almost without realizing it.Â
They broke apart, both smiling down at you.Â
âHi, sunshine.â Yunho leaned down to peck your forehead, and Mingi adjusted, moving his cock inside you. You whined at that, oversensitive but your body still craving more.Â
They ignored you, kissing each other again. You could feel Mingiâs knot starting to go down, and you pushed yourself back onto him, chasing the fullness. It was too late, though, he was pulling out, whispering an apology to you. âSorry, Yunhoâs gonna go next, though, okay?â
Your body was so hot, the ache between your legs so strong that you just looked at Mingi with big eyes. âIs he gonna fuck me?â
Yunho laughed. âMaybe I wonât. Maybe Iâll just make you lay there and stay still. Hold me deep inside you.â
You take a deep breath, trying to keep it together, but Yunho continues.
âYou just wanna get fucked so bad, isnât that right, you want me to breed you and make it feel so good⊠maybe Iâll just make you take me the way I want it, hm?â
You knew Yunho was an alpha. But heâd always been sweet and kind to you. Heâd never teased you like this.
His large hands moved over your form, caressing you, your tits, your waist, your ass, rubbing your pussy. You stretched out, opening yourself up to all of him.Â
He laughed and unzipped his pants, revealing his cock straining against his boxers. You whimpered just looking at the bulge.Â
âStop teasing, Yunho.â Seonghwaâs voice was playful. âDonât you see how much she needs it?â
You gave Seonghwa a grateful look before turning your attention back to Yunho. âPlease, Yunho.â
âI love your begging.â He smiled, but there was no kindness in it. It was toothy, almost predatory. He completely took his pants off and positioned himself over you like he was about to fuck you. His boxers were still on, and the cotton rubbed against your clit as he rubbed against you. You whined weakly, feeling almost dizzy with the need to be full.
âWhat did I say, Yunho.â Seonghwaâs voice was firmer now. âSheâs in heat. Be nice.â
Yunho sighed, and before you knew what he was doing, you were flipped on your stomach, your knees propped up under you and your face pressed into the pillows.Â
âYou wanna get fucked?â Yunhoâs voice was almost a growl. Clearly he was not happy at Seonghwaâs interference. âIâll fuck you, sunshine.â
A thrill went through your body at his roughness. You could feel his tip at your entrance, and you took a deep breath.Â
Yunho pushed inside in one swift motion, and the breath youâd just taken whooshed out of your lungs. He was so deep inside you, so big, so goodâŠ
And then he started moving. With every deep thrust, you felt like you might cum that second. He was so rough, his fingers digging into your hips. You knew for sure there would be bruises the next morning.Â
Yunho fucked you like he hated you, and as he leaned over your back, you could feel he was still wearing his sweater and buttons from the show. The pins felt cold on your back, and you shivered.Â
âYou like it like that? You like it when I fuck you rough?â
You nodded. âYes, alpha.âÂ
âYou know, you really should share with Sannie.â Seonghwaâs voice was light, lilting. âHeâs been waiting so patiently.â
You could hear rustling behind you, and a whimper that sounded like Mingiâs. It was probably San standing up, and you wondered if Mingi had returned to sucking him off as soon as his knot had gone down and heâd left the bed.
Yunho fucking growled.Â
You whined, the display of dominance turning you on more, but the rest of the room went silent.Â
âIâm so sorry.â Yunho said immediately, stilling his hips. âOh my God, I did not mean to do that.â
âItâs okay.â San said, and he sounded genuine. âTake your time with y/n, Iâll get my turn after.â
You did your best to stay still, trying not to ruin their conversation, but you needed him fucking inside you.Â
âThank you, San.â Yunhoâs voice turned to you. âYou alright, sunshine?â
âMhm.â Your voice was small. âYes, Alpha.â
âYou want more?â Yunhoâs voice turned smooth, slippery.Â
âYes.â You breathed.
âYunho?âÂ
You pushed yourself up from the bed at that voice. âYeosang?â You hadnât even heard him come in.
But there he was, sitting cross legged on the bed beside you. You could see the fabric between his legs was dark, clinging to his thighs with slick.Â
âWhat is it, baby?â Yunho hummed.
Yeosang bit his lip. âI fear⊠y/n may be sending me into heat.â
Your head nearly spun at that. One omega sending another into heat was not something that happened often, not unless the pheromones were just right. It had to be the scents of the alphas in the room whoâd already fucked you who had a relationship to Yeosang, right? It couldnât be you?
Yeosang smelled sweet, smelled needy. You whined.Â
âHey, Sannie? I have an idea.â Seonghwa said. âWhy donât you fuck Yeosang while you wait your turn.â
âFuck.â San sighed. âI would love to, but I gotta keep disciplining this little slut for now.â There was a strangled noise from probably Mingi.Â
You could hear Seonghwaâs smirk in his voice. âJoong? Wanna get over here and fill Sangie up?â
âI can do that.â
Youâd almost forgotten about Hongjoong and Wooyoung. You looked around for them and saw Wooyoung laying on the other bed, watching, as Hongjoong got up to position Yeosang beside you.Â
He smiled at you. âHi, y/n.â
âHi, Yeosang.â You breathed. He was so beautiful, still in his stage makeup, with bronze blush and little star freckles dotting his cheeks. âYouâre so pretty.â
âYouâre pretty.âÂ
âCan I kiss Yeosang?â You looked over your shoulder at Yunho.
He laughed, thrusting his hips into you. Your head fell back on the pillow in front of you.Â
âYeah, you can kiss him.â
You pulled your head up and looked at Yeosang for a moment, just taking him in. His expression went blissed-out for a moment as Hongjoong slid inside him, and you took that opportunity to pull his face to yours and kiss him.
âMm, y/n.â He moaned into your mouth. âYou taste so good.â
âWooyoung.â You explained.Â
You and Yeosang kept kissing, your hands slowly getting a little more exploratory with each other, while Yunho fucked you and Hongjoong fucked him. It felt so fucking good to have him inside you, and to have two pairs of warm hands on your body.Â
You were dimly aware of Seonghwa moving to the other bed, and based on the sounds you were hearing he was touching Wooyoung, but you were too caught up in Yunho and Yeosang to really care.Â
You could barely breathe for the size of Yunhoâs cock inside you. He wasnât quite as big as Mingi, but he still felt delicious inside you, hitting spots inside you that made you sigh and whine in pleasure. This was a side of him youâd never seen, and it made you feel so good.
âFuck me.â You whined.Â
âI am, sunshine.â Yunho gripped your hips tighter. âYouâre already kissing Sangie, do you need someone else to come over and shut you up with their cock?â His voice turned into a whisper that edged on a growl. âNo one else is touching you till Iâm done with you.â
Yunhoâs possessiveness was really fucking hot. He was a man possessed, fucking you with the fervor of an acolyte worshipping their god.Â
Yeosang whimpered, and you looked at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, tears beading at their corners, and his mouth was wide. You wondered what heâd look like choking on someoneâs cockâ Mingiâs giant one, maybe. Although it seemed from what Seonghwa had said he wasnât going to be fucking anyoneâs face. Maybe they used Yeosang as a punishment. Heâd have to hold Mingi in his mouth while Mingi stayed completely still. You could see it in your mindâs eye, Mingi looking at Hwa or Hongjoong and absolutely begging to thrust down Yeosangâs throat, and them denying him time after time. Maybe heâd even cry.
You were pulled out of your thoughts by a particularly rough thrust from Yunho, and you cried out as you felt his knot starting to build at your entrance. âFuck, Yunho, knot me, please.â You cried.Â
âBeg a little harder.â He snarled.Â
âPlease, please, Yunho, please!âÂ
âThatâs it.â He held you in a punishing grip, forcing his knot into you. You held your hand to your stomach, feeling the bulge of him inside you. He began to cum, groaning, and your orgasm hit you at the same moment. You arched your back, pushing you into a kiss with Yeosang, who returned it with a whine.
Yunho slumped on top of you, pressing a kiss onto your back. âYou feel so fucking good, sunshine. Taking my cock so good.â
You sighed. âYou feel so good, Yunho.â
The door opened one more time. You knew who it had to be.Â
âJongho.â San said. âWelcome to the orgy!âÂ
You could smell him as soon as he walked into the room. Youâd forgotten heâd started entering pre-rut right after the show, and had decided to sequester himself in his room. It seemed Mingiâs text had encouraged him to come take a turn with you.Â
Yunhoâs knot went down quickly, deflating at the scent of another alpha clearly ready to fuck you into submission. The look in Jonghoâs eyes was downright predatory, but the rest of his expression looked a bit nervous. He was chewing on his lip. âHey y/n⊠do you still⊠need someone?â
You could feel yourself growing distressed at the sensation of so many ateez memberâs cum leaking out of you. âYes, Jongho, please, I need you to fill me up.â
Jonghoâs clothes were off him in a flash, and he was on top of you. You were briefly worried that Yunho would get aggressive again, but he seemed spent, moving to take your place making out with Yeosang on the other half of the bed.Â
âNot so fast, Choi.â San stood up. âIâve been waiting though everyone else, itâs my turn.â
Jongho looked thoughtful for a moment. âWhat if we shared?â
San raised his eyebrows. âIâm listening.â
âIâll get inside her⊠and then you can join me.â He looked between your legs. âI think her little hole can take it.â
You clenched around nothing, breathing hard. The thought of both of them inside you at the same time, fucking you in rhythm, was almost more than your heat-addled brain could handle. You needed them so bad you could barely even get out a whine, your desire choking you.
San smiled. âI like that idea.â
Jongho lined himself up with you, everyoneâs cum and your slick making it an easy slide inside. You still gasped as he filled you up. Jongho was so thick, you wondered how San would fit.Â
âFuck.â Jonghoâs voice was low. âIâm gonna knot you so hard.â
You took a shaky breath, lifting your hips weakly in an effort to get him to move.Â
He laughed and grabbed your legs, starting to push in and out. Your eyes started to lose focus.Â
âSan, get over here.â
You werenât even paying attention to how they were positioning themselves, your eyes fixed on the ceiling, but you could feel a finger enter beside Jonghoâs cock.Â
The stretch was so good. It was intense, but you could handle it. You wanted more. You wanted both of them.Â
âMore.â You choked out.Â
âSlut.â San bit out. âIâll give you more.â He bypassed two fingers and skipped straight to three. âGood, taking it so well. Youâre gonna need to be prepared if you want both of us.â
âWant both of you.â
San sighed. âSo impatient.â You could feel something bigger pressing at your entrance, beside Jongho. San swore, Jongho made a high noise, and you panted as he slowly pushed himself inside of you.Â
âBeautiful.â Jongho reached down to brush away a piece of your hair. âBeautiful girl.â
You made a pleased noise.
And then you couldnât make any noise at all as they began to fuck you, alternating thrusts. First Sanâs cock, then Jonghoâs, then Sanâs, then Jonghoâs. It was so much, and the rhythm was uneven at the beginning, making it even nicer when they settled into it. You were overstimulated, your body trembling and leaking slick and taking it so well, as Jongho and San kept telling you.
The room had descended into debauchery. Hongjoong and Yeosang were still going at it, with Yunho stroking Yeosangâs cock. Seonghwa and Wooyoung had begun to fuck Mingi from both ends, and he looked like he was in heaven. And of course Jongho and San were both deep inside you.
You hadnât expected your night to go like this, not even a little bit, but you were so glad for the turn it had taken.
Jongho groaned. âIâm gonna cum, Sannie.â
San sighed. âUgh, fine.â He moved up towards your face and held his cock in front of your mouth. âGet me off, y/n.â
You practically started salivating at the sight of his cock, opening your mouth and starting to lick at his tip.Â
Jongho gave a few more strong thrusts before his knot inflated. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he locked himself inside you and started to cum, weakly sucking on San.Â
As your orgasm passed, you flopped on your back, completely exhausted.Â
âItâs okay, baby, I can finish myself off.â San whispered, kissing your forehead. âYou were so good for us.âÂ
You finally felt satiated for the night, satisfied, now that all eight of your boys had had the chance to take a turn with you. Your heat hadnât broken yet, but you felt safe now. If you had them with you, everything would be okay.
And as the rest of them finished up and crawled on the bed to cuddle with you and the others, you thought that this was what a pack must feel like.Â
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Eddie Munson x female! reader, Steve Harrington x reader
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Summary:
Youâre in love with Eddie, Eddieâs in love with someone else. Somehow, he accidentally ends up in a relationship with you anyway.
Warnings:
(18+), SERIOUS angst, there is only pain here, hurt/no comfort or hurt/a little comfort, cheating, pregnancy, pregnancy complications, birth/c section, Eddie is really out of character and is a total dick, Chrissy is out of character and she also sucks (sorry guys), smut, fingering, protected p in v, virgin!eddie, virgin!reader, really awkward first time!
Word Count: 14.6k
A/N:
WOW okay this was totally unexpected to write. The length especially. This is just something depressing for the anti-Valentineâs Day mood. Iâve been nervous to post so I hope you enjoy! Big giant thanks to @punkrockmlchael (who made my beautiful banner again and also beta read), @the-witty-pen-name , @fizzing-imagines, @losingmygrasponreality, @writhingg , and @lesservillain for bouncing ideas and beta reading! I couldnât have written this without you. Also ignore that thereâs only dividers for half the fic, apparently you can only add 10 images to a post đ
dividers by @/strangergraphics
Best friends.
Thatâs what you and Eddie were, and always had been. Growing up as neighbors in Forest Hills, you met when you were 8 and Eddie was 10, after he moved in with his uncle.
To be honest with yourself, you had had a crush on Eddie Munson since the first time you laid eyes on him. A silly childhood crush at first, he was so cute with his curls, short at the time, and it made your heart beat fast whenever you walked to the store together for snacks and he held your hand.
He would play you all kinds of music youâd never heard before, heavy stuff that was totally new to you. You werenât sure about it at first, but you grew to love it. When he got into D&D, he would talk your ear off about his campaign plans for hours. You didnât mind. You liked listening to him talk. When he started Hellfire, you were the first member to join. You didnât know how to play an instrument, but you were Corroded Coffinâs biggest fan.
Eddie was everything to you. He was the first person you went to with any news, the only one you were excited to tell anything and everything to. He took you to see every new slasher movie, bought you your first dice set. He was the first thing you thought about in the morning and the last you thought of at night. At some point, it turned into more than a crush.
At some point, you fell in love.
Eddie was oblivious. He never dated in high school, but that didnât seem to bother him. You didnât, either, but it was mostly because you were so preoccupied with loving Eddie. You tried dropping hints, but he never seemed to figure it out. You were too scared to just get it over with and tell him outright.
So, you remained best friends. Just friends.
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âAre you going to prom this year?â Wayne asked, sipping his beer as he sat relaxed in his recliner. Eddie nursed his own beer, feet up on the coffee table.
âNah,â Eddie said. âYou know thatâsâŠnot my thing.â
âYou should go at least once,â Wayne said. âMight regret it.â
âI doubt it.â
âI had a great time at my senior prom,â Wayne reminisced, smiling at the memory. âYou should give it a shot, Ed. Why donât you take your little friend from next door?â
Eddie shook his head. âI donât feel that way about her.â
âYou can go as friends,â he pointed out. âIâm sure sheâd like that. Girl adores you.â
âIâm pretty sure she has a crush on me,â Eddie winced, sipping his beer. âI donât want to give her the wrong idea.â
âYou donât have to marry her, Ed. Just show her a good time. You two have been so close for so long, Iâm sure she would understand.â
Eddie thought about it. He didnât want to go to prom, like at all, but he wanted to make his uncle happy. And if he had to go with someone, it might as well be you, his only female friend, right?
So, he approached you at your locker the next day at school. âHey.â
You turned to him, your face immediately lighting up with a huge smile. âHey, Eds.â
âI, uh,â Eddie looked around awkwardly. âI just wanted to ask if youâd want to go toâŠprom with me?â
Your eyes went wide, but inside your heart was thundering out of your chest. Had Eddie really just asked you out? âProm? Really? I thought you hated prom?â
âYeah, well,â Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. âItâs my last senior year. Hopefully, at least. I figured I might as well give it a shot. We can pre game and sneak in some alcohol. And if itâs lame, we can ditch.â
You couldnât wipe the huge smile off your face. You were almost a little concerned at how hard your heart was beating in that moment, like it would give out. âIâd love to go with you.â
Eddie gave you a soft smile. âCool. Iâll pick you up at 6 that night.â
You watched as Eddie left, heading in the direction of his next class of the day. You waited until he was out of sight before you went sprinting in the direction of Robinâs locker.
You found her there, taking her books out. She startled when you ran up on her, placing her hand over her chest. âJesus. Whatâs up with you?â
âEddie just asked me to prom,â you blurted out. Robinâs jaw dropped open.
âNo way!â She exclaimed, her look of shock turning to one of pure excitement. âThis is huge. I always knew he was into you.â
You blushed. âI donât know. I had given up hope of him liking me back. This was so out of the blue. I didnât even think he wanted to go to prom at all.â
âMaybe heâs just better at hiding his feelings,â Robin offered. âEither way, weâre going dress shopping. Prom is only two weeks away!â
That weekend, Robin convinced her mom to drive the two of you to Indianapolis to go shopping in the big city. You were both giddy with excitement - Robin wasnât much of a dress girl, and she didnât have a date. The only person she wanted to take, she couldnât ask. You were pretty sure Vickie was into girls and Robin in particular, but Robin was still too scared to make the move. You didnât blame her. It wasnât like typical rejection if things went wrong. So, instead, Robin was going with a group of girls from the marching band as friends.
Her mom took you to the huge mall, which was much more impressive than Starcourt. It was huge, with a ton of different stores. You made a stop at Camelot Music first, where Robin got a new Blondie tape and you grabbed the new The Smiths record and a Metallica Master of Puppets tape for Eddie, since his had recently broken.
Next was the formal wear store. You were both immediately overwhelmed when you walked in, the racks and racks of fancy dresses as far as the eye could see. All different colors, lengths, and styles. It wasâŠa lot.
âWellâŠI guess letâs get started,â Robin said, her voice unsure.
You probably tried on 50 dresses each. You and Robin giggled as you tried on the dresses her mom picked for you, big floofy pink and blue monstrosities.
âYou look like a marshmallow. Like a big pink marshmallow,â Robin had commented.
âYeah?â You laughed, gesturing towards her powder blue gown. âWell, you look like a wedding cake.â
An hour and a half into dress shopping, you were both getting tired and totally over it. You had the last gown youâd picked out in your hand, and you told yourself if you hated this one, too, youâd just say fuck it and go to prom in your ripped jeans.
You pulled the dress over your head, smoothing it down your body. When you turned and looked into the mirror, you gasped. You actually lookedâŠbeautiful.
The dark purple dress hugged your curves, pushing your breasts up and making them look much sexier (and perkier) than they really were. The skirt fell above your knees, showing off your legs. You did a little twirl, the skirt swishing around your thighs. You loved it, it was by far the best one youâd tried on.
âAre you alive in there?â Robin called from outside the dressing room, and you smiled to yourself.
âI think we have a winner,â you called back.
âOoh!â Robin said just as you moved the curtain and walked out. You saw Robin standing in a dark blue dress that looked beautiful on her, the skirt long but flattering.
âOh my god,â she said. âYou look stunning! Eddie is going to lose his mind.â
You blushed at the mention of Eddie. âYou do too!â And she did. Finally, you had both found something.
After you left the dress shop with your bags in hand, you were both feeling much happier. You made a stop at Afterthoughts, where you found some earrings and a necklace to match your dress.
You couldnât believe you were going to prom, and with Eddie. It was a dream come true.
You couldnât wait.
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Prom night, you were shaking as you got ready. The dress was just as beautiful as you remembered. The jewelry you had picked out matched your dress even better than youâd hoped.
Eddie picked you up right on time. He smiled at you awkwardly when he picked you up, holding a corsage in his hand. âHey.â
You beamed at him. âHi. IsâŠthat for me?â
âOh, yeah.â He looked at it like he had forgotten he had it. âYou look pretty,â he told you as he slipped the corsage onto your wrist. You blushed as you pinned the boutonniĂšre to his black suit jacket.
âYou look handsome yourself,â you told him shyly.
Eddie drove the two of you to the school. The parking lot was packed with studentsâ cars and even a few rented limousines. Just as you were about to get out of the van, Eddie stopped you. He reached into his glove compartment and pulled out two black flasks, handing one to you.
âThis should make this night a lot more fun, yeah?â He smirked. You smiled back, before making a face as you took a sip of the burning liquid. Eddie laughed, which made you start giggling, too.
You took a photo together at the booth near the gym doors, which Eddie wasnât super excited about. The next thing he did was head for the food, piling a tiny plate full of appetizers. You followed him, grabbing a cup of punch to help wash down the liquor in your purse.
Eddie wouldnât dance with you until after heâd finished his flask, claiming it was stupid and he wouldnât be caught dead dancing at prom. But by the time he finished it, he had enough of a buzz that he didnât care. You were tipsy, too, and absolutely elated when he stood and took your hand, leading you to the floor just as a slow song came on.
Eddie playfully groaned, rolling his eyes, but he pulled you close to his body anyway. Butterflies took flight in your stomach as he placed his hands on your hips and you wrapped yours around his neck. The two of you swayed together in time to the music. You could not stop smiling. You laid your head on Eddieâs chest, tuning out the music as you listened to his heartbeat.
After prom, you headed back to the van. Youâd had the best night of your life, one you would never forget. Yeah, you were both a little bit intoxicated, but you were floating on the clouds for a whole different reason.
âDâyou want to come back to my place?â Eddie asked as he started the engine. âWe could drink a little more, smoke a joint. Wayneâs working.â
You wanted nothing more. âYeah, that sounds good.â
At the trailer, Eddie rolled up a thick joint as you gathered the bottles of liquor and shot glasses from the cabinet. Eddie was back in normal clothes, and youâd changed into one of Eddieâs shirts and a pair of his sweatpants that were too big on you.
Eddie sparked up the joint as you poured each of you two shots of tequila. You clinked your glasses together before downing them both. Eddie took the first drag on the joint, his eyes falling closed as he inhaled the thick smoke. He looked gorgeous like this, curls still tamed and framing his face. The smoke escaped through his perfect lips, trailing up and throughout the bedroom. He handed the joint to you, and you gratefully took it, bringing it to your painted lips. Some of your lipstick had rubbed off on the shot glasses, leaving a stain.
As the night went on, the two of you got progressively more drunk and high. By the time it was 2am, the two of you were giggling messes, listening to music over the stereo and talking about the latest campaign. Suddenly, in your drunkenly stoned haze, you remembered the gift stashed in your purse.
âOh!â You exclaimed, jumping up to grab your small bag. âI forgot. I got you something.â
âYou got me something?â Eddie asked, confused, his words slightly slurring together.
You reached into the purse and pulled out the bag from Camelot. You hoped he loved it, because now that it was in your hands, you were suddenly nervous. You turned, smiling softly as you handed Eddie the bag. âI just saw it while I was at the mall with Robin and I thought of you.â
Eddie raised his eyebrows at you as he took the bag. He reached inside and pulled out the Metallica tape, a huge grin spreading across his face immediately. âShit! You didnât have to do this. But itâs fuckinâ awesome you did.â
You giggled, flopping back onto the bed next to him. You laid with your head on his pillow, smiling up at Eddie from where he sat next to you. âIâm glad you like it. I know yours broke. Probably because you play it all the time.â
Eddie poked you in the side, making you laugh harder. âShut up, Freak. You love Master of Puppets just as much as I do.â
âThatâs true,â you conceded. You looked up at him, his chocolate brown eyes gazing down at you. They sparkled, like his personality was shining its way through. He had a strong nose, kissable lips. God, you wanted to kiss those lips.
Eddie had never realized how pretty you were. He always just saw you as his long time best friend, the girl who definitely crushed on him but he never saw that way. He still didnât think he had feelings for you, butâŠyou were pretty.
âHave you ever kissed a guy before?â He asked, pushing a section of hair off your shoulder.
You blushed at the question. You didnât have much experience, your love life was nonexistent. But you had kissed someone, at least. âYeah. Tommy Hagan in 7th grade.â
Eddieâs eyes went wide. âTommy Hagan? That dickhead? You never told me that.â
You shrugged, your cheeks red and hot. âIt didnât mean anything. I got invited to Heather Hollowayâs birthday party and he was there. We all played spin the bottle. It only lasted two seconds and we never really talked again.â Eddie hummed. âWhat about you?â
It was Eddieâs turn to look sheepish. âUh, yeah. A girl at school, Chrissy, in 8th grade. We didnât date or anything.â
Now it was your turn to be shocked. âChrissy Cunningham? You didnât tell me that, either!â He had never mentioned her. You knew it was stupid, but you were struck with jealousy at his words.
âIt was nothing,â he said, brushing it off.
âLook at us,â you laughed. â18 and almost 20, and weâre still a couple of virgins.â
Eddie looked down at you, something unfamiliar swimming behind his eyes. He had never wanted to kiss you before this moment, but now... âI mean, we can change that.â
Your heart stopped in your chest. âWhat do you mean?â
Eddie thought about it for a moment. This could be a point of no return, a step in a direction he didnât want to take. But in his drunk and high mindâŠhe wanted it. He wanted you.
He leaned forward slowly, so slowly. Your breath hitched in your throat right before his lips pressed against yours. They were just as soft as you always dreamed they were, and your mind went even more hazy from his kisses.
Neither of you were experienced at all and you were both pretty intoxicated, so the kiss was a little awkward and desperate. All tongues and teeth clashing together, hungry for one another. Eddieâs hand slid beneath your t-shirt - his Hellfire shirt - trailing up your smooth skin until he reached your breasts. You hadnât worn a bra with your dress, so you were bare chested beneath the thin shirt. His calloused fingers delicately grazed your nipples, making you shiver. Youâd never been touched there before, never felt anything like this. Being touched by Eddie was so much different than being touched by your own hand.
âI love your tits,â Eddie mumbled against your lips between kisses. You hummed, arching your back into his touch.
âFeels good, Ed,â you moaned quietly, body turning into pure electricity under his wandering touch. Your own hand tangled in the curls at the back of his neck, loving the way your bodies molded together, the feeling of his body finally pressed up against your own.
âYeah?â He squeezed your breast one more time before his hand moved to your back, sliding down your body until he grabbed your ass, pulling you into him. You gasped, feeling how hard he was through his own sweatpants. âYou feel how hard I am?â
âYeah,â you whispered back. You moved your hand to his chest, sliding it down his body until you reached the tent in his pants. He groaned as you felt him, squeezing his cock through the material.
Eddie sat up, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere on the floor. You eyed his bare chest, the tattoos adorning his pale skin. You traced a finger over the design on the left side of his chest. God, he was so hot.
His hands slid up your shirt, pulling it up and off. His gaze dropped straight to your tits, he was practically drooling. He reached for the waistband of your sweatpants next, pulling them down your body slowly, leaving you in nothing but your panties. You were grateful you picked something pretty, red and lace.
âSo sexy,â Eddie moaned. He leaned forward and kissed your stomach, which startled you a little. He trailed kisses up your body until he reached your breasts, where he ran his tongue over one of your nipples before wrapping his lips around it. You moaned as you arched into his touch, his mouth, whatever he would give you.
His hand slid down your body slowly, slowly, until it reached your panties. He slipped beneath them, fingers dipping between your folds. He could feel how insanely wet you were, and it only made his cock harder.
âSo wet for me,â he said. âBet you canât wait for my cock.â
You whimpered as he pressed a finger against your entrance. Slowly, carefully he pushed it inside, stretching you for the first time. You gasped at the intrusion, but the pain faded quickly. Eddie slowly pumped his long finger in and out of your pussy, pressing against something deep inside that felt incredible as he curled his finger against it. He added a second finger shortly after, and the stretch was more intense, but from the feeling of the size of his cock in your hand, you knew it wouldnât even be comparable.
Eddie fingered you a little longer, getting you nice and wet and ready for him, before he removed his hand and slipped your panties off. Now bare before him, he drank you in with his hungry eyes. His cock twitched in his pants.
You helped him push them down his hips, and he kicked them off onto the floor. He didnât have boxers on underneath, and his dick was so much more impressive once fully revealed. It was big enough that it made you feel scared even through your mind haze.
âYou can take it,â he assured you, his words still slightly slurred. âI know you can.â
He reached over you into the bedside table and pulled out an unopened box of condoms. âFinally get to use these,â he laughed, taking one out of the box and ripping it open. You watched as he slid the rubber over his hard cock, tip red and glistening. You wished you could have had a taste.
Eddie got in between your legs, kissing all over your neck before meeting your lips again. His tongue pressed into your mouth immediately, attempting to distract you from the pain where he was lining himself up and slowly beginning to push inside.
You whined as he began to fill you, inch by thick inch. When he was fully seated inside he pulled back and snapped his hips back into you, making you gasp. He set a quick pace, desperately rutting into you as he chased his pleasure, his drunken rhythm sloppy and uneven.
You held onto him tightly as he fucked into you, and he groaned into your neck where he had his face buried. âFeels so good,â he moaned, not exactly caring how you felt, only worried about his own quickly impending orgasm. It was his first time and he was not going to last.
âEddie,â you whined, âyouâre so big.â
He groaned at that. âYeah, baby? You like it?â
âMmhmm,â you moaned, and it did feel good, but he was also splitting you in half.
âFuck,â he hissed, âIâm gonna cum. Iâm gonna fucking cum.â
He pumped into you just a couple more times before he was stilling, buried to the hilt inside you as he filled the condom. He moaned loudly, body trembling on top of you as he rode out his orgasm. You didnât get to cum, but you were too drunk to care.
Eddie pulled out, removing the condom and tying it off before tossing it into the trash can. He collapsed onto the bed next to you, his naked body sweaty, chest heaving.
âThat wasâŠgood,â you said, not knowing if it was or not. You were happy to have lost your virginity to Eddie, and the whole night had been a dream. But he hadnât exactly cared about your pleasure. You waited for Eddie to reply, to say anything, but nothing came.
He was already snoring.
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The unbearably bright light shining through the window around his curtains is the first thing Eddie experienced the next morning. It woke him up, but he only squeezed his eyes shut tighter, groaning as the light made his pounding headache infinitely worse. Fuck, he drank way too much last night.
He barely even remembered it. He remembered the prom, he remembered drinking a lot, doing shots, and smoking a joint. He remembered you, but his memory was hazy. How did you get home anyway? He didnât remember driving you home after prom.
Eddie stretched, his muscles stiff. He was naked beneath his blanket, which wasnât entirely unusual. He probably just didnât feel like changing once he got his suit off.
Eventually he figured he should get out of bed. He rolled over and stood with another old man groan. Fuck, he had to cut back on the drinking, because he definitely felt a lot older than 19 right now.
He pulled on some boxers and a pair of sweatpants he found on the floor, remaining shirtless. Wayne would be passed out in his own bedroom after a long night of work at the plant. But Eddie was starving, and he needed something for that headache.
When he stepped out of the room, the first thing he noticed was the smell. Something delicious was wafting from the kitchen, the smell of bacon overpowering some other food scents. That was weird. Wayne didnât cook breakfast, not the morning after a work night. He walked down the hall cautiously, brows furrowed as he neared the end of the hallway. He turned the corner, and froze.
You were there in the kitchen, expertly flipping a pancake in a pan. A plate sat on the counter next to you filled with bacon, and another pan on the next burner was cooking scrambled eggs. Oh, and you were dressed in nothing but Eddieâs oversized t-shirt and your underwear.
Oh shit, Eddie thought. What the fuck did I do?
The floor creaked as he stepped into the kitchen, and you turned around, a smile spreading across your lips at the sight of him. âHey, sleepyhead. I made us some breakfast. Thought you could use something on your stomach.â
Eddie didnât know what to say or do. Did he sleep with you? Oh god. He was going to be sick. âUh, good morning. You, uh, didnât have to do all this.â
He watched as you plated the finished pancakes and eggs. âI thought we could both use a big breakfast after last night,â you said, giving him a smirk. Oh, shit. He did sleep with you last night. He drunkenly lost his virginity after prom, to you.
Fuck. He was a fucking idiot.
You started making plates for the both of you. âI set out a water bottle and some Tylenol for you over there,â you said, nodding to the corner of the counter. Eddie took the medicine immediately, desperate for some relief from his unbearable headache. Now he wasnât sure what was making it worse, the hangover or the knowledge of what heâd done.
He sat down across from you at the small table. He didnât know what to say. Your friendship would never be the same after this. He knew you liked him, he didnât like you, then he slept with you. Now he had to crush your heart. He really felt like he was going to be sick.
âDid you sleep okay?â You finally asked as the two of you ate, breaking the silence.
âHuh?â Eddie snapped back to reality. âOh. Yeah.â
You smiled softly at him. You figured he was just still cloudy from the weed. âI had a good time last night.â
âYeahâŠâ Eddie said. âMe too.â
Your face lit up at that, and he could have slapped himself. He didnât mean that. He didnât even remember the sex. He was not doing a good job of not leading you on. âListen,â he said, âabout that-â
âIt was really good,â you said. Eddieâs watched as your cheeks turned red and you looked down at your plate. âSorry. I just meantâŠI enjoyed it. Being with you.â
Eddie had suspected, known even, that you had a crush on him, but this was the first time youâd ever admitted it out loud. Eddie was really going to have to stomp on your heart to put an end to those thoughts, and it was all his fault. He never should have brought you home after prom. âLook, I-â
âI didnât think you liked me back,â you continued, rambling nervously, excitedly. âIâŠto be honest with you Iâve had a crush on you for years, but I was always too scared to tell you. But you never seemed like you were into meâŠuntil last night.â You giggled, covering your mouth. âI canât believe weâre together now.â
Together?
Oh, fuck. He couldnât do this. He could not do this. He couldnât crush your spirit, wipe that elated smile off your face. Heâd never seen you look so happy. He felt like the biggest asshole.
âOh, yeah,â he said instead. âUm, me either.â
âI canât wait to tell Robin,â you continued. âSheâs going to freak.â
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Eddie couldnât believe he had gotten himself into this situation.
Sure, you were his best friend so he liked your personality, and itâs not like you werenât cute, but he just didnât have feelings for you in the way you did for him. But now he had slept with you and you thought he liked you back. He had somehow, some way, become your actual boyfriend.
âI thought you didnât like her like that?â Gareth asked the next school day after prom at lunch. You were sitting with Robin today. You often bounced between the marching band table and the Hellfire table.
âI donât,â Eddie said simply.
Gareth, Jeff, and Grant looked at him like he was crazy. âThen howâŠwhyâŠ?â
Eddie slammed his hand on the table. âStop grilling me, okay?â
âSomeoneâs cranky,â Jeff muttered, turning back to his lunch tray in front of him.
âYeah, youâre in a pretty shitty mood to be the only one of us to lose his virginity and get a girlfriend,â Grant commented. Gareth and Jeff agreed, nodding along.
âYeah, well,â Eddie muttered. âWould be nice if it was with someone Iâm actually into.â
âHarsh,â Gareth tsked. âYou should be honest with her. Youâre just leading her on.â
âI canât.â Eddie buried his face in his hands, exasperated and stressed. âItâs gone too far. She thinks Iâm her boyfriend. She thinks I like her back. I canât crush her like that.â
The other three boys exchanged a look. âSoâŠyouâre just gonna marry her?â Grant asked.
Eddie froze. That is where this would eventually lead if he didnât turn it around. But he was scared. He couldnât bring himself to burst your bubble. âIâll figure something out.â
As lunch was ending, Eddie jolted when you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek. âHey, babe,â you giggled. âHow was lunch?â
âGood,â Eddie said, giving each Hellfire boy a look that said donât say or do a damn thing.
âYou guys are so cute,â Robin said, holding her hands over her chest as she tilted her head to the side with a smile. âIâm so happy youâre finally together.â
Eddie felt sick. Just like he had all weekend, since the morning after prom. âYeah,â he said. âIâm a lucky guy.â
Your whole face lit up with a smile. âI was thinking maybe we could hang out after school. Do our homework and work on the Curse of Vecna.â
Eddie groaned internally. This was such a disaster. âSure.â
That day after school Eddie drove you back to his place. He reluctantly did his homework with you, mostly copying your answers rather than actually learning anything. Then the two of you laid on his bed and made out.
Hey, if he was going to be stuck in this relationship with someone he didnât actually care for, the least he could do was take advantage of the benefits.
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You spent four years with Eddie before you started noticing something was off.
It was the scent you started noticing on his clothes at first, like flowers and vanilla. You lifted his shirt from the laundry, the unexpected smell hitting you. You didnât own anything that smelled like this, and Eddie certainly didnât. You knew the smell of his cheap cologne better than anything, the amount of times youâd laid your head on his chest and smelled that distinctly Eddie scent. Something was wrong.
When you confronted him about it, he brushed it off. âItâs this new girl at work. Her perfume is so strong, everyone smells like it.â
You accepted the answer for the time being. But then there were other things you began to notice. A scrunchie that definitely didnât belong to you on the floor of the passenger side of his van. A condom wrapper in the bathroom trash after youâd been out of town for the weekend. And finally, a pair of pink panties stuffed into the back pocket of his jeans that were so clearly not yours it was nearly comical if it hadnât made you want to die.
When you confronted him about it the next time, it was with tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat. âEddie,â you said, your voice cracking as you tossed the panties onto the floor in front of where he sat on the couch. âWhat are these?â
Eddie knew he had been caught. There was no getting out of it this time. You didnât own any underwear like that, and it was the wrong size. How could he have been so stupid to have kept the panties? âIâŠâ
âReally?â You sobbed. âYou have nothing to say?â
âIâm not sure what you want me to say.â Eddie looked down at his hands. âYeah, Iâve been sleeping with someone else.â
Even though you already knew his words were true, they still hit you right in the heart. You could feel it cracking, could feel the fault lines forming, the blood and life seeping out of it. âWith who?â You asked, barely audible. You werenât sure if you wanted the answer, but you needed it.
âThatâs not important-â
âIt is important,â you said. âItâs important to me.â
Eddie didnât respond at first. He didnât want to respond. âChrissy Cunningham,â he answered reluctantly at last. âBut donât pull her into this, she doesnât deserve to be-â
âChrissy Cunningham?â You scoffed. âEddie, weâve been together for four years. Chrissy knows weâre together. So she was just fine sleeping with a guy she knew was taken?â You laughed humorlessly through the tears. âWow. You guys are perfect for each other, then.â
Eddie shook his head. âDonât do that, man, she-â
ââManâ?â You couldnât believe the conversation you were having. âWow, I sure got demoted from baby fast, huh?â
He rubbed his hands over his face. âPlease. I donât wanna do this. I donât feel like doing this.â
âThen maybe you shouldnât have cheated!â You yelled back. âWhy would you do this? How could you do this to me? I thought you loved me.â
Eddie mumbled something under his breath, something you couldnât catch.
âWhat?â You asked. âI canât hear you. Just fucking tell me. Why would you do this to me?â
When Eddie looked up at you, his eyes were full of anger, flames flickering behind his normally sweet doe eyes. The ones you had gazed into, taken comfort in so many times. When he opened his mouth, nothing but poison seeped out.
âBecause I never loved you!â Eddie yelled, hands running through his hair to the point he was practically pulling it out. You had never seen him so upset. âFuck! I went out with you because we were friends and I felt bad, and by the time weâd been together for months it was too late. I never liked you back like that. Thatâs the truth, finally.â
His words hit you like a shot to the chest. You stared at him with your lips parted, staggering gasps being dragged into your lungs. You shook uncontrollably as if it were suddenly freezing. But the tears didnât yet fall. You felt like you might be in shock. âHowâŠâ
âHow did I pretend to be in love with you?â He scoffed. âI didnât do a very good job of it, but it doesnât seem like you ever noticed. You were so blinded by who you wanted me to be, you couldnât see what was right in front of you. Hey, as long as I came home and fucked you before passing out next to you, you just took it.â He laughed, a cruel, sinister laugh. âYou just let me treat you like shit. Like you have no respect for yourself, or were just that obsessed with me.â
You didnât even know who this was in front of you right now. This person who looked like Eddie, sounded like Eddie, but was spewing such horrible, hurtful words that Eddie never would. You didnât recognize him at all. You wanted to blame his words on his heightened emotions, but you could tell everything he said was true. Especially with the cheating to back it up.
Thatâs not how you treated someone you cared about.
âSo you just led me on for four years instead of telling me?â You asked. There was no fight behind your voice like there was in his. Only hurt and defeat. âEddieâŠeven before all this, you were my best friend. How could you do this to me?â
He didnât have an answer for that. Because he was a selfish idiot coward? That was the truth. âLook, me and Chrissy- it just happened. It wasnât supposed to, but it did. She came in to the Hideout, we got to talking-â
âAnd you fucked her?â You finished for him.
He just looked at you. âYeah.â
The truth was, Eddie felt bad. He knew he had fucked up astronomically bad. He had led you on, used your body, betrayed you. Wasted four years of your life. He knew you thought he was the one, he knew you were waiting for a proposal that was never going to come. It was his fault things had gotten this far.
Maybe he thought he could fake it âtil he made it. Maybe he thought if he pretended to be into you, eventually he would be. But that never happened.
And now you were crying, hard. His chest ached for some reason, even though he had no right to hurt for what he had done to you. He deserved to feel like shit.
He wasnât prepared for the next words that came out of your mouth.
âIâm pregnant, Eddie,â you said, eyes squeezed shut as if that would stop the torrent of tears currently streaming down your face. There was no response. You had to force yourself to open your eyes and look, wondering if he was even still there.
He was. He stared at you, brown eyes wide, mouth hanging slightly open. âYouâre- no.â
âI am,â you said, voice hoarse from crying. âIâŠâ
Eddie shook his head. âNo. No, no, no. This is not happening. Itâs not fucking happening.â
You only cried harder. The pregnancy hormones had nothing to do with this; this was pure devastation, pure heartbreak. Your heart felt like it had crumbled in your chest and there was nothing left to repair even if you could.
âLet me see the test,â he said, holding a hand out.
âWhy would I lie?â You asked, voice weak. You were so emotionally worn out, you felt like you could sleep for weeks. Months. Years. You wanted to.
âBecause you want me to stay with you?â He scoffed. âLook, Iâm not saying youâre lying, but I want to see to be sure.â
You just stared at him. Finally, you said âFine,â going into your shared bedroom and coming out with a piece of paper with your office visit report. âI went to the doctor. Here.â
Eddie took the paper from your hands, examining it carefully. Sure enough, under âReason for Visit/Diagnosisâ, it said âPregnancy - 8 weeksâ.
âChrist,â Eddie said. He rubbed his hands over his face, like he was trying to erase the information from his brain. He was panicked. He couldnât be a dad. Not right now, maybe not ever. He didnât even know if he wanted kids. And with you? His soon to be ex girlfriend who he had treated like shit and didnât love? âI mean fuck, man. What are we going to do?â
âI donât know,â you said. Your voice was small, like all the fight had left you.
Eddie felt like he had ruined his life. For one thing, you were both still so young. That was without even mentioning the mess of a ârelationshipâ he had gotten himself involved in, the fact that it would never work out even if he wanted it to because he didnât have feelings for you, and now he was standing here crushing his pregnant girlfriendâs heart. Like an asshole.
He was an asshole, and he knew it.
âLook,â he said finally. âIf thereâs really a kid-â
âThere is.â
Eddie continued. âIâm not gonna abandon it. IâllâŠbe here. Iâll pay child support, I want to share custody, I want to be involved.â
You nodded. At least there was that, you supposed. As heart broken as you were, as much as you felt like going to sleep and never waking up again, you couldnât bear the thought of Eddie leaving both of you. This baby deserved better.
âLook, IâŠI need some time. Iâm gonna go stay with Wayne for a little while. Until I can get my own place.â Eddie looked at you with pity now, the news of the pregnancy dousing the fire of his earlier cruelty. âYou can keep the apartment. Weâve got the guest room for the baby, unless you decide to move out.â
You just nodded again. âOkay, Eddie.â
The two of you looked at each other. This wasnât just the end of your apparent farce of a relationship, but also of your nearly lifelong friendship. Things between you and Eddie would never be the same again. He had taken your heart you gave to him and stomped on it, spit on it.
That was the thing you couldnât get past. He hadnât just rejected you, he had destroyed you. The cheating, the lying. Playing you like a fucking game. Like you meant nothing not just to him, but at all. You didnât know how youâd ever learn to trust again, or if you even wanted to. Eddie slept on the couch that night, too late at night to drive to Wayneâs.
When you woke up the next morning, he was gone.
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Your pregnancy was difficult. You had severe morning sickness in the beginning - hyperemesis gravidarum, your doctor called it. You struggled to keep any food down, and ended up hospitalized for fluids multiple times. Your doctor was concerned and considered you a high risk pregnancy. You went from monthly doctor visits to weekly. You felt pretty sure your emotional devastation wasnât helping your physical health whatsoever.
Eddie was helpful, at least. He called you every couple of days to see how you were doing and if you needed anything. He remembered your appointment days and called to ask what the doctor said. He shopped for your groceries for you and dropped them off at the house. It would have felt nice, if you didnât know he was only doing it for the baby and not you, and if you didnât know he was still sleeping with Chrissy.
You went through most of the pregnancy alone. At 16 weeks, you noticed a bump for the first time, standing in front of your full length mirror as you got ready for work. It took you by surprise, this little baby bump that seemed to have popped up overnight. You ran your hand over the skin there, surprised by how firm it felt. There was really a little baby in there.
You had an ultrasound that afternoon. You were thrilled to see the baby, one of the only things you looked forward to anymore. The technician showed you your baby, thriving and wiggling around in there. It made your heart swell. She measured the heartbeat and played it out loud, the little whoosh whoosh whoosh comforting.
Eddie came to the apartment that evening to bring you the baby swing he had bought. You were in the kitchen cooking yourself chicken alfredo for dinner, wearing a thin tank top and your short sleep shorts. Eddie let himself in, since he still had a key in case of emergencies. You werenât surprised to hear him coming in since heâd told you heâd be over.
You heard his footsteps heading into the kitchen, then - âWoah.â
You turned from where youâd been stirring the sauce, raising an eyebrow at him. âWhat?â
He gestured towards your stomach. âYou, uhâŠyourâŠâ
You laughed lightly. âThe bump? Yeah, thatâs new.â
Eddie walked over towards you, leaning against the counter next to the stove. He didnât know how to feel about it. It was strange to see, and it made him feel weird in his chest. Something heâd never felt before. âItâsâŠitâs cute. You look cute.â
You laughed again. âIâm about to get a lot bigger.â
The two of you stood in silence for a minute. Then, finally, Eddie worked up the courage to ask - âCan IâŠcan I feel?â
You were surprised by the question. Sure, Eddie had been pretty devoted to this baby during the pregnancy, but it still caught you off guard. âOh. Sure.â
You turned and he walked up to you cautiously. He raised his hands, slowly moving them towards you as he looked up at you for confirmation it was still okay. Finally he placed his hands on your belly, feeling the firm bump beneath his hands. It was real. He knew it was real, but now it was real.
âWow,â he said after a minute. âThatâsâŠwow.â He gently rubbed the bump, in shock that that was his child beneath his hand.
âI got an ultrasound today,â you said. âWant to see?â
âOf course,â he answered immediately. He watched as you headed into the living room, already developing the slightest little waddle. He couldnât help but smile.
You pulled the printed photos from your purse, bringing them over. Eddie gently took them from your hands. âHoly shit!â He said, laughing as he closely examined the photos. âIt really looks like a little baby now instead of a blob.â
âYeah,â you agreed with a smile. âThey said weâd find out if itâs a boy or a girl at the next one. At 20 weeks.â
Eddieâs eyes darted up to you. âReally? Can IâŠgo?â
You raised your eyebrows. âReally? You want to come with me to the appointment?â
âYeah, of course. I want to know what weâre having. I want to be there myself.â
You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking about it. âHow will Chrissy feel about that?â
Eddieâs expression hardened for the first time since heâd come over. âI can do whatever I want. And weâre not talking about her right now.â
You rolled your eyes, heading back into the kitchen to tend to your dinner. âI guess you can come, Eddie. Itâs your baby too. But donât bring her.â
âIâm not,â he assured you. You thought heâd have to be a fucking idiot to bring her, anyway. âI just want to be there.â
You felt like you couldnât take that from him. If he wanted to be an involved father, he could. You encouraged that, in fact. This baby didnât deserve to be born into the mess that was your relationship, or what used to be your relationship. Your issues with Eddie needed to be put aside for the sake of your child.
So, four weeks later, you waddled your 20 week pregnant self down the stairs of your apartment complex and into Eddieâs van where he sat idling, waiting to pick you up. He helped you climb in, and you waved him off when he tried to buckle you up. âIâve got it, Eddie. Iâm not totally helpless.â
âI know,â he said, âI just want to help.â
You rode to the doctorâs office without speaking, the only sounds being the heavy music playing over the stereo. You couldnât stand it. Since the break up, you couldnât listen to Eddieâs music anymore. Too many memories, too many associations.
When he pulled up at the office, he hopped out quickly to run around and offer you a hand as you carefully climbed down. The bump was significantly bigger already, it was in the way and threw off your center of balance. And Eddie was not about to let you fall and hurt yourself and the baby.
You had grown to know the staff at the office since you were there so often. They greeted you by name the second you walked in, looking pleased to see you. In the exam room, Eddie sat in the visitorâs chair, looking as awkward as he felt.
When the tech walked in, she barely managed to contain the surprise on her face to see Eddie with you. You had been to every appointment alone, and they knew you werenât together with the father. But she quickly plastered a smile to her face, walking over to you.
âAre you excited?â She asked you. âItâs a big day!â
âSo excited,â you giggled. âIâm ready to know.â
You laid back and lifted your shirt up and she squirted the cold gel onto your belly, your least favorite part. She placed the wand on your stomach and began moving it around. There was a screen only she could see, and a bigger screen facing you and Eddie that showed the baby.
The little wiggling baby popped up on the screen, moving all around. You smiled, relieved to see the little guy or girl was doing well. You always worried between ultrasounds that something would happen.
The two of you watched as the tech examined and measured the various body parts, making notes in your chart as she performed the exam. Then, finally, it was time.
âOkay,â she said. âEverything looks great! Do you want to know what youâre having?â
âYes,â you and Eddie answered immediately at the same exact time. You glanced at each other, laughing lightly.
You were nervous. You werenât sure why. You really didnât have a preference for the babyâs sex, but this was a huge deal. This made it real, really real. The baby was about to go from âthe babyâ to your son or daughter. They would have a name, you would be able to shop more. This was a huge moment, and your heart thumped hard in your chest.
She moved the wand a little, looking where she needed to look. She smiled - âItâs a healthy baby girl.â
You choked out a light sob, hands moving up to cover your mouth. You couldnât believe it. A baby girl, a daughter. Your daughter. Thoughts flashed through your mind of pink little dresses, playing dolls, dance recitals and late night dance parties. Or maybe she would be more of a tomboy, playing sports and getting dirty. You would love her no matter who she turned out to be.
Eddie stared at the screen in awe. A daughter. He was having a daughter. He couldnât believe it. He didnât have a preference for the gender either, but hearing it was a girl, it just felt right. Like this was the child he was meant to have, this was the perfect outcome. His body overflowed with the love he felt for this tiny person already. He nearly reached over and grabbed your hand, but thought better of it. It wasnât his hand to hold anymore.
You left the appointment in high spirits with a stack of ultrasound photos in your hand. You kept looking them over, amazed at how much the baby looked like a baby. Just as you were about to get back in the van, you felt something move that made you gasp and nearly drop your bag.
âWhat??â Eddie asked, immediately by your side. âAre you okay? Is it the baby?â
You looked up at him wide eyed. âIâŠâ You were about to say something else when you felt the movement again. You quickly grabbed Eddieâs hand and placed it on your stomach, right where you felt it.
He looked at you strangely, but kept his hand there. Then, a second later - another kick, right where Eddieâs hand lay.
âHoly shit!â He exclaimed, jerking his hand back out of instinct before putting it back. âDid she just kick?â
âI think so,â you said, an incredulous giggle in your voice.
âSheâs strong,â Eddie commented with a smile. He gently rubbed his hand over the bump. âMy girl. Gonna be a soccer player or something. Or just kick some serious ass.â
You laughed, your hand resting next to Eddieâs. âThis has been the best day Iâve had in months.â
Eddie felt a pang of guilt at that. He knew he was the reason for your sadness, for your pain. And now here you were, giving him the greatest gift he could dream of, even if itâs one he didnât expect. He couldnât wait for this baby to be here.
Robin threw you a baby shower when you were 33 weeks pregnant. You were huge and uncomfortable, and still mentally a disaster. But Robin had put in so much work you were at least going to make an attempt to enjoy yourself.
She had taken you shopping for a dress, and youâd landed on a long, light pink one with a hem right beneath your breasts, the rest of the dress draped over your belly. It made you feel pretty, even if gigantic.
When you and Robin walked in, the party was already underway, your friends, family, and acquaintances mingling around, eating from the buffet table. There was a table surrounded and piled high with gifts, a rocking chair with a bow on it sitting next to it.
âOh my god, Robs,â you said, tears springing to your eyes. âYou didnât have to do this.â
âOf course I did,â she said, nudging your arm. âYou deserve it, babes. You and her both.â She placed a hand over your belly, making you smile. âYouâve been put through hell this pregnancy, the least I can do is give you a good party.â
Robin led you over to the buffet table, where Steve Harrington was standing. You furrowed your brows at your best friend as you walked, and she gave you a sheepish smile and shrug.
âHeâs different now,â she said. You couldnât believe your ears. âHeâs not King Steve anymore. And he helped me out a ton with this party. Heâs kind of a dingus, but heâs cool.â
Steve gave you a kind smile as you approached. âHey,â he said once youâd both reached him, standing up straight. âCongratulations. You look beautiful.â
You blushed, because you certainly didnât expect him to say that. âIâm huge,â you said.
Steve chuckled. âWell, youâre growing a whole human. Donât be too hard on yourself. Itâs hard work.â
You were completely shocked that Steve was being so nice to you. He had never been mean to you, but he definitely saw you and Eddie as Freaks in high school, and never gave you or Robin the time of day. He really did seem different.
âCome on,â Robin said, pulling gently on your arm. âLetâs get you and that baby something to eat. Itâs gonna be a great party.â
And it was a good party. You were having a good time talking with your guests, everyone wanting to feel the baby and asking you questions. The food was good, too, you thought as you filled your third plate in 30 minutes. You were having a good time.
That is, until the door opened and two guests walked in late.
Eddie walked in, looking awkward, a gift bag in hand. He knew a good number of the people in attendance hated him, and for good reason. The fact that Eddie showed up to your party wasnât the bad part. You were on okay terms. It was the fact that he walked in, hand in hand with Chrissy Cunningham.
Your heart stopped in your chest. You hated that you still werenât over Eddie, but it was the truth. You felt like you would throw up at the sight.
âOh, fuck no,â Robin muttered under her breath from next to you, before she stood tall and started walking over to them with purpose.
âRobs, wait!â You called, following after her, but Robinâs long strides were much faster than your 8 month pregnant waddle. Robin was already there when you reached the three, her finger pointed in Eddieâs face.
âAnd what do you think gives you the right to come marching into her party with your little girlfriend?â She was yelling, fury in her eyes like youâd never seen. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you??â
âRobin-â you started, but she wasnât even hearing you.
âYou are the scum of the fucking earth,â she said to Eddie. âYou donât belong here. You donât belong outside enjoying the day. You belong in a cave.â
Eddie was looking at her with an irritated expression on his face. Chrissy stood next to him, her big eyes wide as she held onto his arm. It made you feel so much worse.
âThis is my daughterâs baby shower,â he said. âI have a right to be here.â
âNo, this is her shower.â Robin gestured towards where you stood slightly behind her without even turning around. âThis is for her. She has been through hell, and itâs entirely your fault. The only thing you did besides ruin her life is put the damn baby in her. Good job, Eddie!â
Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes. âDown, guard dog, this has nothing to do with you. Get out of my face. Iâm here to celebrate my daughter. Not yours.â
âAnd you had to bring your skank with you?â
Both you and Chrissy gasped. You had never heard her speak that way before. Eddieâs eyes darkened. âDonât talk about her like that. She has nothing to do with this.â
âShe slept with you multiple times while knowing you were in a relationship. So yeah, sheâs a skank, and youâre a slut too. I guess you guys are made for each other.â
âBabe, why donât we just go-â Chrissy said softly.
âBabe,â Robin mocked. âHow cute.â
âIâm not leaving,â Eddie said, looking from Chrissy to Robin, and finally to you. âI deserve to be here. So get over yourself.â
âI think you should leave, Eddie.â
You turned as you all looked behind you, where Steve had walked up. His expression was serious, and Eddie narrowed his eyes at him.
âThis doesnât concern you, Harrington.â
âWell, it kind of does,â he said, tilting his head to the side. âThese are my friends. I helped organize the party. No one would have cared if you wanted to be here, but you had to go and bring your girlfriend to rub in her face?â
Eddie was taken aback. He couldnât believe Steve Harrington was here and had the nerve to talk to him and his girlfriend this way. He was about to say something rude back when you spoke up.
âItâs okay,â you said, your voice timid. âThey can stay.â
Steve and Robin looked at you with concern etched on both of their faces. âAre you sure?â Steve asked quietly. âRobin told me your pregnancy has been complicated. You donât need any extra stress.â
âItâs okay,â you repeated. You werenât entirely sure if you were really okay with it, but you didnât want drama at your baby shower. At least, not any more drama than what had already been caused.
Steve looked at you, giving you any chance to change your mind, but you didnât say anything else. Steve looked at Eddie and Chrissy. âShe says you can stay, you can stay.â
The rest of the party was admittedly very awkward. Eddie kind of felt like shit - he knew he shouldnât have brought Chrissy here. It was the wrong move. He thought maybe it would be alright, but the second he walked in the door he knew what a mistake it had been.
When it was time for gifts, you felt a little uncomfortable. Even as a child you had never enjoyed the whole âopening gifts in front of the whole guest listâ part of parties, but you knew your older relatives would find it rude if you didnât.
You got a lot of lovely gifts - lots of girly clothes and tiny dresses, bottles, burp cloths, a baby monitor, baby soap and towels, health stuff, toys, all kinds of things. You even got some bigger items, like a high chair, a car seat, and a stroller. You were so grateful you teared up multiple times. As a single mom, you had been worried sick about how youâd afford a lot of this stuff.
When you opened Eddieâs gift, it was just a piece of paper inside the bag. You were confused, until you took the paper out and saw the photo of the crib you had been eyeing on it, and a note that he had ordered it for you. Cue the waterworks.
Chrissyâs gift was probably the ugliest baby clothes youâd ever seen in size 24m and a toy she wouldnât be able to play with for years. You wanted to throw the gift back in her face. She did that shit on purpose.
The rest of the party went well. You managed to avoid Chrissy, or maybe she was avoiding you. You gave each of your friends and family hugs as they left when the party was over, thanking them for coming and for their gifts.
Eddie gave you a nod as he and Chrissy left. He was always so much more pleasant when he wasnât with her. You could always tell when she was in his ear, too, because he would start stupid arguments and stress you out. You were tired of Chrissy in your business. You never wanted to see her for the rest of your life.
But that was Eddieâs girlfriend, the girl he actually liked, and Eddie was this babyâs father. So you supposed youâd have to live with her.
At 33 weeks, days after the shower, you noticed horrible swelling in your hands and feet. More than the normal pregnancy swelling. You brought it up at your doctorâs appointment, and she was immediately concerned.
Your blood pressure was through the roof. You were diagnosed with pre eclampsia and told to head straight to the hospital to be admitted.
You cried on the way to the car. This whole pregnancy had been hell, and as excited as you were to meet the baby, you were miserable. And it wasnât time for her to come yet. You were terrified.
You drove around the corner to the hospitalâs main entrance, walking inside and giving the receptionist the paper from your doctor. They had you upstairs and set up in bed in no time, hooked up to monitors and put on strict bed rest.
The first thing you did once you were settled was grab the bedside phone. You dialed Robinâs number first, filling her in through tears. She promised to be over right after work with movies to watch, wanting to make you as comfortable as possible while you had to be in the hospital.
Next, you called Eddie.
âHello?â He answered, a laugh in his voice, and you could hear Chrissy giggling in the background. It made you feel infinitely worse.
âEddie. Itâs me.â It was obvious in your voice that youâd been crying.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked, suddenly serious. âIs it the baby? Is she coming? Itâs too early!â
You sniffled. âNot yet. But I have pre eclampsia. They hospitalized me and put me on bed rest until the baby is born.â
âShit,â Eddie hissed. âDo you, uhâŠdo you need me?â
âCan you run by the apartment and grab my bag I packed?â You asked. âMaybe throw some extra stuff in there since Iâm going to be here for a while?â
âYeah, of course. Iâll be there as soon as I can.â
The next week in the hospital was a long one. You were bored to death, even with Robin and Steve coming by every day after work and on their days off. They would bring different movies from Family Video every day, and they had bought you a collection of board games to play together.
At 34 weeks, things took a turn for the worse.
Your water broke and labor began far too early. You were in a panic. Robin had been visiting at the time, and next thing you knew, doctors and nurses were rushing in, checking your vitals and fussing over you. The contractions started immediately, coming strong and fast.
âCall Eddie!â You called to a shocked Robin, who froze for only a few seconds before dashing for the phone.
By the time Eddie sprinted through the door, breathless and mercilessly alone, things were well underway. Labor had set in fast, and the babyâs vitals were dropping. They had to get her out as soon as possible.
âWeâre going to be taking you back for a C section, okay?â The doctor told you kindly, but you could hear the seriousness of the situation in his tone. âWe need to get this baby out right now.â
You had never been more terrified in your life. You could not lose this baby. You didnât care much about your own well-being, but losing this baby would kill you.
âCan I come?â Eddie asked, his voice shaking. He was equally terrified. This baby, his daughter, meant the world to him already and she wasnât even here yet. He needed both of you to be okay.
âYes, youâll just have to change into a pair of scrubs,â the doctor said. âOne of the nurses will bring you some then bring you to the OR. We just need to get her in there and prepped immediately.â
Eddie watched as they wheeled you from the room quickly, disappearing down the hall with an urgency that made him sick to his stomach. Just as heâd been told, a nurse walked up with a pair of surgical scrubs and a hair cap, snapping him out of his internal panic.
He went into the bathroom and changed into the scrubs, pulling his hair up into a bun and putting the cap on. He slipped the shoe covers on last. He felt like he looked ridiculous, but he really didnât have time to think about that right now.
Inside the operating room, you laid on a table with your arms strapped down out to the side. You also wore a cap over your hair, and a large drape curtained off everything below your chest.
âHey,â you said, sounding nice and calm and a little out of it. âYou came.â
âOf course I came,â Eddie said. He stood next to you as the doctor got to work. He did not want to think about what was going on behind that curtain.
It wasnât long before the doctor said âHere she is!â and the next thing Eddie knew, he heard a shrill cry. It made his heart stutter in his chest, he lost his breath. Moments later one of the nurses came around with the tiniest baby Eddie had ever seen, wrapped in a hospital blanket. He couldnât believe what he was seeing. His child.
You gazed at the tiny bundle in the nurseâs arms. You were so drugged up you couldnât really comprehend the moment, but you knew that tiny bundle was your daughter. Here at last. And alive, healthy. Pink skin and a head full of brown hair.
âWould you like to hold her?â The nurse asked as the doctor went to work on stitching you up. âWe have to get her to the NICU, so only for a moment. Iâm sorry.â
The NICU. Eddie didnât want to think too hard about that. âYes, I want to hold her.â Eddie held out his arms and the nurse gently placed the tiny baby in them.
She was so small. She felt like glass, like the most fragile thing in the world. He took in every aspect of her appearance, from her hair that matched his, to her tiny button nose, her little pink lips. Her eyes were closed, so he didnât get to see her eye color.
He moved over to you and held the baby down for you to see. âHere she is,â he whispered to you. âOur baby girl.â
You smiled a loopy smile, but you could feel the love practically bursting out of your chest. âHi, Lottie,â you said, tears welling in your eyes. âCharlotte Mae.â
Charlotte did great, and had none of the problems common in premature babies. It was a miracle, and you were so grateful.
There was a knock at your door before it opened. Robin walked in, Steve trailing behind her. They both had smiles on their faces and held gift bags. Steve held a bouquet of beautiful flowers. He wore a yellow sweater and jeans, his long hair styled. You couldnât help but notice how cute he was.
âHey, mama, how are you feeling?â Robin greeted, coming over and giving you a kiss on the cheek. She looked down at the sleeping baby in your arms. âHi, Lottie!â
âWeâre doing good,â you said, a tired smile on your face. Eddie had been over earlier, but had to leave when Chrissy called the hospital phone, demanding he come home. It had made your chest ache, especially when he obeyed.
âHey,â Steve said, moving to your other side. He held up the flowers. âI, uh, brought these for you.â
âHad the idea, picked them out, and bought them himself,â Robin said, wiggling her eyebrows.
The way Steve was looking at you did something to you, something felt deep in your chest. âThank you,â you smiled at him. âTheyâre beautiful.â
âWe also brought you these,â Robin said, placing both gift bags on your lap. One was purple with pink tissue paper, and the other was blue with yellow paper. âCan Auntie Robs hold her now?â
âOf course,â you replied, gently passing the tiny bundle into Robinâs waiting arms. She held the baby like a natural, gently rocking her.
You reached for the purple bag first. You pulled the paper out and found a comfy pair of pajamas for yourself, and a matching set for Charlotte. There was a card inside that read, Iâm so proud of you. Youâre going to be the best mom ever! Love, Auntie Robs.
You almost teared up, looking at Robin. âThank you,â you said. âThis means so much.â
âOf course,â she smiled. âNow open Steveâs!â
You laughed as you grabbed the blue bag and removed the paper. Inside you found an assortment of candy, and a small teddy bear. A card inside read Motherhood looks beautiful on you. Youâre going to rock it. Iâm glad weâve become friends. Love, Steve.
âHow did you know I have a sweet tooth?â You asked Steve with a laugh. You couldnât focus on his note right now unless you really wanted to cry.
âRobin,â he laughed. âShe filled me in.â
Robin and Steve visited for as long as they could, taking turns holding Charlotte and helping to take care of both her and you. You were so grateful to have such support, such amazing friends.
Custody was a whole other ordeal. You and Eddie had agreed that he would get Charlotte every other weekend, starting when she was 5 months old and could take a bottle when she was with Eddie since you were breastfeeding.
It worked out, Eddie didnât argue with you much unless Chrissy started convincing him to, as she sometimes did. He started missing his scheduled weekends, claiming plans with Chrissy. The thing is that Chrissy knew what weekends Eddie had Charlotte, and she would do this on purpose. And he just let her.
It made you so mad. Lottie deserved better than this. She deserved a father who was excited to see her any chance he got. You began to resent Eddie more and more.
It was Saturday night, and Eddie had bailed for the weekend again. He was taking Chrissy to Indianapolis to spend the weekend and go shopping. Honestly, you were in the mood for a good cry.
Not only was Eddie bailing on his visitation, but he was also pushing for more. You didnât understand it, but you knew who was behind it. Chrissy just liked stirring up shit between you and Eddie. You were convinced she got a kick out of it.
You figured the best way to get a good cry was to go rent a sappy movie. You were sure a good romance would have you sobbing within the hour. You packed Lottieâs diaper bag, strapped her in her car seat, and drove to Family Video.
You smiled when you saw Steve behind the counter through the glass doors. He was on the phone as you walked in, but he gave you a big smile and held up a finger to tell you to hold on a second. You started browsing the movies, seeing what was available.
Steve got off the phone as quickly as possible, rushing over to your side. âHey, Lottie,â he greeted the baby on your hip, making her giggle and reach for him. You handed her off as Steve happily took her. âSo, what brings you in today? Not that Iâm not excited to see you.â
You couldnât help but smile at Steve. âRough weekend. I need a good cry.â
He frowned. âWhy?â
You sighed. âJust Eddie and Chrissy stuff. The usual.â
Steve nodded in understanding, but it pissed him off. He hated the hell Eddie and his girlfriend put you through on a constant basis. He wished he could make it better. âSo you need a sad movie?â
âYeah. Any recommendations?â
He thought for a minute. He browsed the shelves as Lottie played with his name tag. âHmmâŠoh!â He reached forward and plucked a VHS off the shelf. âThis one will get you for sure.â
You took it from his hands. âSteel Magnolias. I havenât seen it.â
âOh, itâll definitely make you cry,â Steve laughed as you examined the tape, reading the back synopsis.
âDo you know that because it made you cry?â You teased, a playful smile on your lips as you looked at him again.
Steve blushed bright red. âMaybe.â
You laughed, poking him in the side. âWho knew you were such a sap, Steve Harrington.â
âHey,â he said, holding up his free hand in surrender. âChicks dig a guy whoâs in tune with his emotions.â
âIs that so?â
âIt is so,â Steve confirmed with a grin. You could never wipe the smile off your face when Steve was around. He was just so fun, and kind, and funny. He was a great friend, and cute, too, if you let yourself admit it.
You exchanged the tape for Lottie then followed Steve back to the counter where he checked you out. âJust one movie tonight?â
âYeah. I pass out too early now to watch more than one.â
Steve chuckled as he scanned the tape and pulled up your account. He clicked on his computer for a few seconds before a receipt began to print. âAlright, youâre all set.â
âThanks,â you smiled as you took the tape and receipt from him. âIâll see you around, Steve!â You turned and began walking to the front door, ready to get home, get Lottie comfy in bed, then watch your movie.
âHey,â Steve said, stopping you. You turned around, confused.
âWhatâs up?â
âUmâŠâ Steve cleared his throat. âWould youâŠwant to go out sometime?â His voice was nervous, like youâd never heard it before.
His words caught you off guard. You raised your eyebrows, switching the baby to the other arm. âWhat?â
âGo out? Like, on a date?â
You blinked at him. âYou want to go on a dateâŠwith me?â
âYeah,â he smiled nervously at you. âIâveâŠbeen wanting to ask you out for a while. But you just had so much going on, I didnât want to add more stress to your plateâŠâ
âSteve, you could never do anything but make my life better. I love spending time with you.â
He beamed at that. âYeah? WellâŠwould you want to go on a date with me?â
âSure,â you smiled. âI would love that.â
You finished packing up Charlotteâs bag, making sure it was stocked with plenty of clothes and her favorite toys, including the teddy bear Steve had given her, which was her absolute favorite. Eddie had plenty of diapers and wipes at his house so you didnât have to worry about that.
You had your date with Steve tonight. He was going to be picking you up shortly after Lottie left, so you had already gotten ready. You wore a short little dress that youâd been waiting for an excuse to wear forever, your hair hung perfectly, and you had done some light makeup. You hadnât dressed up like this and gone on a date inâŠever.
There was a knock at the door right on time. âThereâs daddy!â You told Charlotte, who smiled big and clapped her little hands together. You scooped her up and headed for the front door, opening it to reveal Eddie.
Eddie smiled at Charlotte, but immediately took notice of your look. âWhere are you going all dolled up? Got a hot date?â He asked, a sneer in his voice.
Your smile dropped. So he was going to be like this today. âYeah. I do, actually.â
Eddie didnât like that. The thought of it struck an unusual and unwelcome jealousy into his chest. âWith who?â
âThatâs none of your business,â you said. You handed over Charlotteâs bag. âI can do whatever I want. You cheated on me, remember?â
He didnât acknowledge your second comment. âIt is my business if youâre bringing my daughter around some guy.â
You stared him down. âWell, you bring your mistress around our daughter, so I donât think you have the right to say anything.â
Eddieâs eyes darkened. âChrissy is my girlfriend.â
âSure.â You turned to Charlotte, smiling at her. âIâll see you Sunday, baby girl. I love you so much.â You gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek before handing her off to Eddie. âIâll see you Sunday.â
Eddie left, and you sighed. You took some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. You would not let Eddie ruin this night. This was your first time being asked on a date, and you were going to have a good time.
It was about 15 minutes later that Steve picked you up. He looked handsome, wearing a button up shirt and jeans. He held a beautiful bouquet of flowers that he handed you as you opened the door.
âYou look gorgeous,â he said, and you could tell from his voice that he truly meant it. You blushed deeply as you took the flowers.
âThank you,â you smiled. Steve followed you into the apartment, stepping over toys as you walked into the kitchen. You grabbed a vase and filled it with water, placing the flowers inside.
âWhere are we going?â You asked as you walked with Steve to his car. He held the passenger side door open for you, and you smiled at him as you slid in. He was such a gentleman.
âI was thinking, dinner and a movie is too lame, too cliche. We watch movies all the time. So,â he gestured into the backseat, âI packed us a picnic, and got us tickets to see David Bowie in the city tonight.â
You stared at him, blinking. âIâŠno you didnât.â
Steve laughed. âYeah, I did. I know youâre a big fan, and he was performing nearby, soâŠâ
âOh my god!â Your heart was beating out of your chest, you felt like it would explode. âSteve. Oh my god.â
Steve was very proud of himself for this one. He knew youâd freak out, but your reaction was even better than he hoped. âThatâs why I asked you out tonight specifically. I, uhâŠalready had the tickets.â
You quickly swiped a falling tear off your cheek before it could mess up your makeup. âSteve Harrington, I think Iâm in love with you.â
That made Steveâs heart swell. Because he felt the same way about you.
Steve drove the two of you to the park, where you found a spot next to a large tree. He laid out the blanket and sat down the picnic basket heâd packed full of all kinds of foods. You ate together, laughing and joking and having the best time. But you couldnât shake the buzzing excitement in your belly from the news of the concert.
It was a couple hourâs drive to the city, but it was worth it. The show was incredible, everything you dreamed seeing David Bowie would be. Steve held your hand, which sent electricity through both of your bodies.
When Steve brought you home, he walked you to your apartment door. Butterflies were flying in your stomach, still ecstatic from the most incredible date you ever could have imagined.
âI had a great time,â Steve said.
âMe too,â you agreed. âTruly. Do youâŠwant to come in? The night doesnât have to be over yet.â
A smile spread across Steveâs lips. âYeah. Iâd like that.â
Steve followed you in. As you turned to him, you saw something behind his eyes. Like he was thinking, considering something. He lifted a hand and caressed the side of your face with the back of his hand, thinking he had never seen someone as beautiful in his life. âCan I kiss you?â
Your breath hitched in your throat. âIâŠyes.â
Steve smiled lightly. Then he was leaning in, closer and closer, until his lips pressed to yours.
Sparks flew. You kissed him back eagerly, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush to his own. The kiss turned heated, Steve pressing your back up against the wall as he kissed you passionately. His hands began sliding up the skirt of your dress.
âSteve,â you said, breathless against his lips. âTake me to my room.â
The next morning, you woke up next to Steve. He had his arm around your waist, cuddling you close. You were both naked. As you awoke, Steve did, too, pulling you closer to him and nuzzling his face into your neck. âDonât go,â he mumbled.
âIâm not,â you giggled. âIâm not going anywhere.â
Steve asked you to be his girlfriend that morning. It may have been a little soon, but you happily said yes. You knew Steve well, he was one of your best friends. You knew you wanted to be with him.
Robin was ecstatic when you told her the news. âAbout time!â She exclaimed, throwing her arms up. âTook you long enough, dingus.â
You knew you had to tell Eddie. As much as you dreaded it, he deserved to know as the father of your daughter. You waited a couple of weeks into the relationship, wanting to be sure things were going to work out before you brought it up. But your relationship with Steve was incredible, a kind of joy you never thought you could experience in a relationship.
Eddie came to the door to drop off Charlotte one Sunday evening. He was a little early, and Steve was over.
âShit,â you hissed as he knocked at the door. âI guess itâs now or never.â
You answered the door, loving how Lottieâs face lit up at the sight of you. âHi baby!â
âMama!â She called, reaching for you. You took her from Eddieâs arms, sitting her on your hip. âDada!â She exclaimed next, only she wasnât looking at Eddie.
Steve had come up behind you, and Lottie was pointing at him. Your mouth dropped as Eddieâs face turned to one of pure anger. âWhat the fuck?â He said.
âI swear, I donât know what thatâs about. Sheâs never called him that before,â you explained quickly. Honestly Eddie deserved to have his feelings hurt, but you knew how destroyed you would be if Lottie called Chrissy Mama.
âWhat is he doing here anyway?â Eddie asked, gesturing towards Steve. âI donât see Robin here. Do you have a life of your own, Harrington?â
You looked between Steve and Eddie. âEdâŠme and Steve areâŠtogether.â
The words hit Eddie like a punch to the gut. He figured you would date eventually, but maybe he just got spoiled by you being single. He didnât expect the pain of finding out you had moved on. And with Harrington? âWhat?â
You pursed your lips, knowing this had the potential to go badly. âWeâre together. Steve is my boyfriend.â
Eddie just stared between the two of you. Then, he laughed, a sinister sounding chuckle. He knew he had no right to be pissed, but he was pissed. âWell, isnât that just great.â
âEddie-â
âNo,â he said, holding a hand up. âYou donât owe me an explanation. You do whatever you want. Enjoy your life with Steve.â
And with that, he left. He didnât even tell Charlotte goodbye.
Things with Steve were incredible. He was the best boyfriend you could ask for, and he was amazing with Lottie. She loved playing with him, and he could sit on the floor and play with her for hours without getting bored.
You had been together for a year and a half when he surprised you with a trip to the beach. You spent the weekend laying out in the sun, playing in the ocean, making love until the early morning in your suite.
On the last day there, you were walking down the beach hand in hand. As you were looking down at the sand for seashells, you noticed some writing in the sand. You let go of Steveâs hand to walk over and read it.
Will you marry me?
âSteve!â You exclaimed. âLook, someone proposed! How cute-â
You froze when you turned around to see Steve on one knee, holding a beautiful ring in a black velvet box. You gasped, tears immediately falling. You always were emotional.
âWill you make me the luckiest guy in the world and marry me?â
Eddie came home a little early from work one evening, and immediately knew something was wrong. He could feel it in the atmosphere before he even heard the noises. Those unmistakable noises.
He crept down the hallway, careful not to make any noise. Not that he thought heâd be noticed, anyway. Not with what he deeply suspected was going on.
He made it to the bedroom he shared with Chrissy. The door was slightly ajar, and he took a deep breath before pushing it open all the way.
Chrissy and her ex, Jason Carver, were in his bed, absolutely going at it. Eddie knew this was what was going on from the moment he walked into the apartment, but seeing it, he still felt like heâd be sick. Chrissy turned at the sound of the door opening and screamed, covering herself and Jason, who didnât really seem to give a fuck at all.
After Jason left and Eddie was left alone with his girlfriend, he demanded the truth. She admitted she had been sleeping with Jason again for months.
Naturally, Eddie kicked her out. Then, he was alone.
Alone with only his thoughts, he had too much quiet time to think. And what he found himself thinking about was you. Far too often. He thought about your relationship, how he fucked everything up, including your lifelong friendship. Sure, he got his beautiful daughter out of it, but he could have treated you better. He should have treated you better.
He also thought about the way youâd treated him. The way you had loved him. How you were the only woman who had ever loved him, besides his mom all those years ago. How he had taken you for granted. He thought about how he would feel if some asshole treated Lottie the way he treated you. The thought itself made him furious.
Because now that Chrissy was gone and he was no longer blinded by his lifelong crush, he was realizing something:
Eddie loved you.
Not just as the mother of his child, or as a platonic friend, but love love. The kind he had been too blind to see back in high school, back during the days of your relationship.
He hated himself now. He had fucked up more than was even fathomable. He had thrown you away, for Chrissy. You were so much better than Chrissy in every way. Prettier, smarter, funnier, kinder. And you had treated him well.
Eddie dwelled on it for months. He grabbed his mail from the mailbox as he headed into his trailer one day, flipping through the various bills and junk mail - until he stopped at one with your name on it.
He dropped the other pieces of mail in his rush to open that one. He nearly ripped it in half getting it open, and as he pulled out the card inside, his blood ran cold.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Mr. and Mrs Harrington.
It was too late.
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Companionship | pt. 3
Dr. Michael âRobbyâ Robinavitch x f!reader
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Summary: A few moments where Michael is finally honest and a few where he is not.
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Note: yâall are so lovely!! Iâm so glad that you guys are enjoying this as much as I am lol Thank you for all the likes, comments, and reblogs!! and shoutout to all my new followers, like omg hiđ
I caved and posted to AO3 with a f!oc so I could explore a character more in depth without imposing too much on the reader, so if youâre interested: AO3 Companionship
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: age gap, foul language, death mentioned (a patient), Robby still trying to bottle up his feelings, alcohol
not beta read
that damn smile
The days passed slowly considering how busy they had been. Between projects, homework, the office, and your half-assed chores, you were beat. That Friday morning was uneventful, a foggy start where you ran from your two classes, hoping it wouldnât rain. You regretted not signing up for online classes, foolishly thinking being present would make you more productive. Maybe it did, but you longed to be home. As selfish as the thought was, you missed the time when you worked from home.
A weird thing happened around lunchtime: you were sitting at you desk with a homemade sandwich, lunchtime ticking away far too quickly. Your phone rang, and half expecting a scam call, you were surprised to find Michaelâs name lighting up your screen.
You swallowed a bite of your sandwich before answering, âHello?â
âHello, hi.â His warm voice greeted her.
âIâm sorry. Did I forget we had a call right now?â
âNo, no.â He suddenly sounded awkward again. âI, uh, I only have a few minutes, but I was hoping we could talk tonight? My shift should end at 7, but they never end on time.â
âOh, yeah, sure.â You said without thinking about it. âUsually you text me.â
A moment of silence passed. âI usually donât have time to check my phone, and I just wanted to make sure you could talk tonight. You know, make sure you had a decent amount of notice. Iâm sorry, I shouldâveââ
You ignored the way your stomach flipped, clearing your throat, âItâs okay, donât worry about it.â
In his silence, you picked up on the array of beeps that grew louder on his end.
âIâve gotta go, but Iâll call you tonight? 8:30, maybe?â
âYeah,â you said quietly. âThat works.â
âGood, uh, okay. Yeah. Talk to you later.â
âTalk to you later.â
â
In a rare lull of the Emergency Department, he had had his phone out before he had even thought about it, stepping into the staff lounge, and clicking on your contact. Usually it was a quick text sent in between patients, but then the phone had been ringing, your voice on the other end.
Michael stared at your contact after the call ended for a long moment, the chaos around him that had been quiet while talking to you slowly becoming louder and louder. Stuffing his phone back into his pocket and ignoring the feeling churning around his stomach, he jumped back into it. Dana had been the one to alert him of a car crash incoming, and he hoped she had not caught him staring at his phone.
Despite the fact that his shifts usually blurred together with how quickly they seemed to go, this one had seemed to slam on the brakes. It was no less busy than normal, but each minute ticked away like an hour, driving him mad.
It was a relief when Jack Abbot walked into the ED to take over. Not wanting to seem too off, Dr. Robby lingered, helping out with a few more critical patients before Jack finally shooed him out.
His watch read 7:39 when he collected his things from behind the charge desk.
Part of him really wanted to open up to you â the anonymity was tempting, but so was your voice â but the other part hated being so vulnerable. Not talking about it had worked out pretty well so far, but it left his chest feeling so tight and made his nights nearly always restless. Or maybe it was the grief. Or the stress. Or the loneliness.
Maybe not so much the loneliness anymore, Michael thought to himself.
Michael walked into his apartment and discarded his backpack by the door, along with his shoes. His entire body sagged, exhaustion running through his system. He realized how hungry he was and knew there was not much in his apartment to eat.
Before he knew it, it was 8:31, making his heart jump. Reaching for his phone, his finger hovered above the call button before he took a deep breath and pressed it.
You answered after two rings, ever reliable, âHi.â
His lips turned upwards at the sound of you. âHi.â
âHow are you?â
He digested the question. From your handful of calls, it seemed to be your way of judging if he wanted to talk or just listen.
âIt wasnât a bad shift,â passed his lips before he had the chance to think about it. âIâve had worse.â
âThat doesnât mean you canât feel bad or stressed about it.â You said, not missing a beat.
âI lost a patient.â He told you. âAnd I donât want to talk about it.â
You went silent on the other end and guilt ate away his insides. It wasnât about this patient in particular, or how he lost them, not really. Sure, that weighed on his mind, but nothing compared to Adamson, or the pandemic.
Despite the fact he didnât want to talk about it, he kept going, âThere was nothing we could do. I triedâweââ
âItâs not your fault.â
That struck down his spine, making him sputter. Maybe he was looking for a reason it was, maybe it wasnât about this patient at all. He had a hard time distinguishing sometimes.
âIâm sure if you couldâve saved them, you wouldâve.â You told him, and everything around him was completely silent. âI wonât pretend to understand the weight you carry, or how hard that has to be, but I know you did everything you could. Youâre a good man, Michael, and god forbid anything were to happen to me, I know Iâd be lucky to have a doctor like you.â
You said it like it was nothing, like the weight of your words did not scoop up the weight on his shoulders and carry it for just a moment. For a single minute, he felt okay. Then, the thoughts crept back in: but you donât know me.
But maybe I want you to. He shook that thought off just as quickly as it came.
âIâd like to take you to dinner.â
âWhat?â
What? echoed in his own head, and he quickly started rambling, âYou know, maybe talk in person. Might be nice. Only if thatâs okay with you? We donât have to, Iââ
The weight of it burned heavily in his mind, churning his stomach. Would you want more money for that? Would you just consider it your weekly talk? Would youâ
âThat would be nice.â
His racing mind screeched to a halt. âIt would?â
âYeah, did you have a place in mind?â
Fuck! â...no.â
âWell, dealerâs choice.â You told him, your tone light like you were smiling again.
He sat on that for a minute. Did he take you somewhere fancy? Someplace miles away to ensure no one caught you? He still wanted to make sure you stayed far away from his professional life, and he certainly did not want to answer any questions if anyone he knew saw you.
âThereâs this Italian place just outside the city. Iâve been meaning to go back.â
âItalian sounds good, actually.â
He smiled.
â
This isnât a date. This isnât a date you repeated to yourself over and over again, trying to quiet the anxiety raging through your system. You werenât all that surprised when he had asked to meet in person, it had been part of the conversation at the cafe. Phone calls had just been easier for him to fit into his schedule up until this point. Or maybe it was easier for him to talk when it wasnât face-to-face.
According to Google, the Italian restaurant was more of an upscale place, which led to your anxiety on what to wear. Their menu was on the expensive side when you browsed their website. You felt guilt rise in your chest, knowing he was going to be paying.
How the hell did Erin do it? Let those men spoil her with things much more expensive than a nice Italian restaurant with zero feelings of owing them?
Erinâs arrangements are different, you told yourself, sighing deeply through your nose. This is still well in line with what we agreed to. So why on earth were you overthinking it?
Staring into your closet, you weighed your options. There was the knee-length navy blue dress you had worn to the interview for your job, or the pretty black dress that complimented your figure that you wore to graduation, or your most recent splurge: a dress in your favorite color with a flowy skirt. It wasnât fancy by any stretch, but you certainly would not wear it out for a casual night either.
It seemed like a happy medium between something modest and something you would wear out with your friends.
After fixing your hair, you started your âget ready for a night outâ routine. Your mind wandered to what he would wear; would he dress up? Simple shirt and slacks? Would he wear cologne, orâ
This isnât a date, you reminded yourself, why does it matter?
Taking a long look at yourself in the mirror, your eyes took in your appearance. The dress was flattering in all the right ways. You took a breath, smoothing out the dress.
You took your purse from the table by the door, putting on your black heels and light jacket before walking out the door. You left early, stuck between wanting to be early and not wanting to be there first.
The drive did little to soothe your nerves, traffic proving to be as frustrating as usual. You tried to coach yourself through it. This was two acquaintances getting dinner, nothing more, looking to simply talk. Your standards were not high â he would either want to talk or listen, and you had plenty you could still tell him about your week. This was just going to be like a phone callâŠjust in person.
When you pulled up to the venue, you parked your car and sat there â anxiety eating you up. You debated waiting a little longer, eyes flickering to the time: 6:25. Biting your lip, you gathered your purse, tucking your phone away before getting out of the car.
Michael was waiting for you once you reached the lobby, greeting you with a warm smile. You drank in the sight of him in the dim lighting of the restaurant, your cheeks heating. He was wearing brown chinos, a soft grey-blue sweater and a blazer â and your heart nearly stopped just looking at him.
The host walked you both to your table. As you walked past, you took notice of several of the other women, noting you were not overdressed and relief washed through you. Your table was tucked away near a corner of the restaurant, next to a window.
When you were seated, you looked over at Michael across from you and smiled. The lines on his face were softer in this lighting, but he was remarkably handsome regardless, with his lips in a soft smile.
âHowââ
âIââ
You both laughed, before Michael gestured for you to start.
âHow are you?â You asked, figuring it was as good a place as any to start.
âIâm okay,â he told you, but it looked like he was trying to convince himself more than you. âUh, how was your day?â
His voice sent shivers down your spine, so used to hearing it on the other end of a phone call. It did so many things in person.
You sipped the ice water in front of you. âIâm well, thank you.â
âHowâs that fraud project going?â
You smiled, finding it nice that he remembered some of your ramblings. You had wondered how much he actually listened to vs just needing a voice on the other end of his call.
âItâs going really well, actually. Iâve been really enjoying the course.â
âGood, thatâs good.â
The waiter came by to take your drink order, and Michael surprised you by allowing you to order for both of you.
âIâll have whatever the lady is having.â Michael said, turning his attention back to you.
âDo you like reds?â You asked, deciding wine would be the safest bet, shoving away the thoughts of him not liking wine at all.
He gave a simple nod, and you turned back to the waiter to order a simple pinot noir for each of you. You waited for any sign from him that you had made the wrong choice, but he was sitting happy as could be across from you. You looked down at the menu, weighing your options. You could try to be cheap and order something simple, or forget about the price next to the dishes and allow yourself to be spoiled.
âTell me about your day.â He said.
That felt as easy as breathing, âI slept in, a rarity for me, but then I got caught up on studying. Between that and some of my reports, that ate up most of my day. My laptop is on the fritz, but as long as itâs plugged in, itâs been fine. Not an impossible work around, but thankfully I didnât really need to be anywhere with it today. I bring it to classes with me sometimes, but hand-written notes are just as reliable, though they sometimes just look like chicken scratch.â You chuckled.
âOh, please,â he laughed, âI bet yours are worlds better than mine. Thereâs a stereotype about doctors' handwriting for a reason.â
âAt least Iâm the only one who needs to read mine.â Smiling, you continued, âWhyâs it so bad anyways? Is legibility an offense to you, or something?â
âThe name of the game is speed, unfortunately. Iâm so busy Iâm lucky to sit down at all. Charting on the computer helps, but those physical files are not going anywhere.â He laughed. âYou get used to it.â
You continued like that, jesting and enjoying the company of each other. The waiter came back to take the food order, Michael settling on a pasta ragu â you quickly glanced at the price of his item and found your second choice was just below how expensive his was. It made you feel better when you ordered it.
When dinner came, you settled back into small talk, trading conversation about the cooling temperature and the most recent Penguins game. After taking a sip of wine and placing it back on the table, you let your left hand rest next to the glass. Absentmindedly, you brushed your fingers softly against his, his hand beside his own wine glass. Your mind halted, your eyes taking in your hands touching â his fingers were warm beneath yours.
There was a clang! of his fork hitting his plate and your hand quickly retreated from the tabletop back into your lap with a jolt. Your eyes looked up, catching his flustered face, and anxiety invaded your stomach.
You swallowed, âDid you want to talk about your day? Or work, perhaps?â
He blinked at you, before clearing his throat lightly into his fist and grabbing his fork again. His eyebrows furrowed inward, but he was silent as he slowly chewed his food.
âYeah,â he started, finally meeting your eyes. âI finally got some pesky chores done around the house that Iâve been putting off.â
With each word he spoke, he sounded like he was avoiding anything with substance. You accepted it regardless, mildly frustrated that he had a hard time opening up â but who were you to demand any more from him?
Taking in your raised eyebrow, he sighed, âIâm not good at this, Iâm sorry.â
Blinking several times, âWhy are you apologizing? Youâve no need to. Iâm enjoying our conversation. Iâm just ensuring I donât talk your ear off.â
His lips flicked up, âDefinitely not.â
You laughed, âGood.â
After several more bites between them, Michael sipped his wine, âActually, I would like to be honest.â A long sigh escaped his nose while he avoided eye contact. âMy job isâŠmy job is stressful. I used to think I was good at compartmentalizing, but...â He shook his head, shrugging, âI donât know. Itâs been tough lately.â
You waited, watching him.
âYou know, most days, itâs just trying to keep our heads above water. Some days thereâs hopeâŠothersâŠâ He was shaking his head again, taking a careful sip of his wine. His eyes looked far away, his face scrunched together.
Your thoughts flickered back to the other day when he had mentioned losing a patient and your heart ached. He was struggling to carry the weight of all of it, what possibly could you say to make it better?
You sat like that for several minutes in tense silence. You kept overanalyzing what to say, not wanting to say the wrong thing.
He suffered a small smile, rubbing the back of his neck. âItâs been nice to talk to someone outside of that environment, you know? To talk about anything else, or listen to you talk about your days, even when I donât say anything.â
A tiny smile graced your face, âIâm glad I can do that for you. Iâm glad I havenât been boring you.â
He exhaled, lips turning upwards, âNot at all. Iâve enjoyed our conversations.â
âI have too.â
You held each otherâs gaze for a long moment, before the waiter came by to offer dessert. Your gaze lingered on Michaelâs face before you glanced down at the dessert menu. You thought perhaps dessert was too much, so you went to say âI think Iâm just too full.â but Michael beat you to it.
âMake it two of whatever she wants.â He was grinning again, mood slightly lifted, watching you with an amused glint to his eye.
You raised an eyebrow at him, but did not question it, quickly deciding on one of the options.
Dessert came with coffee, decaf for him, and lighter conversation. As the night wound down, you found you wished the night had been longer, enjoying his company. You wondered if you would be seeing more of him in person after this. You hoped so.
He paid the bill without allowing you to even glance at it, which after a few seconds of thought, you were thankful for. You knew it was not likely to be an outlandish amount, but you were glad to not have a number in your head to overthink.
Getting up from the table, you walked close together, arms brushing until you made the split second decision to grab hold of his arm. To avoid bumping into any tables or other patrons, of course. He had not been expecting it, by the way he glanced at you, but you kept your eyes forward. He didnât say anything. Once back in the lobby, you loosened your hold, but he did not let you go.
âLet me walk you to your car.â
âOh, thank you.â
You walked in the direction of your car, anxiety bubbling back up. This was usually the bit where your past dates tried â or succeeded â in kissing you. This isnât a date this isnât a date this isnât a date, echoed loud in your head. Did you hug him? Just say goodbye?
âThis is me.â You said awkwardly, stopping in front of your car.
He nodded his head, turning to look at you again.
âIâllââ
âIââ
You smiled at each other, and you gestured for him to go first.
âThis wasâŠnice. Thank you.â
âThank you, I had a good time.â
He shuffled his feet awkwardly, putting his hands in his pockets.
âHave a good night, Michael.â
âYou too.â He said, turning to go, before turning quickly on his feet. âLet me know when you get home safe, yeah?â
Opening your car door, you looked back at him and grinned, âYeah, I will.â
Offering a final smile before you got into your car, Michael walked in the opposite direction.
The drive home was much better than the drive to the restaurant. You felt warm on the inside, going over the dinner in your head again and again. You smiled the entire drive.
Walking into your apartment, you set your things down before pulling out your phone and pulling up Michaelâs contact.
Home safe :)
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Little Hands, Big Hearts â Lee Seokmin



Genre: Non-idol au-ish, babysitter au and rom-com
Pairing: Seokmin Ă fem!reader
Content: Friends-to-lovers (?), babysitter & hot uncle, found family, single parent vibes (but heâs actually just an uncle), mutual pining, jealousy but cute, domestic fluff, protective love interest, small Joshua cameo (no dialogue), idol life elements (seokminâs busy schedules), âi want to be someone important to youâ confession
Word count: 2140 words
A/N: I actually had something else planned for his birthday, something much longer and (hopefully) better but Tumblr decided to be a piece of shit, and I physically cannot format it all in one sitting without losing my mind. So maybe next month (or the month after, knowing my luck). Anyway, when I realized mere hours before Dokyeomâs birthday, mind youâthat my original post wasnât happening, I had to speed-write this incredibly clichĂ© thing instead. Am I satisfied with it? Absolutely not. Are we running with it anyway? Absolutely yes.
Huge, massive, life-saving thanks to @gyubakeries !!! I swear you are the only reason this got beta-ed last minute. I hope your pillows stay cold on both sides forever, your WiFi never betrays you, and you obliterate your exams. Ilysm, truly. I was fighting for my life with this schedule, and then Tumblr came in and delivered the final boss battle. But anyway happy belated birthday, DK! May your high notes always soar, your jokes always land, and your days be filled with nothing but love and warmth. Love you endlessly, you absolute gem of a human being! đđ And sorry in advance for whatever this is.
Babysitting wasnât exactly the most glamorous job in the world but it paid the bills. Plus, you genuinely enjoyed spending time with kids. Thatâs why, when your friend recommended you to a new client who needed an occasional babysitter for his niece, you said yes without hesitation.
What you didnât expect was that the âuncleâ youâd be working for was Lee Seokmin, the bright, cheerful vocalist of SEVENTEEN.
The first time you met him, he nearly tripped over the couch trying to grab his nieceâs stuffed bunny before she could burst into tears. His energy was exactly what you imagined from someone who spent most of his time performing on stage.
âHi! Iâm Dokyeom,â he said, flashing a beaming smile that was so radiant it could rival the sun. âThank you so much for helping out. Iâd do it myself, butââ
ââYou have a busy idol schedule,â you finished for him.
He blinked. âYeahâŠexactly.â
His niece, Hana, was an absolute angel. She had his same bright smile and she grew fond of you immediately. You spent the next few weeks looking after her whenever Seokmin was busy with schedules and little by little, you saw different sides of him.
He wasnât just the loud, happy-go-lucky guy everyone knew. He was also a doting uncle who could lull Hana to sleep with soft hums of âCirclesâ, and a surprisingly good cook when he had the time.
One night after a particularly long day, Seokmin returned home just as you were tidying up Hanaâs toys. He let out an exaggerated sigh and collapsed onto the couch, covering his face with a pillow.
âLong day?â
âYou have no idea,â he groaned, voice muffled. âBut I kept thinking about Hana andââ He hesitated. ââand wondering if she gave you a hard time.â
You smiled. âShe was great, as always. Though, she did insist I tell her a bedtime story about âUncle Min and the Princess.ââ
Seokmin peeked out from behind the pillow, eyes twinkling with interest. âOh? And what happened in this story?â
You shrugged, playing along. âWell, Uncle Min was a very silly prince who made the princess laugh all the time.â
âSounds accurate.â
âBut then he got lost in a giant castle of laundry and the princess had to help him find his way out.â
Seokmin laughed, sitting up. âOkay, that part is true. My laundry pile is terrifying.â
The conversation melted into comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft breathing of Hana sleeping in the other room. After a moment, Seokmin glanced at you with a thoughtful look on his face.
âYouâre really good with her,â he said softly. âIâuh, I really appreciate you.â
You felt warmth creep up your neck. âItâs my job.â
âI know, butâŠI think Hana really loves you.â He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. âAnd I can see why.â
Your heart did a tiny flip at the way he looked at you, gentle and sincere. You quickly busied yourself with putting away the last of Hanaâs toys, hoping he wouldnât notice the way your face heated up.
Maybe Hana wasnât the only one growing attached.
The weeks turned into months and before you knew it, babysitting Hana had become a regular part of your life and so had Seokmin.
You didnât realize when the small moments started meaning more, when you started looking forward to his late-night returns just to chat about your day or when you found yourself laughing a little too much at his terrible dad jokes. Seokmin was always there. Bringing you snacks before he left for work. Texting to ask if Hana was behaving. Staying up an extra ten minutes just to keep you company before you left for the night. It was easy. It was natural. It was dangerous.
Because one evening after you put Hana to bed, Seokmin walked you to the door like he always did but this time, he hesitated.
âI, uhâŠI have a day off tomorrow,â he said, rubbing the back of his neck. âHanaâs been asking to go to the park and I figuredâŠmaybe you could come too?â
You blinked. âYou want me to come? You donât need a babysitter tomorrow.â
âI know,â he said, smiling sheepishly. âBut I thought itâd be fun if we all hung out together. Yâknow, asâŠfriends.â
Friends. Right.
You ignored the way your heart did a stupid little flip and nodded. âOkay. That sounds fun.â
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âPush me, push me!â she squealed.
You laughed, helping her up. âOkay, okay! But what about Uncle Min?â
Hana turned to Seokmin and pouted. âUncle Min is too slow!â
Seokmin gasped-pouted. âBetrayal! How could you?â
Hana just giggled and you couldnât help but shake your head. âSheâs not wrong, though.â
Seokmin narrowed his eyes at you. âOh, youâre in trouble now.â
Before you could react, he scooped you up, yes, actually lifted you off the ground and spun you in a circle.
You shrieked. âSEOKMIN! PUT ME DOWN!â
âNope! You insulted my speed, now you must pay the price!â
Hana clapped her hands, cheering. âAgain! Again!â
When he finally set you down, you were breathless from both laughter and the way his arms had felt way too strong around you. It was hot.
"Youâre absolutely something else,â you muttered, smoothing your clothes.
Seokmin just grinned, completely unfazed.
The day continued with moments like that, Seokmin challenging you to silly races, losing horribly at rock-paper-scissors to Hana, and stealing your ice cream just to see you pout and somewhere in between all the teasing, the laughter, and the stolen glances, you felt something change. Maybe it was when Hana fell asleep in your lap during lunch and Seokmin just sat there watching with a soft unreadable expression. Or maybe it was when he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and said, âYouâre really amazing with her. She adores you.â
Maybe it was just him.
And you were starting to fall.
You should have known that nothing could stay simple when Lee Seokmin was involved. Seokmin wasnât just âHanaâs uncleâ anymore. He wasnât just the funny, sunshine-filled idol who stumbled into fatherly duties with zero experience but a whole lot of love. He wasâŠSeokmin. Your Seokmin. (Not that he actually was. But he could be. If only you were brave enough to admit what you were feeling.)
One evening after another long day of babysitting, you found yourself lingering. You werenât sure why, because Seokmin had already come home, Hana was fast asleep, and yetâŠyou just didnât want to leave yet.
Seokmin sat on the couch, running a tired hand through his hair. He looked exhaustedâschedules had been brutal lately but when he saw you standing awkwardly near the door, he smiled anyway.
âLeaving?â he asked, voice soft as usual.
âIâŠshould,â you said, shifting on your feet but you didnât move.
Seokmin noticed. Instead of saying anything, he patted the empty space next to him, an invitation. You hesitated for about three seconds before giving in.
As soon as you sat down, Seokmin sighed and leaned his head against your shoulder. Your heart nearly stopped.
âJust for a second,â he murmured, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. âIâm too tired to sit up straight.â
You should have told him to sit properly. You should have shoved him off before you lost your mind. Instead, you sat there frozen, too aware of his warmth, his scent, the soft rise and fall of his breathing.
âHey.â
You hummed in response, too scared to actually speak.
âI was thinking,â Seokmin said, voice still quiet, still sleepy. âI like spending time with you. A lot.â
Your breath hitched.
âYouâre great with Hana,â he continued, eyes still closed. âAnd I always feel better when youâre around.â He suddenly sat up and faced you, his expression unreadable. âAndâŠI thinkââ He swallowed. âI think Iââ
BANG.
A loud noise from Hanaâs room made both of you jump apart.
Seokmin was on his feet instantly. âHana?â
The moment was gone.
He rushed to check on his niece, leaving you sitting there, heart pounding, mind racing, stomach doing cartwheels. What had he been about to say? And why were you so scared to find out?
A few days later, you were out shopping when you ran into your ex. It wasnât a big deal. Really, it wasnât.
He was just some guy called Joshua from years ago and the relationship had ended on neutral terms. He saw you, waved, and you exchanged some small talk before parting ways. Simple. Harmless. Totally normal. But when you got back to Seokminâs apartment, you knew something was off. He was acting weird. Not his usual âI just tripped over airâ weird. Weirder. Quieter. Sulkier.
And then as you were helping Hana with her drawing, he suddenly blurted out, âWho was that guy?â
âWhat?â You blinked animatedly.
âAt the mall,â he said, not looking at you. âI saw you talking to some guy.â
Oh. âAn ex,â you said simply. âIt wasnât a big deal.â
Seokmin nodded slowly, lips pressed together. âYou seemed happy talking to him.â
You raised an eyebrow. âAre youâŠjealous?â
âMe? Pfft. No.â He scoffed, crossing his arms. âWhy would I be jealous? I mean, weâre justâyouâre justââ
You waited. He struggled.
Finally, he groaned, rubbing his face. âOkay. Maybe Iâm a little jealous.â
Your heart did a very unhelpful little flip.
Seokmin exhaled and looked at you. âI donât want to be just âHanaâs uncleâ to you,â his breath caught. âI want to be someone important to you,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âThe way youâre important to me.â
Silence. Your brain screamed at you to say anything but before you could, a tiny voice interrupted.
âUncle Min,â Hana said, tugging his sleeve. âStop making her sad.â
Both of you turned to her.
Seokmin paled. âIâI made her sad?â
Hana pouted. âShe looks like she wants to cry.â
You did, honestly. But not for the reason she thought. Because finally, finally, you had your answer.
You swallowed hard and forced a smile, ruffling Hanaâs hair to distract yourself. âIâm not sad, sweetheart. Your uncle justâŠsurprised me.â
Hana looked between the two of you with that suspicious little squint of hers. Then she sighed dramatically, shaking her head. âGrown-ups are weird,â she muttered before skipping off to continue coloring.
Seokmin chuckled but when his gaze returned to you. âHey,â he said. âAre you okay?â
You let out a breath you hadnât realized you were holding. âYeah. JustâŠprocessing.â
Seokmin nodded slowly. âTake your time.â
And just like that, he gave you an out. No pressure. No expectations. Just him, waiting, hoping. Maybe that was what made you nervous the most.
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A week passed and things were almost normal again. Except now, you were hyper-aware of everything Seokmin did. It was getting too much so when Zhang, one of your childhood friends, texted you out of the blue asking to catch up over coffee, you jumped at the chance. It was not a date and you made that very clear. But Seokmin didnât get the memo.
When he saw you getting ready, actually putting in effort, wearing something cute, doing your hair, he panicked.
âWhere are you going?â he asked, pretending to be casual about it.
You glanced at him. âJust meeting a friend for coffee.â
Seokmin squinted. âA friend?â
âYeah.â
âA male friend?â
You smirked. âWhy does that matter?â
âIt doesnât,â he said too quickly.
You bit back a laugh. âSeokmin. Are you jealous again?â
âNo.â He crossed his arms. âI justâŠI just think you should be careful! What if this guy has bad intentions? What if heââ
âZhang is married,â you interrupted, amused. âTo a man.â
âOh.â
You grinned. âWere you about to ask me not to go?â
He opened his mouth, closed it, then groaned, rubbing his face. âI hate you.â
âNo, you donât.â You patted his cheek. Big mistake.
Because the second your fingers touched his skin, he grabbed your wrist, holding you in place. Your breath hitched. For a moment, neither of you moved. Neither of you breathed. Then, softly, so softly you almost missed it, Seokmin said, âIf I asked you out, would you say yes?â
Your heart literally stopped.
He was still holding your wrist, thumb brushing absentmindedly against your pulse. If he could feel how fast it was beating, he wouldn't have to ask anything.
Slowly, you met his gaze. âWould you actually ask?â
He didn't say anything at first but responded a few seconds later, âMaybe.â His lips twitched. âDepends on if youâd say yes.â
You exhaled a laugh, shaking your head. âYouâre so dumb.â
âAnd you still havenât answered.â
You rolled your eyes but your smile gave you away. âYeah, idiot. Iâd say yes.â
Seokmin beamed. âCool, cool. So, uhâŠâ He cleared his throat. âWanna go on a date tomorrow?â
You grinned. âYeah. I do.â
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REMEMBER YOU YOUNG // bucky barnes
CHAPTER 1: WELCOME TO NEW YORK
Summary: You end up stuck in 1942 without a way to come back, but when you meet the young and charming version of Bucky Barnes, do you really want to go back to the present?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 3.9k
Warnings: mentions of war, lack of 40's knowledge, mentions of back to the future & the butterfly effect (with spoilers)
A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. I'm sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors. No proofread or beta-ed.
Itâs been an eternity since I've written for Bucky⊠I posted this fic I a few years ago, and I was going through it again, but I wasnât happy with how I wrote it back in the day, so I decided to start it over. Reader how travels back in time and falls in love with Bucky is one of my favorite tropes đ Hope you guys like it!!!!
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It was supposed to be an easy mission.
In and out.
Easy. Risk-free.
You'd had the warehouse under surveillance for weeks, every corner carefully analyzed, the plan memorized like a mantra.
Steve had repeatedly said, âDo not touch the crystal.â To be honest, he'd repeated it more times than necessary. And even if you'd never admit it, you knew you were the reason for it.
Impulsive.
Reckless.
Hot-headed.
You were a good agent; that was indisputable. But you had the flaw of having trouble keeping your restlessness and curiosity at bay.
And that's why, when you entered the room, with Wanda behind you, your eyes were drawn to the glass resting on a pillar in the center of the room. It radiated an almost hypnotic white glow.
Steve's voice warning that the crystal shouldn't be touched without proper protection echoed in a remote corner of your mind, like an echo fading into the distance. And even closer, Wanda's voice was a murmur urgently calling your name.
You couldn't help it. It was like a magnetic pull, and the Chrono Crystal was chanting your name.
Your hand extended slowly, almost subconsciously. The moment felt frozen in time, as if the world had stopped spinning for a split second. When your fingertips finally made contact with the raw edges of the crystal, a pulse rushed through your body, leaving you paralyzed.
And then it happened.
The first thing was a powerful flash of light, so powerful that when you faced it, you had to close your eyes and shield your face with your arm.
The next thing was a tremor, the vibration of the ground resonating through your bones, and with a shudder, you lost your balance, collapsing next to Wanda on the cold concrete floor.
Then, a gust of wind blew toward you, a whirlwind that carried with it a force that defied logic. The white light intensified even further, enveloping every corner of the room in a flash so bright it was impossible to see anything. A few seconds later, the chaos ceased, and everything went black.
As your vision cleared, you realized something was wrong. The cold walls and concrete floor of the warehouse had been replaced by the grimy walls and floor of a dimly lit alley.
You slowly got up from the ground, wincing in pain as you touched your side, feeling it slightly bruised from the fall. Dazed and disoriented, you struggled to process your abrupt displacement. You found yourself standing in a narrow alleyway, surrounded by decaying posters plastered on the walls. The clamor of bustling city life and indistinct chatter filled your ears.
Your mind raced as you tried to make sense of the situation. âWhat the hell just happened?â
You heard Wanda groaning while getting up on her feet, brushing the dust off her jacket. When her sight gathered back its focus, her expression morphed into a confused one, which you were pretty sure matched yours.
âWhere are we?â
You took tentative steps, your eyes darting from one end of the alley to the other, searching for any semblance of familiarity. The disorienting shift in your surroundings fueled a growing sense of unease within you. Your heart raced as you tried to recall what could have caused this bewildering displacement.
Then it hit you.
âThe crystal,â you murmured.
âSteve warned you not to touch it,â she reprimanded.
âActually, he warned all of us.â
âHe just said it because of you.â
And you knew she was right.
You turned around to see Wanda, who was holding a newspaper in her hands with a frightened expression on her face.Â
âWhat is it?â you inquired, curious as to what had disturbed her so deeply. She put out the newspaper for you to read, and dread settled in your gut.Â
âTHE BATTLEFRONTS OF THE WAR IN THE SOUTHWESTERN PACIFIC JAPANESE CLOSING PINCERS ON JAVAâ
And the date.
February 18, 1942.
âWeâre⊠Weâre in the past.â The realization tumbled from your lips, heavy and surreal.
Was it actually feasible that you had gone back in time?Â
Is this why they kept the crystal secured?
âWhat do we do now?â Wanda looked at you as if she expected you to come up with a solution; after all, you were responsible for this situation. If you had followed Steveâs orders and not touched the Chrono Crystal, you would not be here right now. Instead, you would have finished the mission and be back at the compound, safe and enjoying a cup of ice cream while watching some shitty show on Netflix.
You sighed. âI donât know.â
âTheyâre going to come for us, right?â
You could hear the tremble of anxiety in her voice as she spoke, and it matched your own mounting fear. The weight of the moment pressed down on your shoulders, with each second extending into eternity as you tried to come up with a plan.
âYeah, eventually,â you replied, though your words were coated with uncertainty. âThey must have realized something had happened. Tony and Banner would quickly figure out what the crystal can do.â
âWhat do we do until then?â
For the time being, you concluded that looking for a place to stay was the best course of action. You stepped out of the alley and onto the streets of Brooklyn.Â
The air was filled with the sounds of streetcars clattering down the rails and people discussing the latest news. The sidewalks were bustling with activity, lined with oak trees and lampposts.Â
Men in hats and suits, women in gowns with nicely coiled curls, all going about their daily routines. Stores displayed their goods in small windows, luring passersby with flashy signs. The aromas of freshly baked bread and fried fish wafted from corner delis and bakeries.
You noticed the advertisements painted on brick walls, touting things that have long ago disappeared or evolved, and the newspaper boys shouting headlines about the ongoing war, and mothers rushing by with their children.
Everything felt so familiar yet completely foreign.
You understood how Steve felt when he walked into Times Square for the first time after being defrosted.
As you went through the crowd, you could see people giving you weird looks, attempting to get out of your way, and avoiding walking near you at all.Â
âWhy are they looking at us like that?â you inquired.
Wanda halted walking and grabbed your hand, dragging you to the side of the roadway. âI think itâs the clothes,â she pointed out.
âWhatâs wrong with ourâ â You stopped your words when you took a look at what you were wearing. âOh.â
You couldnât stroll down like that. It was drawing attention, which was the last thing you two needed right now. Wanda paused for a moment, unsure if she should do what she was contemplating or not; it was a good option, the only one you had.Â
Wanda sighed. She did not have a choice.Â
You glanced at her and immediately knew what she wanted to do. It was one of the many reasons The Scarlet Witch was your closest friendâthere was no need for words to communicate what the other was thinking.
With a snap of her fingers and just a few seconds later, you glanced down to see your new garments. Your twenty-first-century clothing had been swapped for simple, period-appropriate attire, resembling those commonly worn by women in those days.
You looked at her with the fascination that youâd always held whenever you saw Wanda utilize her powers. You couldnât understand why people could be afraid of her when she could do such wonderful things.
The next day, you were lying in the bed of the hostel you were staying in, and the ceiling had never looked more interesting. It had been more than 24 hours, and you still hadn't heard from your friends.
You hadnât left the room since you arrived and were beginning to feel suffocated.
âLetâs get out,â you said as you rose from the bed. Wanda averted her attention from the book she was reading and glanced at you as if youâd grown a second head.
âAre you crazy? We canât just wander around the city like that!â
âWhy not?â You pouted and sat in her bed next to her. âWhat is the harm?â
Impulsive.
Reckless.
Hot-headed.
Careless.
Wanda sighed and shut the book in her hands. âWe arenât home! We cannot parade around the city as if we belong here.â
âI just want to have some fun!â
âYou wanting to have fun is what brings you into trouble, and let the rest of us deal with the consequences.â
She was not trying to be mean. She loved you; you were her best friend, her shoulder to cry on, and the only consistency in her life, but your persistent negligence drove her nuts. No matter how many times you burned, you never learned.
Like right nowâ you were stuck eighty years back in the past because of your reckless behavior, and you wanted to go out and have fun as if it were any other Friday.
You got up abruptly from the bed and made your way to the door.
âWhere are you going?â
You did not respond to her as you exited the room, closing the door behind you and leaving the building and onto the streets of New York. You knew you were acting childishly, and Wanda was correct, but you were too proud to admit it.
You wandered through the streets with no particular destination in mind; all you wanted was to feel the breeze on your face. You had been walking for at least twenty minutes when you spotted a building that caught your eye.
âThe Lindy Loungeâ
A dance hall.
You crossed the street and headed towards the building.Â
The doorman, dressed in a clean white shirt, a black vest, and a bow tie, smiled and nodded to you in greeting.
A live band playing a fast tune, the beating of tap shoes on the shiny wooden floor. The aromas of perfume and tobacco smoke hung in the air.
Couples swayed in perfect sync with the music on the dance floor. A half-moon-shaped bar circled one wall of the room where patrons gathered, sipping cocktails and chatting.
The scene was completely different from the clubs you used to go to in Brooklyn nowadays.
As your eyes kept exploring the room, you spotted a short man standing out from the crowd that you couldnât help but recognize. You narrowed your eyes, trying to get a better glimpse of him.
He was so much different now, but you could still recognize Steve Rogers anywhere.
You turned away as soon as you recognized him. Steve could not see youâyes, he didnât know who you were yet, but he would meet you in the future, which could have a wide range of consequences.Â
What if you do something that changes the past and influences the future?
Youâve watched âBack to the Futureâ enough times to know that one small action could create ripples across time.Â
The butterfly effect was no joke.Â
What if you do something that alters the past and impacts the future?
Like when Marty unintentionally interfered with his parentsâ first meeting, almost wiping himself out of existence.
Or that other movie with Ashton Kutcher, where he realized he could travel back to key moments in his life by reading his journals. Every time he modified an event in his past to achieve a better future for himself, he discovered that the repercussions of his actions were far more intricate and catastrophic than he ever anticipated.
You groaned inwardly at the thought; you couldnât let that happen.
That would be your biggest screw-up ever.
You began to panic, your mind racing as you made your way back to the exit, only to turn around and clash with someone.
âCareful, doll.âÂ
That voice, why did it sound so familiar to you?Â
You looked up, heart pounding, and found yourself staring into the piercing steel-blue eyes of a much younger version of Bucky Barnes.
His gaze was soft, devoid of all the sorrow he had become familiar with these days, and the charming smile across his face contrasted sharply with the ever-present frown he wore now.
The Bucky Barnes you knew was nothing like the man who currently stood in front of you.
âBucky?â You stammered, your lips moving before you could control them.Â
Here it goes, the second mistake of the night.
Confusion washed over his face. âDo we know each other?â
Your brain short-circuited, searching for a plausible response.
âUmâ I mean⊠Is there any single lady in Brooklyn who doesnât know who Bucky Barnes is?â You said, forcing a hollow laugh from your mouth.
He chuckled lightly, and the sound shot a thrill through you. It was so rare to hear Bucky laugh, âGuess you have a point there. Iâm hard to miss.â
You sighed internally, relieved that your somewhat picky line had worked.Â
His hand was still resting on your shoulder, having caught you when you collided with him and kept you from falling. It felt warm and reassuring, in sharp contrast to the chaos in your mind. You couldnât believe you were standing in front of a version of Bucky who wasn't burdened by the weight of years of HYDRAâs torment.Â
A Bucky that was on the verge of becoming what he would inevitably turn out to be.Â
âUh, are you alright?â he inquired, tilting his head slightly, a hint of concern creasing his brow, and then it was then that you realized you had been staring at him for far too long, lost in contemplation.
You hurriedly averted your gaze, muttering, âY-yeah, sorry.â
You tried to get by him and keep to your original plan of leaving the club. If letting Steve see you was a bad idea, talking to Bucky was far worse. But he gently grasped your upper arm as you were about to depart, turning your heels back to face him.
âCâmon, doll. You canât leave me like that,â he said with a smile that never left his face.Â
It was so odd to see him happy. Bucky rarely smiled these days, not that you could blame him given what he'd gone through. And now you couldn't get over how wonderfully beautiful he looked with a smile on his face.
âYou owe me at least one dance.â
He offered his hand to you, and you knew you should have declined because it was a bad idea and may have long-term ramifications, but there was something about him that drew you in, even if reasoning told you to go. Your gaze darted between his outstretched hand and his boyish smile.Â
âJust one dance?âÂ
âJust one,â he assured you, his voice smooth and soothing. âI promise.â
Your brain was shouting at you in every way conceivable, reminding you of the butterfly effect, the temporal paradox, and how just a few minutes before, you were attempting to flee to avoid any irreversible damage.Â
However, you were not known for making sound decisions.Â
Against your better judgment, you shut off your brain and placed your hand in his. His grip was firm as he guided you to the dance floor.
Here it goes, the third mistake of the night.
It was late when you walked into the hostel room, but Wanda was still up, perched on her bed like a mother waiting for her daughter to return from a late-night rendezvous.Â
âWhere have you been?â she demanded.
You bit your lower lip, a habit you developed when you were nervous. Wanda knew you like the palm of her hand, and one look at you told her something was up.
âWhat have you done?â Even though her voice sounded fatigued, it remained steady.
âI fucked up⊠again.â
Wanda raised an eyebrow, the twitch of her lips betraying a hint of empathy despite the sternness in her expression. âYou know thatâs not an answer, right?â she asked, sitting up straighter and folding her arms. âYouâre going to have to give me more than that.â
You took a seat on the bed opposite to hers, fiddling with your hands as you struggled to find the right words to recount your evening to your friend.
His hands were on your back, with yours wrapped around his shoulders. You swayed
to the slow melody the band was playing as the soft notes filled the air.
âSo, you know my name, but I donât think I got yours.â
Giving him your real name was definitely not the most sensible idea, but at this point, you might as well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb.
A smile formed on his lips as he tasted your name. âIt suits you perfectly. Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.âÂ
His unabashed flirting made you chuckle. Youâd heard the stories from Steve about Buckyâs amazing luck with the ladies. But now that you had that man in front of you, his hand wrapped around your waist and dancing so close to you, you could see why so many women fell for him.
He really had a game.
His gaze remained fixed on you as you continued to dance to the music. He tightened his grip on your back and leaned in to get closer to you.
âHow is it that I have never seen you around before?â
âIâm just passing by,â you simply stated, not technically lying to him. You still held hope that your friends were working on a way to bring you back home.
âDoes that mean Iâm not gonna see you again?â His voice sounded disappointed.
You peered into his deep blue eyes and felt the warmth of his gaze pulling you in. "Well, that depends," you replied playfully, a smile teasing your lips.
"Depends on what?" He prompted, tilting his head slightly as if hoping to catch a peek of the thoughts swirling behind your eyes.
You waited a few seconds to respond, weighing your words carefully. âDepends on whether you can convince me that itâs worth seeing you again.âÂ
Bucky chuckled, a low, rich tone that sent shivers down your spine. "I see how it is. A challenge, huh? I like a challenge," he replied, his grip firm but gentle as he drew you in closer, his heart beating steadily against yours.
The band shifted into a new song, one with a faster tempo, but he didnât let go. Instead, he led you around the dance floor, expertly weaving between couples.
âOh, do you? Or do you just like collecting pretty faces for your scrapbook?â
Bucky laughed, genuinely. âIf that were the case, I'd have a whole wall dedicated to you by now." His forehead almost touching yours. âBut Iâm more interested in the stories behind the faces. What makes you⊠you.â
Your breath hitched in your throat as you stared back at him. The world around you faded away, and for that fleeting moment in the dance hall, it was just the two of you.
âSo, whatâs the real reason youâre just passing through?â
The question lingered in the air, and you hesitated. âLetâs just say Iâm taking a little detour from my usual routine.â
âA detour?â His eyebrows raised in playful skepticism, and he leaned in again to keep the moment private. âYou mean to tell me a girl like you doesnât have a regular hustle?â
âSometimes life has a funny way of making you take unexpected paths,â you said, your voice steady but playful enough to deflect the question without losing his attention.
âYou should stick around these paths a little longer,â he suggested. âI have a feeling, if you do, you'd find more than just a dance.â
You searched his gaze, feeling the weight of his words linger in your head. âWhat if I donât?â You asked, a touch of a challenge lacing your tone.
âThen Iâll just have to make sure I make every second count.âÂ
He brought one of the hands that were resting on your back to your face and gently caressed your face. Cupping your jaw, he stared into your eyes, silently asking for permission to close the small distance between you.Â
When you did nothing to stop him, he leaned in closer, his eyelids fluttering shut as his lips brushed against yours. Bucky's lips were warm and surprisingly soft, coaxing you into the moment. Time seemed to stand still, the music around you fading into a background hum, and it felt as though the entire world had zeroed in on just the two of you.
His fingers curled gently around the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You couldnât help but smile against his lips. You wanted to hold onto this memory. This version of Bucky has only known you for a few hours, yet his kiss was more meaningful than any kiss you have experienced in past relationships. It was something you hadnât realized you craved until now, so you let yourself get lost in the kiss.
And here it goes, the fourth mistake of the night.
âWhat the hell!â Wanda exclaimed your name, raising her voice at you. âDo you have any idea of what you have done?â
âI couldnât help myself.â You ran your hand through your hair and exhaled sharply. âHe was justââ
âSince when do you have feelings for Bucky?â
âI donât!â
Wanda crossed her arms, her face one of incredulity and frustration. âReally? Because it sure doesnât sound like it, and it certainly doesnât look like it.â
âI swear, Wanda, it was just a moment!â You threw up your hands in exasperation. âA dance, a kiss⊠nothing more than that!â
You were not lying. Youâd scarcely spoken to the man since Steve brought him to the compound. You knew nothing about him aside from the basic information that everyone else knew.
He was quiet, reticent, and brooding most of the time, with a heaviness that appeared to follow him like a shadow. He spent the majority of his time locked in his room. And the times he finally came out, he sought to remain out of everyone's way to avoid being a burden.
Wanda stepped closer, her green eyes narrowing as she studied your face for any signs of duplicity. âYou donât just dance and kiss someone like that. Especially not Bucky! You have no idea what that might signify in the future. Messing with the timeline like that... You really outdid yourself with this one."
âI didn't mean to! I didnât plan it!â You ran your fingers through your hair again, pacing the small room. âYou think I wanted to end up here, in the past, making a fool of myself over a guy I barely know?â
âItâs not just about you,â Wanda insisted. âWhat if he starts to feel something for you? What if he remembers this? You might end up erasing part of his past orââ
âOr what? Itâs too late to take it back now,â you interrupted. "I know I screw up alright?"
Wandaâs shoulders fell slightly as she glanced at you, frustrated but concerned. âWhat did you do after you kissed him?â
You hesitated, the recollection returning in a maelstrom of emotions. âWe just stood there for a moment, looking at each other. It felt like time stopped still.â
Wanda lifted an eyebrow, clearly still on edge. âAnd then?â
âAnd then I panicked!â You flung your hands up again, feeling the weight of the situation fall on you. âI wasnât sure what to say! So I just⊠I pulled away and ran.â
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Happy 2025 from NZ đđ
I just wanted to come here and say how grateful I am for every one of you in the 911 fandom. Youâre all so incredible and have made 2024 such an amazing year.
My blog grew soo much this year and I am forever grateful for everyone who has interacted with me.
Bucktommy happened and wow the fandom and community we have created is so supportive and kind and uplifting. You all never fail to spread joy. From all of the positivity projects and all of the love and support in the form of comments and kudos and reblogs, I love you all so much.
There have been several positivity projects this year which have been amazing. I love when fandom comes together to do amazing and beautiful things.
2024 wasnât all perfect, there was hate mail and fic stealing and other stuff I donât want to get into but i think it just made us all come together stronger to uplift each other and I am so forever grateful for that.
2024 brought me closer to so many people. It gave me @diazsdimples who is the sweetest guy who Iâm so incredibly grateful to know, and who I get to actually go see in person next week đ„°
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You are all incredible I do not have enough words to express it. To everyone I didnât interact with as much this year I hope to interact and talk to you all in 2025. I hope you all have an amazing new year and I look forward to whatâs to come.
In my own ârealâ life I start medical school this year which is such and honor and privilege that I didnât expect and Iâm so excited for the journey to come. This year was tough finishing my degree and coping with pains but I canât believe it but Iâve made it here now. I hope to continue writing in my free time (ha what free time) and I hope this fandom continues to bloom and thrive. This year I posted 13 911 fics on ao3 and a bunch of ficlets on tumblr and which for me is amazing. I also have heaps of wips still unpublished. My first ever 911 fic breached 20k hits which is insane - especially because itâs a hurt no comfort đ«Ł.
An insane and slightly concerning fact is that I have read over 40 million words of fanfic this year (just beating last year of 37mil) which is⊠um⊠lots. Sadly next year itâs likely I wonât have the time to read as much but you bet Iâll try đ
fanfic is a safe space and home for me. I am so grateful for everyone who posts amazing works for free. We are all so lucky đ
Iâm excited for 911 to be back in March and canât wait to see where they head their storylines đ thank you all for making 2024 amazing and hereâs to 2025 which I hope will be even better đ
#this was longer than anticipated but thereâs just so much to say! so many people to thank!#I love you all#fandom positivity#purple rambles#positivity#happy new year#2025#911 abc#911 fandom
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November Sun | jjk

âsummary: whenever he breaks, the november sun shines on him. and jungkook chases you across the sky - but you've gone some place he can't reach you now.
âpairing: Jungkook x reader (I genuinely don't think the gender is ever mentioned? please let me know if it is so I can adjust this here), mentions-ish of Namjoon x reader
ârating: 18+ (minors DNI, it deals with heavy themes)
âgenre: grief au/funeral au?, exes au, angst
âwarnings: angst, like. Just angst. OC is dead and Jungkook is grieving her. Curses words, very light mentions of sex, flashbacks of moments when jungkook broke. mentions of christianism (the funerals are held in a church), mentions of alcohol, jealousy. Namjoon is a broken man as well
âword count: 3.7k
âa/n: I started writing this tonight because I was sad and then just realized I won't have the strength to look back on it ever again so I'm posting it even tho it hasn't been beta-ed, and even tho the person that makes my moodboards is unavailable rn. Idc. It needed to be out of my system, and now it is.
âa/n pt2: I know this piece is extremely heavy. If you ever need to speak, please reach out to me. My blog is a safe space for every single one of you <3
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               The church is a tall building. Grand, elegant in its simplicity, though it cuts against the blue sky up above in stark lines, shaped like a prison.
Jungkook thinks life has become a prison a while ago.
Itâs a mystery, why your family chose this space for your funeral. You never believed, never practiced. Is it a betrayal to mark your passing in a space that feels so unlike you?
Jungkook thinks it is.
He sighs, chases the heaviness away the same way the clouds chase themselves in the sky up above. He doesnât know how the sun is shining in the blue expanse of the sky. Itâs November, yet the day is warm, the sun is blindingly glowing. It feels like a crime â how can the sun shine in a world deprived of your existence?
Jungkook doesnât want to know.
Only knows that heâs watched from afar the people that gathered on the front steps. Chatting, heads hung low and shoulders bent forward. He heard sniffles, he heard laughs, and he just waited for everyone to go in to get closer.
Jungkook doesnât know why he was invited. Why someone from a distant past figured he would need to be here, to share his grief with people that could understand.
Though Jungkook thinks no one can understand.
He remembers you, in all your glory. His first love, when he had been a stupid college kid who didnât know what he wanted in life. You were two years older, and now... and now one day heâll be older than you. Because you've stopped aging, you came and went like a moment in time, when he'll still be here for who fucking knows how long.
He chases the thought away with a long inhale, holds the air in knowing that itâs choking him up before he lets it out on a sigh.
You were beautiful. A star that walked the Earth, only to return to the night sky above far too soon. He had loved you dearly, in his own twisted way. Had tried to be what you sought, what you needed, until he had realized he was never going to be enough.
Would you still be alive today, if he had fought harder?
*****
               âIâm not doing this,â you said. âIâm so fucking done with your indecision, with your fear of commitment.â
Jungkook scoffed. âPlease, you graduated and now you think youâre so high above me. Get down from the fucking horse, Y/n, itâs not going to bring us anywhere.â
Heâd said the words hoping that they would hurt you. And they did: he saw you physically recoil as if heâd punched you. As if the words had been a physical blow, and not just letters of the alphabets shaped into words and sound, into arrows to pierce that beautiful soul of yours.
âMaybe I donât want us to go somewhere anymore,â you replied after a quiet moment of breaking hearts.
âI didnât mean that.â
âI know.â You sighed, slightly shaking your head as your eyes fell to the floor between you and him. âI know, but I mean it.â
âPlease,â was all Jungkook thought to reply.
âYou say please all the time,â you told him. âYou beg me, and for what? We always circle back to fighting, to hurting each other.â You paused, and though you were avoiding his features he could see you blinking back tears. âMaybe we arenât supposed to be together at all.â
âDonât say that,â Jungkook warned. âDonât you fucking say that. I love you. Isnât that enough for you?â
âI love you too, Jungkook,â you answered. âIâve loved you since the first day I met you at that stupid party last year.â
Jungkook felt the tear rolling down his cheek, felt the gravity pulling on his heart until it was shattering on the ground.
âThen why stop now?â he asked. âGive me time, Y/n. Iâll graduate, and Iâll be able to move in with you, and to provide for you and give you everything that you need.â
You sighed heavily, finding courage to finally meet his gaze. At the stark finality shining behind your pupils, Jungkookâs knees weakened. His whole fucking body weakened, ready for the blow.
For the end that was coming for you and him like a car barreling down a dead-end street.
âBut Iâm tired of waiting,â you answered. âI donât want to spend my life waiting around for someone.â
âIâm still in college, I just canât move in with you right nowâŠâ
âI know, Jungkook. I know.â
He wanted to fight. Wanted to tell you to stay in his dorm tonight, and to never leave again. But he could tell that you were already gone.
So he steeled himself. Readied himself to let you go even though you were the blood in his veins.
âIâm holding you back, arenât I?â
You wiped a tear on your cheek, blurring behind those in his gaze. âYou are.â
He choked on a sob, hiding his eyes behind his hand as if that would stop the breaking. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs not your fault,â you reassured him. âWe just arenât at the same place in life anymore.â
An empty silence surrounded you, so loud Jungkook could hear every beat of his heart in his ears, could feel the walls pressing in.
âI donât want you to go,â he softly said.
âI know,â you murmured. âIâŠâ You choked on a sob, and it took you a moment before you managed to continue. âIâm sorry.â
He laughed, a sound so devoid of joy he wondered if heâd ever feel happiness again. âPlease donât be. Youâre allowed to want more.â
âI wish I didnât.â
Anger rose up on the horizon of Jungkookâs conscience, and he pushed it away. He refused to be angry at you, refused to put the blame on you when you made it clear that you wanted him to move in so long ago, and he disregarded it without even once thinking about it.
âIâll find you again,â he promised, voice strained and heavy with emotion. âIâll graduate and find you.â
You stepped closer to him, gently cupping his cheek. âGo find someone that loves you for what you are, Jungkook.â
âAnd you donât?â
âI donât want you to settle for someone that asks too much for you,â you explained, renewed silver lining your eyes. âFind someone that loves you for who you are, right now.â
âFuck that,â he choked out, and he pulled you flush against his chest. âFuck this nonsense. â
âIâm so sorry,â you cried against him.
âDonât be,â he reassured you, though he was crying too. âDonât be. Give me a few years. Iâll have it all figured out in a few years.â
*****
               The priest at the front of the church is going on and on about something that Jungkook doesnât care to listen to. Itâs impersonal, nothing like you, like the vibrant girl he remembers. So he lets his memory guide him to you, where youâre awaiting him. Your lips on his, your hand running through his hair. Your own hair catching in the wind that time youâd gone hiking, and heâd believed being at the top of the mountain with you felt like he had won in life.
Or that time youâd driven on the coast, windows down, screaming the lyrics to a song he canât listen to anymore. Now the song is haunted by ghosts of a past he never learned to let go, perhaps because for months after the breakup heâd kept the conviction that heâd find his way back to you. Heâd believed it the same way he believed the sun would always rise in the morning. A simple truth of nature, that nothing could ever break.
Except a car accident, apparently. Because all it took was a car accident to wipe you off the surface of the Earth, to take your light and shove it into shadows, into darkness and a void so wide he knows heâll never find you again.
But heâd believed heâd find his way back to you. Never let anyone in after you, for the months and years it took him to graduate because he always knew heâd find his way back to you. You were his silver lining, the finish line at the end of the race. On a November day, just as sunny as today, Jungkook reached that finish line.
He did find you again, only you never knew.
*****
               Jungkook had never felt so light before. Like he had grown wings, like he was soaring in the clouds up above. Though the sun was out, the weather was cold, wind running cold fingers through the lapels of his coat until he found himself shivering as he made his way to the flower store.
Heâd get the biggest bouquet for you, and then heâd head to where he knew from a common friend that you lived now. It was Saturday, and he hoped to catch you unaware, to catch you in the middle of cleaning your apartment the same way that you cleaned it back when you were dating.
The image of you, with your hair pulled back in a high ponytail as you danced around instead of sweeping the floor shone in his mind, brighter than the star in the sky above.
He bought the flowers, heart beating fast in his chest. Because it was time. It was finally time to go home, to tell you that he did everything he said he would, that he changed and now had a job that could support what you both wanted. He wanted to ask you out, and in his dreams you had been answering yes every single time since he had decided to go see you.
His heart fluttered as he gently rested the flowers on his passenger seat, careful not to damage them. Memories floated to him, and a smile grew on his lips as he remembered you, screaming out the window that day you had driven along the coast. You had stopped to watch the sunset in the waves, and heâd kissed you stupid on his back seat until every single inch of your skin knew about his love.
He couldnât wait to create new memories with you.
He drove carefully, enjoying the warmth of the sun now that he was safely hidden from the wind. You actually didnât live too far from where he did now, and soon enough he parked his car near your building. He got out of the vehicle, almost running to the other side in his excitement to grab the bouquet on the passenger seat. When it was safely tucked in his hand, Jungkook shut the car door, locked it, and started walking to your building.
He didnât even know which apartment was yours. He believed fate would guide him, and so he crossed the street to your building, trusting the universe for what was to come next.
He heard your laugh before he saw you. Love swelled in his chest, and he wondered if you were laughing because youâd seen him, because youâd known that heâd come back for you.
And then he saw you. The wind was ruffling your hair, which he assumed had prompted the laugh. Your eyes were closed, hands struggling to push the wild strands behind your ears.
You were more beautiful than he remembered. Shone brighter, with the same stuff that stars consisted of. He was struck for a moment, watching you with his bouquet hoping that youâd open your eyes and see him.
The world slowed down to a stop, and time halted, and Jungkook watched you, feeling at home for the first time in years.
The illusion fractured the instant someone else came into view, making him realize that you hadnât been laughing at the wind. No, perhaps your laughter took root in the dimples gracing the manâs cheeks as he smiled at you, as he pecked your forehead before grabbing your hand.
Jungkook ducked behind a car, clutching the flower bouquet like a lifeline the moment that you turned towards him. Did you hear his heart breaking? Did you hear the mockery in the November sun rays â youâd broken up on a similar day, years ago.
Jungkook couldnât breathe. Couldnât think around the shattering of his heart, around the blood turning to ice in his veins as he heard you speak to the man â Namjoon, he heard you call him.
He would have rather not known the name.
Still Jungkook drank in the sound of your voice, trying to shape it into the words he was so willing to hear you say today. It didnât work, and soon enough your voice disappeared, leaving him in a deafening silence of wind and sun and the realization that after all, he had come back too late.
Perhaps he should have known that he'd be too late.
*****
               When Jungkook received the call last week, heâd sat outside in the silence until he thought his eardrums would start bleeding. He hadnât moved, hadnât breathed, hadnât done anything other than to stare at the fading light of the sun.
He wonders, why is it that whenever he breaks, November sun is shining high above? As if the universe takes pleasure in his torment, in undoing him until he barely counts as a human being anymore.
He got pissed out drunk that night. Last time he had been as drunk was when he had found out you were dating someone new, that day he had come to find you.
And now he wonders, if he had approached you that day, would you still be dead today? Would life still have put you on that road with its drunk driver so that you could meet your end?
Or would you be laughing at some dumb comment heâd make, telling him that heâs stupid with eyes so full of love he wouldnât be able to do anything else but agree with you?
Itâs hard to tell. So, he doesnât try to figure it out â he has an eternity ahead of himself to figure out how to live without you anyway.
Maybe in all his misfortune Jungkook actually had some luck. Heâs learned to grieve you a while ago already, and perhaps grieving someone that still lives is harder than grieving someone thatâs passed. He doesnât know. He doesnât think he knows anything. Just that, so far back in the past he should have said fuck it and move in with you. It was such a simple request, but he had been too young and dumb, and heâd forever live with the regrets of it.
If someone from your family notices his presence at the funeral, recognizes him from your shared past, they donât say. Especially not as the end of the ceremony comes before heâs had a chance to really take in the picture of you, smiling, over there next to the urn with your ashes.
Youâre ashes now. Everything that made you â your laugh, your smile, the way you carried yourself with that simple elegance â all of it is gone to be replaced with mere ashes.
He doubts they can hold the truth of your essence, but then again he doesnât think anything can, or anything ever will again.
He blinks away the tears as they come, leaving the ceremony like a whisper in the wind. He doesnât want to speak to your family, doesnât want to see them coddling the man that you loved, that survived the accident when he should have been the one to go.
Jealousy and selfishness are ugly, Jungkook realizes. But itâs easier to hate the man that took you away from him, no matter how unknowingly he did it.
And Jungkook tried to hate you once. He tried hard, in the months after that fated November day, when youâd laughed to that manâs joke, smiled when heâd smiled that soft dimpled smile of his. He had tried, because hating you felt like it was the only way he wouldnât hurt. But he still hurt â he still hurts.
All heâs been able to do in his life since you broke up is hurt, and he highly doubts heâll ever feel differently again.
Perhaps heâll grow numb. Perhaps he should have grown numb a while ago.
At least thatâs what heâs telling himself days later, when heâs looking at the tombstone they picked out for you. The finality of your name and the dates, the ending, is unnerving. He wishes it was fake, wishes it was a joke, and that he didnât spend most of his life loving someone that moved on to a new love in just a few years.
Itâs been over a decade and he hasnât moved on even a little bit.
He kicks the ground, mad at the leaves littering the ground where youâre buried, as if theyâre sullying you. And as if laughing at him, sun rays pierce through the clouds up above, that dreaded November sun making an appearance when it should stay gone.
He allows himself to cry. To break down, to sit on the ground and curse everything and everyone thatâs ever been between you and him. He curses his stupidity, curses the sun and the leaves and the etchings on the stone. He hates everything. Hates himself, hates you, hates the whole fucking universe for taking you away, for not giving him the chance to be with you.
Thatâs how Namjoon finds him. Jungkookâs tears have receded, and heâs just sitting there, an empty shell that once held love and laughter and your lips on his. He hears the scuffle of Namjoonâs steps, of his cane as he walks up the path.
The manâs features are grave when Jungkook canât help but glance towards him, sees him ambling up the path with that cane, the only indication that he too was in that car accident. And Jungkook wonders if Namjoon knows about him. If Namjoon knows that he wasnât the first man whose love for you was a bottomless ocean, one Jungkook has drowned in time and time again since you broke up.
Namjoon remains standing, and Jungkook remains sitting. Like thereâs an understanding between them, and silence conveys more than words could. Jungkook doesnât want to move, and Namjoon clearly doesnât have anywhere to go.
Jungkook thinks the Earth has revolved around the sun at least once before Namjoon scrapes his throat.
âItâs hard to believe that sheâs gone, isnât it?â he speaks, deep voice carrying the weight of the universe.
Jungkook doesnât deign reply as his eyes fill with tears, though he refuses to let them out right now.
Especially not in front of the man you loved after him.
âYouâre Jungkook, arenât you?â
The simple sentence makes Jungkook lose it. He hides his face in his hands, his whole soul bleeding out under the November sun.
âShe told me about you,â Namjoon continues, and Jungkook is convinced he hears pain, tears and grief laced with Namjoonâs words.
What did you tell him, Jungkook wonders? Did you tell Namjoon that you should have waited for Jungkook, that you should have given him a chance to become what you needed?
âShe loved you a lot,â Namjoon adds after a silence, and he chokes on a sob. âShe never forgot about you.â
âWhy are you telling me this?â Jungkook asks with that broken voice, raspy with disuse.
He hasnât been able to speak since you died.
âYou deserve to grieve. She loved and loved, and I wish it would have been enough for her to liveâŠâ
âStop,â Jungkook begs. âPlease.â
Namjoon falls silent, offering salvation to Jungkook, though Jungkook doesnât know if he deserves it.
Would he have been able to offer salvation to someone in his position if the situation was reversed? He highly doubts it.
âItâs justâŠâ he trails off when he finds words again. âYou got fucking years with her. You got years of loving and-â it breaks on a sob. âAnd you were fucking engaged.â Jungkook pulls at his hair. âYou were engaged, and all I got was months. Not even a full year.â
âIâm sorry man,â Namjoon answers, voice so broken Jungkook wonders whoâs suffering the most.
He doesnât think itâs himself.
âWas she happy?â Jungkook eventually asks, once he canât stand the silence hanging around. Once he canât stand the etchings on the stone, the void in the universe that used to be filled with you.
âI made her as happy as I could,â Namjoon replies truthfully, his voice strained but not as pained anymore. As if heâs reached a conclusion, clarity filling his mind.
Not needing to hear more, Jungkook gets up, dusting himself off.
âGood talk,â he says, fighting against the next onslaught of tears, and then heâs storming off.
Storming away from you, from everything that you meant to him. And maybe the sun rays really are mocking him in that beautiful November sky, because Namjoon says, âI donât think she ever truly was happy after you, though.â
Jungkook stops, convinced someone just stabbed him right in the heart. He doesnât think the organ can beat anymore, doesnât think he can live anymore. He just wants to be dust on the wind, to be forgotten, and to stop fucking feeling all the time.
âShe was calling off the engagement,â Namjoon continues. âSheâŠâ Jungkook turns, and he doesnât think heâs ever seen such agony as the one that graces Namjoonâs features right now. âShe said she shouldnât get married to me when she still loved another.â
Clouds pass in front of the November sun, and Jungkook remembers the smile on your face whenever youâd catch his gaze. He remembers the way youâd lovingly cupped his cheek even when you were breaking up with him. He still feels the ghost of your fingers on his skin as he holds Namjoonâs broken gaze.
He holds Namjoonâs broken gaze, unable to offer the man salvation. It might make him a monster, might make him selfish and jealous and everything that he finds disgusting about humanity. But Jungkook doesnât care.
Not when he realizes that perhaps, perhaps heâs the one that youâre waiting for on the other side of the veil, so that you can rest in the eternity of afterlife together.
And perhaps, perhaps thereâs some sort of beauty in the thought.
âââââ
I am crying and in pain and I am sending everyone that read this whole thing lots of love and if you need to talk just hit me up bc grief is a bitch and we hate her and I just wish I could take everyone's grief away
All rights reserved to @/oddinary4bts, 2023. Do not copy, repost or translate.
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The Set Up
Fic prompt from @always-and-forever-alone : I was wondering if you could write a store of reader, being called a monster for most of her life, and he either telling her she's not or saying something well it's happening(in he's way, because let be honest he probably wouldn't say it directly, God forbid he cares)
A/N: not proofread or beta-ed. I really wanted to get this one out today so I am going down with my typos. I had another idea in the works for this but this idea snuck up on me as I wrote. I honestly might keep working on v1 to post eventually but here's this one for now! :) ______________________________________________________
âWhat the fuck, Jaskier?â you screamed, your voice overlapping with the immense witcher standing across from you, who said the same thing.
When your longtime friend had asked you to come into town to meet a friend of his, youâd been hesitant. Life wasnât kind to non-humans, and it certainly hasnât been very nice to you. But youâd known Jaskier for years, and heâd never given you any reason to think heâd hurt you. Until now of course.
âWoah! Hey,â Jaskier, to his credit, sounded about as panicked as you felt, âplease both of you just sit down and let me â Geralt put the sword down for fuckâs sake.â
You tore your eyes off the white-haired brute, his merciless grip easing off the hilt of his still-sheathed weapon, and chanced a glance at your supposed friend. There was a little bit of sweat on his upper lip, his eyes were wide, and he had his arms outstretched between the two of you, palms down â pacifying? He looked nervous but not guilty.
Why the fuck doesnât he look guilty? You thought, confusion and hurt mingling bitterly in your stomach.
Wait. The witcher â Geralt? â yelled at Jaskier too. Why the hell was he pissed? Maybe Jaskier expected he kill you for free, or maybe he was on some kind of vacation and resented the job.
You set your eyes back on him, still refusing take a seat at their table, and your breath caught in your throat as his harsh, cat-like eyes, met and held your gaze.
âY/N,â Jaskier said, waving you forward with the hand closest to you, âplease sit. Let me explain.â
âExplain what?â you hissed, âHow you hired a witcher to kill me?â
âKill you?!â Jaskier and, confoundingly, Geralt, said in unison.
âCome on,â Jaskier continued, softening his tone and looking from you to his guest, âyou know I would never do that. I have no reason to do that. Please, just sit.â
Fighting every instinct, you pulled up a stool from an adjacent table and joined the pair. Your heart was beating into your ears but you figured the witcher wouldnât make his move in the middle of a busy tavern so you should be safe â for now.
***
Geralt watched the woman sitting across from him with growing curiosity.
When the bard had told him he was looking forward to introducing him to a friend of his in town, heâd rolled his eyes. Jaskier was always trying to introduce him to women he knew, women he hoped would sway and soften him up a little. It was exhausting, infuriating, and frankly, a little embarrassing. Geralt didnât need any help in that department and he definitely didnât share Jaskierâs taste in partners.
But this woman was nothing like the others. For starters, she wasnât human. Geralt could sense her power even before she entered the tavern, his medallion vibrating in warning against his chest. When she entered, he took immediate notice of the way every candle got brighter, each flame now leaning toward her slightly, drawn in by her power.
She must have been a fire elemental of some kind, heâd thought. Or maybe a sorceress whoâd given into the Power brought by fire. Either way, Geralt couldnât take his eyes off her.
His fascination had only grown when she spotted Jaskier from across the room and her guarded face erupted into a wide and open smile. A smile that turned defensive as soon as she locked eyes with him over the table.
She bared her teeth and sent a surge of power through the room, flames flickering around them. How did Jaskier even meet this woman?
âWhat the fuck, Jaskier?â he said, pushing up from his seat and reaching for his sword, a confusing mix of defensiveness and jealousy settling in his gut. How and where did his soft, flowery friend meet someone like this?
***
âOkay, first of all, thank you both for agreeing to this.â
âI would never have agreed had I known ââ
âJaskier you son of a ââ
âOkay, sorry! Sorry! That was a mistake, I admit that, Iâm sorry,â Jaskier said, rambling, âbut look, Y/N, youâre always saying how you wished you could find someone who saw you for who you are and not what you are.â He turned to you as he spoke, cupping his hand gently over your elbow, urging you to uncross your arms.
âAnd Geralt, please donât kill me for this,â he blurted, placing his other hand next to the witcherâs on the table, âyouâre too lonely for your own good, and I thought maybe if you met Y/N, someone who could match you, you could, I donât knowâŠâ
âWait,â you interrupted him, laughing despite yourself, âyouâre saying this is a romantic set-up and not a,â you brought your hand across your throat in a mock-slice, âmurder-for-hire set-up?â
âNow, wait, hang on. Why would I kill you?â Geralt said, speaking over your realization defensively, as if he didnât reach for his sword when you made eye contact. âIâm a witcher, not a damned assassin.â
âBecause Iâm,â you hesitated and glanced around you to make sure no one was looking before briefly demonstrating by drawing a flame up in your hand and extinguishing it just as quickly. Jaskier was looking at you so softly, his eyes betraying the way he pitied you, but Geralt? He was looking at you like youâd just juggled the bread rolls on the table rather than summoning fire.
âWhy would that be reason enough to kill you? Youâre not a monster.â
âTell that to every village Iâve ever dared to call home.â You scoffed.
âGeralt can relate!â Jaskier said, jumping in far too loudly and with too much exuberance. âPeople have been wrongly treating him like a monster for years!â
âJask!â Geralt hissed, looking pissed and, wait, was he embarrassed?
âSorry!â he squeaked, throwing up his hands as he got up from the table. âI am going to get us another round, the two of you⊠get to know each other.â
You watched your idiot friend rush over to the bar for a beat before rolling your eyes. âI canât believe he did this.â
âWe could take him if we team up,â Geralt said, a mischievous glint shone in his eyes when you looked back at him.
You couldnât help the laugh that bubbled out of you then, nor could you stop the blush that crept up your neck when you saw the witcherâs face break into a wider smile.
âYeah,â you breathed, uncrossing your arms so you could lean over the table toward Geralt conspiratorially, glowing under his open and earnest gaze, âI think weâd make a good team.â
#geralt of rivia#the witcher netflix#geralt x reader#fanfiction#the witcher#witcher geralt#the witcher fic#witcher x reader#jaskier the witcher
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Of all the days to finish a fic - well, at least I know it'll never be overwritten by canon? This is my take on a conversation between Ed and Stede, about Izzy, that I have been pondering since season 2 ended - about lies and trauma and hidden truths.
I spit on your grave (3487 words, T)
âYou know we didnât just happen to be there, right?â âOh?â Somehow the mechanics hadn't quite occurred to him, how Ed had arrived in the nick of time, an avenging angel wreathed in smoke and flame. He had simply appeared at the perfect moment. âBabe, we followed your ship for days. What do you think I sent Izzy after you for?â A pause, in which the OH reverberates louder in his head. He sees himself, a lifetime and less than a year ago, standing at a bar in a white suit. And Izzy, snarling about his boss.
Shout out to @veeagainsttheday for the beta, @emi--rose for bouncing some ideas, and @celluloidbroomcloset for an extremely well-timed little post that helped me figure out how to pull the ending together.
#ofmd#ofmd fic#my fic#my writing#if you followed that post from a bit ago about âI would have shot himâ this is what I was watching that stuff for#so also like: thank you to everyone who's written sharp as hell izzy-related metas for helping my clarify my thoughts
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Best Friend's Brother | Doyoung [NSFW]
Kim Dongyoung (Doyoung - NCT 127)
Rating: M (18+) MDNI
Word Count: ~5.3k
Pairing: Doyoung x AFAB!Reader
Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Friends to Lovers
!!This is smutâŠif that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!
Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Like 5 years, reader is 19 and he's 24), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Fingering, Spanking (once or twice), Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)
Author's Note: I wrote this a long time ago and had it saved somewhere else and totally forgot about it till the other day, lol. I Beta-ed it myself but there might be some errors still.
Revised (1/31/25) - I forgot to change the name to (Y/N), so I fixed it!
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Youâve always had eyes for your friendâs brother. Itâs nearly impossible not to given the fact that he is simultaneously the cutest and hottest thing on the face of the Earth. There are times where Doyoung will smile or laugh, and your heart melts; then other time heâll get angry or annoyed, and that lookâŠmakes your ovaries explode. His broad shoulders and narrow build appeal to more than the ripped guys you meet at the gym. You always wondered what he has hiding under his baggy clothes though, because every time youâre at the pool, he either doesnât get in or wears a shirt⊠Though, the wet fabric clinging to his body doesnât leave too much to the imagination. The worst part though is that your best friend knows everything. And she teases you mercilessly for it. Sheâs never been disgusted by your crush on her brother; however, she has requested to never see anything between the two of you. Fat chance at anything ever happening though; to him, youâre like another little sister. You have been friends with his actual sister for many, many years and he probably still sees you as the toothless six-year-old that hit him in the head with a plastic baseball bat. It wasnât on purpose of course, but he and his sister have never let you live it down.
Luckily, since heâs five years older, thereâs never been a point where you two were at the same school. You arenât sure you could have handled all the stares and attention he got from other girls, because he for damn sure got it. You remember one Valentineâs Day the amount of chocolates and notes he brough him from school. The year after you had decided to make chocolates for him yourself, but when they turned out horribly misshapen -still tasty- you at them all yourself.
Little does he know; you have a framed picture with him on your vanity⊠But not in a creepy way. Itâs from a few summers back when your group of friends had gone camping, and he went along with some of his friends to basically act as a chaperone. Therefore, there were other people in the picture, not just you and him. Your favorite part of it is that heâs standing behind you with that beautiful smile, his hand resting on your head. Right after the picture was taken, he had ruffled your hair then dispersed with the rest of the group. That night, several of your friends flirted and joked with his, but you and he sat off to the side, watching the shenanigans. You both had been exhausted but would have been teased relentlessly if you went to bed early, so you sat together under a tree watching the fireflies. It wasnât until much later that you found out you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and he too fell asleep, with his head resting on yours. Rumor has it, your best friend has a picture, but she refuses to show you. She claims she needs it for when she does something otherwise unforgivable and needs an out.
One day you are over at her apartment, both of you studying on a hot late-spring day, the open windows allowing for a nice breeze to waft through. Her apartment is settled above their auntâs bakery and therefore she gets a discount on rent. Since their aunt and uncle have no children themselves, Doyoung is set to inherit the business in a few years. On nice days, they would sit outside and offer samples and coupons to people walking by and his beautiful face always draws people in like flies. Itâs honestly amazing to listen to him chuckle and converse with customers, but also distracts you from your studies. Often, your friend catches you, eyes closed, reveling in listening to him while you daydream.
âYah! Get to work.â She taps the end of her pencil on your notebook
âSorryâŠâ You snap out of it and get back to taking notes. Summer break is approaching, which means so are finals. Not too worried about it, you realize you might gain a reason to be if you continue to drift off into Doyoung land. It soon becomes closing time for the bakery since it only stays open until about 6pm this time of year. You decide to take a break and get off the floor to pace her apartment. The remnants of the food you had delivered have been put in the refrigerator and the dishes have long since been picked up by the delivery boy. Opening the fridge, you scan through it, feeling a bit snacky but not sure what you want. You also have a bad habit of opening the fridge when in the kitchen even if you arenât hungry. Going to the small balcony, you lean on the railing to watch Doyoung sweep in front of the store and wipe tables down. The sleeves of his white button-up are rolled up above his elbow and his jeans are perfectly hugging-
âHowâs studying going?â His voice startles you and your eyes move from his ass to his eyes. Heâs looking up at you like a curious bunny and itâs the cutest freaking-
âUh, itâs going.â You huff a small laugh awkwardly, hoping he hadnât caught you staring.
âDo you need any help?â he asks, and you blink back. Should you take the opportunity? You really donât need the help⊠You glance behind you at the pile of books and papers on the table, as well as his sister conked out, drooling on her homework.
âUh, yes please. Iâll be right down!â You call as quietly as you can for him to still hear you but not wake her up and shuffle back inside to grab your study materials. Your sandals flop on the stairs as you descend the outside staircase and move to meet him out front.
âLetâs go sit inside, itâs a bit cooler.â He smiles and motions for you to follow. He closes the doors, flipping the sign to âclosedâ, and you find a table. There are only three small tables inside, so you have to put some of your stuff on the windowsill next to you. He removes his apron -dear lord his buttons are struggling- and moves the chair from across to next to you.
âWhat class are you studying for right now?â he asks.
âAdvanced World History.â You arenât exactly having trouble, but it is the hardest class you need study for. His eyes widen, then he blinks at you.
âYouâre, what, a second year? I could have never at nineteenâŠâ He shakes his head.
âCan you now?â you ask, and he laughs. Your heart thuds so hard itâs like she fell over the railing of a balcony.
âI can try⊠I should have asked what class before I offered.â He huffs a nervous laugh.
âWell, maybe you can just help me go over the study guide. You know, make sure I know what Iâm talking about.â You hand him a green-paper packet and he turns his chair to face you better, leaning back into it. He begins to go over questions, and you answer, but he trips you up. You had memorized them in order, and heâs reading them off at random. This means you have to actually know what the answer is instead of relying on repetition.
âDaeng! Try again!â He eyes you over the top of the paper playfully. You crinkle your nose, thinking.
âYouâre so cuteâŠâ he whispers, but you hear it. You head shoots up to stare at him, and realization crosses his face that he said that out loud. You expect him to brush it off as some little sister thing, but his cheeks and ears turn a bright red.
âIâm cute? Me? No, no, youâre cute.â You have no idea where the confident flirtation came from, but youâre dead serious. He blinks at you again.
âCute.â You point at him, your deadpan stare and serious tone catching him off guard. He clears his throat nervously and wonât meet your eye.
âNext question.â You wave the situation off, screaming inside. Itâs like youâre having an out-of-body-experience, and your filterâs been removed, letting him hear your instinctual thoughts.
âYou really that Iâm cute?â He puts the paper down, sitting up straight.
âYou are the cutest thing on the face of the Earth.â Once again, you are completely serious. His whole face blooms red and he brings his hand to your mouth, trying to hide his giddy smile.
âCome on, keep going, we didnât finish.â You push the paper toward him, but he just glances at it.
âQuestions.â You poke the paper.
âHow long have you thought Iâm cute?â He puts his hand down; the embarrassment dissipates and turns to smugness.
âForever, continue.â Paper is shoved. Finally, he picks up the packet and when his face is hidden, you release a rush of air to try and calm down.
âOne a level of one to ten, how cute am I?â Man, heâs like a dog with bone. You roll your eyes.
âEleven.â
âHow long have you liked me?â That throws you off a bit.
âI never said I liked you-â You try to play it off; he puts the packet back down.
âYou think Iâm cute?â He smirks.
âPuppies are cute, bunnies are cute, you are cute. In what world does that mean I like you?â
âWhy do you have the hoodie I âlostâ a few years ago in your closet?â
âH-how do you know about that?â
âSaw it in a picture on your story when you were modeling the animal onesies you and my sister got to match.â
âIt could have been any red hoodieâŠHow do you know itâs yours?â
âI didnâtâŠnot until now. Plus, itâs way too big.â He smirks and your violent intentions flare to life.
âYou little shit!â You scold and he guffaws. Youâre sure your face is as red as that sweatshirt.
âHow did you even get it?â He questions and you exhale harshly.
âI was at your house when it was just your me and your sister. We had ordered pizza, but I was in my bathing suit since we were playing with the hose outside in the heat. The doorbell rang and I was not answering the door in my school swimsuit, so I grabbed the first thing out of the clean laundry I could find.â You share and he hums.
âJust you in my hoodie, hm~?â His gaze changes and you arenât sure how to feel.
âOh, hush, pervertâŠâ You mumble, glancing out the window at the setting sun. You hear the chair scrape on the floor, then feel him standing next to you, close enough you can feel his warmth. Turning to glare up at him, your neck cracks having to bend back so far. Heâs so close⊠If you breathe too deeply your chest will brush against him; that thought makes your breath hitch. Do not breathe. However, the air is stolen from your lungs when his hands, his beautiful hands, cup your jaw.
âCan I kiss you?â He whispers, his lips already slightly touching yours.
âYe-â You canât even finish your acceptance as he instantly latches onto you. You whine, any sass draining from your instantly. Carefully, you lift your arms and clutch his shirt above where itâs tucked into his jeans. His hand moves from your jaw to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, his other hand running down your arm and settling politely on your waist. Doyoung finally pulls away and your breath comes out harsh, sucking in air. After your lungâs respite, heâs on your again, this time his tongue sneaks past your lips and brushing over yours. You gasp and he swallows it, backing you up till your back hits the wall and your hands leave his side to clutch the fabric over his chest. Once again, he pulls away right as you need to tap out for air. A small trail of saliva connects your lips, and he licks over his own, breaking the connection. He moves to bend down, most likely to kiss your neck, but you stop him.
âWe canât, not here. Your sister could come down any minute. At least let me get the rest of my stuff. We can go to my place, itâs closer.â You whisper and he backs up a bit.
âDonât you live in a dorm?â
âYes, but my roommate works nights.â Youâre still so close that your lips brush as you talk. He grunts, backing up, and you move toward the door so fast you almost slip. Your left sandal comes partially off, and you fix it, before shuffling rapidly out and upstairs again. Being as quiet as possible, you enter her apartment and grab your other things, shoving them in your bag. You bump your leg on the table as you move around and fight back a grunt. His sister is still asleep, so you lay a blanket over her shoulders and shut the windows, hitting your leg again on the other corner of the table. Coming down about five minutes later, you see heâs behind the counter when you renter, probably finishing last minute business. You shove all of your study materials haphazardly into your bag and then wait patiently for him to finish. Youâre sure you look extra sexy with frizzy humidity hair, panting like an old dog with two still-forming bruises on your shins. He goes into the back then comes out with his own bag and smiles innocently as he meets you.
âReady?â He whispers directly into your ear, and you want to scream YES! But you refrain.
âYep.â You try to stay casual, and he chuckles. He leads you outside and across the street to his car. Itâs nice, not super fancy, but still pretty nice; itâs a dark blue with black leather seats. Youâre not sure your bare, sweaty thighs would love the upholstery. Getting in, you throw your bag in the back along with his and before you can reach for your seatbelt, heâs doing it for you. Right as he clicks it, he gives you a brief peck on the lips. He goes to start the car, and your hand flings out to rest on his arm.
âWait⊠I need to know, what- how do you feel about me?â You donât want this to be a one-night stand, a fling. Youâre pretty sure this is more than a crush, could be full-on love, and you donât want your heart broken. Especially not by him, anyone but Doyoung. His gaze turns to you, soft, and he sighs.
âHonestly, it was last year that I realized whatâs going on. It was your birthday party at the noraebang, and you were singing with one of the guys there, I donât remember his name. Anyway, it was a romantic duet and despite the fact that he could, and you cannot-â
âHey!â
âI couldnât stand seeing you so close to another guy. Watching you struggled to read the prompter because your contacts werenât the right prescription, was just so freaking cute. Then, you smiled at me so brightly when the song ended, at least I saw it that way⊠I only wanted you to smile at me like that. Iâve been hiding it, because I didnât think you would want to go out with your friendâs big brotherâŠâ He taps awkwardly on the steering wheel, giving you a sheepish look.
âMy dude, that is the most popular trope in fanfiction, you realize that right?â
âReally?â
âYeah, that and a daddy kink-â
âOkay, thanks, thatâs all I need to know!â He sighs again.
âI really, really like you.â He finishes and you bring your hand to rest on his, wrapping your fingers around his, resting them on the center console.
âI really, really, really like you.â You emphasize the third really, and he smiles sweetly, leaning in to kiss your forehead.
âIf this is too fast for you-â
âI have been waiting years for this. Drive!â You point forward and he laughs, doing as you say. Once you get to campus, you direct him to the parking lot nearest your dorm building. Thereâre still people walking about in the dusk light, and you grab your stuff and his hand, leading him inside. Going up to your floor, you drag him down the hall, awkwardly nodding to your neighbors. Theyâre gawking at Doyoung, and it pisses you off. You grumble as your keycard refuses to work the first time, getting more upset that youâre letting them eye-hump your man⊠In reality itâs probably more because thereâs a dude there, not what he looks like. You finally see the light turn green and hear the lock click open. Shoving the door open, you yank him inside. Throwing your bag on the floor, you use your card to enter the room as he looks around the tiny dorm living room. Another room was across from yours where two other girls lived.
âDonât worry, these walls are really soundproof.â You reassure, shutting the door as he enters.
âHow do you know that?â He smirks and you roll your eyes.
âBecause if one of them ever brings a guy, I donât hear anything. You motion vaguely. While your room is clean, bed-made, you panic upon seeing your rabbit stuffed animal on the bed. You grab it, its name may or may not be Doyoung, and yeet it into the closet.
âWhat are you hiding?â He teases and you close the door to the closet, before being backed into it.
âNothing.â You try to cover the act by resting your forearms on his shoulders, linking your hands behind his neck. He hums suspiciously, bumping your forehead with his, before very softly kissing you. Itâs different from before, this feels more like love than lust. It makes your head swim more than the previous kisses. He pulls back after a much shorter time, and he runs his hands over your frizzy hair.
âYouâre beautiful.â His soft voice makes you want to cry.
âSo are you,â you bring him down to your level again and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you so close you can feel the buttons of his shirt dig into your stomach. One hand drifts to you short-clad ass and grips. You let out a gasp and his tongue once again invades your mouth when he kisses you; heâs the best kiss youâve ever had. You also have a feeling he was about to be the best in other ways too. Disconnecting your lips, he moves down, laying wet kisses and sucks onto your neck. You let out a shaky exhale as he sucks over your pulse. You know the position heâs in is probably not comfortable, having to bend over so far due to his height.
âMove to the bed?â You offer and he lays one more kiss on your neck, then pulls back to allow you both to move. You barely sit down on the bed before he pushes your lightly onto your back and crawls over you. He stares warmly down at you for a second, then shoves his knee between your legs, grinding his thigh into you.
âAh!â You moan softly as his lips reattach to yours. He dominates the kiss and youâre totally fine with it. As his tongue wraps around yours, your hands fly to the buttons on his shirt, shakily undoing them as quickly as you can.
Much to your disappointment, heâs wearing a white tank top underneath, hiding his bare body. He breaks the kiss to then remove his shirt andâŠfuck. Just seeing his bare shoulders does enough for you⊠While to many that may not be sexy, thatâs the most of Doyoungâs skin you had ever seen. He smirks at your gawking, watching your reaction as he removes the tank top and lets it fall to the floor next to the bed. Despite the fact that youâve neither heard of nor seen him work out, heâs nicely toned. For a man who likes to lie in bed all day, he has a nice body.
âYour turn,â he argues when you try to kiss him again. You swallow, nervous, but nonetheless sit up to remove your own tank top. Youâre in a sports bra underneath, super sexy, and you hesitate, but then remove it as well. Instantly, heâs on you. He manhandles you to wrap your legs around his waist, and his lips latch onto a nipple. You sigh at the feeling, never really that sensitive there, but since itâs him, you actually shiver a bit⊠He lets go with a pop and you feel a surge of adrenaline, pushing him off. He lands on his back, using his elbows to prop himself up. Before he can question you, you straddle him, running your hands over the smooth skin of his chest and stomach,
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to see you like this.â You whisper, and he huffs in amusement. As you stroke his skin, his hands grasp at you, linking his fingers through the belt loops of your jean shorts. With a handle to hold onto, he pulls you down and grinds up into you. Since youâre both wearing denim, there isnât a ton of sensation, but the act itself makes you both groan. You can tell heâs getting harder by the second, and youâre sure your underwear is already ruined. He continues to grind up into you, making your hands falter.
âOkay!â You declare, climbing off of him just enough to move down the bed and fumble with his belt. He seems shocked, but when he tries to protest, you shoot him a glare. You rub his cock through the fabric of his boxers, salivating slightly. Finally, pulling him out, you gasp, staring at him. While not absolutely huge, heâs bigger than anyone you had been with before.
â(Y/N)-â Doyoungâs thoughts drop off when you run your tongue up the length of him. Unfortunately, no moan or groan comes out, but he does let out a harsh exhale. You have no idea how long youâve wanted to do this, and no one, not even him, is going to stop you. Not that he wants to stop you. After a few more licks and kisses, you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and begin to descend. Finally, he lets out a light groan and it sounds heavenly. You canât get all of him in your mouth without using your throat, so thatâs what you do. When your lips meet the skin of his pelvis and you swallow, his arms give out and he flops onto his back. His gorgeous fingers dig into your scalp, gripping your hair but not moving you. You swallow again and begin to bob your head, taking him to the base each time. Heâs getting louder and his noises make you moan.
âFuck!â He curses at the vibration, so you do it again.
â(Y/N), if you donât stop, Iâm gonna cum-â He warns. You donât stop; you want him to cum down your throat. Continuing, if not increasing your pace and sucking strength, he lets out a whining moan and thrusts up slightly as you feel his cum shoot down your throat. Swallowing it all down, you slowly pull off as he catches his breath. He looks up at you as you make sure to get every drop that had spurted around your lips. Seeing this does something to him and he shoots up, pinning you down roughly against the bed. You squeak in surprise as he rapidly undoes the button of your shorts and yanks them off. He pauses at your panties; they have little ducks on them. He gives you a look, to which you shrug, and then those too are yanked off. You watch as he takes his fingers and runs them up your soaked slit. You moan, eagerly anticipating him fingering you; his hands are just so-
âDoyoung!â He suddenly shoves a finger inside you. He quickly finds your sweet spot, surprisingly so, and the pleasure shakes you. Without warning he adds another finger, scissoring them as you try to catch your breath. He hovers over you, waiting till you get enough air for him to kiss you. When you can finally breathe easily, his lips attach to yours, his tongue wrapping around yours. Youâre in heaven, and he isnât even fucking you yet. You arenât sure you could handle the pleasure. He leaves your lips, and you throw back your head, the pleasure of his now three fingers building rapidly.
âOppa, Iâm gonna cum.â You moan and something about the pet-name gets to him, and his movements intensify, his thumb moving to your clit.
âThen do it,â he orders, and you see white. He continues his assault, helping you ride out your orgasm. Before you get too over-stimulated, he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to suck your juices off. You gape at him, body feeling limp. By that point heâs completely hard again, and he spreads your legs, placing one knee up over his elbow, rubbing the head of his cock your still twitching hole.
âOh, please-â You encourage, and he slowly begins to ease into you. The stretch stings a bit, but the overwhelming feeling and emotions overpower it. As he slowly gets deeper, you try desperately to not cum again so soon. Having Doyoung inside you, finally, was better than youâve ever dreamed. Heâs finally in all the way, barely bumping your cervix; you feel so full.
âG-give me a second.â You grip his biceps, controlling your breaths to get used to the feeling. He kisses over your face as you get used to him, ending with a soft peck to your lips.
âReady?â He questions and you nod. He starts slow, barely pulling out, before going as deep as he can, grinding his pubic bone against your clit, your breath hitching each time.
âMore.â You plead and he smirks. He hitches your other leg up as well then begins to thrust harder, pulling out halfway before slamming back in. You can already feel your orgasm building, it makes your head swim; nothing has ever felt so good. He continues the half-thrusts and after a particularly hard grind, you come undone again. It shocks both of you and he halts his movements as you clench around him. His brows furrow at your tight walls fluttering, trying hard to not cum himself, he wants to give you the most pleasure he can before he finishes. Once your orgasm has calmed, he begins he slow pace again, quickly building speed and you practically scream when he begins to fuck you in earnest. Youâre practically bent in half as he looms over you, pounding you into the mattress. Your hands fly up to grip at his bare back, nails dragging and leaving red welting scratches. Doyoung groans at the feeling and digs his own nails into your thighs. The slight prick of pain excite you, more than you thought it would. Thatâs something to explore later though. All of a sudden, he pulls out and you exclaim.
âWhat-?â With much more strength than you thought heâd have; he flips you over onto your hands and knees. You barely keep your balance before he slams back in, knocking your arms out from under you. Your front half falls to the bed, and you grip the sheets to hold on for dear life. Heâs deeper now, each thrust ramming the head of his dick against your cervix. Tears prick at your eyes; the pleasure so intense youâre almost not sure you can handle it. Then, his hand comes down harshly on your ass and you yelp.
âFuck, do that again please~â You plead, and you can practically hear him smirk. He lands another hit on the other side this time, most likely leaving a big red handprint. The somewhat flimsy wooden bedframe provided by the college rocks, the headboard knocking into the painted brick wall. If you werenât being fucked out of your mind, youâd make a mental note that despite the unsteadiness, a lot of students have probably done something like this. That alone proves the resilience of the beds. Your hands above your head are gripping your sheets hard and his hands leave your hips to cover yours. He links his fingers with yours, his thrusts getting slightly off rhythm. As he fucks his cock into you, he buries fully back into you each time, more of your braincells floating away. Nothing else comes to mind but your impending orgasm.
âDoyoungâŠgon-gonna cum~â You whine.
âMe too, hold on a bit, princess,â he grunts, leaning over you more, one arm wrapping around your middle, so his hand lays on your lower stomach. His thrusts get shallower, but no less deep, pressing on your tummy to heel him inside you.
âCum inside~â you tell him and he almost outright stops.
âIâm on the pill, please, cum inside~â You plead, and he swears several times, grinding into you. When you feel his hot cum shooting inside, it knocks you over the edge. You see stars and swear you black out for a few seconds. When you come to, heâs pulling out and great deal of fluid flows down the inside of your thighs.
âYou squirted~â He informs, and you barely register what he says.
âHuh?â
âYou soaked me.â He chuckles and you prop yourself up to look back at him. You gape at the very obvious splatter of wet covering his lower half.
âShit! Iâm sorry, Iâve never done that before!â
âShh, itâs okay, it was hot.â Doyoung chuckles and you sigh in relief. You slowly let your body fall to the bed till youâre lying on your stomach.
âWhereâs the bathroom?â
âSecond door across the living room.â You wave your hand, already feeling drowsy. You listen as he partially clothes himself, pulling his underwear and pants back on, then leaves your room. Since you donât hear anything, you assume your roommates are not home and he comes back with a warm, damp washcloth. Heâs incredibly attentive and helps you clean up. Slowly, you sit up as he throws the towel on your dirty laundry. He picks his shirt up off the floor and hands it to you.
âI have clothes to change intoâŠâ You point at your dresser, and he shakes his head.
âPlease~?â He gives you a smug look and you narrow your eyes at him. Snatching the shirt from him, you button it up and you smile at how the fabric pools over you. The sleeves go past your hands, and you could practically wear it as dress and still be decent enough to go outside. He sits on your bed, and you stare at each other for a bit.
âWill you be my girlfriend?â he asks, almost sheepishly. You furrow your brow dramatically.
âWhat kind of question-? Yes, of course!â You glare and he laughs, tackling you. Since youâre on a twin sized bed, you both can barely fit. He presses his back against the wall and hugs you so close to him thereâs still a good four inches of bed at your back. You bury your head in the crook of his neck and reach to pull the comforter over you two.
âWhat about when your roommate comes home?â he asks as you cuddle. You glance behind you at the clock.
âIâll text her; she can sleep on the couch.â He reluctantly lets you get up to retrieve your phone. You stand, texting, and he admires you in just his shirt.
âBe nicer if it was redâŠâ
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omegaverse pitt
I got like 20 notes on my omegaverse post and that's good enough for me to write all my headcanons out. so here we go. PLEASE add, make discussions, or even disagree with some of my headcanons if you want, I'm literally just desperate to talk about it at all. enjoy, and if you don't like it....don't read it? like duh
first off, here's who I headcanon as what:
alphas: robby, langdon, walsh, garcia, ellis
betas: abbot, mohan, mckay, mateo, javadi, shen
omegas: dana, mel, princess, perlah
who I'm on the fence about:
santos - because I have the urge to make her an alpha, simply because I think part of her dislike and distrust of langdon is because she sees him as a competing alpha, and they clash because of their similar alpha behaviors. BUT I could also see her as a beta/omega as well, due to her compassionate yet firm nature.
collins - I can't tell whether she'd be a beta or omega. I like either and I think she'd fit both.
whitaker - baby. maybe beta, maybe omega? honestly could go either way in my eyes. maybe more towards omega for me, but I digress
now, the actual headcanons.....
mel is honestly the loml so most of these are going to be about her being the most perfect, loveable, amazing omega that is too good for anyone else. I'm gonna try not to make these about a particular ship, but sometimes I can't help it.
anyway,,,mel is one of those omegas that was raised to "rise above" her omega status so to speak. her mom told her that it didn't matter that she was an omega, she could do anything she set her mind to as long as she tried hard enough. that's how she became a doctor - although, when she walks in a room, most patients assume she's the nurse, and that's due to ingrained prejudices in society. but most patients get over it as soon as they find out - mostly because ten seconds into talking, they are immediately captivated by her beautiful scent and doe eyes - what a gorgeous omega, they say as she leaves the room, and the doctors and nurses around can't help but agree.
I saw this one comment on a mel edit on tiktok that was like "santos and langdon have to learn to share mel" and that flooded my brain with this idea of santos and langdon both competing for her affection - bringing her little treats, her favorite snack, helping her braid her hair just for the chance to scent her a little and brush their hands along her neck, walking her to her car when it's dark out. esp. if santos is an alpha...two alphas vying for the attention of the prettiest omega in the pitt (santos' words, of course). I just knoooooow when langdon is in rehab, all he's thinking about is how santos is getting every opportunity to woo mel more than he is....
robby tried to take langdon under his wing when he first joined their crew, but langdon is too stubborn of an alpha to "take direction" from another alpha...but robby is the highest ranking alpha in the pitt (and he makes it known), so langdon doesn't really get a choice. langdon didn't grow up with pack or really even affection from another alpha, so he doesn't know really what a healthy alpha-alpha father/son/mentor/friendship is like. he desperately craves it though. he would never tell a soul
robby is (not so) secretly the most protective of the omegas. he was already protective of dana, princess, and perlah when they started working in the ED. when mel walked in day 1, he knew instantly that she would attract trouble - not that she herself was bad, but because she was so sweet that trouble would find its way to her. (enter langdon and santos - they're plenty of trouble)
but also, patients that get too handsy or start leering and commenting - robby shuts that down faster than anyone else in the pitt. it's just who he is as an alpha
abbott lost his mate, which is a fate no one wishes upon anyone. it could make someone go crazy, the death of a mate. abbott was strong enough to carry the sadness and grief, but until he met samira, he wandered through life wondering if there was a point without his mate beside him.
samira and abbott, although both betas, can't resist their tug towards one another. most people are surprised in finding out abbott is a beta, as his scent is best described as masculine and musky - mostly typical alpha smells - but then they see samira standing next to him and it makes more sense. their scents mingle and intertwine like they are leaves in the wind, creating an orbit for the two of them that no one dares to interfere with. once they fall together, it was like they were never separated. samira, comfortable in her relationship, once told abbott that mel was the only omega she could see them inviting into their orbit. abbott doesn't know how this was brought up....nor does he shut it down.
anyway sorry this is so long. are these trash? do I keep going? let me know, I have SO MANY more. feel free to drop more in my ask box, I love to chat and yap.
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The Girl Next Door: Chapter 8 (Hazel Callahan, Bottoms)

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The Girl Next Door
You hadn't been close with your neighbor Hazel for years. But you find her beat up in the locker room after fight club and all of that changes
Chapter 8
Synopsis: After resolving some miscommunication, things heat up with Hazel. Also between Jeff and Mrs. Callahan, and of course the bomb that gets planted under Jeffâs car.
Word count: 4k
CW: Profanities, mentions of cheating, heated making out, mentioning being turned on, one use of the word binge but not in reference to ed, a bomb and explosion
*Not beta read
@reiisstuff asked about seeing things from Hazelâs POV so I tried it out a little bit in this chapter, not sure if it went well or not (writing like this without a name is really hard lol) so let me know what you think :)
Hazel walks you to your front door and gives you a hug. With her arms still wrapped around your waist she pulls the upper part of her body away from yours to take a good look at your face. Her eyes wander over you dreamily until they stop on your lips. As she leans in you close your eyes, only for her to press her soft lips to your cheek.Â
You open your eyes, feeling disappointed that Hazel hadnât just kissed you right on the lips. She sees that on your face and looks terrified. She lets go of you and stumbles backwards.
âI gotta go,â she stammers and she takes off before you can explain yourself.Â
Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! You really ruined things, didnât you.
Pulse racing, you take some deep breaths and run a hand through your hair. Wanting to go after her is being weighed against not wanting to push her to talk before she is ready. You will reach out in an hour or so to see if she is up for it.Â
Tears threaten to well up in your eyes. Hazel is hurt, and itâs your fault. Hazel ran away, and she may never come back. You push through the front door to avoid talking to your mom.
You go up to your room and flop down on your bed. You wipe the tears from your eyes and FaceTime Brittany, you know from the snap map that her and Isabelle are together.Â
âHeyyyyyy bitch!â Brittany says when she picks up the phone. After she gets a good look at you her face drops. âOh my god are you like, okay?â
âI thought you had your date with Hazel?â Isabelle asks in a more soothing tone.Â
âI did. And it actually was a date. And it went so well. And then she kissed meâŠâ the two of them audibly gasp. âBut on the cheek, and she saw that I was disappointed and got upset. But I was only disappointed because I wanted her to actually kiss me.â
Brittany is the first to grill you for more details. âDid you tell her that?â
âNo she ran off, I didnât get the chance to.âÂ
âOh noooo,â Brittany groans.
âYou gotta talk to her!â Isabelle demands with urgency.
âI don't want to push her to talk if she's not ready.â
âJust, just, just⊠send her a text!â Brittany stutters before pulling herself together and suggesting that you say you want to talk, whenever it works for her.
You open up your messages with Hazel to type out a text. Before sending it you read it outloud so it can be approved by the council: I wanted to let you know that I had a great time tonight, I would love to talk about it whenever you get the chance.
âThat sounds good,â Isabelle promises you.
You press send then throw the phone to the side and your friends question why they canât see you anymore.
âSorry guys, I'm just nervous.â You sigh without actually picking up your phone.
âItâs just Hazel,â Brittany tries to reason with you, âyou guys have had like, way bigger drama than this before. And figured it out. Everything is going to be ok.â
You aimlessly play with your hair. âI hope youâre right.â
âHazel isnât like your ex,â Isabelleâs voice is soft and tender. She is the best at comforting people with her loving demeanor and understanding of emotions. âSheâs not going to gaslight and blame you for everything.â
All you can do is echo her words. âHazel isnât like that.â
âLetâs keep you distracted while we wait for her to answer,â Brittany suggests. You and your best friends start to debrief about the latest episode of a show that you all watch. In the middle of the conversation your phone buzzes and you scream.
âOh my god are you ok?â Brittany shouts.
âMy phone buzzed,â you answer shyly, a little embarrassed by what may have been a slight overreaction.Â
âIs it her?â Isabelle asks without acknowledging that you screamed like you were being stabbed.
You look at the notification and scream again.Â
âIâm guessing it was her?â Isabelle chuckles, though she tries to muffle it.
You roll your eyes and get as close to a smile as you can under these circumstances. âHowâd you know?â That elicits some giggles. âWhat do I do?â
âI would probs read it,â Brittany suggests teasingly, âbut thatâs just me.â
âThatâs def better than screaming,â Isabelle nods in agreement.
You read the message out loud: having a bit of a rough night, stuff with my mom. If you still want to drive to the car wash together tomorrow we could talk then?
âTOMORROW? I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW?â
Brittany promises that her and Isabelle will be over to pick you up as soon as possible. They spend the night keeping you sane.
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You wake up an hour before your alarm after falling in and out of sleep all night.Â
You are out on your front porch about a half hour early. Hazel comes outside just a few minutes after. Approaching tentatively, she takes a seat next to you, not too close, but also not too far.Â
Hazel is the one to break the ice. âIâm really sorry about yesterday.â
âThere is nothing to be sorry for,â you promise her.
Her palm meets her forehead and she mumbles âyou didnât want to be kissed.â
âThatâs not it.â
âThen what was it?â
âI just wantedâŠâ you bite your lip for a moment, in disbelief that you are really saying this to her, âmore.â
âMore? What does âmoreâ mean?â Hazel questions with her head tilted to the side like a curious puppy.
You nervously play with your hair. âI wanted you to actually kiss me, on the lips. I shouldnât have reacted the way that I did, I should have been more respectful of your boundaries.â
Hazel slides closer to you. âBelieve me, I wanted to kiss you. Iâve been dying to, barely even able to stop myself any time we make eye contact. But I didnât know if you wanted me to.â
You giggle as you grab the girl you love by her shirt and pull her close. When her lips finally meet yours, after years of waiting, the kiss exceeds your expectations by miles. You expected sparks, but this is fireworks. Beautiful, brightly colored, and explosive.Â
One of Hazelâs hands holds your face, her other arm wrapping around your waist. You keep her close to you, still by her shirt, but also the back of her neck. The two of you get lost in eachother, savoring the taste, binging like itâs your last meal.Â
Hazel pulls you onto her lap, your legs straddling her waist. Your lips move together, you breathe at the same pace, your tongues explore each other's mouth. The world has stopped around you until you hear someone call âHazel?â
The two of you disconnect to see Mrs. Callahan is laughing.
âFinally!â She yells. You and Hazel look at eachother with bulging eyes and red faces from the heat of the moment, along with the embarrassment.
âWe were actually just leaving,â Hazel tells her mom, voice strained. She grabs your hand and pulls you to the car, practically running, to avoid having to talk to her mom.Â
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Hazelâs POV
My⊠not girlfriend and I arrive at the school parking lot early. We make our predictions about what we think everyone will be doing at the car wash. Isabelle already told everyone that she is going to be selling used panties to any weird old men that show up, she knows as a cheerleader that they love having their cars washed by teenage girls. Then there is PJ, who will be bitching about something while Josie tries to reason with her. Stella will put on her car convention smile.
I am absolutely exhausted, so when everyone trickles in and gets to work I sit down in the middle of the parking lot. My adorably supportive neighbor sits with me. PJ and Josie stand close by, unsurprisingly chatting instead of helping.
The ears of the cute girl sitting next to me perk up when Josie mentions that she is hanging out with Isabelle tonight. Isabelle and Josie in the same sentence is unusual, but I donât have it in me to pay any attention.
I am so worn out that I groan in frustration. PJâs head snaps around to look at me. âHazel, what is wrong? Are you constipated or something?â She is clearly not asking because she is concerned, but because she is annoyed.Â
âIâm fucking tired, my mom was up all night fucking the meathead.â
âWhat meathead?â PJ looks a little intrigued. I think it should be obvious that Iâm talking about that one specific dude. He is THE meathead, leader of all the other meat heads. Josie notices PJ paying attention so she does too.
âYou know, like, the guy.â No reaction. âHeâs like the crybaby,â I look around at the three girls and they are still not getting it. âWith balls,â I offer up but get nothing but blank stares in return. âHe catches them and he⊠he throws them.â Iâm trying to explain the sport that he and all those other guys with matching outfits and shoulder pads play, but it didn't help. âHeâs likeâŠâ I pause for a moment to find the right words, âthe main guy.â I can see the moment they catch on in their facial expressions.
âJ-Jeff?â Josie stutters. âIs your mom hooking up with Jeff?â
âI just thought Jeff might be a safe word,â I admit sheepishly, I never made the connection.Â
âJeff is his name, you idiot!â PJ barks at me. My girlfriend, I mean best friend, almost jumps up at PJ but I put out my arm to stop her. I know she is glaring right now without even looking over, but I donât like confrontation.
âI just get all the hot people confused, Jesusâ I mumble. They all wear the same clothes, how am I supposed to tell them apart?Â
We hear a yelp and all four of us look over in its direction to see what happened. Stella is on the ground, but she pops right back up and calls out âIâm good!â
âLooking good Stella!â PJ assures her before looking back and forth between my neighbor and Josie. âAre you gonna tell her?â
âWell she should probably hear it in person,â the beautiful girl next to me murmurs gloomily.
Josie sighs and bites her lip. âIâm going to see her tonight, I can tell her. It might be easier to hear it from someone less involved.â
Everyone nods their heads in defeated agreement. Josie and PJ go back to talking to each other. I lean over, not just because I want to get as close to this girl as I can get, but to say âI swear I was going to tell you about Jeff as soon as I got the chance. I was just distracted this morning.â
âDonât worry about it Haze,â Iâm assured with a sweet smile, âI was distracted too. Even though this will hurt Isabelle she's been through this before, and she might actually leave Jeff this time. And she is so much better off without him. Iâm worried about you too. Youâre mom fucking around with Jeff⊠I canât even imagine how that makes you feel. And the fact that they did it all night and you had to hear it? Fucking disgusting. You are staying with me until everything gets sorted out.â
I look away from her when I tell her that I don't want to be a burden.
She puts her arm around me, and turns my face towards her with her soft hand. That earns a side eye from Josie and PJ. âHazel, you could never be a burden to me.â I momentarily get lost in her honest eyes before I wrap my arms around her to give her a hug.Â
âI donât know what Iâd do without you.â I admit with tears in my eyes. âI donât know how I did it all these years.â
âIâm always going to be here. You donât ever have to be alone again.â
After the car wash we drive home and I quietly go into my house to grab the essentials. Toothbrush, charger, school bag to get work done, that sort of thing. Just enough clothing that I can wear what I need of my own, and steal the rest like the love of my life is actually my girlfriend.Â
After arriving next door we had lunch with her mom. With a push from the beautiful girl I finally got to kiss today, I explained everything going on at home. Having always been like a second mom to me it was so nice to have a maternal figure there to listen and reassure me. That really takes my feelings into consideration.Â
When we are done eating and debriefing, me and my not girlfriend go upstairs to her room.Â
I want her to be my girlfriend, of course. More than anything else, if I'm being honest. But I guess right now she is just my girl. At least I think so.
My girl gets comfortable in bed and I lay down with my head in her lap. She twirls her fingers through my hair and I get lost in her eyes the way I always do, entranced by her smile, basking in her presence.Â
When she leans down and kisses me her lips absorb every thought out of my head aside from her. At first she is gentle, but soon enough Iâm tasting her tongue. I breathe in her familiar scent and itâs intoxicating. She has flooded all of my senses and itâs a high that undoubtedly, no drug could ever match.Â
She pulls away dazed, lips puffy, cheeks adorably pink. I sit up and climb over her to straddle her waist. I lean her back against the pillows and she licks her lips, watching me with starry eyes.Â
I take a moment to admire her beauty, like Iâm assessing a priceless work of art.Â
âWhat?â She questions with a giggle that is basically a siren song to me..
I lean in and whisper âI just canât get enough of you,â and she shudders from the feeling of my warm breath on her neck. I shift to hover over her face and she grabs me by the back of my neck to roughly kiss me. Her other hand tangles into my hair.Â
We move in sync like our lips were made to be connected. She bites my bottom lip and I moan into her mouth. We start so eager, overcome with desire. It only continues to grow until we are both winded from having been breathing in one another instead of air.Â
âI donât want to move too fast,â I admit, trying not to pant.Â
âMe neither, I want to savor every moment.â
I kiss my girlâs forehead and roll over next to her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her as close to me as possible.
We start binge watching a show together and I couldnât ask for anything more in this moment.Â
After dinner with her mom, the prettiest girl Iâve ever seen takes me outside to make s'mores, like we always used to. She knows itâs my favorite so she came up with the idea while trying to figure out ways to cheer me up. More kissing would have worked, but her thinking that much about it melts my heart.Â
While we are snuggled up by the fire, the stars light up the sky, and the Crickets are chirping.Â
That is until a phone pings, I thought it was mine at first but it wasnât. Isabelle has texted the council saying âJeff cheated again. Come to my place tomorrow at noon.â
The replies she receives are full of heart emojis, I loves youâs, and reminders that she is a baddie.Â
When the phone gets locked I see a teary eyed reflection on the dark screen. I look over at the prettiest crying I have ever seen. âI just hate seeing her go through this again. She deserves so much better.â
I wipe some of the tears off her face and try to look on the bright side. âMaybe she will be done with him now.â
âI hope so,â she sighs.
As it starts to get late we get ready for bed and watch a sappy rom com. I get comfortable and she lays in my arms, holding me back just as tightly. She nuzzles her head into the crook of my neck.Â
My beautiful girl falls asleep halfway through the movie so I kiss her forehead and close my eyes. I donât fall asleep right away, I just live in this moment that I have been dreaming of for years.
We wake up tangled together and share soft sweet kisses before we realize just how hungry we are. We make pancakes for breakfast and make a huge mess in the kitchen. After cleaning up we part ways, her for Isabelleâs house and me for home. Hesitantly, I open the front door and am very relieved to not hear any suspicious noises.
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Your POV
You and Britany spend your Sunday curating the perfect revenge outfit for Isabelle, formulating a battle plan, and hyping her up.Â
Isabelle is heated all of Monday morning as she preps herself to confront Jeff. She wants to do it at lunch, so everyone can see. Embarrass him the way he embarrasses her whenever he cheats.Â
We have one last check in before Isabelle storms into the cafeteria towards the football table. Anyone or anything in her way gets pushed aside, capturing everyoneâs attention. Her high heels clicking on the floor is the only sound to be heard, everyone has gone silent. The whole school watches her on her warpath, in awe.Â
You and Brittany stay behind, but Hazel follows along as the eye witness. You canât really hear what is being said until Jeff points at Hazel and yells âshut up nerd! I fucked your mom!â
Moments later Isabelle pivots back around and struts towards you and the rest of the girls in fight club. âIâm getting revenge,â she announces. âIâm gonna fuck up some football players and Iâm buying a gun.â
A few girls throw out more ideas as you all follow Isabelle out of the cafeteria. Hazel, who is trailing behind, suggests âor what about, like⊠a bomb?â
Everyone stops dead in their tracks, too shocked to speak. Hazel continues oblivious to everyoneâs shock. âLike a, like a super small bomb. I mean, they are really easy to make, and I can just⊠put it under his car, and it can be a distraction.â You're suddenly reminded of a suspiciously bomb-like device you had seen in Hazelâs room.
PJ is the only one able to put enough together words to reply. âYeah Hazel, letâs do terrorism.â Hazel gives her a small nod of approval.Â
The members of the fight club begin to disperse. Hazel puts her arm around your shoulders and asks âwould you want to work on a project with me tonight, before the whole revenge thing?â
You start to panic because you have no idea what project she is talking about. âWait for which class? When is it due? I donât even remember being assigned a project!â Everything going on with Hazel must really be messing with your brain.
âOh no, not a school project. Something moreâŠâ She pauses to scratch the back of her head and find the right word. â... recreational.â
âHaze, what does that even mean?â
âThe bombâŠâ she says nonchalantly, looking particularly mischievous.
Your wide eyes stare into hers. âYou arenât actually going to make a bomb, are you?â
Hazel flashes an enchanting smile that you canât resist. âDoes Jeff not deserve it?â
âFuck it, let's make a bomb.â
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After school you and Hazel build a fucking bomb. Just in her room, like it's completely normal. You never expected to be in this situation but watching her wielding this power kind of turns you on.
The bomb is rather simple to make, and Hazel already has all the supplies. Questioning that isn't even worth it at this point. You help out by holding wires and passing over tools. She is so hyper fixated, and you are slightly afraid of an explosion, so you donât talk any more than necessary during the process.Â
After sundown the fight club meets up at Annieâs house, she has a van that could (technically) fit everyone. She drives, Brittany calls shotgun, and everyone else crams into the back. You are the last one to get in so you arenât even sure you will fit. The entire volume is practically occupied.
âUhâŠâ Josie says looking around for a solution. Her eyes land on your neighbor and she smirks, âyou can just sit on Hazelâs lap, right?â
âOh. Yeah. Thatâs fine.â You hear a few giggles and whispers, none of which are coming from PJ, who is giving you a death glare out of the corner of her eye. Hazel wraps her arms around your waist to keep you from falling over and rests her chin on her shoulder. All while looking over at PJ, to tell her to fuck off without actually saying it. You canât tell whether it is you or Hazel that PJ is jealous of.Â
The fight club spills out of the van and disperses to start their assigned tasks. You will be assisting Hazel with putting the bomb under Jeffâs car. She slides under like a mechanic and gets to work while you hold a box of tools. You become increasingly more anxious as time passes. Hazel had made it seem like it wouldnât take too long when explaining the plan, and you can hear her cursing under her breath. You canât help but imagine getting blown to pieces in front of Jeffâs house, but your undying love for Hazel keeps you by her side.Â
âLike fifteen minutesâŠâ Hazel says to herself before you hear a ticking that sounds dangerously like a countdown to an explosion like you hear on tv. Is this thing about to blow? Right now?
You fears are confirmed when Hazel starts yelling âFUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!â as she scrambles out from under the car. She grabs your hand and drags you to start running with her. You hear a large boom behind you. You are flooded with the warmth of the heat being radiated by the blazing fire. Looking back to see the burning car makes you feel like an actress in an action movie. A romantic comedy had always been desired with Hazel, but a little action doesnât hurt. Anyone but Jeffâs car, that is.
Everyone piles into the van; you end up on Hazelâs lap again (even though you didnât have to). Everyone cheers as Josie slams on the gas pedal, driving dangerously over the speed limit.
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Celebration: 88,978 Words in One Day!
Just yesterday, a few other LU writers and I, Hot Cheeto Hatred, hosted our first ever monthly (hopefully) Write-a-thon! This event ran on June 4 from 12 am EST to 12 am EST, with one goal in mind---write as many productive words within that day as humanly possible. Words included in the final marathon count ranged from storyboarding, fic writing, editing, answering comments, journalling and homework---basically, any words that furthered yourself, the writing community at large, or your stories. We utilized either the Discord Sprint bot or self-reporting to collect the numbers at the end. Everyone involved gave it their all, with most of them being present for most if not all of the run time as they were able, and I'm so proud of their dedication towards their craft. Anyways, here's the final breakdown of the numbers below, as well as the awards and titles earned by each participant, as decided by the discord server (and myself at random).

Now onto the awards:
I am pleased to report that @not-freyja (Freyja above) won the "Writer of All Time" Award, pulling ahead with 20,565 of our total words. What an accomplishment! Freyja participated from dawn to well, dawn, and they absolutely deserve all praise and awe.
I'm giving myself, @hotcheetohatred (Cheeto), the award "Writer of Some Time," as I fell behind our lovely Freyja by a mere few hundred words fifteen minutes before the clock struck midnight. Next time, Freyja, next time...
The "Actually A Writer" award goes to @marcusdoodlesalot (Marcus), who, despite the name, DOES actually write, not just draw! Who would have thought. Not Freyja, that's for sure.
The "Early Bird" award goes to @lerikwrites (Lerik), who solely sprinted in the wee hours of the morning (my time, at least). Terrible. Good job.
"Star Commentor" goes to @elle-rosewater (Eliot), because I stole most of her words for the count from my own comment section in the BDOR Prologues. We love you, Eliot :3 Can't wait to see you next month.
"Cheerleader" goes to @la-sera, who gave us much encouragement throughout the day. I stole your 19 words from you saying you were excited to read Estelian's work. Hope that's okay, because I really wanted to include you---you provided a lot, even if you didn't write with us this time <3.
@whumpitywhumpitywhumpity (Dowsemaxxer) earns "Spirit-ed Storyboarder" for all of his lovely, informative talk on Spirit and just what makes him so great as a rather underappreciated LU boy.
Two awards next! "Chief Editor" and "Most Student" both go to @unexpectedstormy (Stormy) for faer work on getting. stuff. done. Fae did a steady amount of work, so proud.
"Editor (of Word Count) in Chief" goes to @tashacee (Tash), who, at reporting time, was scrounging up 100 and 200 word bits like spare change while I desperately tried to do math. I love you, never change.
The title of "Specter" goes to @somer-writes (Somer), who logged in very few sprints, but participated with the rest of us and pulled up at the end with a whole 7.5K words and a bunch of fics to post at the end, with a lot of it being Ghost AU! He's amazing.
The award "Better Late than Never" goes to our resident artist and recently turned fic-writer @estelian-01 (Este), who joined only in the last half of the marathon but managed to pull a whole 4K! Pictures might be worth a thousand words, but Este wrote a couple more anyway.
@across-violet-skies (Riv) gets the title "Mover and Shaker (of Blorbos)" for managing to participate and get quite the hefty wordcount only a DAY after moving. They're a trooper, that's for sure.
@anime-obsessed (Vio/Nene) earns the award "Most Old School" for writing with pen and paper for most of the day. Please go rest your wrist after all of that.
The award "Head in the Clouds" goes to my bestie and beloved beta reader @needfantasticstories (Skip), who spent the day listening to music and writing Skyloft drabbles. I am nervous/excited to see if those drabbles turned out fluffy as a Loftwing, or perhaps into something more angsty.
@noorahqar (Qar), my lovely fragile Victorian wife, earns the title "Chatty." You know why. But you were there nearly all of the run time, and so engaging and encouraging throughout---a blessing to us all. And even then, you managed to pull so many words. I'm impressed.
And finally, @rosehipandroots / @rosetintedtears (Rose) receives the titles "ndskanefnre" (self chosen) and "Birthday Santa." The first was borne of panic of being asked to choose a title---the second of her relentless effort to get her birthday fics done. Great job.
I'd like to thank everyone that I tagged for participating in the write-a-thon, and thank all of you for helping me draft this post as well. If I messed up any word counts or details or pronouns, you want to request a title/award change, or I missed someone, please DM and let me know! The next Write-a-thon will be held on July 1 from 12am to 12am GMT, and we'll be trying to beat our record. Can't wait to see all of you then!
#linked universe#lu#linkeduniverse#linked universe fic#lu fic#lu write-a-thon#write-a-thon#more like#write-a-ton#ya'll did amazing#cheetowrites
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hello. here's a post about homestuck characters' typing styles, but mostly focusing on punctuation because that's something i see a lot of people get wrong when they write homestuck characters
read this post if you care about writing them perfectly! if you don't give a shit about this feel free to scroll past. i'm very autistic about all of the little things in homestuck like this so maybe i'm the only one who always notices these things. idk! i want to talk about this anyway
john/june types in all lowercase and generally uses all proper punctuation.
dave almost never uses punctuation or capitalization! this is very important! he does not use apostrophes or periods practically ever unless it's in an ellipsis (instead of separating his sentences with a period, he just writes each sentence in a new message), commas very rarely, and he only uses question marks when they improve the clarity of a sentence (i.e. if it wouldn't have been easily understood as a question otherwise). he may use exclamation points or all caps if he is shouting, but he doesn't shout often. he also very occasionally writes a word in all caps for EMPHASIS.
jade almost never uses apostrophes or periods (unless in an ellipsis), and types in all lowercase unless she is shouting. she DOES use question marks and commas, and she uses exclamation points liberally.
rose, dirk, and jane all use perfect grammar. this is pretty obvious.
jake capitalizes the first letter of each sentence and puts a period (or whatever else) at the end, but in between those there is Nothing. no commas or apostrophes, and he doesn't capitalize proper nouns.
roxy types in all lowercase, doesn't use apostrophes or periods (unless in an ellipsis), only sometimes uses question marks, and uses exclamation points frequently. her typing style is the least consistent otherwise.
aradia's typing style is very similar to dave's, but with slightly more exclamation points.
mostly everything about tavros's typing style is pretty obvious and also not all that consistent so i don't have much to say about this, except that the word "i" is always lowercase, and he uses apostrophes in their normal places.
sollux uses periods at the ends of his sentences, but he uses apostrophes inconsistently.
karkat uses all proper punctuation, but on rare occasions might omit the period at the end of a sentence.
nepeta doesn't use apostrophes or periods (except in an ellipsis), DOES use commas, and uses exclamation points VERY frequently. also, she uses cat puns, but she doesn't shoehorn a cat pun in every 3 words, and she doesn't tend to replace very common words with cat words. (yes, this is about people having her replace "you" with "mew". it bothers me)
kanaya is pretty obvious, but i'm going to iterate anyway that she almost never uses any punctuation at all.
terezi DOESN'T use periods (except in an ellipsis), and frequently omits apostrophes, but not always. also, most people know this already, but sometimes i see people get it wrong, so i will note that she only replaces the letters A, I, and E with 413.
vriska uses perfect grammar and uses exclamation points liberally. her usage of 8s to replace letters is typically confined to only B and eight/ait/ate sounds, she ONLY replaces other vowels with 8s when she is very agitated/angry/upset. often, when an "eight" sound is in the middle of a word, the T will be retained, e.g. "explan8tion", "rel8tionship", "n8ture".
equius uses almost perfect grammar, except that he ALWAYS omits punctuation at the ends of his sentences.
gamzee uses all proper punctuation.
eridan NEVER uses any punctuation.
feferi mostly uses perfect grammar. obviously she uses a lot of exclamation points too, because she is -EXCIT-ED.
thx for reading. if you ask me to beta your fic i will do it btw
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One of most fascinating things about fanfiction is that it's fundamentally about stripping the characters down to what you believe are their core traits, and everyone has a different understanding of what those are. Yet there are also largely agreed upon understandings or trends which collectives sometimes agree upon even when there's no textual evidence (especially with characters that were originally written in a flat way or had very little time in the actual text).
There's an obsession with "accuracy" of how you write a character, when in reality we're all we're all making innumerable decisions (conscious or not) about which of the character's traits are most important for them to be recognizable, which traits would come up in this particular instance, which traits would be different IF [insert AU here]. Purpose is also a huge factor. Some people just want to recreate the character and even original text's voice as much as possible while writing a moment they didn't get to see in the main text. Some people ((calling myself out)) go way too deep with the psychology and write VASTLY different from source material AUs in which they spend countless hours considering how differently the character would be/behave under those alternature circumstances.
And then some people just really want to imagine their blorbo doing one specific thing, and if textual evidence or reasonable inference would strongly suggest character would never, who cares? Some people care a lot, I have been said person before as well, and it's tempting to just write it off as "bad writing", but you really shouldn't. For one thing, when somebody writes a goofy textpost, is that bad literature? No. Because they weren't trying to write high-brow literature. And perhaps more importantly, I would urge you to refrain from labelling (even mentally) anyone's fanfiction as "bad writing". Instead, consider what they were trying to do (really you should do that with all things you read, but the rest of these apply more to fics).
What core traits were they trying to portray?
Did OP just want to see blorbo in this random smutty circumstance?
Is this person writing in their native language? Did this person have a beta/proofreader at all? Remember that people are doing this FOR FREE and without the help of professional editors like a real piece of literature. At best we have honest friends to bounce ideas off of or point out our typos. Frankly, no one owes you the fully proofread version. I once had someone comment on one of my 100, 000 word longfics that English grammar in this chapter was a bit shaky (implying I'm not a native speaker, which is so rude to begin with), to which I replied I am a native English speaker, 100%-ed the English section of SAT, all AP English classes all A's, and I even TAUGHT English, but I often write late at night halfway delirious and I do not in fact proofread the 1,000, 5,000, or sometimes even 10,000 word chapters on these longfics before I post them DAILY. DAILY!! Appreciate that you can comprehend this garbage it all, or I'm gonna start posting in hieroglyphs.
But I digress, my point is really that collective fandom conscious and the inherent inferences and interpretations (really key word here) every fic author makes are fascinating and really represent the core skills of literacy. We should all appreciate that more.
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AUTHOR OF THE WEEK: @soupbtch
Ever read a fic and go "they're so đ" - that's every single Danny fic to me, aka today's second aotw feature, and god, what an amazingly talented author they are.
I'm so glad you decided to write and grace us with your lovely and bonkers fics, because I cannot imagine the OFMD fic world without your incredible Every Part of You series. I cannot imagine logging into this website without another incredible post from you. Every single thing you write (and do) leaves me in stitches and then, more often than not, you straight up chair your friends with your ultra soft way of writing how much they love each other - in between the much needed elbow fucking. You are such an amazingly kind person - hilarious, supportive, and the best cheerleader đ Thank you for answering my questions:
What's your writing process like? Do you start with the beginning or the end? Do you write in order or as the scenes come to you?
I start with a pretty detailed outline because if I donât go in with a plan, Iâll drop threads and/or write myself in circles. Then I have my outline open on half of my screen while I have a separate doc open on the other half where Iâm actually writing. I write in order from beginning to end.
Favourite trope or headcanon you like to explore while writing? (Things like Ed's sweet tooth, Stede's ability to bury his feelings etc)
I have a lot of fun writing angst, so I think any facet of that I can explore is a good time. Weigh them down with insecurities and see how far I can bend them with external factors like plot points, each other, or other characters before they snap. So things like Stede believing he ruins everything he touches, Ed believing he doesnât deserve fine things, and how they both stand in the way of their own happiness because of these feelings. I also love exploring like, the horrible communication skills Ed and Stede have with each other when it comes to their emotions, and setting up story beats where that intercommunication can break down. Because theyâre idiots (affectionate).
Whose voice is easier to write - Ed or Stede? Why?
Ed for sure. I find him very easy to connect with, emotionally. All my favorite characters think theyâre unlovable monsters and no, this says NOTHING about me personally, etc etc etc.
Your personal favourite thing you've written that you'd like more people to read
Red Skies at Night! It's modern au, but they're still on a boat! If you like slow burn, bitchy Stede, Ed with a tongue piercing, fun costumes, and a big dash of pining, I def recommend checking it out!! â€ïž
What is the one word that you think you use a lot?
The one that comes to mind is âblink.â Kind of a funny one, but to me, itâs such a juicy way to imply so much while saying so little, so I know I use it frequently. Stede asks, âDo you trust me?â and Ed blinks back at him as he tries to work out why that question hits him like a truck (because the answer is a very easy yes). Ed says, âYou make me happy,â and Stede blinks back at him in awe (because Stede? Making someone happy? That canât be true). You get it.
Do you have a beta reader? Have they made you a better writer?
Yes, Beedle (@sleepystede) and Connie (@spirker) have both beta read for me! Theyâve helped me tremendously with flow and rewording awkward sentences, and Iâve improved a lot from their feedback. Connie has also been invaluable to bounce ideas off of for new fics and just generally pushing me to be more creative through her never-ending support and big beautiful brain.
Why OFMD đ„č
I loved season 1 when I first watched it, but as soon as I saw the season 2 trailer, something clicked in my brain. Where season 1 was slow burn, will-they-wonât-they, is this real or are they queerbaiting, season 2 was posing itself as very, very clearly queer. Stede is going to get his man. Thatâs it, thatâs the show. Undisguised, unabashed, unapologetic gay yearning and gay romance. There are a million other things I can say, but I think it really all comes down to that. What a gift. No one does it like our show. đ
Please head over to @ofmdlovelyletters (who also made the header) and send your love to all your favourite authors (and authors of the week đ watch that blog for some special letters coming your way)
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