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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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Red Flags, Green Flags | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Hangman complains about his date’s red flags, but Bradley thinks this girl sounds amazing.

Warnings: Fluff!

Length: 1900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Hangman tossed some darts listlessly at the dartboard and sighed. "What's your problem, man?" Bradley asked. "You look miserable tonight." "Yeah, you usually get off on beating us at darts. What's wrong?" Phoenix asked. "I have a girl meeting me here for a second date in a little while," Hangman drawled, sipping his whiskey. "I'm beginning to think I shouldn't have asked her out again." Payback snorted. "What's wrong with her? She not hot enough for you?"

Bradley rolled his eyes. That was probably the case as each girl Jake dated somehow looked more like a model than the previous one. "Nah, she's real cute," Hangman said, scratching his chin. "She's just giving off some red flags for me. I think I was momentarily blinded by her face when I asked her out again, because she's definitely not my type." "What red flags does she have?" Phoenix asked, taking her turn at darts. Bradley settled into his seat to listen. This ought to be good. "Well, she's really close with her family. Likes spending time with them," Jake said with a frown. Bradley's brow scrunched up; he thought that sounded pretty nice, actually. "And she volunteers all the time. At the library and the animal shelter and the soup kitchen. She's always so busy, it took forever to even schedule the first date! So I don't see this lasting past tonight," Jake added, finishing his drink. "She sounds pretty good to me," Bradley said cautiously. Actually she sounded really great. "You could always volunteer with her one day, then you'd get to spend some time with her." Jake scoffed. "I'd rather just find a girl who wants to spend her time with me," he said, flashing his charming smile. "This one is finishing graduate school for social work and likes to take her grandma to bingo. Plus, she definitely seems like the kind of girl who would wanna hold hands all the time." He grimaced as he finished. Bradley just gaped at the other aviator, rendered speechless, because Jake had just described his dream girl. Cute, smart, helpful, loving, independent, and kind. And if she agreed to a second date with Jake, then she was definitely interested in him. "What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?" "Oh shit, there she is," Jake grumbled, setting down his glass and heading toward the bar. Bradley stood up and stared as Jake approached a beautiful woman with a stunning smile. "Is he for real?" Bradley asked Phoenix in a dreamy voice. "She's awesome." "He's an idiot, but we already knew that," Phoenix told him with a smirk. "Why don't you go talk to her, Rooster. She's adorable." Bradley shook his head. "I can't, Nat. She's on a date with him!" But the more Bradley watched you and Jake together, it seemed like you weren't really into him either. You were smiling, but it wasn't reaching your eyes, and you had your arms crossed as Jake chatted with you. "Hmmm, fuck it," Bradley muttered as he took a deep breath and headed for the bar. ---------------------------------------- Jake was nice and attractive, but he wasn't really doing anything for you. And now you were starting to regret agreeing to meet him here. You'd been contemplating calling him all day and canceling for tonight and any future dates, but you ultimately decided to give it one more shot. But now you weren't paying any attention to him at all, because your eyes just landed on the most handsome man you'd seen in a long time walking up to the bar near where you were standing. He was literally the definition of tall, dark and handsome, and wearing a fun Hawaiian shirt. And he was looking right at you. You felt yourself smile at him like an idiot when he grinned at you from behind Jake. He had a mustache that somehow made him look cute and playful. You wished he would say something to you. Oh shit, you hadn't heard anything Jake was saying. You tried to pry your attention away from the newcomer, but then he rested a hand on Jake's shoulder and said, "Hey, Hangman, you gonna introduce me to your new friend?" His voice! You were biting the inside of your cheek to keep calm, because this man's voice was sexy. Like pillow talk sexy, and making out in a movie theater sexy. "Uh, sure," Jake replied, looking mildly annoyed. "Y/N, this is Rooster. Rooster, this is Y/N." "That's a pretty name," Rooster told you with a crooked grin, and it took you a second to realize he was talking about you. "Thanks," you replied with a laugh. "Rooster must be your call sign? You're an aviator, too?" "Yeah, my name's Bradley." "Bradley, it's nice to meet you." You liked his name, and his silly call sign. You liked the way he was looking at you and his kind brown eyes. "Jake didn't get you a drink? That's not very nice, Jake," Bradley said to your date who just shrugged. "I'll get you one. What do you want, Y/N?" You had to bite your lip before you accidentally replied with 'you'. "Gin and tonic," you told him, and you watched as he was instantly flagging down a bartender. His huge bicep was flexing below his sleeve as he leaned against the bar and turned toward you. "So, Jake was telling us all about you," he said, and you were surprised once again to find Jake was still in your proximity, because Bradley had your full attention now. "Really?" you asked, eyeing Jake, surprised he would have been telling anyone about you. There wasn't much to tell after the first date. He didn't seem that interested in you, and you hadn't even kissed him goodnight. "Yeah, he said you're getting a master's degree, and that you like volunteering and hanging out with your grandma," Bradley said, handing your drink to you when it arrived. "Um, yeah, I do," you said with a blush as Jake smirked at you. But you turned your attention back to Bradley when he spoke again. "That's cool. I volunteer with Big Brothers and Big Sisters as a youth mentor. And I used to love knitting with my grandma when I was a kid. I'm still pretty good at it, actually." Your jaw was hanging open, and you were having a hard time speaking. Was he for real? You took a sip of your drink and tried to gather your thoughts. Was it okay to ditch Jake and hang out with Bradley instead? "I volunteer a few times a week, but I always make sure I have time to take my Nana to bingo," you said with a laugh when Bradley smiled at you. "You're really a youth mentor?" "Yeah, last week I took some kids on a hike to the state park beach, and Wednesday evening I'm going to teach them how to bake a cake," he told you before finishing his beer and setting down the bottle. "That's sexy," you said, surprising yourself and Bradley. But you didn't regret saying it. Not one bit. Because Bradley's cheeks flushed pink, and your eyes were drawn to his scars that you were itching to touch. A startled laugh escaped his lips. "You think so?" "Yeah," you said, nodding your head fervently. Bradley shifted closer to you, and you noticed that Jake was nowhere to be found. ---------------------------------------

Bradley liked you. A lot. You were absolutely gorgeous to look at, but you were also smart and funny and interesting. The more he asked you about yourself, the more interested he was. You told him about school and your family and how much you loved going to the beach. And now you were so close to him, you were tracing his watch band with your fingers while you talked. "I think it's sweet that you used to knit with your grandma. Mine is practically a professional bingo player, she wins almost every week. And she's really cocky about it too," you said, and Bradley laughed. "She is! She likes to gloat about it when she plays shuffleboard." "She sounds fun," he told you. "And just so you know, I'm pretty good at bingo, and grandmas love me." "I'll bet they do." You actually giggled. He was making you giggle. God, he didn't want this night to end. He was trying to think of a way to ask you out, without making it awkward for you or Jake. "So what kind of cake are you baking on Wednesday?" you asked him playfully. "Not sure yet, but I was thinking about chocolate. You wanna come over and help?" Bradley couldn't explain it, but the idea of you helping him with the baking project had him excited. "You could stay and hang out afterwards. Maybe we could watch a movie together and have some of the cake?" "Are you asking me on a date while I'm technically still on a date with Jake?" you asked him with a grin. "Oh, your date with Jake ended a good thirty minutes ago," he informed you with a very serious look. "Now you're on a first date with me. You having fun?" You started laughing and looked away as your cheeks flushed. "A lot of fun, actually. I like you. You had me at youth mentor and really sealed the deal when you offered to feed me chocolate cake." Bradley couldn't stop smiling. "Can I get your phone number?" "Yes," you replied, and Bradley noticed you and he were standing so close now, your bodies were practically touching. He watched you type your name and number into his phone as he asked, "You'll come over on Wednesday then? For our second date?" "Yes," you replied, handing his phone back to him with a smirk, but your lips were twitching like you wanted to laugh. "Since we're going out now, is it cool if I kiss you?" Bradley asked with a smirk of his own. Your lips looked so soft, and Bradley really wanted to touch you. You smiled up at him and said, "That was pretty smooth," before running your fingers along his scarred neck and up into his hair, pulling him closer. Bradley leaned down until his lips met yours, and it was the perfect kiss. You were perfect for him. He put his hands around your waist and pulled you a little closer, kissing you a little deeper. When you pulled back, you pressed your lips together. "Text me your address and I'll be there on Wednesday. For cake baking assistance and our second date." "I will. I can't wait to see you again," Bradley replied, and it was the truth. Bradley walked you to your car, and with one more sweet kiss you were gone. When Bradley went back inside to settle his tab, Jake approached him. "You stole my date," Jake drawled, shaking his head but smiling. Bradley just grinned at Hangman. "It's pretty funny when you think about how she completely ditched you for me. Maybe I'll let you give a speech about it at the wedding."

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dreamwatch · 4 months ago

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Looking California, Feeling Indiana

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

(I’m laptop-less tonight so hoping typos etc aren’t too bad - I’ll fix them tomorrow 😆)

The logistics of getting home are left to Jeff. They have a van that might get them from California to Indiana, a station wagon that should get them there, but six years worth of possessions and equipment into a van and station wagon doesn’t go. They sell a load of their shit before heading home. It’s not like they need most of it anyway.

It’s a sombre journey, so different to the one they made to Los Angeles six years ago, so full of hope and excitement, one step closer to their dream. They could have stayed and just built lives there, grounded ones, sensible jobs, sensible hours, sensible lives. But Eddie needed to go back, even if it was just for a few months; he’s twenty seven in a few weeks and he feels like a seventy year old. New aches over old hurts, mystery illnesses slowing him down.

(He knows they’re Upside Down related, knows no one can do anything about them, and knows they’re getting worse. He hates knowing things.)

The Welcome To Hawkins sign looks new; Wayne said it still gets vandalised from time to time, a new one in its place the next morning, reckons they’re buying them in bulk.

Jeff drops Eddie off first because Wayne’s waiting around to see him and get his shit inside before he has to get to work. He’s sixty five now. He shouldn’t be working in that fucking plant anymore. How many times did Eddie say one day Wayne, you’ll see. Useless fucking liar.

They hug, they eat, Wayne looks him over with a sigh; he’s too thin, too pale, leaning on that cane a little too heavily. Eddie knows it comes from love but it’s a lot.

Wayne grabs his keys and his lunch box. “Steve called, by the way. Numbers on the fridge.” There’s a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s good to have you home, Bub.”

Bub. Wayne hasn’t called him that in years, and Eddie smiles to himself, surprised at how much he missed it.

He calls Steve, yeah journey was okay, no roads were fine, yeah all settled in. Steve tells him he’s coming to get him, they’re going for dinner, no arguments and he finds he has in fact no intention of arguing.

Steve looks good. He seems broader, hair is longer which thrills Eddie, and the wire rimmed glasses are like a glacé cherry on the cake that is Steve Harrington.

He gets a whistle stop tour of his friend’s lives, Steve so proud of all their achievements. Tells him Hawkins is different now, friendlier, more welcoming. Happier.

They pick at fries, Steve pushing his pickles to the side of the plate for Eddie. Eddie does his best to hide his smile.

“How are you? You look…”

“‘Tired and too thin’ according to my dear, beloved uncle.”

“I was going to say ‘good’, actually, asshole.”

He grabs a fry from Steve’s plate, drags it through Steve’s milkshake. “Don’t lie to me, Steven.”

“Wayne told me, about your health, the band splitting up. I’m really sorry, man. That fucking blows.”

“Thanks,” he says with a wan smile. “It does indeed blow.”

“You know you probably just need some rest. Give it six months, and you’ll all be back in LA, tearing the place up. You were so close, man.”

He snorts, a humourless laugh. “Yeah, not so much actually.”

Steve leans back in the booth, arm hooked over the back

“Bullshit. You had label guys there just a couple of months ago, and it’s slow, remember you said yourself, it takes time, you don’t just get signed overnight.”

“Steve,” and he says it gently, because Steve means well, and he’s supported them, financially at times, when he was too embarrassed to call Wayne. Steve would send a check or wire him money. And even thinking about that makes this so much harder.

“There was no label guy. There’s never been a label guy. Or girl, for that matter.”

Steve frowns at him, confused. “I don’t understand.”

And this is it, isn’t it? This is the moment he has to release it into the world.

“I’m going to tell you something nobody else knows. Not even Wayne.”

Steve leans forward, arms crossed on the table. “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“We failed, Steve. We failed. The last gig we played was about nine months ago, some frat house party Gareth found for us. It was shit. Because we were shit.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true, Steve. We didn’t have a hope in fucking hell. Do you know how many bands there are in LA? How few of those ever get a sniff of a record deal.” He shrugs, casual. The sting from the hurt doesn’t burn quite as much as it used to. “We just weren’t good enough, that’s all.”

Eddie watches as the cogs in Steve’s head turn, trying to lock into place. “But your health…”

“Is not great. I didn’t lie about that. But, I leant into it. It’s easier to blame a bum leg and chest infections than admit you’ll never achieve your dream because you’re not talented enough and you’re fucking delusional.”

“You are talented,”

“We’re not. Or, not enough, anyway.”

“What are you gonna do? What are they gonna do?”

“Wayne’s trying to find me work at the plant. Jeff is talking about community college. Matt will probably go work for his dad. Gareth’s probably going to go to Indy, find a band there. Good luck to him.”

Steve drives him home, actual home now, not that dirty little apartment in LA, but a place where he’ll always be wanted. Will always be good enough.

They pull up outside the trailer, and Steve reaches over, grabbing Eddie’s hand. It’s clumsy and awkward, but the intent is clear. Trying to pick things up where they left them.

“It’s good to have you home, man.”

“It’s good to be home.”

He’s surprised to find he means it.

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bokutooooo · 10 months ago

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Dream Ride PT 4 ᰔᩚ

warnings: strong language! violence (very little)

The drive was quiet, I’m not sure why but I was trying to avoid starting any conversation. “You gonna buy a new car soon? Since you finished the last one”

I let out a small laugh “I just finished Nissan Skyline GT-R, don’t get me wrong I liked working on it but that was a lot.” he just smiled and went back to looking at the road. Tonight was pretty quiet in the city, well quiet for Tokyo at least.

We pulled up to the convenience store Sean and Neela arriving a minute later.

“I think I’m just gonna get a Gatorade and some chips, what about you” Neela and I were just walking up and down some aisles while Sean and Han waited outside. “I’m not sure, kind of craving a slushy right now, or a Redbull I need to study tonight and I definitely don’t have the energy for it” we were walking to the cash register when DK and Morimoto stopped stopped in front of us.

“Y/n! my favourite slut. Who are you screwing now?” Me and Morimoto hooked up here and there for a few months but after I cut things off he got upset and now I guess I’m a slut for it. “Oh shut up Morimoto you’re just mad she stopped seeing you, get over it” it never really felt good being called a slut by the guy you used to be friends with never mind fuck. “Neela where’ve you been? You were supposed to come over tonight.”well shit, they probably saw Sean out front but I’m hoping they didn’t.

“Change of plans me and Y/n are hanging out” DK was annoying but not stupid he knows Neela and Sean are “hanging out”. “Just leave us alone DK we’re just grabbing snacks than leaving” I don’t even know why I bothered asking, why would he listen to me “this has nothing to do with you Y/n, why don’t you go screw Han”.

Great “oh? Han? that’s new don’t you think he’s a bit old for you? Or is that just the daddy issues.” I haven’t intended to tell Morimoto about my family problems but a couple of times I had went over upset about it and told him some things I obviously shouldn’t have.”Fuck you Mori” I shoved through them pulling Neela with me to the cash trying to check out as quick as possible. “Where you going huh? Why don’t you come over” I just wanted to leave.

we were speed walking down the street to where Han and Sean were parked, Morimoto and DK following close behind “Fuck off Mori! go home!” I could see Han’s back. God I wanted Han to beat the shit out of him.

“Oh come on! Don’t you wanna come home with me” I could just hear the grin on Morimoto face. Han must’ve heard the shouting because he was quick to turn around Sean closely behind and heading straight for Morimoto.

“What happened!? Are you alright?!” Why couldn’t they just leave us alone, we wanted nothing to do with them. “They’re just being assholes! Won’t leave us alone.”

“Alright just go in the car, we’ll talk to them” even though Neela came with Sean, I pulled her into the backseat of Han’s car and patiently waited for him to tell us they were gone.

HAN’s POV

“Fuck off Morimoto, nobody wants any problems so why start them.”

“Just curious.. are you fuckin’ er? Just so you know she’s slept with all of Tokyo, have fun with your sloppy seconds.”

god what a fucking prick. “Fuck off Morimoto go home, and not that it’s any of your business but I’m not sleeping with her. Now go home”

I turn around and walk to the car, I mean who does the is asshole think he is.

“Hey you guys alright? Sorry you had to deal with those two.” Y/n and Neela were sitting in the backseat obviously scared “Yeah we’re fine, he’s just such a dick we were just buying snacks when they randomly showed up and started following us around.” I felt bad, Y/n didn’t deserve this bullshit Morimoto was just a dick.

Y/N’s POV

Han was driving me home, I’m sure he could tell I was tired and upset “Sorry about tonight, don’t let the shit Morimoto says get to you”

“Yeah for sure” I know it’s not Han’s fault but I’m just so angry and frustrated right now I can’t even think. Luckily we stop in front of my house and I’m quick to get out “Thanks for the ride Han, see you later”

“Wait Y/n! Are you sure you’re okay? Wanna talk about it?” I sighed “I’m fine just tired trust me, have a goodnight.”

SORRH FOR THE LATE POST I TRIED TO MAKE IT AS LONG AS I COULD. Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to DM me suggestions or requests!

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buckysgrace · 6 months ago

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Sixty

Dancing in the Dark Masterlist

Valentine’s Day rolled around quickly, leaving Billy nervous as he kept thinking over his plans for the day. He’d never really done anything fancy for the stupid holiday. They were usually cheap dates and quick fucks. Nothing special. Not until now.

He was stressed about it. He didn’t know how he was going to make it special for her. She couldn’t keep her nose out of cheesy romance novels, fawned over passionate movies and had a whole journal dedicated to her dream wedding. He was sure that he was fucked. She probably had the perfect day planned out and he had no idea about any of it.

“Hey,” Billy hesitated as he leaned against the doorway, watching as Rosemary finished sweeping up the front of the store, “I was going to take Kim out tonight. I mean I am. I got us a hotel room too.” He said slowly, unsure of why he was so nervous to ask her.

This morning had been busy, a lot busier than what he was used to. Mostly men, coming in to do some last minute cake shopping. Billy was very happy that he had ordered things ahead of time. He didn’t want to be bustling around last second.

When he’d arrived this morning he had noticed a little set up on his counter. There was one red rose, a bag of handmade peanut butter pretzels and a square crocheted heart pattern. She was too sweet for her own good. He was fearing his gestures wouldn't come close to hers.

Rosemary had wished him a happy Valentine’s Day that morning as well and thus far the only other card that he’d received had been from Cindy. It was store bought and her number was scribbled in neatly at the bottom. She was even so kind to say she wished the best for Kim. He tossed it immediately.

“Oh that will be fun,” Rosemary smiled as she sat up, leaning against the broom for a second, “Sam and I are going out too.” She said excitedly, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought about it. He paused, sure that this meant that him and Kim wouldn’t be able to go.

“Sorry,” He apologized, “I didn’t know. Do you need us to watch Russell?” He asked seriously, thinking about how often he had to cancel dates because Neil and Susan went out. He hated playing the babysitter part, but he’d do it after all the stress he’d put them through recently.

“Well,” She paused, “I already got someone to watch him.” She said with a nod of her head. He tilted his chin in confusion, noticing the way she was holding something back. It was curious.

“Who?” Billy asked, laughing as he thought about it, “It’s Valentine’s Day. I’m sure only weirdos and losers are out.” He stated, furrowing his eyebrows as he thought about what poor person got stuck watching Russell. Then again, Russell would probably be the one stuck with some lame person.

“Funny,” She replied dryly, “Your friend Tommy actually agreed to it. He said he had nothing better to do and could use the cash.” She smirked a little bit as she rested her hand on her hip, looking quite proud. Billy snorted, sure that Tommy was doing this to get on Rosemary’s good side. It was sickening.

“That asshole just doesn’t want to babysit Jennifer,” He said quickly as he shook his head, “And Tommy is a terrible influence.” He pointed out, unsure if it was a good thing or not to leave him alone with Russell. Tommy was odd in his own way.

“Well, like you said,” Rosemary replied with a grin, “The only ones left were losers and weirdos. Besides, at least Tommy can keep Russell entertained.” She said as she nodded her head, looking quite pleased with her answer still. He supposed that she was right. Tommy wasn’t that hard to entertain. Sometimes.

“He’ll probably lock him outside,” Billy mumbled before he shook his head, “So is that fine with you then?” He rubbed the back of his neck, still expecting her to laugh in his face. Neil would’ve told him that it was stupid. That he shouldn’t spend so much time fussing over a girl on top of a lot of other things.

“Yeah,” She nodded her head, “I just want to know when you guys get there, for safety reasons. Call the house, please let someone know.” She said seriously, pointing the end of the broom at him to tell him that she meant business.

“We will,” He nodded his head, “Thanks, I appreciate it.” He said seriously, watching as she threw the dirt from the pail away. She put the broom away, then paused as she turned towards him again.

“You two have fun,” She said with a big smile, “And Billy?” She said a second later, making him stop his movements as he headed towards the back of the kitchen. He needed to get ready to leave, to ensure that he got the rest of his stuff picked up in time.

“Hm?” He asked, resting his hands on his hips as he waited for whatever she had to say.

“Buy a box of condoms,” She said, shaking her head as he felt his face suddenly burn, “Or by next Thanksgiving you’ll have to deal with Susan and a crying baby.” She mocked a serious expression, nodding her head and making him think about how true that was. No babies in his immediate future.

“I’ll remember that,” He told her seriously as he nodded his head, trying to ignore how his face continued to heat up, “Thank you. I’ll see you at home.” He nodded his head, grumbling underneath his breath as he ducked his head towards the exit. He continued to mumble, all the way until he was in the safety of his car.

He had most of her gifts already picked up and hidden within his room. He was hoping that she wouldn’t be nosey enough to search through while he was gone. The only thing he really needed to pick up today was the flowers. He had thought that flowers would be very important to her.

He felt awkward shuffling them into his car, even more awkward when he carefully pulled them free and carried them up towards the house. He shuffled around for a moment, trying to think of the right thing to say once he entered.

“Are those for me?” Russell mocked as he greeted him at the door, still wearing his backpack on his shoulders, “You shouldn’t have.” He said sweetly as he held his hand over his chest, making Billy roll his eyes in exasperation.

“What about you?” He asked as he raised his eyebrows, looking at Russell curiously, “Did uh, any assholes give you any cards today?” He pondered for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to ask him. He wondered if there were any girls that liked Russell and how he got around that whole situation.

“Shut up.” Russell responded with a burning face, his cheeks lighting up so brightly that he could put Kim to shame. Amusement struck him as he realized that there must be some truth to it.

“Wait,” Billy laughed as he started to follow behind him, “It sounds like someone did.” He said a little more seriously, wanting to know what little punk was messing with his little brother. Russell walked a little faster, almost toppling into Pearl who had jumped out.

“Go away!” He protested, his face still burning brightly as he slammed his bedroom door shut. Billy paused outside, rattling the doorknob for a moment as he decided that he’d get the information out of Russell later.

He paused as he held onto the flowers, wondering how the best way to approach her would be. He didn’t want to just throw them at her, but he wasn’t sure if he’d have time to set anything fancy up for her.

“She’s in her room,” Sam said as he looked over the bouquet of flowers from his doorway, “She’s going to like those.” He continued on with a large smile, a glimmer of pride in his eyes. Billy didn’t know how to handle that.

“Thanks,” He mumbled, “I appreciate it.” He nodded, raising his free hand up towards him as he turned away. He headed into his room, trying to gain sense of what to say. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to give her the presents now, but he didn’t want to do it at the restaurant either.

He gathered up the rest of his things, organizing them neatly in the little basket he’d found. He wondered suddenly if he should’ve added more color, made it a little brighter. He was suddenly worried, hoping that she would like it.

He knocked outside of her door, feeling nervous as he glanced down at Pearl who had settled herself on top of his foot. She looked up at him with her different colored eyes, a hint of mischief in them like she was planning on tripping him.

“Come on!” Kim shouted kindly from inside, her voice soft and smooth as he slowly twisted the door open. Her curtains were spread far apart, her windows open as she invited in the bright sun and calm breeze. She was stretched out on her stomach, the pages of her book pressed between her fingers as her ankles crossed in the air.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He spoke up, grinning as he walked into the room. He held onto the stuff awkwardly, not quite sure where to put everything. She gasped as she quickly stood up, her dress rising over her thighs as she rushed towards him. Her eyes were wide, completely taken aback.

He felt his smile grow as he watched her quickly analyze everything, her cheeks turning pink as she slowly pressed the presents in her hands. She put the gift basket down, staring at the bouquet in wonder.

“Billy,” She gasped as she looked over the carnations, “You didn’t have to get me this many. Oh my goodness, these are beautiful. And chocolate! Thank you.” She said as she looked at the little heart box that was looped around the stems. She bounced on the tips of her toes, seemingly overjoyed as he felt this heart hammering in his chest.

“Of course I did,” He said with a grin, watching the way her eyes flashed in joy, “You deserve all of the flowers.” He said as he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. He paused for a moment before he took the flowers again, gesturing towards the rest of her presents.

She plopped down at the edge of the bed, pulling free some of the little heart decorations he’d found. Okay, that Russell had found. He had been a fairly big help in making sure that Billy didn’t make it look completely ugly.

“Oh my God!” She exclaimed as she held the stuffed cow up, “It’s huge! Where did you find him?” She asked seriously as she tugged it into her arms. It was indeed huge, at least the side of half of her body. The cow was white with brown heart shaped spots, as well as heart shaped antenna. Pearl hopped up on her lap, sniffling it curiously.

“That’s a secret,” He said playfully, amused by how entertained she was, “Do you like everything?” He watched as she continued to pull out little bags of candy, some rolls of yarn and a few mystery novels he’d found. Alma had mentioned throwing in a sketchbook, which he had done. Kim had a little bit of everything, just like Christmas.

“I love them,” She said, smiling brightly as she examined the earrings, “I was going to give you yours later, but now s’fine.” She said as she placed her things aside gently, then came forth with a large pink basket. There were a few red balloons attached to it, shaped into hearts. She had definitely gone all out with the little heart decorations and glitter. Oh well. It was sweet.

Inside of his basket held a shirt, a navy blue buttoned up with various stripes going down the front of it. Inside was also what seemed to be a mixtape, a red crocheted hat, a new copy of Cold Moon Over Babylon and a new set of gold earrings. They were little hoops, making him grin as he looked over at them.

“What’s this?” He asked as he held up a little hard. It was handmade, cut from pink sheets of construction paper. She had clearly used some sort of white material to make the lace part of it as well. His name was written in large cursive, soft. He could tell it was her handwriting by the way she curved her y.

“It’s nothing,” She said, face burning as she tucked her hair behind her ears, “It’s just-, you know. It’s just a little poem. In the card.” She said bashfully as she clasped her hands together, then distracted herself by threading her fingers through Pearl’s soft fur.

“You wrote it?” He grinned, watching as she nodded her head, “So I have an original Kim Mayfield?” He teased her, but fully meant it. Her poem was sweet, cute. And very cheesy. But it was personal. It was clearly about him. He’d never been compared to the sun before, but he sort of liked it. He’d have to put it up.

“Stop,” She said as she held her hands up to her bright red face, “It’s embarrassing. I didn’t know if you’d really like it or not.” She whispered shyly, looking like she was seconds from crawling underneath the bed. He shook his head in disbelief. It was all perfect. He couldn’t ask for more from her.

“I love it,” He told her seriously as he kissed the side of her cheek again, “And I really love these peanut butter clusters. Thank you.” He added, watching the way she flushed all over again. She paused as she pulled one of the boxes of candy free from her basket.

“These are so good,” She said, eating candy heart after candy heart, “Do you want one?” She asked, offering him a red one. He quickly shook his head. Those were definitely all sugar. He didn’t need that, too sweet for his teeth.

“No thank you,” He told her softly, “What are you going to wear? I have big plans for tonight.” He mumbled as he nuzzled his way into the crook of her neck. She held onto him, brushing her fingers through his curls softly. He sighed deeply, enjoying the sensation.

“You do?” She asked brightly, “Like what?” She asked, giggling softly as he began to pepper kisses against the sensitive spot on her neck. He rubbed his fingers across the side of her waist, rubbing her skin gently.

“Some of it is a surprise,” He said with a smile, “But we’re going out. And I rented a hotel.” He sighed, inhaling the scent of cherries against her skin. He wondered how she always managed to smell so sweet, just a little tart. He liked that.

“Did our parents mind?” She asked softly as she leaned her cheek against the top of his head. He supposed he should move away, but he liked the feeling of her skin against his own. It was comforting. “Mom didn’t,” He told her truthfully, leaving out the conversation about Rosemary’s suggestion. Perhaps he’d tease her about it later, but not right yet, “It will be fun. Come on.”

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“Here’s the money for the pizza,” Sam said as he pulled cash out, waving it towards Russell before he set it down on the counter, “And the number of the restaurant if you guys need us.” He said, furrowing his eyebrows together as he pushed his glasses up his nose again. He was dressed nicely, but Rosemary kept going behind him to tuck his shirt back into his pants.

“Got it.” Russell responded as he continued to work on the Lego set he was building. It was supposedly a king’s castle. For whatever reason, it held his interest.

They’d all spent turns talking to Max on the phone, wishing her a Happy Birthday despite her being clearly annoyed. They had somehow managed to gather around the phone, all of them singing into it. He could practically feel her anger and embarrassment seeping through the line. It was funny.

“We can get a picture of you,” Kim said quickly, “You both look cute. It would be nice.” Billy turned towards her, admiring her all over again. Her dress was a little older, perhaps from the fifties. It was white, with little red polka dots covered across it. It was tighter around her waist, then fluffed out towards her knees where it ended. Her shoulders were exposed and there were three different sections across the dress which held a red bow and ribbon. Her hair was in thick curls, framed out of her face.

“Oh, sure,” Rosemary said brightly, “Get over here, Sam.” She said happily as she pulled Sam forward. Her dress ended at her feet, had small straps and was covered in different floral patterns.

“Oh, joy,” Sam said as he looped his arm around her waist, “I hope you’re getting my good side.” He said playfully as he turned towards Billy. He shook his head, holding up the camera so he could get a good picture of the two of them.

“Ha,” He responded dryly, “There you go.” He replied as he pulled it free, giving it a good shake before handing it towards them. Sam took it, grinning as he showed it off towards Rosemary.

“Russell,” Rosemary snapped her fingers towards him, gaining his attention instantly, “Make sure you get a picture of Kim and Billy before they leave.” She said, nodding her head as Russell’s nose curled up in annoyance.

“Okay, okay,” He said quickly, “I won’t forget!” He shouted as he waved his little Lego man around. Billy shook his head, watching as Sam and Rosemary began to head towards the door.

“Good,” She said as she kissed the top of his head, then made her rounds towards Kim and Billy, “Everyone be safe. Call us when you get to the hotel.” She said sternly, pointing towards the two of them so they wouldn’t forget.

“We will,” Kim replied with a smile, “We promise.” She nodded her head as she turned to look at Billy, the curve of her lips growing as he pulled her closer. He was pretty crazy about her.

“Have fun,” Sam said as he walked out after Rosemary, “But not too much fun!” He said, laughing as he sent them both a wink. Kim flushed, almost matching the red on her dress as Billy rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Gross.” Russell spoke up as he wrinkled his lips up in disgust. He shivered, looking like he might vomit before he turned back to his Legos.

“We better go,” Billy said quickly, determined to not be late, “I made dinner reservations.” He told her for the first time, grinning as he revealed the news. It would be special, not some ordinary restaurant. He supposed they could go somewhere fancy for once.

“What?” She turned towards him quickly, her eyebrows furrowing together as she parted her lips in confusion. He stalled for just a moment.

“What’s wrong?” He asked her seriously, hoping that he hadn’t done something wrong. She paused as she bit down on her glossed lips, then smoothed her hands over the puffy part of her dress.

“I made dinner reservations,” She said, smiling sheepishly, “Where did you set it up at?” She asked, making him laugh as he realized they hadn’t planned this very well. It was better to be over prepared, than not at all.

“This pasta place,” He said as he kissed her nose, “What about you?” He mused as he held onto her, flattered that she had thought so strongly about this as well. He shouldn’t be surprised.

“A steakhouse,” She giggled softly, “I figured you’d like that.” She shrugged her shoulders, her cheeks forming a slight pink color as she fretted with the ends of her curls.

“Well what sounds better?” He asked her a second later, wondering what she would prefer to eat. It should be something they agreed on, but she was certainly the pickier one.

“I’m okay with whatever.” She said gently, smiling like she meant it. He scoffed softly, really not wanting to be the one to decide this time. He wanted to go wherever she wanted to go.

“Kim.”

“Rock, paper, scissors for it?” She asked as she turned towards him, her eyes flashing in amusement as she laid her suggestion out. He thought about it for a moment, deciding it was the one way she’d pick it out. He wondered if he should move his hands a little slower, just to make her purposely win.

“Fine,” He said as he held his hand up, “You ready?” She nodded her head, confirming her answer as they began to tap their fists against their palms.

“Ha,” She said as she looked up with a grin, “You win. Pasta it is.” She said as she let his palm cover her fist. He shook his head, deciding that it was fair after all.

Russell took their picture and they waited just a little bit longer until Tommy appeared. It was a little harder trying to get out of the house after that, as he apparently had much he wanted to talk about. Billy, at the moment, really didn’t care.

The car ride there was pleasant as he kept the music a little lower, choosing to listen to her ramble about her school projects instead. He liked listening to her talk about school, and liked hearing about how smart she was. Sometimes he wished he could pick apart her mind and study it. Gently. He’d never want to harm her.

“Here we are,” He said as he held the door open for her, smiling as she stuck her feet out towards him, “Don’t kick me now.” He teased her, watching the way her shoes almost struck him. They had a slight heel to them, leaving them the same height.

“I wouldn’t do it on purpose,” She protested with a hint of a smile, “Purely accidental.” She promised him as she took his hand, letting him pull her forward. She grinned, holding his hand tightly as they moved across the street.

“I’m sure,” He said as he held onto her waist, looking at how busy it was inside, “You’re clumsy sometimes, you know that?” He reminded her, feeling like he should keep her in bubble wrap sometimes. It was alright. Just another thing to love her for.

“You may have mentioned that before,” She said with a smile, slotting up towards him as another couple slid in behind them, “It just means I have you to patch me up later.” She teased as she nudged her shoulder against his.

“I don’t mind that at all,” He said as they waited in line for a few moments, “Reservation for Hargrove.” He said as he pulled her close, watching the way her eyes darted around at the crowds. He held onto her, giving her a soft squeeze before they followed the waitress.

They sat near the windows, giving them a clear view into the busy street life. The moon was out, high in the air as a faint darkness slipped through the crowds. He pushed in her chair for her, determined to be as sweet as he could tonight. He wiped his hands against his pants out of nerves. He’d never been this close to someone before, never quite this nervous. He wondered if this was how she had felt on their first few dates.

“What do you want?” He asked her as he pulled his menu forward, struggling with it for a moment before he got it held straight once again. He pressed it up to his nose, hoping that she couldn’t see how nervous he was suddenly.

“I think the-,” She paused as she looked over it, “Chicken alfredo. That sounds really good.” She squinted her eyes, dropping her lips for just as second as she nodded her head. She looked quite proud of her answer as she shut the menu, as she had already read through all of it.

“You should add mushrooms to it.” He teased her as he flicked his eyes over the various items. He ignored the prices on the menu, hoping that she had done the same thing. He really wanted it to be special for her.

“I’m not feeling that risky,” She said with a giggle, “What about you?” She asked as she pressed her elbows on the table, then rested her chin onto her fists. He wished he had brought his camera with him. She looked too pretty for her own good. He couldn’t wait to use the video camera on her.

“We should share the arancini balls,” He said as he watched the way the lights danced off of her features, “I think I want the chicken piccata.” He said as he shut the menu, then slowly reached forward to snag hers. He didn’t want her to look over it and change her mind.

“That sounds good,” She said as she clasped her fingers together, “I’m really happy we’re doing this.” She said sweetly, lips pressed softly together as she watched him. He felt warm inside, tingly as if he might explode if she continued to look at him that way.

“Me too,” Billy started, then paused as the waitress came to take their order. He repeated it all back, noticing the way Kim began to tug on the ends of her hair. She was still shy around people, even just to tell her order. She was too damn cute, “What do you think they’re fighting about?” He whispered as he secretly gestured towards the couple a few tables away from them.

“Hm,” Kim paused for a moment, “She’s mad because he mixed up her present with his mistresses one.” She said at last, narrowing her eyes as she glanced towards them. He raised his eyebrows, surprised by her answer.

“Damn,” He said with a laugh, “That’s just fucked up.” He said with a laugh as he sipped on his Coke. He tried not to think about the bottle of whiskey in his car. He’d have to get rid of it. Soon. He didn’t want her to find it, to be disappointed in him.

“What?” She giggled with a flushed expression, “You told me to guess.” She defended herself as she tucked her hair behind her ears. He nodded along with her, figuring that she might not be too far away.

“I think-,” He said slowly as he examined them again, “She just told him she’s pregnant, but he’s sterile.” He said, raising the cards as he faced her again. It was her turn to raise her eyebrows in surprise as she faced him again.

“And you said mine was bad,” She grinned softly, “How will we ever know the truth?” She lowered herself once again as the waitress appeared, dropping off their appetizer before she disappeared again. Kim paused as she reached forward and grabbed one of the balls, inspecting it before she took a bite.

“We won’t,” He grinned at her, “But that’s not so bad.” He told her, admiring the way she slowly chewed the food around in her mouth. She nodded her head a second later, giving her approval towards him.

Their food arrived a few minutes later, cutting off his story about how Steve had told him about working at whichever restaurant he was currently at. Billy had thought it would be something funny, because it was. Kim was more excited about the prospect, promising that he would do good.

“It’s so good,” She said as she munched on her noodles, “Do you want some?” She had them scooped messily onto her fork, her eyes wide with hope as he eventually felt himself giving in.

“Sure,” He chuckled as he leaned over, letting her spoon a big bite into his mouth, “That is nice. Do you want to try this?” He asked her playfully, showing his plate off. She looked at it for a moment before she shook her head.

“No thanks,” She said with a laugh, “I’m getting so full.” She brushed him off as she continued to eat, playfully slurping on her noodles. He leaned forward to wipe some of the sauce from the corner of her lips.

“No room for dessert?” He teased her, knowing fully well that she’d always have room for something sweet. Her eyes lit up as she looked at him, like it was Christmas all over again.

“Can we take it with us?” She asked him seriously as she brushed her thumbs across the edge of the plate. He tilted his head back and forth, pretending to think about it.

“I suppose,” He said with a chuckle, “What do you want?” He asked her, turning the smaller dessert menu a little closer to him. He was still a little worried that she’d fret over the prices. He really didn’t want her to worry about that tonight.

“The cheesecake kind of sounds good.” She admitted as she flicked her eyes back and forth. She pressed her lips together, thinking for a moment like she really wasn’t sure.

“What about the chocolate strawberries?” He suggested, “Those are really good.” He told her seriously. He thought that she would really like them as well. It would be easy to take with them and share too.

“Sure,” She smiled, “If you think that will be best.” She said, as agreeable as ever. He watched her curiously for a moment, admiring her soft lines and curves. He really had a hard time believing that he was here with her right now.

“It will be.” He teased her, sending a wink in her direction. He waited until the waitress returned to repeat what they’d decided on, then worked on wiggling his wallet out of his pants when she brought the boxes and receipt over.

“Oh my God,” Kim exclaimed once the waitress walked away as she snagged the receipt. Her face went pale, her eyes wide like she might collapse onto the floor, “This is so expensive. Oh my God. This is insane.”

“It’s fine,” He told her quickly, trying to calm her down before she hyperventilated, “It’s one night. It won’t kill me.” He reassured her as he began to skim through his cash. In all honesty, it wasn’t that expensive. But he was fairly certain that she had never spent this much money on something before.

“I have to pay too,” She said as she gulped hard, “Or if we don’t have enough maybe they’ll let us do some work, or we can-,” She began to ramble off, but he stopped her; not wanting her to jump to conclusions.

“I have the money,” He clarified gently a second later, “And it’s fine. Really. I wanted to do something special for you tonight.” He told her as he nodded his head, watching the slow way she exhaled. She nodded along, but still looked flustered about it. He couldn’t blame her. She’d never had much money growing up, it was probably a shock.

He paid for the meal despite her protests, then held onto her hand as they walked around town for a little bit. Once they tired they headed back to his car, but he wasn’t through with night just yet.

“Can we be on the beach this late?” She asked him, holding her shoes in one hand as she walked through the sand. He held onto their box of strawberries, a blanket loosely thrown over his shoulder.

“Who's going to stop us?” He asked her seriously. He knew that no one would really be out over here, especially officers. It was too dark, a little too chill. They’d have it all to themselves for right now.

“You’re funny,” She said as she bumped her shoulder against him, “It’s nice out here.” She said as she looked around. She looked like she fitted in with the moonlight dancing against her skin.

He set out the blanket, then kicked his shoes off next. He didn’t have plans on getting in the water, but supposed it wouldn’t be that bad either. Perhaps just a little chilly, but they could survive it if they chose to do it.

He scooped out the leftover box, opening it to expose the chocolate covered strawberries. He grinned as he held one up to her mouth, watching the way she exposed her shiny teeth and took a bite from it.

“You were right,” She said as she nodded her head, taking another bite from the chocolate covered strawberry, “These are better than the cheesecake.” He nodded his head as he finished off the rest of the strawberry, then tossed the end of it back into the box.

“If you could only eat one dessert for the rest of your life-.” He drew out dramatically as he turned towards her, lying lazily on the towel, “What would it be?”

“That’s an evil question.” She told him seriously, grinning as she took another bite out of one. She chewed it around for a moment, thinking deeply to herself.

“I have a dire need to know your answer.” He said teasingly, but fully meant it. He was sure that there had to be a favorite dessert that she loved, that she hadn’t revealed to him just yet.

“I guess it would have to be-,” She paused as she thought about it once again, “I really think strawberry cake. Especially if it has that sweet, cream cheese frosting. I really like ice cream too.”

“Mint chocolate chip?” He questioned as he cocked his eyebrows, “You know, that’s an odd choice.” He told her seriously, thinking about how mint often tasted like toothpaste to him.

“What?” She asked, sounding a little offended, “The ice cream?” She narrowed her eyes a little bit, inspecting if her suspicions were correct. She pointed a strawberry towards him playfully, grinning as he leaned forward to take a bite from it.

“Yes,” He nodded his head, “But that with the strawberry cake. You always picked that for your birthday.” He said as he recounted how many times they’d done that for her birthday. He didn’t understand how she thought the two flavors could blend together. They didn’t; not at all.

“That’s because it’s my favorite,” She said as she held her chin high towards him, “And I think the flavors really compliment each other.” She replied with a smile as she discarded the stem of the strawberry. He shook his head softly at her reasoning.

“Mhm,” He hummed as he leaned forward, stealing a kiss from her lips, “I’ll let it slide because you’re cute.” He told her as he brushed his thumb across her slightly cool cheek. He smiled as she nuzzled her face up against his.

“What’s your favorite sweet?” She asked him as she inhaled deeply against his skin. She smelt sweet. She felt soft. He liked that about her.

“I like pie, I guess,” He said as he shrugged his shoulders, “You know the strawberry rhubarb. Or peanut butter if I’m feeling frisky.” He said teasingly. He’d rather eat something savory, salty or maybe even spicy if he had the choice. The sugary sweets just weren’t his thing.

“Oh, is that what you call it?” She said as she curled up towards him a little bit, “It’s nice out.” She told him as she snuggled her way closer to him. He pulled her deeper, nearly onto his lap as they listened to the waves crashing against the shore.

“You feel cold.” He told her seriously as he rubbed his large palms across her exposed shoulders. She felt really chill. He squeezed at her skin softly, not wanting her to get sick.

“You’re warm,” She said in response, “This is nice.” She sighed softly as she looked up towards the sky, her eyes dark as the colors molded into the night sky. He glanced up, wondering if she had any fun constellation stories to tell him.

“Maybe we could get a house on the beach one day,” He said as he pushed her hair from her face, “And we could sit out here at night.” He said softly, thinking about what they’d be like in a few years. It was odd to think about getting that old with someone, because he had been certain that at one point he’d be alone forever.

“That would be fun,” She said softly as she looked up towards him, “Maybe we could make a bonfire.” She suggested, her eyes flashing with color as she suggested it towards him. He chuckled as he played with her loose strands.

“Mhm,” He hummed along, “And we could go skinny dipping.” He replied cheekily, sending her a wink that quickly left her flushed. She shook her head, giggling like she still couldn’t believe he’d suggest such a thing.

“Oh gosh,” She said as she rolled her eyes, grinning gently, “Of course you’d say that.” She pointed at his ribs softly, making him jerk as he felt a sudden urge to laugh. He pressed her fingers away gently, not wanting her to tickle him.

“Here,” He said as he gave her the last strawberry, distracting her by shoving it in her mouth so she couldn’t focus on the way he almost laughed, “You ready to go?” He asked, watching the way she held her manicured nails up to her lips.

“Mhm,” She said as she nodded her head, furrowing her eyebrows together as she tried to chew down the large bite, “That was a lot.” She breathed out, cheeks full as her words came out into mumbles. He chuckled as he poked the side of her cheek, nodding as he began to gather everything up.

The drive to the hotel was short, not far away from the beach. Kim shuffled back into her Mary Jane’s, her dress slightly sandy as he led her inside. He carried their bags, grinning as she looked around curiously. It wasn’t the fanciest thing, but it was better than the motel at Hawkins.

“Uh, I had a room reservation,” He said as he tapped his fingers against the desk, “For William Hargrove.” He said as he waited for a moment, going through the rest of the process before he paid for the room.

The worker moved the key towards them, giving a soft smile before they turned away. Billy handed the key towards her; picked up the bags and then headed towards the elevator. The lobby was fairly empty, meaning that people were either already in their rooms or hadn’t arrived yet.

“William?” Kim teased him, “How formal.” She said as she bumped her shoulder against his. He snickered, trying to ignore the flames on his cheeks as she rested her chin on top of his shoulder.

“Shut it, Kimberly.” He sassed back playfully as he hit the button to the sixth floor, then reached around to squeeze at her waist. William just sounded more mature than what Billy did. She snuggled up to him again, breathing in softly as the elevator took them up and up.

“Can I?” She asked as she held the key up towards her face, grinning excitedly as they stopped in front of the room. He watched her in amusement, wondering how she could be so excited over something so small.

“That’s why I handed it to you,” He said with a smile, “It’s all yours.” He took a step back as he gestured towards the door, leaving her room to do her thing. He watched the way her dress moved against her thighs, how her features lit up as she got the door unlocked and then opened.

“Wow,” She said as she looked around, “This is nice.” She nodded her head softly, staring at the photos on the walls. His attention was quickly turned towards the little bottles on the dresser, recognizing right away what they were.

“Very nice,” He said, trying to keep calm as he leaned in front of the dresser, “You want to freshen up first?” He asked as he put his hand on his hip, mentally cursing himself. He didn’t think to ask about removing them beforehand.

“We’re taking turns?” She asked, making him shrug his shoulders as he did his best to keep nonchalant, “Sure.” She grinned as she grabbed her bag and walked towards the bathroom.

He worked quickly, glancing around the room for what he might be able to hide them in. He didn’t want to act like he didn’t trust her, but he didn’t want her to be tempted either. He searched until he finally found a paper bag.

“Can I come out now?” Her voice rang from the bathroom, making him jump as he searched for a way to quickly discard them. He furrowed his eyebrows as he worked quickly to get rid of them.

“Uh,” He said as he shuffled them into the paper bag quickly, twisting the top of it tightly before he could find somewhere to hide the little bottles, “Yeah! I’m um, totally ready.” He said as he shoved the bag underneath the bed, deciding it would be the best place to keep them.

She walked out, her cheeks red as she tugged her hair behind her ears. She had fixed her hair, making the curls fall back into place as she slowly approached him. He stared for the longest time, trying to find the words to speak.

“When did you get this?” He asked her softly, brushing his fingers across the tiny black straps on her slender shoulders. He dragged his finger down the strap, following it over the curve of her perky tit. The lacy black material barely covered her boobs and left a vast amount of skin revealed down her ribs.

He could feel his cock springing to life in his jeans as he looked at the little red bow that was resting between her tits before he moved his hand further down. It was scandalous, the sides of it cut up high to reveal her soft hips. Her pussy was barely covered, hidden away by only a small section of lace. He slowly rubbed his palm against her side, admiring her soft ass.

“Secret,” She said softly, grinning shyly as she started to play with her hair. She looked sexy, beautiful. But he could tell that she was uncomfortable with what she was wearing, “Do you like it?” She whispered, looking a little nervous as she glanced towards him.

“Mhm,” He mumbled as he tapped his finger against her chin, tilting her head up just a bit to ghost his lips over hers, “Do you want to see your other gift?” He asked her, watching the way her eyes flickered up in surprise.

“You shouldn’t have-,” She began to protest, shaking her head as he pressed his finger against her lips. He’d thought of something similar, following her mindset.

“Shh,” He mumbled, smirking as he let himself grope his rough palms over her smooth ass, “Just try it on.” He said, doing his best to keep from grinding himself forward against her slender thighs. He wanted to desperately feel her.

“Okay,” She said bashfully as she glanced at him, biting her lip as she bent over to grab the bag. He groaned, pressing a palm over his growing bulge. He chewed on his bottom lip, trying to keep his groans to himself as he teased himself while she pulled the outfit free, “Oh. Wow. it’s beautiful.”

“You wanna wear it?” He asked her, tilting his head as he watched the way her features wrinkled up in delight as she continued to stare at it. He had a feeling she would like it. He had spent a lot of time thinking of her in it.

“Can I?” She asked as she turned towards him nervously, blinking at him with those big hazel eyes that drove him crazy. He nodded his head, eyes glued to her slender curves as she took off the skimpy black material and slid the new one on, “What do you think?”

He drifted his eyes over the thicker white straps, the big bow that rested just above her boobs. From there down it was a sheer light green, leaving him with just enough to see the curve of her body. He flicked his tongue across his bottom lip as he stared at her hardened nipples, at the slight tuft of hair across her cunt. The dress ended mid thigh, matching the white material that was at the top of the dress. She looked more comfortable as she twisted around, grinning proudly as her cheeks burned brightly. It was very much her.

“You look beautiful,” He told her as he leaned against the dresser, smirking as he motioned her towards him, “C’mere. Let me see you.” He told her, eyes ravenous at the slow way she approached him.

He pressed his hands against the sheer material gently, touching her hips gently as he smoothed it down over her sides. She was stunning, leaving his cock aching in a way he didn’t think was possible. He drifted his eyes back up towards her, enjoying the way her face continued to burn.

He kissed her deeply, keeping his hands across her slender jaw as he held her close. He savored the feeling of her pouty lips against hers, of the way they dragged against his own. She tasted sweet, like cherries. The taste of her drove him crazy, made him want more as her hands ghosted along his biceps.

She moaned as he pressed his thumb into the curve of her neck, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue between her parted lips. It was messy, sloppy as he brushed his tongue against hers. She twitched against his tongue as he spread his tongue through her mouth, licking away her saliva and moans as she began to rut her hips forward.

“Mhm,” He mumbled as he snagged his teeth against her bottom lip, enjoying the gasp that fell from her tongue, “You’re so pretty, wanna feel you. S’that what you want?” He asked as he brushed his nose against hers, enjoying the way she pressed herself closer to him.

“Yeah,” She breathed out against his mouth, tasting like the sweet strawberries they’d eaten earlier, “I want you so badly.” She whispered sweetly, eyes flashing with lust as she palmed at his cock. He hissed this time, staring down at the way she grasped him.

She stripped him slowly, like she was taking her time as he pulled free his shirt. She kissed at the crook of his neck, making him shiver as she brushed her fingertips along his spine. She moved her hands across his ribs, continuing to suck at his skin before she moved her hands down further.

She was slow to remove his belt, making him smile a little bit as he cupped her cheeks and kissed her once again. She was fumbling, but he was in no rush. He wanted to savor each little second with her.

She finally got it removed, looping it free so roughly that she almost smacked herself in the face. Her eyes grew wide as she stared at it, laughing as she looked up at him. He grinned as he brushed his fingers through her hair, thinking about how crazy she made him feel.

“Gently,” She said with a soft smile, her cheeks reddening as she slowly wrapped her fingers around his cock. He hissed softly at the sensation, groaning as he felt himself hardening against her simple touch. She drove him crazy, “S’pretty.” She said softly as she slowly moved her hand along the length of his cock.

“You’re pretty,” He told her softly, cupping her chin as he slowly jerked his hips forward against her touch. He enjoyed the feeling of her hand, but didn’t want to get himself too distracted. He wanted to tease her first, get her a little wild and frisky, “And naughty.” He teased, gripping her hands and pushing her down onto the bed before she could protest.

He grinned as he crawled over her, looking at the way her eyebrows furrowed together as she parted her lips to protest. He ignored her words, kissing her deeply as he drifted his hands down to her sides. He squeezed at her skin before he moved towards her clothed tits, massaging them in her hands.

“I’m good,” She whimpered against his lips, her eyes hazy as she stared up at him, “Really good.” She pressed her lips together, looking like she was close to pouting. He did his best to keep from laughing, fully amused with how she always wanted to be good in his eyes.

“Are you?” He continued to tease her as he moved his fingers up towards her chin, cupping her skin softly before he dragged his thumb across her pouty lips. He breathed in gently, admiring how smooth they were under his thumb.

“Mhm.” She said softly, puckering her lips together as she kissed his thumb softly. She watched him, sliding his thumb in further as she began to suck on it. She slid her legs out from underneath them, spreading them wide as she swirled her tongue across the length of his digit.

He pulled away slowly, watching the trail of spit that was left in his wake before he pushed her further up the bed. He grinned as he played with the hem of the dress, touching it gently before he pushed it up towards her belly button.

He kissed her skin softly, then licked down towards her pretty pussy. He brushed his fingers across her pink folds, earning a gasp from her as he continued to kiss around her clit. He breathed in her sweet musk, having a dire need to bury himself beneath her legs.

“Does this feel good?” He teased her as he pressed his thumb against her clit, pressing down softly and then rubbing in the small circles that she enjoyed. She moaned, her eyes already shut from the simple movements. He bit down on her thigh softly, enjoying the way she jumped surprise.

“Yes,” She whined as she brushed her fingers through his hair. He groaned at the sensation, licking at the teeth marks on her skin as he continued to play with her clit, “Feels really good.” She breathed out, eyes opening as she turned her gaze down towards him.

He moved his hands away, gripping her thighs and pushing them up towards her chest so she was fully exposed to him. Her face burned as a smirk formed on his lips. He felt like he could read her, like he knew what she was thinking.

He pressed his lips against her folds softly, inhaling as he flicked his tongue out against her. He licked away her slick messily, letting himself drool onto her cunt to make it even more dirty. He enjoyed the sounds from her mouth, but even more the sounds of her slippery folds against his mouth.

He moved his lips down further, licking as he went before he spread his fingertips down between her cheeks. He spread the mixture of his saliva, or her slick against her rim. Her body shook in response, always a little jolty when he teased her.

He spit repeatedly against her hole, admiring the way it glimmered before he swirled his saliva across her hole. He briefly pressed a kiss against her clit again before he slid his finger inside of her puckered hole. He moved slowly, recognizing it had been some time as he waited as she adjusted around his thick digit. He mumbled under his breath, savoring the taste of her pretty cunt on his tongue.

Her moans were loud, slightly shrill as he curled his finger inside of her. He slowly pumped it in and out as he traced his tongue along her pussy again, chuckling softly at the way she began to grind her hips up against his mouth.

“So needy,” He teased her as he glanced towards her, using his free hand to hold down on her hip, “Relax, baby sister. Let me take care of you.” He mocked her softly, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed as he began to curl his fingers deeper inside of her.

He pressed his lips against her clit again, licking languidly as she continued to slowly wiggled against his mouth. He groaned as he flicked his tongue out against her clit repeatedly, earning a loud cry from her.

He pressed his thumb inside of her cunt slowly, just gently pressing inside of her while he continued to grind his fingers up into her puckered hole. She whimpered loudly, leaving him groaning into her folds as he did his best to keep from rutting against the mattress. Just the sound of her was able to drive him crazy, made him feel like he could cum by just her sounds.

He slid his tongue in against his thumb, curling it inside deeper as he began to lick against her walls. He moved his fingers roughly, enjoying the way she began to clamp down against his digit as his nose began to rub against her clit.

“Billy!” She moaned loudly, her cries bouncing off of the walls as her movements against his tongue became more desperate. He curled his tongue in deeper, flicking at her spongy walls as he continued to grind his fingers further into her hole. His tongue was pressed against her clit, her slick smearing all across his face as he licked away the remnants of her.

He chuckled, unable to help himself as he watched the way her chest quickly rose and fell. Her skin was flushed and warm as he kissed up her body slowly. He brushed his thumb across her exposed skin, pressing his thigh between her legs as he slid his lips across her pretty collarbone.

“So good for me,” He mumbled as he reached her lips, kissing her gently as she continued to fight to catch her breath. He sat up a bit, reaching back onto the edge of the bed before he joined her again, “Do you trust me?”

“More than anyone else.” She said as he hooked the belt around her neck, thinking that in some odd way it looked like she belonged. She was his, like he was hers. She chewed on her bottom lip, looking exhilarated as she watched him.

He grinned at her, squeezing her chin once again before he moved away from her. He settled on his knees for a moment, smacking against the side of her thighs gently until she moved onto her hands and knees.

She giggled softly, the sound slightly muffled until she pulled herself up onto her elbows. She looked back towards him, her eyes full and round as he moved behind her. He pressed his rough palms underneath her dress, wiggling himself closer as his cock ached in anticipation.

He exhaled slowly as he dragged the tip of his cock between her wet folds, teasing them both for just a moment before he pressed himself inside of her. He sighed deeply, doing his best to keep from slamming into her as he savored the way her walls stretched around his girth.

She was soft, warm and wet all at once as he thrusted his cock deeper inside of her. She moaned from underneath him as he drifted his hands up the curve of her spine, admiring the way his cock disappeared inside of her tight cunt as he moved his fingers to the back of her neck.

He looped his fingers lazily through the belt, giving a soft squeeze as he pulled his hips back and then thrusted his cock deep inside of her spongy walls once again. He groaned in bliss, her body trembling underneath his as he began to build a steady rhythm.

“Look at you,” He tsked, pushing the material of her dress up over her hips to admire the way her ass moved as he dragged her back against the length of his cock, “Mhm, such a dirty girl. Taking my cock so well.” He exhaled roughly, pleasure rushing through his body at the way her cunt squeezed his girth.

“Yeah,” She cried out, whimpering as she tossed her head back lazily. He tugged on the belt a little harder, making her whine as he dragged her body up against his, “Oh, God!” She whimpered, cheeks red as he held onto her.

“Mhm,” He mumbled as he brought his other hand against her tits, squeezing the right one roughly in his hand as he continued to jerk his hips forward, “Such a dirty little bitch. You like that, don’t you?” He huffed out as he brushed his nose against her neck, enjoying the way she shivered against him.

“Yes!” She whined louder this time, moaning in awe as he felt his thrusts growing a little more frantic, “More, more. I want more.” He groaned as he felt her leaking around him, the sound of her cunt squeezing his cock echoing in the room.

He grunted as he continued to grind his cock deeper inside of her, earning a fresh wave of moans from her lips. He tugged on the belt a little bit, pulling her mouth towards his. He kissed her roughly, enjoying how his lips vibrated from her moans.

She rocked herself along the length of his cock, whining as she flicked her tongue against his. Her eyes were wide, her lips plump as she pressed herself back against him. He could feel himself throbbing inside of her, his own pleasure spreading through his body as he felt himself sliding deeper inside of her.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t ya?” He grinned as he cupped her chin, using his thumb to wipe away the drool from the corner of her lips, “Your pretty cunt is squeezing me so tight, making me feel so good. You hear her?” He muttered as he dragged his fingers across her clit. She jolted, crooning from the sensation.

“Yeah,” She whimpered, shaking as he felt his thrusts becoming deeper and rougher. He grazed his teeth along her cheek, his cock aching as he felt his orgasm growing closer and closer, “Jesus, Billy! Right there!” She whined as she bounced along his cock, making rough groans leave his mouth.

He pressed his brows tightly together, trying to stay concentrated as he met her rapid movements. He licked his bottom lip, watching the way his cock slid deep inside of her cunt. He grunted, spilling out a series of curses before he quickly removed his cock.

It took one swift jerk of his hand before he was cumming on her pale ass, covering her milky thighs with his white spunk. He hissed softly, his cock twitching in his hand as thick ropes continued to pain her skin.

“Fuck,” He hissed, groaning as he pushed her back down onto the mattress. He reached his fingers messily between her legs, brushing his fingertips across her clit roughly, “S’good for me. S’okay, baby.” He praised her, urging her orgasm from her.

She cried out even louder, gripping the sheets tightly as she turned her head towards the side. Her eyes were shut, lips parted as she twitched underneath him. He groaned, wishing he could feel her spongy walls cumming around his girth.

He pressed down against her abdomen, keeping her hips still as he began to rub his fingertips across her clit roughly. She squirmed and whined, crying out as her legs twitched uncontrollably. He grunted in concentration, admiring the way her pussy felt on his fingers and the wet sound that filled the room.

“Jesus!” She squeaked out, eyes shut tightly and eyebrows furrowed together as she pressed her hips forward. He looked up at her, admiring the pleasure that spread across her features. She was the prettiest woman she’d ever seen. She came with a cry, her liquid squirting out towards him and coating his hand. He grunted at the feeling, at the sight. He was sure he’d never seen something so sexy before.

“Fuck,” He groaned as he continued to rub his fingers against her clit, “God. Look at you, messy girl. Dirty little slut.” He came to a slow halt, listening to her soft whimpers and cries as her body shook underneath him. He smirked as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean.

“What?” She asked curiously, eyes hazy and glossed over as she blinked at him in confusion. She was breathing hard again, her mouth barely opening as she turned towards him lazily.

“I didn’t say anything,” He said with a laugh, watching the way she slowly exhaled, “Stay here. I’ll get you cleaned up.” He promised as he stood, heading towards the bathroom and quickly warming up a warm washcloth.

He returned quickly, trying not to laugh at the lazy way she was still trying to hold her bottom high in the air. He was sure the position was a little uncomfortable, well, possibly a lot. He hummed as he joined her at the edge of the bed again.

“Are you alright?” He asked as he slowly cleaned her up. He was gentle across her folds and clit, noticing the way she jolted again. He wiped his cum from her ass next, moving carefully so it didn’t smear.

“I feel like I could sleep forever,” She said with a tired smile, “What about you?” She asked, humming softly as he tossed the rag towards the corner of the room. He smacked her bottom softly, laughing at the way she lazily fell onto her side.

“I’m tired too,” He agreed, leaning over again to wrap his arms around her waist. She groaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist, protesting for just a moment as he lifted her up. He held onto her with one arm, using the other to pull the sheets back before he laid her down, “Did you have a good time?”

“Best Valentine's Day Ever,” She promised as she slowly pushed the dress back over her thighs. She was apparently too attached to it, not wanting to take it off, “What about you?” She asked hesitantly, like she was afraid of his answer.

“You’re the first one I’ve taken out for Valentine’s Day,” He promised as he climbed in next to her. He’d get up and brush his teeth in a moment, for now, he just wanted to soak in the feeling of her against him, “I love you.” He told her, fully meaning it as he thought of how he’d have to try and top this day every single year. It would be hard, but worth it.

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jomiddlemarch · 11 months ago

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reunions, expansion pack edition

You decided, brunette pixie cut and outdated stereotypes about blondes notwithstanding, to play dumb.

“I’m not sure—”

“Miller. From 11th grade English. Though I don’t generally go by just my last name anymore,” he said and then extended a hand to shake, which obviously, you had to take. He had a firm grip, calluses across his palms, and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit you were turned on. “Joel.”

“I’m—”

“Oh, I know who you are,” he interrupted.

“You do?”

“Yeah. You’re the only reason I decided to come to my high school’s 20th reunion,” he said.

“Me?” you said, actually feeling pretty dumb at the moment. More like the struck dumb kind and your mouth was probably hanging open, given the way Joel was smiling at you. You shut it, feeling your teeth clatter against each other, biting your lip but not in the tentative sexy way it happened in a movie or a romance novel. You considered taking a sip of your drink but figured you’d probably spill it or gulp too much and end up spluttering. You couldn’t take a deep breath to calm down, he’d notice, so you balled up your free hand in a fist and then relaxed it. It didn’t work.

“Yeah. Shouldn’t be so hard to believe. I had a crush on you back then. Wanted to ask you to Prom—”

“Why didn’t you?” you ask before you can stop yourself. Maybe you’re actually dreaming, this can’t really be happening, but if it is a dream, it’s a good one, probably the best you’re going to have in the next decade, so you decide you should really push it. The chances of it going off the rails with like some Fraggle asking you to do the Electric Slide (Mokey, not Red) are high, but the chances of Joel telling you he had been interested and Still Was were good enough you’d risk it.

“Lots of reasons. Didn’t think you’d say yes. Couldn’t afford a limo. Or a tux, the little rosebud corsage in the plastic box with all the ribbons and shit. Didn’t want to ask you to go in my dad’s pick-up. Get you all dirty maybe,” he paused and you were both standing there with all dirty hanging in the air between you, hovering, making you blush. Joel looked a little abashed too, which was a relief. “Too scared, basically,” he said.

“I don’t like limos,” you said. “Never have.”

You’d sort of blurted it out, but there was only warm interest in his dark eyes, no mockery.

“Good to know. Didn’t take one here tonight,” he said.

“Me neither,” you said and he laughed.

“Look, you rather talk or dance? I know my limits, I can’t do both. Not with you. Not well,” he said. The DJ the reunion planning committee hired had started to play and people were heading to the dance floor. You thought about Joel’s hands on your hips, your arms looped around his neck. You thought about the revelations he’d already shared, his ringless hands, whether you were going to wake up and when.

“Talk?” you said. “These heels, they’re kind of high—”

“You can take them off, you know,” he said. “Whenever you want.”

“Later,” you said.

“Later’s good too. You want another drink?” he replied.

“Sure. Surprise me,” you replied. You weren’t aiming for sultry but magically, you’d gotten about 47% of the way there. Joel held your gaze and it was definitely a promise, not a challenge.

“I aim to,” he said.

“So, cards on the table,” Joel said, having set down a brightly colored cocktail with a wedge of lime and a matching green umbrella in front of you and a fresh beer in front of himself and nary an actual card. “Graduated, went to UT, run my own construction business with my brother Tommy, you probably don’t remember him. I got two girls at home, eleven and eight, divorced for over five years, don’t see much of either ex and yeah, I got two. Third time’s the charm, so they say.”

“Um, yeah,” you replied, trying to take it all in with some facsimile of nonchalance, a phrase your favorite journalism professor would have struck-through with red pen instantly. “They do say that. I feel like—”

“It’s a lot,” he said. “I know. But my girls are my whole life. I can’t, I won’t hide that. Can’t French braid their hair worth shit, but being a good dad’s the most important part of my life.”

“No, it is good. I appreciate you not dancing around stuff. It’s just, I feel like I’m in the speed round of a game show maybe,” you said. You took the umbrella out of the glass but you didn’t pick it up. Not yet.

“You think you’re gonna win? Joel asked. He did take a long swallow of his beer, then grinned. God, he was attractive, his features a little too rough to be conventionally handsome, which was better in your opinion. “I’d always bet on you, Scout.”

“Christ, no one’s called me that since high school,” you said. You’d carried your paperback copy of To Kill A Mockingbirduntil the cover nearly disintegrated. It had been tucked into the inner pocket of your navy-blue Jansport backpack but word had gotten around.

“If you don’t like it, I won’t,” Joel said.

“It’s okay. It’s just a blast from the past, you know? Like this whole thing really,” you said. You paused and both of you looked around the room, filled with people you’d seen every day, but never in a setting like this, the hotel ballroom much more nondescript than the gaily decorated lockers that lined the high school hallways, hand-lettered posters plastered in the cafeteria. Everyone was all dressed up in a sort of uniform, Joel like the rest of the men in a nice button-down and chinos, you wearing a cocktail dress that was a little too tight for anything work-related, your heels a little too high, designed to make your legs and ass look as close to amazing as you could manage north of thirty-five, plus or minus Pilates and/or running 5Ks. In your case, definitely minus both Pilates and 5Ks. Joel did not seem to mind, based on the frankly appreciative glances you kept catching.

“My turn—graduated, went to college up north, worked on a couple papers before I ended up back here. I’m trying to make a go of the whole journalism thing but I’m going to take some education classes, hedge my bets. Maybe I’ll end up back at our old school, teaching English in Mr. Pascal’s old room and being the faculty advisor for the drama club,” you said, running through the last twenty years and where you’d gotten to: back in Texas, not sure of yourself. Tonight, you were back in high school but now there was Joel, looking at you like you’d been away too long. Like he knew who you were then and he recognized you now and if anything, he was more interested, where interested was a good enough word for a journalist to use when a man looked at her like Joel was looking at you.

“Not the advisor for the Herald?” Joel said. “I remember the drama kids being a hot mess most of the time.”

“If I end up back there, advising the Herald will be salt in the wound,” you said.

“Maybe not,” Joel said. “You’d be an amazing teacher and faculty advisor, I know it. And hey, I heard a piece on NPR when I was drivin’ the girls to school the other day and they couldn’t stop arguin’ about what station they wanted to listen to, so I pulled the dad card and picked, and they, the NPR folks, were talking about how lots of people want to support local news these days. Have some faith in yourself—”

“You don’t have to say that,” you replied. “No one comes to their high school reunion to give an old classmate a pep talk.”

“I came hoping to see my high school crush,” Joel said. “Hoping not to make a fool of myself. Hoping you would show up. That you wouldn’t be married or seeing someone…”

Here, he paused, shrugged, and you remembered you hadn’t said yet what your relationship status was.

“I’m single. Totally. Very single,” you said in a rush.

“That’s a fuckin’ relief, Scout,” Joel said. “Maybe now we can have that dance?”

“Sure,” you said, reaching over to pick up your drink and toss it back. Liquid courage and all that. Joel put his hand on your wrist, lightly enough though it stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Don’t. Don’t want you too tipsy,” he said, his voice soft, maybe the voice he used with his younger daughter if she was having a hard time settling down. “I want you to be able to say yes and mean it.”

Okay, that was not the dad-voice.

You left the drink untouched.

“Never would’ve believed this, back in the day,” Joel murmured. The DJ had switched over to what seemed like an endless medley of the popular slow dances of their high school era and every couple on the floor had reverted to the most basic sway, except for Maria Gonzalez, who was executing what looked like a professional tango with some guy whose name you couldn’t remember who’d been on the basketball team. You’d spent exactly one second trying to remember and then focused on how it felt to have Joel’s hands at your waist, his cheek grazing your temple. He was holding you close, so you could tell he smelled like cedar and leather, like he’d put on an actual cologne to get ready, but just enough. He’d been careful.

“Me neither,” you replied. “I never thought you thought about me like that.”

“Like this,” Joel corrected. Somehow, he brought you closer, his hips pressed snug against yours. “I thought for sure you knew. It wasn’t like I was real subtle—”

“What d’you mean?” you said.

“You serious, Scout? I caught so much flak for watchin’ you instead of the board, I was always hangin’ around your class or your locker. I sent you those pink carnations for Valentine’s Day senior year,” Joel said.

“Those were from a secret admirer,” you protested. “It was signed in block print. You literally wrote ‘from your secret admirer’ without a single hint or clue about how it was you. I thought my mom felt bad and had one of my friends buy them for me.”

“I figured you’d know it was me,” he said.

“How? Telepathy?” you said. Joel laughed and his hands tightened on your waist.

“Okay, maybe that one was on me. I liked you so goddamn much, I wanted you so bad, I thought you’d feel it,” Joel said. You both swayed together for a moment and you rested your cheek on his shoulder. You could feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt, wished you were rubbing your cheek against his bare chest. Finding out what made him moan your name.

“This all right? Not too much?” he asked.

“Is it past tense? Liking me, wanting me?”

“No. It’s so present tense I’m in danger of embarrassin’ myself,” Joel replied.

You took one hand from the back of his neck and cupped his cheek, pressing a little to incline his head towards yours. You looked into his dark eyes and then, almost exaggerating, down at his lips. His left hand slipped down to your hip and then briefly touched your ass.

“That makes two of us, I guess,” you said.

“Not possible, darlin’,” he said, his voice, the endearment tender where his body was hard, demanding. He shifted so you’d feel his erection against your thigh, his arousal undeniable.

“This isn’t just messing around,” he said. “This isn’t just tonight, for me. If that’s all you want, I understand, but I can’t—”

“It’s not all I want. Tonight. It’s more than I thought could ever happen,” you paused, arched your back to get even closer to him, “but it’s not more than I want. You didn’t ask me why I came tonight—”

“Why did you?”

“Because someone said Miller was coming. Probably. Maybe. There was a chance you’d show up,” you said. “I bought this dress, these heels thinking you might show up and you’d see me across the room and smile. Maybe lift your beer up in sort-of a toast, like, lookin’ good, and then you’d go back to talking to your friends.”

“I really should have signed that Valentine’s Day card,” Joel said. “If that’s all you thought might happen.”

“Well, it’s all I expected was possible,” you said. “I hoped—”

You broke off then, because it was a lot to confess and also, Joel was now stroking the curve of your hip with his thumb and letting his lips touch your temple, the shell of your ear in what was basically a kiss and then definitely a kiss when you felt the tip of his tongue on your ear and gasped.

“What’d you hope for, Scout?” he said.

“That you’d be good with your hands. Able to help me with my zipper. It was tough to reach to get zipped up and I think it’d be a little tricky to get this dress off,” you said. He made a low sound in the back of his throat and thank God he’d somehow guided the pair of you over to a shadowy corner of the dance floor because you were in serious danger of someone yelling out Get a room already!

“I hoped you’d like black lace,” you said.

@tinytinymenace @goodwithcheese @tessa-quayle @sheepdogchick3 since there was perhaps some interest in more of this drabble, I (ahem) elaborated.

#tlou fanfic #joel miller #alternate universe #no apocalypse #high school reunion AU #joel/you #dad!joel miller #rom-com vibes #not the 10K words requested but an expansion pack #gets a little spicy

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heavencasteel420 · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday

Featuring: Jonathan and the mortifying ordeal of enjoying your Baby Boomer parents’ music!

From Tonight, Tonight, The Highway’s Bright:

“What’s on this?” the front-desk lady asked, frowning at the cassette tape. “You know we listen to these backwards, too.”

She squinted up at Jonathan, who was suddenly very aware of the hollows under his eyes and the cooking-oil smell that he felt sure still clung to his hair. He’d made an effort, washing his face and hands in the bathroom at Drummond’s and swapping his T-shirt for a navy sweater with yellow stripes, but there’d been no time to go back to the apartment and shower, let alone take a nap. Another old-house nightmare had broken up his sleep last night.

“It’s folk, mostly,” he said, attempting to sound meek instead of annoyed. He had long shifts and bad dreams; that didn’t mean that he was trying to send Satanic messages to his sick mother. “It’s nice. Soothing.”

He’d listened to the tape himself on the drive down to Pennhurst. It was full of stuff from the sixties: Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel, Joan Baez, Tom Paxton, Peter Sarstedt, the Everly Brothers after they’d started making weird concept albums instead of chipper malt-shop pop. It wasn’t his usual style at all. He preferred more concise lyrics, and all the acoustic strumming just made him sleepy. Yet listening to “Farewell, Angelina” and “Shady Grove” while surrounded by the ghosts of Mom’s Camels had an almost hypnotizing effect, making the worries of the day seem less sharp and pressing. Maybe the tape would do the same for her.

The front-desk lady—Dolores, according to her badge—didn’t respond, just turned the tape over in her thin, knobby hands. It occurred to him that Joan Baez might be as offensive to her as Iron Maiden or the Sex Pistols. She was the right age to have been scandalized by Elvis (or, he thought uncharitably, Scott Joplin). He wondered if she (or the mysterious “we” she’d mentioned) would deem the lyrics too disturbing for a schizophrenic person. He thought of the pirates in “Farewell, Angelina,” shooting tin cans with a sawed-off shotgun while the neighbors cheered and clapped. He loved those lyrics; they reminded him of the people of Hawkins, cheerfully turning out for the spectacle of his family’s destruction. Joan Baez—or, rather, Bob Dylan, who’d written the song—had probably had something completely different in mind, but he didn’t care. He’d take vindication where he could find it.

From Tomorrow’s a Long Way Off (warning for allusions to domestic violence, plus Lonnie saying a bunch of gross inappropriate sexist shit, including about Joyce, below the cut):

“You gotta let these girls know where things stand, right at the start,” Lonnie said, turning the key in the ignition. The stereo started playing The Rolling Stones. “You can’t let them walk all over you. Give an inch, and they’ll take a mile.”

Yeah, thought Jonathan, they might start thinking that you shouldn’t call them crazy bitches and throw things at them.

“Mind if I turn this up?” he asked, gesturing at the stereo. “I like this song.”

“Sure,” Lonnie said. He pulled out of the parking space and started down Main Street. “What was that one you liked when you were little? You used to kind of bob up and down to it. God, you were funny.”

“Street Fighting Man,” said Jonathan.

Despite himself, he smiled. He could remember crouching in front of the record player on the shag carpet, trying to get closer to the music and its strange, rollicking beat. Lonnie saying hey, Joyce, the kid’s got taste. His mom beaming, hugely pregnant with Will and wearing some long hippie dress with orange flowers.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Lonnie was also smiling. It made him look older, nicer. Then he sighed. “It was easier when I was a kid, you know. Even girls thought women’s lib was a joke. Course, they still wanted their own way, but…”

He trailed off and drummed on the steering wheel. But you’ll never break, never break, never break, went the stereo. Jonathan stayed quiet.

“Well, I don’t know,” Lonnie continued. “I guess we got nothing to complain about. Back then, good girls didn’t give it up. Hell, most bad girls didn’t go all the way. Hey, you wanna know which one your mom was?”

Jonathan’s mouth went dry.

“No,” he snapped. “Why would I want to know that?”

Lonnie just laughed.

“Lighten up, kid. It was just a joke.”

Jonathan didn’t reply. Joke or not, it had been a gross thing to say. He looked out the window, watching the buildings get sparser. They were almost at the edge of town.

“You don’t know how good you have it,” Lonnie continued, apparently unbothered. “None of it means anything now.”

#wip wednesdays #tonight tonight the highway's bright #tomorrow’s a long way off #jonathan byers

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unkwn0s · 4 months ago

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Rebirth of a Star General: 2nd reading.

Hii, i'm back with more chapters. i've realized i'm mostly saving the quoted i like to comeback later when the drama airs. (Btw i'm sad they still haven't released a trailer, it's been months since they wrapped filming).

Chapter 161-180. Jealousy. Rundu Battle.

Quote Chapter 161: "Regrets in life are often more numerous than fulfillments."

Quote Chapter 161: “The returning person still thinks of home, how can I console my loneliness now… Thinking of your thin clothing in bitter cold, riding a thin horse under the waning moon… Knowing that life requires farewells, but fearing the fleeting years. Facing each other with cold lamps, when will I hear the sound of night rain…” .

Jiyang arc done, like i said its very importang to He Yan and Xiao Jue's relationship but also the princess Hongjin and Liu Buwang story is so sad.

Chapter 162: He Yan asking Xiao Jue if he saved her from the water but thinking the mouth to mouth was a dream and him nervous about it. YEAH.

Also Xiao Jue completely shutting off Shen Muxue and she couldnt get the hint like GIRL?

Quote Chapter 163: "During their time in Jiyang, the two of them often ate together at the same table, and it had become a habit. He Yan subconsciously handed him a pair of chopsticks, and she took a pair for herself." HOW DOMESTIC

Quote Chapter 163: "Being the son of a wealthy family indeed meant having high standards. He described this delicately fragrant scent as too strong. He Yan asked, “It’s a heartfelt gift, isn’t it a pity not to use it?”

“If you like it, take it,” Xiao Jue replied impatiently." JDKFKDKDKDF HE WAS KEEPING IT FOR HER HE IS SO ANNOYING

Quote Chapter 163: “Do you… also think that scars on a woman’s body are shameful and a weakness that shouldn’t be talked about?”

"The young man’s voice was calm, “Just a scar, everyone has them. You don’t need to be nervous or care about it. If it can be treated, treat it. If not, forget about it. You don’t need to be so hard on yourself.”

Chapter 164: JEALOUS HE YAN OMGGGG

Quote Chapte 165: " As she was about to leave, Xiao Jue asked, “Are you busy?”

“Fourth Young Master Chu asked me to go to him tonight, saying that he has something very important to tell me,” He Yan said, “The time should be about now.”

The young commander, under the lamplight, had a stunningly beautiful face, with a loose inner garment, and his skin was like jade. However, his eyes were as sharp as a frozen pond, giving people an intimidating feeling. His voice was calm, with a faint, almost imperceptible anger.

"You are not allowed to go". @&$*#(#,%($*$*$*$* OH HUAIJIN

Quote Chapter 166: “For Xiao Huaijin, the more nervous he is, the more it proves one thing.”

“He treats He Yan differently.”

The lamp on the table gently swayed, and along with his voice, it disappeared into the shadows.

“She will become Xiao Huaijin’s weakness.”

its so hilarious how xiao jue is in denial, he yan is clueless, lin shuanghe is fighting for his ship and chu zhao is one scheming f*cker, he got the emperor do give her a title without consulting her first and xj hated it so bad lol.

Quote Chapter 166: “I probably understand what you mean. But matters of the heart, how can we mix deception into them? I like someone, whether I express it openly or keep it in my heart forever, I want it to be straightforward. If I have to use cunning to test and speculate, wouldn’t that be tiring? Even if I obtain such a relationship, it’s not what I want in my heart. Haven’t you heard a saying? Using lies to verify lies will only result in another lie. In the end, I won’t know what’s true and what’s false.” love love love how he yan isnt petty even when she is jealous, she is such a pure soul.

Quote Chapter 166: “I originally planned to request the title for her as a woman after returning to the capital,” Xiao Jue said indifferently. “Chu Zilan took the initiative, seemingly helping He Yan, but in reality, he planted a hidden danger.” OMG YOU KNOW HE IS MAD AS FUCK RN.

Quote Chapter 168: "He Yan saw the young man in front of him walk towards her, bending down to look at her. His eyebrows and eyes were extremely beautiful, and he came very close. However, inexplicably, He Yan felt a bit scared. The man’s voice was calm as he spoke, “Do you like it so much, even if it hurts, you still have to persist?”

He Yan widened her eyes slightly.

What does he… mean by that?

He stared at her in silence, his eyes like the night in the city, deep and shallow, clear and light." JDJFKDKD HE IS JEALOUS AGAIN AND MISUNDERSTANDING MY GOD

Quote Chapter 168: "Carefully, He Yan said, “Can’t you say what you have to say in front of me? I promise not to repeat it.”

If Xiao Jue couldn’t control himself from getting violent, she could help intervene. " DAWGG

Quote Chapter 168 (THEY BETTER NOT CUT THIS FROM THE DRAMA)

"Chu Zhao’s gentle smile gradually faded. After a while, he slowly spoke, “Commander Xiao seems to be possessive.” At these words, Xiao Jue actually laughed. His expression was lazy, and in his dark eyes, there was a sharpness like lightning. Indifferently, he said, “Does Fourth Young Master Chu admit to having intentions to snatch her away?”

“Why use the word ‘snatch’?” The softness in Chu Zhao’s gaze disappeared for the first time, revealing a beast with bared fangs, cold and fierce. “She is your subordinate, not your woman.”

“At least,” the young commander smirked, “she is ‘mine.'” &#*$,#(@(#*#*#(#*#,#,$ OMG

Quote achapter 169: “But now was different from many years ago. She was no longer confused, no longer at a loss. She knew the direction she was heading, confident in every decision she made. Like this, she walked forward without regrets." YAN YAN YOU SRE THE COOLEST.

Quote Chapter 174: "A jade figure dances lightly in the snow, and the flying phoenix startles the clouds as it freely soars,” the black-clad person said, tilting their head while looking at him. “I thought my name was known to everyone in the world.”

In the next chapters we are reminded again of how cruelty, war and men walk hands in hands together. I wonder how this will be approached in the drama.

Quote Chapter 178:

“Those who wield swords should understand where the blade points—to the enemy in front of them or the weak behind them.”

“You shouldn’t draw your sword against the weak.”

He Yan raised her eyes abruptly."

He Yan finally discovers the one teaching her swordmanship was Xiao Jue after he heard her say the "you wouldnt draw your sword against the weak". They were always birds of a feather.

#legend of the female general #cdrama #rebirth of a star general #cheng lei #zhou ye #chinese drama #novel

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redamity · 1 year ago

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Unknown Princess, how you slumber, in a world of lies and dreams. Your perfectly crafted world that falls apart behind the scenes. Like a family shattering.

Guy on the right is my humble interpretation of the father for this fic. They have no first name btw, they’re just “Uchino” for this fic.

Tonight, Musume slept. Soundly. Softly. Early.

It’s been a few days now, and she’s still only got the white dress she came to the door with. Not that Cube had any more clothes than her, though, though Musume at least had other clothes back at home. It’s not like he can easily get them, anyway. The way back won’t be so easily accessible. Possibly for years.

If you asked them last week, Uchino probably would’ve joked about how they wouldn’t even think of their past exploits coming back to haunt them, literally. Why them? Why now? There had to have been better options. Well, they can’t turn them away at this point. Those two are only children, and even if it makes Uchino upset, sending the two to death sounds even worse.

“Ah.. it’s pretty hot here, isn’t it?” Cube mused, fanning himself as he strolls over to the exhausted Uchino. “It’s a very good thing that the young mistress can keep cool, though I fear she might need something more than her bed clothes.”

Why was he up so late? Nevermind. It makes perfect sense. Though Uchino wasn’t too happy about it. Last thing they need is some kid keeping them up at night. “Uh-huh. If you say so. Don’t you have something else for the two of you? Neither of you seem to wear comfortable-looking clothes.” Uchino asked, taking a sip of a cup of water.

“Yes, of course, however, coming to this world was a last-minute decision. The mistress herself didn’t know it.” Cube explained, sitting himself in a chair. “Worry less about me, Master, but Lady Musume mustn’t freeze this winter. Or at the very least, she can’t only wear her uniform.”

It was a bit late to correct him, so Uchino doesn’t. “Yeah yeah, whatever the tiny demon tells me.” They murmured to themselves, with a heavy sigh. “I’ll see what I can do, but keep in mind, I’m a busy person. Besides, shouldn’t it be your job, oh so smart and persistent butler?”

Why would he go outside? That seems like a big risk. Maybe if he had something like a big hat or the like. “… So the cover story is that we’re twins.” He asked, changing course. “I’m not sure how believable that sounds. Really, any story would’ve been better. I’m not sure why you even insist on me being a family member.”

Hasn’t it been two days already? Why is he asking now? Uchino decides they’re done with their water for now. “What else are you two gonna be? I told you, I’m not in need of a butler. If you’re so worried about her, you can go to school with her. For now, go to bed. You still have school tomorrow.”

Uchino got up and left, presumably to their own room, leaving Cube to sit alone at the table. It was a good time to contemplate on the plan again. He hasn’t even told Uchino what had fully happened, has he? Maybe he should, but not right now. There will come a day where he will need to, he knows that much.

Roughly two hours before Musume woke up, Uchino had awoken. If they went to get started now, they might finish before tomorrow! A rarity when you have little free time! And if they wake up now, that’s probably going to be 3 hours of sleep! Just enough.

Unfortunately, right before making it to the door, Uchino tripped on the dog sleeping on their floor, causing them to fall on the ground. “Kh! That hurt, that hurt…” They wince, as they force themselves up. Wait, when did they get a dog?

Just as Uchino tripped and fell, the dog let out a yipe, as if in shock. Quickly, it poofed into thin air, and in its place was not any dog, but Cube (who looked startled.) “Apologies, I’ll try not to get in the way next time.” He managed to say, though his voice was less calm than usual.

“You never told me you were some dog beast…” Uchino comments. Now they’re even more suspicious of the whole thing.

“It’s not something I expected to come up, Master.” Cube said, with a light shrug, though that was a bit difficult given the fact he was still hurt from essentially being tripped over.

“I told you. It’s ‘Father’.” Uchino corrected.

The air got increasingly awkward, both parties just looking at each other. Not to say it wasn’t already awkward before. Perhaps the only way it could get worse is if Musume woke up right now.

“… …” Cube said nothing, holding his stare.

“… …” Uchino said nothing, in disbelief. “… I’m… going to buy stuff at the Craft Store.” They said, pointing at the door.

“… … Have a safe trip, Father.” Cube recited.

So, at the very least, Cube was also a dog. That would’ve been convenient to know, Uchino thinks, as they walked downtown. Though, it isn't as if that would change anything. It doesn’t sit right with them to have essentially a person on a leash. Not for a child like Cube, anyway.

Was Musume also a dog? Is she a cat? They can’t dwell on that too long…

A few hours later, Musume checked the pin in her mirror. All set, perfectly adjusted. Though, as she stumbled to get to the door, she caught a glimpse of her father, seemingly at work, making something.

“Hey, Dad, what’s that? What’s there?” She asked, not even at the door.

Uchino paused. They expected to be done with it already, but they’ve only just now almost finished Musume’s. “I’m making you and your brother more clothes to wear. He’s outside, by the way.” They respond, resuming. The bright colors seemed tacky, but the designs were crafted with love.

“Okay… Well, I’m going now!” Musume waved, heading outside, swinging the door open, and met up with her brother. Why was he ready before her? She didn’t sleep that much, did she?!

She didn’t oversleep at all. The truth was, Cube never went back to sleep. Kind of hard to sleep when your body aches. He didn’t tell her that though. The less she knows, the better.

As the two of them walked to school, Musume thought about everything again. Her head is still so foggy. And she can hardly think right. Today, in fact, it was raining, and it felt as if she’s never felt water in her life.

Well, it was a light drizzle. Just the faintest of water hitting the top of her head. And yet, it still made her feel… What's the word, hydrated? Like a newborn baby experiencing everything for the first time. She could even see the faintest hint of a rainbow, catching her eye.

Unfortunately, school itself was not too interesting. Actually, today they had Physical Education. Something that neither of the siblings really had a good grasp of. For example, their warm up jog had the two of them end up taking a whole extra minute to complete, unlike the red haired kid who ran so fast, it felt like they left fire in their wake.

“That kid’s so cool… Do you think he’ll tell me how he ran so fast?” Musume asked Emily as they took a break. “It looked like the wind propelled him, and he looked like he wasn’t even tired…”

Emily looked with confusion. “He? Oh, you just mean Kobayakawa-San. She looks kind of boyish, but she’s known here for being the best runner of the entire elementary school, even for being a girl.” She told her, with a laugh. “Ahh, but she’s quite hard to get along with. She’s kind of… quirky.”

Soon after, it was time for Lunch, and while Emily and the others left to eat, Musume took the time to look throughout the building. It’s apparently pretty lenient on what kids are allowed to do during free periods. Huh.

Musume looked at the lineup of clubs along the walls. Bright advertisements for all sorts of things. Rhythmic Gymnastics, Computer, Drama… Her eyes lit up at all of the options, though they all had “Middle School” on it.

“What a let down..” She whined. “I wanted to join the drama club!”

For the brief period that was a valuable break (usually used to eat food), using it just to learn there’s nothing for her was a bit of a let down. As she turned to head back to class before it started, the red haired girl from PE came running, with an “‘Ello, Uchino-San!”

Startled, Musume stepped back, almost hitting the wall embarrassingly. “H-hello, good mor- afternoon.” She replied, waving. “What’s your.. name? Wait! You’re.. you’re the girl.. aren’t you Kobayakawa-San?” She stared at the girl for a moment.

“Yup! Kobayakawa Michiru!” She introduced, pointing at herself, and then at the posters. “You’re looking at the older kids’ clubs? They decided to let them hang the posters here since last year! Have you looked into our clubs yet? Any favorites?”

Musume looked at her hands, not knowing what to answer with. “Our… clubs… I didn’t..” She mumbled. “No, I don’t have a favorite. I don’t think I’ll join one.”

Michiru looked up, seeming thoughtful. “Hm~m. Well, there’s only four. Choir, Math, Newspaper, and Track/Field. You should try the Track and Field club!” She decides.

Track and Field?

“I’m not really athletic..” Musume says, sheepishly. “Or at least, I can’t run a lot like I think that club would want me to.”

“If you’re not athletic now, we’ll just help you!” Michiru assures, with a thumbs up. “Well, actually, we kind of need more members or we might get shut down. I’m not sure he wants to do another year, so it’d be nice to have someone cool with me this time!”

Musume didn’t really want to do track, but she also didn’t want to let Michiru down. “Who’s… ah…so you… hm… if it’s that serious… maybe I should..”

Worried, Michiru tried to change the mood. “Wait, it’s not that serious! If the club shuts down, I can always play ball out of school! Don’t feel pressured, join whatever sounds the most fun, okay, Musume? You’d be missing out if you don’t do anything at all!”

She’s using her first name? Already?

Whatever that was, Michiru ran away, and Musume had the whole next class period to think about it.

Well, a club would be two hours, around the same time as her job. So… it should be fine, right? A fun club… but, there were also three others.

She continued to walk throughout the building, blissfully unaware of the bell ringing, and consequently, not being present.

…

The openness of the school, how expansive and lively it was. The accessibility gained from a period of freedom. The chatter of people amongst themselves about the monotonous, the meaningless, at least for Cube.

It was only the second day, and the observations made were… interesting to say the least. No, he needs to stop treating school like some sort of job, or some sort of study, or whatever. It’s school. It’s education. If he was a human, then he would’ve been here already.

Well, he’s not human. Whatever he’s being taught here, he has a grasp of it already. Even if he was human and meant to be here, it’d be more beneficial for him to be working rather than the young princess.

No, she’s not a princess yet, she’s just a little girl, but even still, it shouldn’t have to be Musume working. How anxious he was about her, even if they’re in the same building. For that he is grateful for, but she’s out of sight for now…

Why is she not here yet? It’s class time, and they share the same class. She has to be here. Musume’s late. What if someone took her?! In school? How low. Where is she?! Even as he looks at the ring, it’s staring completely at nothing, the ceiling perhaps. Is she moving? Is she knocked out?! Is she dead?!?

He couldn’t help but continuously look at the all-seeing ring, unable to continuously worry about Musume. After all, that’s basically the only reason he’s here. He’s weird and incredibly inhuman, and the uniform is actively driving him mad.

He could hardly focus on school, his worries regarding young Musume were boiling over. He needed to know she was safe, even as his eyes were fixated on the small jewel that he knew was with Musume.

But Cube couldn’t help but think; There’s somebody here. Someone not meant to BE here, and they’re watching him. Who’s there? What’s going on?!

Looking behind, Cube sees no eyes. Then on his right, no eyes. Left, no eyes. Is he paranoid? Insane? No, is it?!

This paranoia is driving him mad.

“Leave me alone!” Cube suddenly called out, slamming his head against the desk with his own hands. The shock from the impact made him dizzy, but for a moment, he was clear minded.

No, he still has to worry! He can’t let his guard down, what if there’s someone from the other world, heavens forbid, an assassin? No, they wouldn’t send an assassin so soon. If they would’ve wanted her gone, they would have done so yesterday. Besides, they shouldn’t even have access to this world!

Who’s watching him! No, who’s stalking them! All these fears boiled up, driving the young boy mad, fiercely clenching handfuls of hair, trying not to make an outburst.

Too bad it kind of made him look like a weirdo to everyone else.

…

How long has it been?! Musume snapped out of her stare. “Ah! Class?! Did it ring? Everyone- ah!”

Musume scrambled to her own classroom, profusely apologizing as she got to the class. “Ah! Sorry, sorry sorry sorry!”

Ms. Miyoshi looked a bit upset with her, but only through her gaze. She continued teaching as planned.

However, more importantly, Cube’s eyes lit up when seeing Musume. She’s safe, he can stop worrying. It’s all fine… for now, anyway. Perhaps next time this happens, he may have to stick to her. He can’t afford to have Musume go missing. Not even if there’s no threat.

Soon enough, it was the end of class, and all of the kids began to leave, save for the two siblings.

“Uchino-Kun, do you have a preferred Club?” Ms. Miyoshi asked, putting a paper on his desk. “You can choose to go without, however it’s recommended-“

Cube quickly pushed it back to her. “No, I’ll be fine without a club this year.” He responds. “I thank you for the offer, but I cannot join a club due to circumstances beyond my control. I hope you under-“

He paused, noticing Ms. Miyoshi’s face was that of bewilderment. “Yes? Am I… am I saying something offensive?” He asked, worried.

“No, It's quite the opposite.” Ms. Miyoshi explained, taking the paper back. “For a young boy, you talk in such a polite way…” She sighs, clearly wondering what was going on. Between his minor outburst earlier, and now, this kid seemed abnormal. “No matter. I’ll hand this to your sister.”

She walked over to Musume, who was still thinking about the poster, though as she saw the teacher walk up to her, she tried to appear focused, or at least not ditzy.

“Uchino-San, have you decided which club you’ll pick?”

Ms. Miyoshi hovered over Musume’s desk, handing her the paper that she gave to Cube earlier. “You can choose to go without, however it’s recommended that you choose at least one.”

Musume put her hand on the paper, but then recalled Michiru’s offhand comment. Could it really be shut down? With a sigh, she decided her fate. “I’d like to join track and field, teacher.” She finalizes.

“Oh, Track and Field. I’m sure Kobayakawa-San will be enthusiastic. She’s been part of that club since she started here.” Ms. Miyoshi mused, as Michiru scrambled over to Musume’s desk excitedly.

“Musume! You decided to join! We’re going to have a ton of fun, alright? I promise that!” Michiru exclaims, practically dragging Musume from her desk to the open field where they had Physical Education earlier.

Ms. Miyoshi turned to Cube, as well. “Uchino-Kun, what about you? You already told me you wouldn’t be joining any particular Club, so you should be getting up now”

He did?!

“Ah, yes, that is what I said” He stammered for a moment, then he tried to calm himself. “… thank you for informing me, I’ll be on my way. Have a wonderful afternoon, Ms. Miyoshi.”

Two hours without Lady Musume… he could do that. He knows where she is, this time at least. If somethings wrong, he’ll still be around to go save her. After all, he can see everything through the ring.

Still, he can’t be too sure. If something did happen, he’d never forgive himself.

…..

At the field were some other kids, Yamada-San, Takahashi-Kun, and so on. The names of the kids Musume didn’t really know, but it seemed Michiru knew them well. “Al-RIGHT!” She cheers. “For this year, I want every one of us to have waaay better health! We’ll walk out as better versions of ourselves!”

All the kids seemed to take it well, beginning to run laps, but Musume simply stared in fear and disbelief. Was she going to? Probably. She had to.

Her little jelly legs wobbled across the field, as she stumbled like a fool. A fool! Even as Michiru was shouting “Don’t give up yet, Musume!”, it was really hard to continue.

Sweaty, sweaty, SWEATY…

She kept at it, tripping, stumbling, and even thinking of crying. Michiru’s encouragement did not help, but Musume couldn't stop. She wouldn’t stop. She signed up for the club, after all. And Michiru thought she was neat, so she has to be neat!

5:00 pm hit, and Michiru called for attention again. “O-K! Today, we’re finished! We had a good run today. Well, see everyone on Friday!” She says, as everyone starts to disperse.

Musume, too, decided it was time to go, but firstly, she went to Michiru to talk. “Kobayakawa-San?” She tapped, wanting her attention. “Why are you so casual during the meeting?”

Taking a sip from her bottle of water, Michiru laughed at Musume’s question. “Ah, are we not supposed to be happy when working out? A good mood is a good session! That’s rule number 5 of Phys. Ed, Musume!” She answers. “The most important rule of all!”

“Haha…” Musume giggled under her breath. “If that’s what you say. Okay, I’ll see you Friday, Kobayakawa-San.” She gives a wave, starting to walk home, but stopping. She reached her hand around to grasp something, but nothing was there.

“Ah… Kobayakawa-San, can you walk me home?” She asked, motioning for Michiru to come over. “You don’t have to, I just want… ah….” She mumbled.

Michiru takes her hand with a smile. “I don’t mind at all! Hm.. I wonder if— ah, nah! I think he’ll be fine. I don’t have to baby him even after all this time!”

Musume wondered who she was even talking about. A friend, maybe? “Kobayakawa-San, who are you babying?” She asked, as they began to walk.

“Ahh, don’t worry about it! Just someone I know, that’s all. He’s probably fine on his own, we’re not 5 anymore.” Michiru reassured, with a laugh. “If he needed my help, I would’ve got him already!”

Across the bridge, the two girls giggled and chattered about the going on of their lives, or at least Michiru did. Musume awkwardly gave a “Is that so?” here and a “Really?” there.

“Well, actually.” Michiru paused her current story about last summer. “Come to think of it… you just moved here, you and that other kid, Square or something or other… he looks so foreign! What’s with his hair? He looks way too stuffy!”

.. stuffy? What does that even mean?

Musume kept walking, keeping her mouth shut. She didn’t really like being questioned about things like that, she didn’t have a good answer. That’s just the way it is. That’s her brother. He looks normal.

“I think we’re almost there. My home’s just beyond these bunch of trees. I’ll see you tomorrow, Kobayakawa-San.” Musume waves, as the two part ways. She was grateful that the conversation could end early. Otherwise she might be asked more stuff like that.

As Musume arrived at her home, there were two wrapped presents on the table, along with a notecard. Actually, Cube was also there, drinking something (which turned out to be some Tea made prior to Musume’s arrival.) “Welcome home, how was your club meeting?” He asked, setting down his cup.

“It was fine.. Hey, What’s the stuff on the table for?” Musume asked, picking up the notecard to read aloud. “… ‘Musume, Son, The clothes… in the presents… are yours.’… Ah, so this means new clothing!” She puts down the note, and instantly gets to unwrapping.

“Wait, don’t be so—! and there she goes… You’re so eager, Musume...” Cube sighed, opening the other present. Of course, as promised, was clothing. Matching plain pajamas, another set of uniforms, and more uniquely, two quite different sets of clothing.

Musume was excited to see hers, green with bows! It was so cute! She held it against herself for comparison, spun around, and laughed. “This is so…! Bright. Actually, it’s really bright. I love how cute it is!”

“… …” Cube’s enthusiasm was not nearly as much as Musume’s, upon seeing his own clothes. But, it was fine. He’ll fix it on his own time. “Interesting design philosophy.” He notes with a forced smile. “Well, this seems comfortable. I’ll have to try it tomorrow, though. What do you want for dinner?”

“I could go for chicken soup!” Musume chirped happily.

#princess maker #princess maker 5 #fanfiction #Pm5fic: Sorry for Running Away

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bestcurse · 9 months ago

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doesn't fail him that maybe they shouldn't be acting this way with one another, how many unspoken boundaries they were currently crossing. but even with that thought rattling around in the back of his mind, miller clearly can't bring himself to care, at least not in the way he should. he wonders if the regret will trickle in later, once they've parted— if he'll overthink everything he's said tonight, if his own chagrin will catch up to him, once he returns to the life he now lives separately from her, to his girlfriend who wouldn't be happy, if she knew about any of this. but she makes it so easy to forget about it all— all the consequences that very well may catch up to him, once he departs from the security of the bubble they currently occupy. none of that seems to matter to him, when he can still pull that kind of reaction from her, eyes gleaming bright with a mixture of amusement and adoration, as he takes in her crimson stained cheeks, in the way she peers at him through slightly parted fingertips. he becomes certain, then, based on the way his heart skips a beat, frame flooding with warmth, that the reverence he feels towards her won't ever fade. " hey, i did pretend i never saw it! " he argues with a boisterous laugh, entire frame now alive with merriment. “ just, you know… up until this point, ” and although his laugher is a lot more diluted this time, it’s still present in his mannerisms, that happiness— the kind that’s always come for him, whenever he’s in her presence, whenever their eyes meet or their hands touch. everything aches so badly to reach out again, to have contact with her in some form, but he holds back, eyes widening at her next revelation, at the casualness of it. “ right, yeah… i think that rings a bell, ” and although he’s trying his best to act nonchalant about it, he can’t help the small smile that tugs at his lips at the memory, even if the aftermath had gone horribly wrong, tilting his head to the side, bottle pressed to his lips for another swig, as if to hide it from her. they probably shouldn’t be talking like this, he reminds himself, and yet his next question falls with just as much as ease. “ that’s not really true though, right? like you're just saying that, " for what reason, he wasn't sure, but it seemed more believable to him, somehow. the more he thinks about it, the more intrusive he realises that inquiry is, eyes widening as he shakes his head. " fuck, you don't have to answer that. we probably— shit, i mean, we probably shouldn't even be talking about this, " he laughs, albeit more nervously, now. still, that doesn't stop him from nodding at her next words, countenance softening just as hers does, memories flooding to the forefront of his mind. " but yeah, you're right. sometimes it was like you knew what i was thinking even before i knew myself. " and it's a sad smile, then, as he reminiscences, as one specific event comes to mind— the night she told him to go, to chase what he'd only ever considered a far off dream, before he'd even realised that he wanted to. breath hitches in his throat as she inches closer, uttering something that was just for the two of them, gaze tracing her features, trying to read her, as she does. and it's instantaneous the way his knee stops bouncing, or how his hands instantly moves to clasp over her own, as if he's never gotten rid of that habit, like he's carried it around with him, for all this time. " is any of it real, with him? " clearly has enough liquid courage to voice the question, or perhaps he just hopes neither will remember this distinctly tomorrow morning. " you're... you're the only person i talk to like this, " he admits, thumb now tracing along her knuckles, head downcast to watch it traverse across her skin. he definitely shouldn't be doing this, any of it, and yet: " sometimes i don't know where i stand or where my place is... it isn't clear, not like it always was with you. "

devon doesn’t think this ache to be close to him, to be touching him in some way might ever fully dissipate, no matter how much time passes. it’s embedded within her, present even when he’s much farther away and all she has is the sound of his voice emanating from her phone speaker, his blurry image plastered across the screen. yet, part of her still thinks that maybe they could’ve done it, that they could have stayed together but lived in two separate places, regardless of the difficulty, the distance. and she regrets not pushing for it further, for turning down the idea— but maybe that was for the best, after all, considering all he’s done, without her. there really was no telling how any of it might have turned out if it was different, now stuck relentlessly aching for what could’ve been, instead. and now they had to face the reality of the situation, face that she couldn’t reach out and touch him, couldn’t intertwine their fingers together, or settle across his lap like she once might, uncaring of who was watching or what they might think. no, she had to settle for longing glances at his lips and brief touches that only friends might share. but there’s nothing friendly about the way his cheeks flush, now, how her own quickly follow suit with his rebuttal. hands immediately cover her face out of embarrassment, laughing nervously through the cracks between her fingers. “ fuck, you were supposed to pretend you never saw that— it’s so embarrassing. ” she groans, peeling her hands away from her face to reveal completely reddened cheeks, the alcohol now in full effect. “ but yeah, no, i haven’t had a real one since… well, think you were there, remember ? ” as if it was something casual, as if asking him what the weather was like, that day, when neither one of them should be remembering any of that right now. they really shouldn’t be talking about any of this, but she can’t bite back the smirk that tugs at her cheeks, unable to resist mirroring him. finds herself nodding at his question, soon after, that smirk turning a bit softer at his answer, face illuminated with relief. “ i think so, too. outside of that, even. ” she adds, because no, it wasn’t only exclusive to such intimate moments— she felt they were always in sync with one another, from the very first moment they met, both admitting they couldn’t stop thinking about kissing the other all night. leans forward again, then, as if sharing a secret meant just for him. “ it’s not like that, with him. it feels more like i’m playing a part, than anything else. but with you… it was different. i never had to fake any of it— it was real. always. ” and maybe she shouldn’t be admitting any of this to him, considering they weren’t together anymore, both with new partners, new lives. that didn’t seem to matter to devon, though, not when he’s here, in front of her, and the alcohol in her system had loosened all those thoughts she would definitely choose to suffocate while sober. it’s what has her shaking her head at his question, brain a little warped from his lingering touch, so much so that she reaches out to brush her fingers against his knee, attempting to calm him, observing how it bounces. “ i can’t talk to anyone like i talk to you, ” the words are heavy, despite how quietly they’re muttered, as if to say no, i’m not happy. she hasn't been, since they day they said goodbye. “ you know me better than anyone ever will, i think. ” there’s a soft, sad smile that tugs at her features, then, as that realization hits her. “ but what about her ? can you talk to her like you talk to me ? ” god, she hopes not.

#interactions / miller banks.#butterflydusts #how nice would it be if i learned to just shut UP!!!! anyway this got sauuur long pls ignore that xx

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the--sage--sea · 2 years ago

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22 december 2022

it’s been a nice few days. yesterday was our second day skiing and we got to the slopes around 9.30 in the morning. it was so nice going back to the lodge that we used to go to as kids. so nostalgic. even my little brother said he felt nostalgic and that was weird cause i always think of him as a little kid with no real thoughts i guess. we skied for a few hours and then got lunch at a different lodge and went back on the slopes until about 3pm. we got back to our condo as the sun was setting and then went for an early dinner at a really cute godzilla themed japanese restaurant. they were playing some funny japanese pop and rap and there were old godzilla posters all over the walls. so cool. i got a lavender milk tea boba and a california roll. when we got back home it was dark and we went to the hot tub which was like lukewarm and kinda uncomfortable. there were like six drunk college boys in the hot tub and some of them went to the college near my hometown which was so random considering we’re like a seven hour drive away. we watched the first half of inception and then went to bed early. well i guess i didn’t really go to bed early cause i stayed up watching attack on titan lol. i’m rewatching the last half of season 4 cause i genuinely can’t remember if i finished it when it came out.

today we did basically the same exact thing. got to the slopes at around 9am and skied for a few hours then got lunch at the lodge. this guy was barbecuing outside and it smelled so good like campfire smoke. i got pulled pork and coleslaw and mac n cheese. today was probably my favorite day skiing. i went off by myself for a few hours and skied all the slopes that i used to as a kid. it was so nice. i went down my first black diamond and didn’t eat shit so that was cool. we got back to our condo at like 3pm and immediately went in the hot tub which was very hot and very nice. it was about an hour before sunset and the sky was so blue and the clouds had an orange tinge to them. i took a hot shower and finally washed my hair which felt so good and then we went to a cute little pizza place for dinner. we got home around 7 and finished inception. honestly loved it i thought it was so good and the cast is obviously perfect. i have a crush on cillian murphy and tom hardy and joseph gordon levitt so like.. also love that you can hear cillian murphy’s irish accent in some words he says.

i’m a little nervous to fall asleep tonight cause i’ve been having crazy vivid dreams for the past week and watching inception is probably gonna fuck them up even more. i think it’s because i was smoking basically every night since august and i then haven’t smoked at all since friday. whenever i stop smoking like that i get crazy dreams. i kind of love it though. my dreams are really important to me and i love when i can remember them. lately thought they’ve been so long and confusing that it would be way to hard to try to write them down. which is kinda sad.

anyway we’re getting up early tomorrow and driving home so i’m gonna try to read and fall asleep early but i honestly might end up finishing attack on titan cause i only have a few episodes left. we’re picking up my older brother on the drive back so he can be home for christmas and ugh his whole existence gives me anxiety so i’m nervous about that. but i’m excited to be home cause i’m gonna be staying at my dads house by myself and taking care of the animals while he’s away in jerusalem. his house is my happy place and i’m hoping staying there and taking care of the dogs and cats and chickens and walking in the backyard forest will calm down my anxiety. probably not but i might as well hope. also hoping that i get to see my ex while i’m home because i always get sad around christmas and he’s made it better for the past four years. but that’s probably something that i shouldn’t get my hopes up about cause i always get let down when it comes to him. yeah now i’m sad so i’m gonna watch aot.

#this is my diary

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karmic-vibes · 2 years ago

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The Doctor Nurse is In

one-shot inspired by this prompt, ft steve w glasses. enjoy.

cw: drug and alcohol use, vomit/general symptoms of being hungover

wc: 1.9k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Steve had dreamed of being a nurse for as long as he could remember. Growing up, he’d tell everyone who would listen about his aspirations, and people always told him to dream bigger.

“A smart, handsome man like you shouldn’t be a nurse. Try for doctor!”

“Have you considered getting a Ph.D instead?”

“Why nurse? It’s a job for chicks!”

Regardless of what he was told, he never listened. He stuck to his hopes and dreams, committed to four years of undergrad, and was now finishing up his clinicals.

During his rotations, he fell in love with emergency medicine, despite initially wanting to go into neurology.

Now, here he was. A fresh grad, finishing up clinicals before officially going for his R.N., and suffering through a rotating schedule, landing him doubles every other weekend.

In terms of Indiana hospitals, Hawkins Memorial was the best-of-the-best. People were shipped in from all over the state to be treated by their staff in all departments. It didn’t help that they were the only trauma hospital for miles, meaning all the chaos that went down in Indianapolis on the weekends got shipped up to them.

As Steve sat at the intake desk, completing some unfinished reports from the first half of the shift, dreaming of none other than his bed and pillow, he heard the 800-EMS radio go off. He slightly turned his head, paying half attention to it—another drunk was on their way in. He rolled his eyes, pushed his glasses further up on his nose, before resting his chin in his hand.

He began to doze off mid-report before Dr. Nancy Wheeler ran over to him, urging him into the trauma room. Steve shot up, stumbled out of his seat, and followed her down the hall.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked.

“You know that band that was performing at the Dome tonight?”

“I don’t necessarily know who they are, but yeah, I know there was a performance tonight. Why?”

“Well…” She slid open the door to find a half-conscious rockstar on the stretcher. “He’s out of his mind on god-knows-what and his agent was saying how he bit a bat during his performance.”

“What‽”

“Mhmm.”

“I… what?”

“Mmm…” The patient groaned, slowly stirring awake.

“We pushed twenty of narcan, so he’s slowly coming to.”

“You seem to have this covered… why do you need me?”

“Well, you’re babysitting him until he wakes up. Make sure he doesn’t choke on vomit or stop breathing or anything like that.”

“Uh… okay…”

“And I wanted to further prove your theory of only drunkards coming in on the weekends,” Dr. Wheeler smirked. “Call me if you need me. Security will be right outside the door. Let me know when he wakes up.”

“Can I at least go get my reports I need to finish?”

“I’ll have Joyce drop them off on her next set of vital rounds.”

“That’s not for another hour!” Steve whined.

“Watch him, Harrington. That’s an order.”

“Yes, doc,” Steve sighed, sitting in the uncomfortable hospital chair. He leaned over to glance at the patient’s bracelet. “Edward J. Munson. Well, Edward, we’re about to be buddy-buddy for the next seven hours,” Steve muttered to himself.

Steve sat back, watching the saline slowly drip in the chamber. He occasionally counted Eddie’s breaths by watching his chest rise and fall—god, he hated babysitting duty.

During Joyce’s next vitals round, she handed Steve his bundle of paperwork. He clicked his pen and continued where he left off. Joyce raised a brow at Steve before directing her attention to Edward.

“How’s he doing?” she asked.

“He’s fine—just drunk and probably high,” Steve mumbled, glaring at his papers. “Do you have the last set of vitals for room three?”

“Yeah, here.” She handed her notebook over to the boy.

“Thanks, Joycie, you’re my savior.”

“Hmm, I’m sure I am, Stevie,” she teased.

“How’s Will? Doing okay in school?” Steve asked, trying to make polite conversation.

“Yeah, he’s doing fine. Struggling a bit with making new friends.”

“Why? He’s such a sweet kid.”

“People keep teasing him, saying he’s gay, and ugh, it’s stupid.”

“I’m sorry, Joyce… that can’t be easy on him.”

“It’s okay. He’s a strong boy, he’ll make his way through it.” She sighed before taking Edward’s blood pressure. “Ready for his vitals?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Steve clicked his pen.

“Heart rate is one-twenty, blood pressure is one-ten over seventy-two, and respirations are–”

“Twelve, I know that one. Thanks, Joyce. I hope things get better with Will.”

“You and me both, sweetie. See you in two hours.”

“See ya.”

Steve poured his attention back into his mountain of paperwork for another hour or so before he heard Edward stir in his bed. He slowly blinked before muttering complete nonsense to himself.

“Morning, sunshine,” Steve said, scribbling down the time he woke up. He slid open the trauma room door and leaned against the doorframe. “Can you get Dr. Wheeler down here, please?” he asked the security guard.

“On it,” he said.

“Yer cute,” Edward chortled. He tilted his head, making it glaringly obvious he was checking out Steve’s ass in his scrubs.

“Mr. Munson–”

“Uck, so formal. Call m’Eddie,” he mumbled.

“Eddie, how’re you feeling?” Steve walked over and took his pulse.

“Better now th’I have a cute doctor to look at.”

“I’m not a doctor.”

“A nurse! Even better,” he chuckled.

“So, Eddie, do you remember what happened tonight?”

“Hehe,” he giggled to himself.

“Eddie?”

“I did some stuff.”

“What stuff?” Steve sighed in frustration.

“Drank some beer, did some drugs.”

“What kind of drugs?”

“Hmm,” he hummed.

“No judgement. What’d you take?”

“I dunno, dude,” he whined. “Will you go out with me?”

“No.”

“C’mon, cutie, go out w’me.”

“Sorry, I don’t go out with people who have rabies. It’s my best friend’s number one fear.”

“I have rabies…” Eddie‘s jaw dropped, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth. His pupils were still blown from whatever he took, and his eyes were glossed over.

“No, you don’t have rabies,” Dr. Wheeler said.

“Maybe, we’re still running some tests,” Steve added.

“You probably don’t have rabies,” she corrected. “Mr. Munson, I’m Dr. Nancy Wheeler, I’ll be your physician for the evening.”

“Why’s everyone so goddamn formal,” he scoffed. “‘m Eddie, pretty lady!”

“Yeah, you have fun with him, Stevie. Thanks for letting me know he’s awake. Let me know if anything else major happens.”

“Wait, I’m still stuck watching him‽”

“Yes, you are. Call me if anything changes.”

“Ugh,” Steve huffed, running his hands through his hair.

“You’re so mean, Steeevie,” Eddie snickered. Steve rolled his eyes before returning to his seat. “‘s okay, jokes on you, I’m very much attracted to evil.”

“I’m not evil,” Steve said.

“Whatever y’say, big boy.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Y’hear me,” Eddie hiccuped. “So why won’t you go out with me?”

“I already told you.”

“But why,” Eddie whined.

“One, you’re not sober. Two, you probably have rabies. Three, you’re my patient. It’s not happening.” Eddie started laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“Y’never said that ‘m not your type.”

“I… what?”

“I’m your type,” he teased.

“Please,” Steve scoffed, pink tinting his cheeks. “You have no idea what my type even is.”

“Yeah, I do. ‘s me.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Hmm,” Eddie hummed contently.

Steve ignored Eddie laughing to himself and went back to his paperwork. Eddie was moved to a regular E.R. treatment room shortly after, still needing Steve to babysit him. Around five in the morning, Steve managed to get all caught up on his patient care reports, and Eddie was in a deep sleep. He just had to ride out the last two dreadful hours of his shift.

Right around six, Eddie started to stir awake, moaning and groaning for something to throw up into. Steve rushed to hand him the basin on his bedside table. As Eddie spewed his insides into the pale pink bucket, Steve grabbed onto his hair, pulling it back into a bun.

“Thanks,” Eddie whimpered, spitting out some bile.

“No problem,” Steve said.

Eddie went back to heaving as Steve gently rubbed his back, trying desperately to soothe him. After five never-ending minutes, Eddie flopped onto his back, heaving, trying desperately to catch his breath.

“You okay?” Steve whispered, dampening a washcloth.

“Mm, been better,” Eddie groaned.

“C’mere.”

Steve gently held his chin in his hands as he cleaned up the vomit from the rockstar’s face. Eddie faintly smiled at him as a silent token of gratitude.

“Thanks…”

“Mhmm.”

Steve picked up the basin and threw it into the biohazard bin before removing his gloves and washing his hands. He ripped a few paper towels from the machine and leaned onto the counter.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

“Mm, I’m sure. Wanna tell me what you took last night?”

“Lord, I dunno. Some coke, some molly, and a joint… maybe two.”

“Fun night?”

“You could say that,” Eddie smirked.

“Do you know if the weed was laced with anything?”

“I know one had traces of fent or morphine. I dunno which one.”

“That explains why the narcan worked,” Steve sighed. “And to drink?”

“Dude, I dunno, I lost count. A lot.”

“And the bat?”

“That what?” Eddie mumbled.

“People said you bit into a bat.”

“Who the fuck told you that?”

“The doctor I work under and your manager-agent person.”

“No, I didn’t bite into a fucking bat. I’m sure I said I did, but I was so high, nothing I was saying was true.”

“Gotcha…”

Steve took a deep sigh as the words rang in his ears.

Nothing I was saying was true.

Did he not think Steve was cute? Did he not want to go out with Steve? Sure, Steve shot him down each time, but for once—since high school—someone found him desirable. He felt wanted.

Eddie quickly pulled Steve out of his thoughts by snapping and waving in his face.

“Hello?” Eddie raised a brow. “Earth to Stevie?”

“Yeah, sorry, what?”

“Nothing, you just zoned. Can I get some water?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. You want ice too?”

“Ice would be nice,” he smiled.

“I’ll be right back.”

Steve finished out his shift, handed care of Eddie over to the next person doing their clinical rotation and went home to his sweet, sweet bed. Two days later, he was back in the hospital for his next set of shifts—this time, however, they were during the week and during the day.

He had never been more relieved.

No more drunkards. No more babysitting. No more Eddie.

When his shift ended that fateful Wednesday night, he made his way out to his car to find a familiar face leaning against the driver’s side door, puffing away at a cigarette.

“Hey!” He cheered, throwing his cigarette to the asphalt.

“Uh… hi? Wh-What are you doing here, Eddie?”

“I wanted to apologize and say thanks… y’know, for Sunday night.”

“Oh, it was no problem. Literally just my job.” Steve nodded and stuck his hands in his scrub pockets.

“Can I buy you a drink? Just as a thank you—i-it doesn’t need to mean anything.”

“Y’know, a drink right now sounds lovely. Lead the way, Munson.”

“My pleasure, big boy.” Steve froze in his tracks, staring blankly at Eddie. “Don’t think I forgot everything from last night, Stevie.” He winked before opening the passenger door to his jet-black corvette for Steve. “After you, cutie.”

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taglist: @steviesbicrisis

a/n: may make a part two. not too sure yet. anyways, hope y’all enjoyed!

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie st4 #eddie stranger things #gay #st4 #lgbtq #lgbt pride #steddie #joe kerry #joseph quinn #joyce byers #winona ryder #will byers #noah schnapp #netflix #nurse Steve Harrington #rockstar eddie munson

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neowinestainedress · 2 years ago

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I'd like to request a drabble for husband!Jaemin + anal.

w!: anal (+ minor oral sex/rimming(f), squirting)

Jaemin is very caring, and since you’ve been married he is even more.

He’d never do anything to hurt you, or to put you in an embarrassing situation, but there’s something he can’t stop thinking about it. He thinks about it too often, mostly because he loves your ass too much and his eyes always fall there.

You know he has a thing for it. Of course, you do, it’s not like you can’t notice his hands touching and squeezing it even when he shouldn’t, like when you were visiting store after store with his mom to prepare everything for the wedding and he was too bored, so your ass seemed to be the most interesting thing he could find.

But Jaemin never proposed anything else. To be honest, you are quite surprised about that. So when the question finally arrives, you aren’t as terrified as he imagined you to be.

You are both in bed, clothes already on the floor and bodies grinding against each other for some relief when he pops the question.

Screw all the plan he had made saying he was going to talk about it to avoid scaring you away. But when you smile and say ‘yes’ straight away, he furrows.

“You are into it?” He asks.

“Well, I don’t know, never done that. But we can try.”

And that’s all he needs to turn you around on your hands and knees. He starts licking your pussy, making your body relax before he collects more wetness and moves up to your ass, coating it with spit and your cum.

Your head falls forward as the pleasure already feels enough to make you come. But Jaemin has other plans, he doesn’t want to make you come like this, not tonight. So he pulls away, brings his two fingers to your lips and makes you suck until they’re wet before slipping them inside of you.

“Feels good?” He asks, chest pressing against your back while his lips trail kisses on your shoulder.

“Mhh, yeah,” you hum, closing your eyes and arching your back.

“You want more, baby?” He coos. “Want my cock? Are you sure you can take it?”

“Please, fuck me,” you beg, turning your head just enough to meet his lips in a kiss before he pulls away, leaving you empty again.

When he slips inside again, it’s with his lube-coated cock, the tip already stretching you enough to make your chest pant and your head fall forward.

“I’m going slow,” he reassures you, hands firm on your ass as his thumb rubs circles against your skin, encouraging you to relax. And you do, tension decreasing, letting him slide in with ease. “Are you okay, babe?” He asks when he’s halfway in.

You hum, there’s nothing else you can do, trying to ease down to this new sensation. It feels different, but it’s not bad. And it feels even better when his cock enters completely, filling you exactly how you need it. It’s big, you know it, but the stretch feels so good.

“Fuck,” you moan, nails scratching the soft sheets under you.

“Are you hurt?” He questions concerned, but you shook your head.

“Start moving, please,” you beg. “Need you.”

And Jaemin obeys, his fingers dig into your soft flesh and his hips start thrusting into you. He tries so hard to keep a slow pace but he can’t do it, not when your ass is bouncing back against him, not when you’re so tight around his cock, not when you’re moaning so prettily.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moans, throwing his head back, knowing he probably won’t last long. He had been dreaming about this for years, since you started dating, even before you were married. But he never imagined you felt this good.

And you feel the same. Your pussy is dripping, sticking to your thighs and staining the sheets and your orgasm feels more intense than usual.

“I’m not gonna last,” you mumble, letting your shoulders meet the mattress and your face flat against the pillow. And at that, Jaemin knows he won’t last either.

“Come,” he urges you, leaning down so he’s closer to you, hips thrusting fast in and out, knocking the air out of your lungs, so strong that you squirt without even realizing and you hide your face in the pillow.

But Jaemin’s amazed, and that triggers his orgasm too, spurts of white coating your inside as his hips still move lazily inside you.

“Fuck,” he groans after pulling out and leaning next to you, pulling your body close to his, his hands caressing your back. “You should’ve told me you loved anal so much, we could’ve tried this before.”

“Or maybe we could do it more often,” you wink, making him chuckle.

“We definitely should,” he replies before his lips curl in a smirk. “Another round?”

#anon answered #jaemin smut #na jaemin smut #jaemin scenarios #nct dream smut #nct smut #drabbles

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emotionlcss · 2 years ago

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cherrysugcr:

When he declined to sitting in the desk Elle blushed feeling foolish for even offering up such a silly thing. Obviously these desks were not made for adults. Although with her stature she was able to sit comfortably in them just like her students. “Oh yeah no worries,” she responded trying to play it off as casually as possible. As she watched him look through the folder she was glad to see him enjoying what he saw inside of it. When he turned the questions back to her she found herself floundering for a moment unsure of how to answer that. “Um well, you know sometimes people ask me super specific questions about my lesson plans or the classroom dynamic or environment. I call those people helicopter parents but I can tell you’re not like that. Usually it’s mainly about how their child is doing or if they have concerns. If you don’t have any that’s okay too, no pressure. I’m just happy someone is staying more then a few seconds. Most of the parents breezed in her tonight then abruptly left. All of the fathers were just as kind as you but the mothers,” she sighed shrugging her shoulders. “It’s like they were pissed with me for no reason? Sorry, I’m kind of venting right now when I shouldn’t. You came here to talk about your daughter not about me. I guess I’m just feeling a little self conscious right now if I’m being honest. Which means I talk to much like I am right now, sorry.” She apologized again forcing herself to stop and take a deep breath hoping she didn’t just scare him off completely.

it was nice to see someone this passionate about their job, especially when they job was something that involved teaching the youth like this. he could admire her dedication, coming from a work ethic that had been instilled from him for as long as he could remember. when she’d started to ramble he’d forgotten about everything else, smiling as she didn’t know why they might be upset, but he could easily see it. ❝ i don’t want you to get offended when i say this, but those moms are jealous. you are confident, young, sexy as hell. you’re like the perfect wet dream for a guy that has to deal with a wife like that. ❞ he wasn’t sure how she’d take that, he’d meant it as a compliment, but vinny knew that it could be taken the wrong way. ❝ i don’t want you to think you’re doing anything wrong, because im positive that you’re not based on how much pride you’ve taken in showing me around tonight. they’re just boring women, who are bored with their own lives, probably never getting laid, and they live the same day over and over again. they are absolutely jealous of a hot young thing like you. ❞

#cherrysugcr #✖┋❛ & VINNY MARIANO -; THREADS !

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todoshotoroki · 3 years ago

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𝐼𝑡 𝑊𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝐻𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒

Warnings: smut, mutual masturbation, oral f receiving, f reader cheating on Bakugou x pervy Deku. 〤 Minors DNI

Word count: 2.6k

I shouldn't. That’s exactly what ran through Izuku’s mind as his rough, scarred fingers traveled south, deciding to distract himself by staring up at the dark ceiling of his bedroom. What time was it now? If he had to guess, he’d say close to 2 am. I won't. He promised himself he wouldn’t play into this far away dream of his, it only made it harder to look you in the eye. That’s why his fingers played with the hem of his shirt, instead of slipping into the waistband of his shorts like they usually did at this time of night. But fuck, he really wanted too.

It was difficult enough to resist his sexual fantasies about you, but deciding to become roommates with one of his best friends, and childhood crush, only made it that much harder, and he wondered why he put himself in these situations. Oh yeah. That's why.

He could hear them. Your moans through the wall.

The 2 bedroom apartment you two shared had paper thin walls, or it could have been that Deku purposely aligned his bed to be on the same wall as yours. Either way, You had a boyfriend. But still, every thought that ran through his mind was dirty.

If only Kacchan knew of the things Izuku Midoryia thought of at night, there would be nothing stopping the explosive blonde from trying to kill him.

Though Deku could feel his resolve slipping, the further his fingers slipped past the waistband of his shorts, the less he found himself caring. He knew it was wrong, he had absolutely no right to invade your privacy like this, especially just to further fuel his own addiction that was you. But all of those thoughts that had at first been restraining Izuku from taking things further, slowly morphed into guilt as he began to accept the fact that he was simply too deeply in love with you.

Although he knew he’d forever be stuck in the friendzone, he couldn't help feeling blessed to be able to live with you. It made it easier to imagine spending your life together, waking up and having breakfast with you, starting your day just to come home to each other at night. It was only a shame that he could never wake up with you in his bed, but he didn't want to be too greedy. There had to be a line drawn somewhere.

That line was drawn when Katsuki started showing up more often, about a month ago.

Ever since then, the distance between the two of you was slowly, but gradually increasing. Izuku couldn't stand it, it physically hurt him not to see you every day. It pained him to know that the moaning on the other side of the wall wasn't because of him. Sure, Katsuki wasn't here tonight, you had to be touching yourself. But still, he wanted it to be him.

Fuck, he could make you feel so good if you let him.

On the one night Deku did overhear you and Bakugou having sex, he could tell you weren't enjoying yourself. He was sure you didn't like it rough, or at least, that’s what he told himself as he listened to your high pitched whines that night, engraving them into his memory. Given the chance, Izuku would take his very precious time with you while savoring every moment. “Y/n..” His fingertips grazed the wall as he whispered, as his dominant hand fully disappeared into his shorts.

He wondered what you were thinking about. Was there any part of you that ever pictured it to be him with you in those scenarios? Did you think of him when your finger’s ended up not being able to reach to places he could?

“Hff, hmph, mmh” The sounds you made grew a bit louder, and Izuku finally allowed himself the pleasure of wrapping his hand around his cock.

You were trying to be quiet, he could hear your beautiful voice being muffled. Were you biting onto your pillow to conceal your moans? Please don't.. Please, louder, for me.. He always knew you were dirty, there was no way he wasn't crossing your mind right now. Even if all it ended up being trying not to let him hear you, he was still on your mind in this exact moment, and that was enough for Izuku’s cock to throb painfully hard in his pants.

“Fuck, fuck, shit.. Mmph”

Izuku pushed aside every remaining bit of guilt for the moment, and pulled his cock free from its confinements. You were getting close, he had spent too much time belittling himself for invading your privacy, so much so that he had to speed up the movements on his cock to catch up. He let out a low groan, and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth.

His eyes closed, and his head leaned back into the pillows. He felt like he was high on every noise you made, so it didn't take him long to get close enough to his orgasm. Now, all he had to do was wait for you.

Fuck, he’d wait as long as it takes.

The rough hand tugged at the veiny length of his cock, using his index finger to tease the head of his cock and smear precum up and down his shaft. He could picture it, you in your bed just inches away from him, your back arching so beautifully. Izuku wondered what would happen if he accidentally let your name slip from his mouth. It was possible you could hear his moans, after all, he could hear yours.

His hand gripped tighter around his cock, quickening its pace at the thought. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Tonight just had to be full of slip ups, he felt as if his body was completely throwing away its self restraint. “Fuck, Y/n” It was loud too. He didn't mean it, he wasn't supposed to let the intrusive, impulsive, naughty thought win. The second he did, he slapped his free hand over his mouth as tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. Instant regret. You’d probably tell him you're moving out tomorrow now.

“Izuku-” You were cumming.

Midoryia couldn't even begin to believe his ears as he came all over his chest, within seconds from the shockwave your voice had sent through him. The hand at his mouth fell to his side, desperately clutching onto the sheets beneath him for some form of support. “Shit- you- Y/n, you sound so pretty” He was sure if you hadn't heard him before, then you had to have heard him now. “So sexy, Angel”

Izuku’s mind ran rampant with all the possibilities that could have been the reason for you to moan his name, but he found it hard to focus as the floodgates of his emotions were ripped open. Were you thinking of him beforehand? Had you been holding it back and it accidentally slipped out? Did you hear him and then fucking moan for him?

Was it him saying your name that made you cum?

He had to know.

Deku didn't have time to think over his actions, nor did he realize you had suddenly went quiet on the other side of the wall. He was already out of bed, his feet stomping across the floor as he swung his door open. He stood right outside your bedroom door, staring at it while panting for breath as the rest of his face flushed red.

“Y/n” His voice was a cautious, but gravelly whisper. He thickly swallowed down his nerves, and rested his forehead up against the door with a ‘thump’.

It was silent still, forcing Izuku to overthink this entire situation. Did you really say his name? Or had he been so far into his fantasy that he just happened to make it up?

Did he fuck up?

He listened to the soft patter of your feet against the carpet, and he stepped back to see the door swing open in front of him. His breath hitched in his throat, and his eyes slowly widened as he licked his suddenly very dry lips at the irresistible sight. You stood in front of him, your hair messy, your cheeks flushed just as red as his. The only thing stopping Izuku from seeing your naked body was a thin, white sheet that you had bunched around your torso that just covered below your hips.

Neither of you could say a word, Deku couldn't tear his gaze away from you, and you couldn't look him straight in the eyes, choosing to glance at everything but him.

Slowly, experimentally, Izuku stepped forward to see if you would choose to let him into your bedroom or not. His heart was racing so quickly, he wondered if you could hear it or not, because at the moment, it was the only sound that filled his ears.

His mouth ran dry once again as your grip on the door handle tightened, but you stepped to the side, allowing your roommate into your personal space. He closed the door, and turned to look at you. “Y/n..” He began, taking another step forward. Both of you were already sweating, and as Deku lifted his hand to cup your cheek and force you to look at him, the temperature of the room only grew.

“P-please, don't think any less of me” His eyes scanned over your face once more, taking in your shocked expression before closing his eyes and passionately pressing his lips to yours. He knew this was all wrong, Kacchan was in love with you, he had to listen to his friend rant about how he wasn't sure about confessing to you or not. And when he finally did, Deku felt like he was pulling the rug beneath his feet.

He didn't care right now.

It didn't matter when you were in his arms, his mouth pressed into yours.

Midoryia opened his mouth to run his bottom lip against yours, begging for entry as he slowly began to back the two of you up until the back of your knees hit the bed. The sound of wet lips slapping against each other was enough to fill the void of everything left unsaid, because Izuku’s teeth tugging desperately on your bottom lip felt too damn good.

As your back fell into the messy, fluffy comforter underneath you, Deku’s hands landed on your hips, shoving you backwards until your head hit the pillows. He hovered over you the entire time, afraid to detach your lips from his and let you get away. As you reached your destination, your hands reached up to grip at his tousled green locks, gripping onto them tightly to pull his face away from yours.

Izuku let out a small whine of protest as your lips parted with his, but with the way your hand pulled at his hair made everything in his body tell him to listen to you. “Izuku..” Your eyebrows furrowed, and your bottom lip was caught harshly between your teeth. Deku watched your expressions with a dreamy sigh through half-lidded eyes. “Talk to me baby”

He leaned down, ghosting his lips along your jaw before settling a wet, sloppy one right behind your ear. “Tell me what you wanna say, I'll listen” He reveled in the way your eyes closed, and your mouth fell open as if you wanted to respond, but the feeling of his tongue and teeth scraping against your jawline was too distracting. He didn't even realize it when his hand ghosted up your inner thighs, slowly inching the sheet up your legs.

“W-we shouldn't do this- what about- about Katsuki”

Ouch.

Deku closed his eyes, slowly taking a brief inhale as he ceased his attack of sloppy kisses. “Forget about him” He whispered in your ear, nudging his nose against your jawline affectionately. “He won't know, he doesn't ever have to know” He tried his best to sound comforting, gentle, affirming.

Maybe you just needed a little encouragement. He needed to show you what he could make you feel. “I just wanna make you feel so good Angel…” He confessed, his hand slipping underneath the sheet to ghost along your very sticky thighs. “Your already soaking wet for me, so dirty Y/n”

He started his kisses once more, this time they began on your neck, slowly trailing down to your shoulder, then your collarbone. Soft little gasps left your lips, a fresh wave of cold air hitting you with each kiss of his that drifted lower than the last, before his lips ghosted along the sheet that had just barely been able to hide your nipples. “I just want to please you, pretty girl”

“Zu-Izuku but i-i-”

“Shh, baby, let me be your secret sin” His teeth gripped the sheet, just barely tilting his head back enough for it to fall down your sides when he let it go from his mouth. He groaned at the sight of your hard, perky nipples right in front of him. He looked up at you in a fuzzy haze, a small bit of drool falling off his tongue and onto your nipple as he panted from above you.

“Y/n.. please, you have total and complete control of me..” Deku’s eyes travelled from your breasts to the lusted over look in your eyes. He could see how badly you wanted him, and was clear about how much he needed you at this point. He had come this far, to turn back and act like nothing happened now would kill him. “So just, let me show you how good you could have it with me”

You let out a strangled, conflicted whimper in response, your body squirming nervously under your roommate’s intense gaze. “Okay, ‘Zuku- hhnmh-” Midoryia couldn't wait any longer, the second the new nickname fell from your lips, his tongue ran across your nipple that had already been soaked with his spit from simply hovering over you. You let out a gasp as his teeth gently nipped at the bud. “N-no marks, can’t let.. Him see- fuck, Izuku”

Deku’s hand yanked the sheets from your body, completely airing you to the cold. No marks. He knew that, after all, it was his life on the line here. But something about you bringing him up again made him want to clear your head of any other thoughts but him. “Your skin is delicious” You looked embarrassed at his praise, and it only pushed him to go further.

He looked up at you through dark, hooded green eyes as his tongue traced a line down the middle of your stomach. It was beautiful, better than his imagination as he felt you arch your back to press further into his mouth the closer he got to the precious place between your legs. He had yet to break eye contact, taking your legs and hiking them over his shoulders.

His hot breath fanned across your clit, forcing you to bite the inside of your cheek in embarrassment and look away from the man between your thighs. “Hey” You yelped as his sharp teeth gently nipped the skin on your leg. “Don't look away from me, watch what I can do to you” As you met his gaze again, he leaned forward with a devious smile, and flattened his tongue to lick a long stripe up your sopping clit. “What I can do for you”

Deku was more than satisfied to be between your legs, he knew he could die here, and if Kacchan ever did find out, Izuku would still be left with no regrets. His only regret would have been leaving this world without at least getting to taste you.

“ ‘M gonna make you cum all over my face Angel, ‘m gonna make you mine forever”

Yeah, with your legs wrapped around his head, suffocating him as you moaned and arched into his tongue and yanked at his curls like this, Izuku Midoriya would die a happy man.

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

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