#i'm about to lose it all seriously i'm gonna eat my walls

[zepskies]

Girl no worries -- dive right in! 😂 I'm so excited that you're dipping back into ESC! 💜💜

Not shady at all 🙄 He's such a mess At least he came to the realization himself, even if his solution clearly isn't well thought through 😅 I can see his good intentions, though. Hope he realizes soon enough that he needs to accept some help 💔 But then to be gone for four months???? 👀 What the hell did he get into?!

Oh. Charlie is the hottest mess. 😭😭 I love that you're curious about what he's gotten into though -- and trust me, you'll see. 😅 He did have good intentions at the start, but he's struggling for sure.

Been there 🤣🤣 (But honestly, eating pure Nutella and just spooning it out of the jar is the fucking best, even though you feel like shit after 😂)

100,000% LOL. I felt like my lovely ladies reading would relate to this Nutella part. 🤣

I love that she didn't want to call the cops to protect her brother. I'm glad she sees he's only lost and still wants to help him, no matter what (even when he apparently burns the house down 🙈). It also makes complete sense she doesn't want to lose him, considering everyone she's already lost 😢

Oh yeah, she knows Charlie is a good person underneath his addiction and whatever he's doing to try and "make it up to her." She wants him safe and pulled out of whatever the hell he's been doing, but she doesn't necessarily want him to go to jail, where he's even less likely to get the help he needs. Plus, like you said, she's lost so much already, and he's really the only family she has left. 💙

She's always so strong and keeps it together because she's always had to do that, but I'm glad she could go for a moment with Russell ❤️

We do what we gotta do in life, amirite? 😅 But she did finally let some walls come down for Russell and allowed him to comfort her. 🥹🥹

DEAD 💀🤣🤣🤣 But yeah, seriously, what the fuck was in those woods they grew up in? Magic water??? 🔥🫠

Lmfao!! FR! Some LOTR magic tree water action that made them boys grow up tall and pretty. 💖💖

Ugh, I want a full family reunion so badly on the show 😭 Thank you for this 🤍

Ahaha you're so welcome! 💜 I had to give them a family reunion moment. 🥹💞

Love her 🤍 Also, you captured Colter's personality so well! His reactions crack me up so much. He's either always super focused or gives sarcastic deadpan answers 🤣

LOL thank youu!! I did my best with Colter, whose personality I thought was harder to nail down than Russell's honestly. Just because of how stoic he is. But I also love his sarcasm/dry wit! 😂😂

And again, what the hell did Charlie get into??? Missing artifacts, and now she's getting kidnapped? I hope the guys find them before the bad guys hurt either reader or Charlie.

Oh that's the million-dollar question, isn't it? 😆😆 The "timer" starts now!!

Also, Russell surely will bite himself in the ass for not just taking her to the bar with them after this 🙈

Oh DEFINITELY you're gonna see some self-deprecating Russell in Part 3 lol.

Gaaaaah, I can't wait to read the next part! I'm on the edge of my seat 😁👏🍿

Aww yay!! I'm so glad to hear that you're liking ESC so far. I hope you enjoy the rest of the ride, 'cause it's about to get bumpy lmao. 😏💕💕

Every Second Counts - Part 2

Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader

Summary: One date with your best friend’s brother leaves you wanting more, even though his questionable job and vagabond lifestyle make you want to guard your heart. When your brother falls into trouble, however, Russell is the one you trust to help you find him. 

AN: I decided to put this chapter out a bit early due to some Father's Day stuff tomorrow. I was blown away by the response from you guys on Part 1!! Thank you so much. 🥰 I had some trepidation writing a new character, but I'm so glad you guys seem to enjoy where this little series is going so far. It makes me even more excited to bring you the next chapter of ESC! 💜

Song Inspo: “Too Late” by The Paper Kites

Word Count: 5.3K

Tags/Warnings: Shaw family feels, a bit of mystery, tinge of fluff and mutual pining, and a twist…

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Part 2: “Family Reunion”

The next day after he left, you finally managed to get Charlie on the phone. He implored you not to try and find him.

He claimed he was staying with a friend for now, and was picking up some odd jobs through a connection at the museum—another security guard who knew how to get extra work. 

“What kind of extra work?” you asked. You sunk back into the couch in your living room and held a hand to your aching head. You had already lost sleep over this, worrying about where he was and what the hell he was doing.

“It’s better that you don’t know,” Charlie said.

He really knew how to frustrate you to the nth degree.

“Charlie, just come home. Please,” you said. Tears burned in your eyes, choking your words. “I’m sorry for what I said, okay? We’ll figure this out together, I promise.”

You heard him sigh.

“You had a right to be mad,” he said. “I’m the big brother, remember? But I’m…I’m a fucking mess. You shouldn’t have to take care of me.”

“We take care of each other, and you know that,” you said sharply, wiping at your eyes in frustration.

“Listen, I’ll come home when I can, okay? Be good.”

“Charlie! Ch—” The call ended, and you nearly tossed your phone in aggravation.

“That stubborn fucking idiot,” you muttered.

Four months later, your worry was eating you alive.

Charlie refused to come home or tell you where he was staying. The only time you got to see him was when you visited him on his night shift at the museum. You tried to talk him into coming home, but your brother remained stubborn.

“You get that from Dad,” you’d told him once, while watching him eat some leftover meatloaf you’d made for him. The two of you stood outside the museum on his break.

Charlie had smirked at you. “Yeah, well, you share the disease.”

You’d rolled your eyes at that.

But just when you thought you were starting to get through to him, now, he’d stopped answering your calls. For that matter, the museum hadn’t even seen or heard from him in a week or so.

So here you sat, in the living room of Dory’s apartment, crying into a jar of Nutella that you’d long ago stopped spreading over the strawberries she’d laid out. You had a chocolate-covered butterknife in one hand and a used Kleenex in the other.

Dory was sat next to you on the couch, rubbing your back with sympathy and concern in her own eyes.

“You should call the police,” she advised.

You’d thought of that, but if Charlie was doing something he wasn’t supposed to, then depending on what it was, you didn’t want necessarily want him locked up in a cell. He wasn’t a bad person, he was just…lost. You wanted him to get help.

You set down the butterknife beside the jar and turned to her, after drying your eyes the best you could.

“Do you think your brother would be willing to come back to Wyoming?” you said. After a beat of hesitation, you specified:

“Colter, the tracker.”

You hadn’t had a chance to meet him when he dropped in a couple of months ago, but she’d told you about his brief visit to find a graduate student who had been kidnapped, and nearly killed by a professor in the Sciences department for uncovering a flaw in the man’s research. That flaw would have costed him his entire grant, and possibly his career and reputation. 

The terrible incident had caused an uproar on campus. Students were released from their classes for an entire day after the professor was arrested. 

Now, Dory considered your question with a thoughtful nod. “I’ll call him.”

You were grateful, but your face became pained as something occurred to you. You held up a hand.

“Wait, I just realized I can’t pay him,” you said. You didn’t have more than a thousand dollars in your savings account, and that was for emergencies. Like the time Charlie nearly burned the house down after a lighting mishap with his bong.

“Oh, sweetie, don’t worry about that,” Dory said. She laid a comforting hand on your arm. “He’d do this as a favor to me.”

“I don’t know,” you replied, your brows furrowing. “That’s a pretty big favor.”

She’d told you what some of Colter’s fees could run up to, but she tried to quell your reservations and promised to call him regardless.

However, the more you thought about it, you already had a phone number in your cell…for the one person who would understand the part of your brother that you might never be able to. 

After you left Dory’s apartment, you debated the idea in your head for the entire drive home. 

And when you got to the house, you picked up your cell, and you called him. Your nerves had you pacing back and forth across the living room as it rang. 

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t help smiling just at the sound of his voice, smooth and pleased, and a hint surprised.

“Hey,” you replied, biting your lip. “How are you?”

“I’m good. You’ve got good timing too. I just came off a job,” he said.

“Oh really? Where are you?”

“Well, I’m states-side now. Just got back from South America.”

“Oh, wow,” you said, blinking incredulously.

What the hell was he doing there? you had to wonder. Maybe he was protecting some Latin American emissary. Or maybe, he was doing things you didn’t want to think about. Your brother had filled you in a bit about civilian contract jobs in recent weeks, as he’d considered going after those himself.

“They can pay very well, from what I hear,” Charlie had said. “The problem with that is, it kind of defeats the purpose of leaving the military.”

Despite that mildly troubling thought, you tried to focus on the fact that you had this man on the phone at all.

A smile formed across your lips. “Did you get yourself a nice tan?”

“Eh, not really. Was more of a night job,” he said. “But uh…how are you doing? Not gonna lie, I’m surprised to hear from you.”

“Yeah, I’m…I’m not all that good, if I’m honest,” you said.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. You heard the concern in his voice. You steeled yourself before you answered.

“Russell, I’m sorry, but I need to ask you for a big favor.”

“Hmm, this sounds serious,” he said.

“Yeah, it is,” you agreed. When you next took a breath, it came out unsteady. “My brother’s missing.”

It was a bright Saturday morning when you welcomed Russell Shaw into your house. He looked around, finding family pictures, bookshelves, paintings, candles, all things that began to shade in who you were in the comfort of your home.

“It’s nice,” he said. “It’s uh, homey.”

You smiled and closed the door behind him.

“Well, it’s the house we grew up in,” you replied.

You and Charlie had of course inherited it after your parents’ passing. Their life insurance policies had helped pay off the three-bedroom house while you two were still in school. Your grandparents helped a lot back then too, and had even moved in for a time. Now they each had plots beside your parents at Grandview Cemetery.

“You want some coffee? I know you had a long drive,” you asked.

“Sure,” Russell agreed. He followed you to the kitchen, where you put on the coffee pot. You made a discreet glance at him. He looked virtually the same, with that familiar green jacket, jeans, boots, and a Jimi Hendrix shirt. You'd had a feeling he was a classic rock guy.

“Look, not that I wasn’t glad to get your call,” Russell said, “but you do know that I’m not the tracker in the family, right?”

“Dory did offer to call Colter, but I can’t afford to pay him,” you said.

“I could help with that,” said Russell. You raised up a hand to stop him there.

“I don’t want that kind of help from you,” you said firmly. “I didn’t call you for money, Russell. I called you because you’ll probably understand where Charlie’s head’s at. Better than me, anyway.”

He hesitated, but nodded in understanding. When the coffeemaker dinged, finished percolating, you turned to make him a mug with cream and sugar, as per his request.

While he waited for the coffee to cool, he admired you for a moment. Even in a plain V-neck shirt and a pair of jeans, your hair swung up in a ponytail, you were still a sight. (Your lipstick did match your shirt though. That made him smile.)

And Russell could admit, it was good to see you again.

“Me and Colter reconnected recently. Did Dory tell you?” he said.

Your brows raised high in surprise. “Oh yeah?”

The two of you found your way back to the living room with your mugs.

“Yeah. We talked for the first time in…shit, over twenty years,” Russell laughed, raking a hand through his hair.

Not only had he been able to say his piece to Colter about their…family issues, they’d also solved a case of their own, with Colter agreeing to help him find his friend Doug, who worked for the same black ops contract agency as Russell. The Horizon Group.

The aftermath of that still left Russell with a bitter taste in his mouth when he thought of how Horizon would’ve left Doug to rot, if it hadn’t been for him and Colter pressing their luck and digging deeper into who’d taken his friend.

That whole mess had also made Russell begin to wonder if maybe he needed a new line of work after all. But, because the money was just that good, he’d ended up on a new job by the end of the month.

Your voice soon broke him from his thoughts.

“I’m glad to hear that,” you said. You reached over and touched his arm, with warmth in your eyes. 

Russell gave you a smile. The closeness between you brought up memories of that dusty bar, and the taste of lime and tequila on your soft, supple lips. But you subtly cleared your throat and took your hand back. He hid a twinge of disappointment.

“So what’s going on with your brother?” Russell asked.

Get back on track, he reminded himself.

You sighed. “Damn Charlie.”

Over coffee, you explained that Charlie took off a few months ago, the night you got back from the bar. You had seen him only briefly, whenever you were able to catch him at the museum after work. He’d been keeping in touch with you on a weekly basis, but now, he hadn’t called in almost two weeks. You couldn’t get ahold of him on any of the numbers you had. They all seemed to be burner phones. Plus, he’d been let go from his job at the museum after not showing up for the past week. 

“What’s he into, extracurricular-wise?” Russell asked.

“I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell me,” you said in frustration. Tears prickled at your eyes, and your lower lip trembled. “He said it was safer that way.”

Russell laid a supportive hand over yours, earning your watery gaze.

“And you haven’t gone to the police?” he asked.

“I think he’s gotten into something…dangerous. I don’t want to get him in more trouble than he might be already,” you said. “I just want him to get help for his problems. Physically and mentally.”

Russell nodded. He understood that you wanted to protect your brother. Sometimes though, getting into “trouble” was the rock bottom someone needed in order to face their problems.

“Does he have friends?” he asked. “Some kinda crowd he hangs around with?”

“Not anymore. I think he’s lost touch with his Air Force buddies,” you said, though you tried to think. Your brows furrowed as something occurred to you. “He knew someone at work, at the museum. Another security guard on his same shift. After they cut his hours down to part-time, Charlie said the guy knew how to get extra work.”

“Okay, that’s definitely where we start,” said Russell. “Let me just give Dory a call. If I don’t let her know I’m in town, I don’t even wanna know the consequences.”

You laughed through your tears and tried to brush them away. 

“Yeah, do that. I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.”

Russell took one look at you, and he tightened his hold on your hand.

“Hey,” he said.

You glanced up at him, as tears clung to your lashes. His heart couldn’t help but clench for you. He really didn’t like to see you like this.

“We’re gonna find him. You’ve got my word,” he said. 

You were desperate to believe him. So you nodded, sniffling as you tried and failed to keep yourself together. You were scared, for the first time in a long time. 

“All right, come ‘ere,” Russell said. When he guided you into his arms, you went willingly. You pressed your face into his chest to hide your weeping. His hold was warm and strong enough to make you feel secure. Just for this moment, you didn’t have to pretend you had everything handled.

“He’s the only family I have,” you reminded him. He nodded.

“I hear ya. We’ll get him home,” he said. “And I am going to call Colter. Don’t worry about the rest. I’ll square it up with him.”

“Russell—” you protested, but he just squeezed you playfully. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll pull big brother rank. He’s got no choice,” he joked. 

You shook your head, but you allowed him to comfort you for a bit longer. Because all too soon, you’d have to steel yourself again. You’d have to be the version of yourself that you always had to be, ever since you were fourteen years old.

You invited Dory over to your house, where the three of you were soon joined by the last of the Shaw siblings: the one you had yet to meet.

Colter made it in time for dinner that afternoon. The tall blonde took up your doorway with his broad shoulders and offered you a polite smile, along with his hand. 

“Hi, I’m Colter,” he said. 

You mentally tripped up a bit as you shook his hand and gave him your name. Did all the Shaw siblings have to be so damn attractive?

“Uh, yes, please come in.” You ushered him into your home and led him into the living room, where Russell stood from the couch. 

“Ahh, there he is,” Russell grinned, slapping his younger brother on the shoulder. 

“Here you are,” Colter gestured at him. “Where the hell did you take off to after last time?”

“Ah, you know. Argentina was fun.”

“I’m sure it was.”

You paused in the doorway, just watching the brothers in mystification. Dory shot you a questioning look as she came over from the kitchen. You met her with raised brows. 

“What?” Dory asked. A smile played on her lips.

“Do all of you have to be so unbelievably pretty?” you whispered over to her. Dory smirked and bumped your shoulder, nodding at Colter. 

“What, you wanna make out with him too?” she teased. 

Your mouth dropped open in disbelief. Dory just laughed and moved on to say hello to the other blonde. She pulled him down into a hug, and he reciprocated warmly.  

Russell then laid a hand on Colter’s shoulder, as well as Dory’s. He wore a big, proud grin.

“Hey. Look at us, huh?” he said. 

Dory sniffed as tears welled up in her eyes, looking up at both of her brothers. Colter wore a more reserved smile, but he did wrap an arm around his sister and thump his older brother on the back.

You smiled. You were lingering by the kitchen doorway. If nothing else, you were glad that this whole mess had been able to bring Dory back together with her family. 

You decided to give them a moment, and you wandered back into the kitchen. There you took a beat for yourself, mainly to breathe.  

When you again thought of Charlie, you had to wonder just what the hell he’d gotten himself into.

Later, the four of you sat in the living room so you could explain everything you knew so far to Colter. He took all the information in with a pensive expression that didn’t reveal much to you. 

“So you said he was struggling?” he said. 

“Yes, after he got out of the military,” you confessed. “He had a hard time figuring himself out. I got him the job at the museum, but I don’t think it was enough for him.”

“Why is that?” Colter asked. He saw that you were reluctant to explain. “I need to know the full picture of who Charlie is if I’m going to be able to figure out his probable moves.”

You sighed. “Well, he was seeing a VA psychiatrist for a while. They wanted to put him on antidepressants, but he stopped going. He…started self-medicating instead.”

That part was hard to admit, but it was the truth. You couldn’t pretend it wasn’t any longer. 

“What substances?” Colter asked. 

“Alcohol, mainly,” you replied. “At his worst, there were hard drugs, but I got him to tone it down just to weed every now and then.”

You bit at your thumbnail out of habit, but you forced yourself to stop, folding your hands in your lap. You didn’t see judgment in Colter’s eyes, just him taking in the information. You couldn’t help but glance at Dory, where you found her sympathy. She knew enough about what you’d been dealing with for the past few years. Russell seemed understanding as well. 

“Anything else I should know?” Colter asked. You shook your head. You felt bad about revealing Charlie’s business like this, but you knew it was the only way to help him. Still, you felt you had to defend him a little.

“Look, my brother has his problems, but he’s a good man,” you said. “He, um…he basically half raised me, after our parents died.”

Dory also knew this story. She rested a hand on your back, and you gave her what smile you could. 

“How old were you?” Russell asked. He earned your attention, and you met his sympathetic gaze.

“Fourteen,” you answered. “It was a car accident.”

He took that in, nodding slowly. “I’m sorry.”

The way he met your eyes when he said it, you believed him. You subtly cleared your throat and directed the conversation back.   

“So, I don’t have a lot of money. But I can give you something for your services,” you said to Colter. Both Russell and Dory met you with similar looks. 

“I’ve got it,” Dory says, before Russell had the chance. Colter waved her off though.

“In this case, it’s not necessary,” he said, focusing on you again. “So Charlie was working at the local museum?”

You breathed a note of relief at his generosity. Dory, Russell, and now Colter…they were all good people in their own way. You felt emotion rise in your throat.

“Yes, it’s about ten minutes away,” you managed to reply. “It’s closed now, but his coworker could be on shift. They always have security in place.”

You grabbed your purse to go with them when Colter and Russell stood, but the former raised a placating hand. 

“It’s best if you stayed here,” Colter said.

Your brows rose. “I don’t think so.”

Colter’s mouth parted, and he blinked, like he hadn’t expected you to push back quite like that; calm and matter of fact.

“Ah, well, it’s really for your safety—”

“I’m not going to sit and wait,” you said. “That’s all I’ve been doing for months. I may not be an expert tracker, or have been in the army, but I do know my brother. And we are going to find him.”

Behind you, Dory was giving Colter a warning shake of her head. She knew just how stubborn you could be. Meanwhile, Russell came up on your other side with a smile.

“What’s the harm in her coming along to the museum?” he said, sliding his brother a teasing look. “Unless the T. rex wakes up all the mummies, Ben Stiller style.”

You wanted to point out that that wasn’t exactly the plot of Night at the Museum, but you held it in with a smile. You gave Colter an expectant look.

He sighed at Russell’s antics, but he turned to you with a nod.

“Okay, let’s go,” he said. 

“I’ll head home then,” said Dory. “Call me if you need anything.” 

You gave her a hug after she gathered up her purse. 

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“It’s going to be okay,” she said, rubbing your back. “Colter’s the best.” 

“All right, fine. And what am I? Chopped liver?” Russell remarked, gesturing wide with his hands. You all filtered out of your house, and you locked the door behind you.  

“Oh, you’re special, all right,” Dory quipped back, but she gave her eldest brother a warm hug as well, then patted Colter on the arm before she left.

Russell shot Colter a playful smirk. “I got the hug.”

Colter rolled his eyes and pointed over to his big pickup truck. 

“Just get in the car, please.”

You had to smile at all their sibling teasing. It reminded you of how you and Charlie used to cut up, when things were good. On your way down the driveway, you hesitated by the Chevy Chevelle parked next to your own car. She was still black and sleek and beautiful.

You happened to glance up, and there was Russell, getting into his brother’s pickup. He winked at you across the driveway. You turned your face to hide your smile (and your blush) as you climbed into your car.

Colter noted the exchange when he buckled up into the driver’s seat. He watched Russell do the same on the passenger side, all while wearing a certain smile on his face. When he noticed how Colter was looking at him, his brows raised.

“What?” said Russell.

“What was that?” Colter asked.

“Nothing.”

“Yeah, right,” Colter chuckled. He began to pull the car out of the driveway after you in your car, so he could follow you. “What, do you two have a thing or something? Is that why she called you before me?”

Russell shrugged, but his smile was telling. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mhmm. Convincing,” Colter said, but his lips tugged upward as well. His good humor diminished though, when he considered the last time he saw his brother. “How’s the arm?”

Russell gave a thumbs up with his left arm—the one that previously had a bullet run through it. It was still healing, even now.

“It’s good,” he said.

“Did you see a doctor?”

“Sure did.”

Riiiight. Another thing Colter wasn’t sure was the truth, but he’d give Russell that one.

“And that unfinished business?” Colter asked.

Russell’s smile faded, but he nodded. “Finished.”

After a moment, Colter nodded as well. 

“Okay,” he said. 

Something occured to him then. He paused, and he reached into his pocket. He held up a small, closed pocketknife with a wooden handle, and he gave it back to Russell. It had the man's name carved on the side.

Russell's smile returned as he flipped the old keepsake through his fingers.

"Thanks for keeping it safe for me," he said.

Colter smiled back. "Thanks for trusting me with it."

Colter parked next to you at the museum. It was closed, but the security guard, Jimmy, did know your brother. 

“I haven’t seen Charlie since he quit last week,” Jimmy claimed.

“He quit?” you said. “They told me he just never came back.”

“Yeah, well, same thing,” he said.

The front doors of the museum opened, and out came Dr. Feinman, your former boss, and the Head Manager. You left Jimmy’s questioning up to Russell and Colter with a meaningful look, and you went to intercept Feinman.

“Hi, sir, how’re you doing?” you asked. Your name fell from his lips in surprise. 

“My dear, it’s good to see you, but why are you here after hours?” he asked, his British accent lilting.

“I’m trying to find Charlie. He’s been missing, well, officially for about a week,” you said. “I was actually surprised to see you here so late.”

The man cleared his throat. He smoothed a hand over his tie and suit jacket.

“Yes, well, we could’ve used Charlie’s help. We’ve had to double our security efforts,” he said. “We’re currently dealing with a sensitive issue, so the museum will be closed until it is resolved.”

“You’re doubling your security efforts… Was something stolen?” you asked. 

Feinman clearly didn’t want to tell you this, but you knew you’d hit the nail on the head by the look on his face.

“Please, keep that information to yourself,” he said. 

“What was stolen?” you asked in concern. 

“I’m afraid I cannot disclose that information. Not even for you, dear,” he said. “I do hope you find your brother though.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that, and as a matter of fact,” you began, but Feinman waved an apologetic hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’m in a terrible rush just now. But call my office tomorrow and Brenda will help you with whatever you may need,” he said. “Good evening.”

“Wait, Dr. Feinman,” you tried, but he was already breezing past you and heading toward his Mercedes in the parking lot.

Meanwhile, Colter and Russell weren’t having much better luck with Jimmy. 

“Look, I really don’t know where Charlie is,” he said. “Haven’t seen or heard from him since he took off.”

“He said you connected him with someone who could give him some work on the sly,” Russell said, leveling a hand at the man’s chest. “Who did you connect him with, and what kind of work are we talking?”

Jimmy blew out a breath, like this was really inconveniencing his day. (Or night, at this point.)

“What, you’ve got somewhere to be?” Colter said. “You’re getting paid to stand right here, and we have no problem sharing your shift all night. You might as well just tell us what we want to know.”

Jimmy rubbed the back of his neck in annoyance.

“All right,” he snapped. “I hooked him up with this guy I knew through a mutual acquaintance, who just needed some muscle. I guess you could call it private security.”

“A mutual acquaintance?” Colter repeated. 

“What’re you, James Bond? Who did you connect him with?” Russell pressed.

Jimmy was reluctant to talk. You came back over to join them, and the security guard became even more tight-lipped.

“You guys should go. I don’t have to talk to you, and I’ve got a job to do,” he said.

When he tried to continue his patrol around the museum, you stepped deliberately in his way. You didn’t have the patience for this, and you would no longer be a doormat, letting the Goldsteins and the Feinmans of this world push past you.

“Look, Jimmy, if you don’t give us something we can go on to find my brother, you know where I’m going to go?” you asked. But you spoke before he could respond. “To the police. And your name is the only one I have to give them. Now, if you don’t want that to be you, then give me a different name.”

Jimmy looked down at you, and then over at your intimidating shadows, Russell and Colter. Jimmy sighed.

“Eddie,” he gave, finally.

Russell raised his hands, as if to say, Is that it?

“What, Eddie Vedder? Eddie who? Come on,” Russell said.

“Eddie Mendez,” Jimmy replied in a lowered voice. “I don’t know where he lives. I don’t have his number. And that 'mutual acquaintance' is doing some time in lockup. But Eddie hangs out at a bar called Howley’s.”

You and Russell shared a meaningful look at that. You turned back to Jimmy. 

“Okay. What was stolen here at the museum?” you said. “That’s why it’s been closed, right?” 

“I don’t know,” Jimmy said. “I wasn’t on shift, and Dr. Feinman keeps a tight lid on that kind of thing.”

“We’ll need to get into his office then,” Colter said. 

You blinked wider at Colter. Wait, was he really suggesting you guys break into the museum?

Jimmy pointed to the black device attached to the ceiling above them. 

“See the cameras?” he said. “That's not happening on my dime.”

Colter looked up, and he saw the cameras strategically installed across the front of the museum. 

“Then take us where the cameras don’t see,” he said.

You, Colter, and Russell were able to break into the museum via a storage unit door, thanks to Jimmy’s texted instructions. You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this, but it was for Charlie, you reminded yourself.

You remembered where to find Feinman’s office. You paid for a lot of your undergrad expenses, namely your books and tuition, by working full-time as an office assistant here, and the occasional tour guide. 

You led them to the room where the inventory records were kept. Colter gave you his gloves so you didn’t leave prints, and you were able to pinpoint what was labelled as missing from the latest shipment. 

“Oh great,” you muttered. 

“What was taken?” Colter asked.

“A collection of Native American weapons. Dated almost eight hundred years old,” you said, shaking your head. “The collection is valued at $1.5 million dollars.”

Russell and Colter shared a look. 

“That’s some big motive,” Russell said. 

“When did they go missing?” Colter asked. 

“Almost two weeks ago,” you said. Your brows furrowed the more you read, as you realized something. “Just a few days before Charlie left the museum…” 

The timing wasn’t lost on anyone. But if Charlie was a suspect, Feinman hadn’t let on to that at all. You checked the exact date the artifacts went missing again: a Tuesday night. Charlie didn’t typically work on Mondays or Tuesdays, you realized. And he’d left after the artifacts went missing. So maybe they hadn’t thought to question him yet. One small blessing.  

You sighed. With that information gathered, the three of you put back everything you uncovered and left the building the same way you came in. Jimmy was nowhere in sight, probably patrolling the other end of the museum on purpose.

When you all made it back to the parking lot, you turned to Colter and Russell.

“Okay, what’s next?” you asked. “Howley’s right? To find Eddie.”

“Actually, I think it’s best Russell and I take it from here,” Colter said. “We don’t know what kind of character Eddie Mendez is, but from how reluctant Jimmy was to tell us, it doesn’t sound good.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but Russell drew closer and touched your arm. You could see in his face that he agreed with his brother, even though he hadn’t said anything yet.

“Look, you’ve been a huge help,” he said. “But let us work on this, okay? We’ll call you when we find something.”

Still, your lips pursed. “Russell, he’s my brother.”

“I know. Punching out drunks is one thing, but this might be a little different,” he said, grasping your arms gently. “Will you give me some peace of mind, knowing you’re home safe?”

He brushed one of his thumbs along your skin. Already you had goosebumps. From the cold chill on the air, or from him, you weren’t sure. But that simple touch, along with his earnest, imploring gaze broke you down.

“All right. I get it. I’m not the Special Ops guy,” you said. “But call me afterward so I know how it went.”

“Okay, will do,” Russell agreed. He let you go so you could go to your car. You shot the brothers one last look before you climbed in and peeled out of the parking lot.

Russell expelled a sigh of relief. He got into the passenger side of his brother’s pickup while Colter started it up.

Thanks to the late hour, and how little traffic there was on the road, it didn’t take you long to get home.

You’d debated whether you should just go to Howley’s anyway, but you didn’t want to get in the way, or make Russell worry for that matter. You smiled, despite yourself.

His touch had tingled across your arms, and whenever he absently laid a hand on the small of your back, supportive or guiding.

Thinking about him just made your heart ache. Because after this was over, he’d be gone again—on a new mysterious job, perhaps on the other side of the world.

You’d been regretting how you left things with him at the bar for months, but now you were glad you hadn’t gone any further with him that night. Your heart was too easily ensnared, it seemed, and Russell didn’t seem to be a “strings attached” kind of guy.

When you parked in front of your house, you let out a tense breath. Russell and Colter would find Charlie. You believed in them. You just hoped your brother was all right, wherever he was.

You pulled your cell out of your purse to call Dory as you headed for the front door. You wanted to give her an update and let her know that you were back at home.

The call began to ring just as you slipped your key into the lock. Unfortunately, you never got a chance to open it.

A strong pair of arms wrapped around you from behind and yanked you back, and a firm hand over your mouth smothered your scream.

AN: 🫣 *Whispers* Sorryyy. But hey! What did you think of the reader's reunion with Russell, as well as the little Shaw Family Reunion? Plus, we got a bit of the reader working with Russell and Colter on the case.

Now, the real timer starts...

Next Time:

You were led into what sounded like a warehouse. You couldn’t know for sure with this musty bag over your head and your wrists bound together with zip ties, but you clenched your teeth and tried to stop sniffling. Your fear made your heart pump fast and loud in your ears.

Voices echoed around you, arguing, yelling about shipments. You were shoved hard to the ground, and you gasped, instinctively throwing your hands out when your knees hit the hard cement. 

“No…” 

That voice was all too familiar. 

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[thefirstknife]

Some lore tabs that killed me dead and I'll never recover from them. Seasonal gauntlets are about Zavala realising and coming to terms with the fact that he is mortal and has mortal pains. Also, finally, the full confirmation that Guardians resume aging when they lose their Light:

He moved his chair back and considered his knee. What had he done to hurt it? He had not exercised yet, he had not gone on his usual patrol… he had done nothing. Why would a knee hurt from doing nothing? The riddle dissolved. He was starting to age.

But also:

He allows a hand to rest on his aching knee. To venerate it. He feels it solid under his palm. It is his, it is real, it is both portentous and precious. He is aging. He will age. An absurd and joyous thought warms in his chest: how fortunate, to have lived long enough to grow old. How invaluable, to make the space between himself and the horizon matter. How much time is left? And is it best spent with his knees under a desk?

Genuinely crying over this. How fortunate to live long enough to grow old. Man. Also at the end he asks for a break for one week and Ikora offers him two weeks.

The next one just... I have no words. It has to be read in full. It's about Saint going through it, having memories of his past and also dealing with the guilt with what's happening to Mithrax. Truly every sentence in this one is a gutpunch all the way to the end. Excerpts:

The hum of activity was overpowering yet reassuring to Saint-14 as he stopped to watch an older Eliksni expertly weave fabric on a well-worn loom. The woven symbols were unique and unfamiliar to the Exo, but he watched in awe as an iridescent glow emerged within the vibrant cerulean cloth. Fit for a Kell, Saint mused to himself— Breath caught in his throat; hands shook— Flashes of memory echoed in his mind. All he could feel in this moment… was shame.

Saint remembering his crimes against the Eliksni and feeling shame.

He hurried past the weaver and through the crowd, landing squarely in front of a tea stand, a sample placed in his hand before he could open his mouth to refuse. He looked down. The opaque liquid steamed in his cup, pungent and medicinal. Like distilled Darkness, Saint realized— Breath caught in his throat; hands shook— Flashes of memory filled his sight. All he could feel in this moment… was sadness.

Tea reminded him of all the stuff with Osiris and he is not processing it well. I say excerpts but I have to put the rest entirely because like. Okay.

Saint placed his favorite keepsake, a small stuffed bear, on the Kell's throne. Gently, he adjusted the lavender ribbon at its neck; the crisp satin sat in stark contrast to the bear's hazy black eyes, to its slightly worn ear and well-loved fur. A gift, once a comfort to a child of the City. A gift, once a comfort to Saint in the face of loss, in the face of— Breath caught in his throat; hands shook— Flashes of memory swelled in his heart. Osiris. His strong laugh. His deep, soulful eyes. The warmth of his smile. Of his touch. Memories of comfort, but all he could feel in this moment… was guilt. Intense and overwhelming, like daggers cutting through him, sharpness bleeding through sweetness. Saint breathed deeply and stared at the medical equipment around the empty throne before him. "The cost of my joy," Saint whispered, and he wept.

He has a teddy bear. He once gave it to a child, but someone returned it to him when he was grieving about Osiris, to comfort him, and he'd kept it. And he put it on Mithrax's throne because he feels guilt that Mithrax is suffering because he helped him and Osiris.

I'm ending it all.

[legendofmorons]

Heated (Warriors)

Pairing: warriors x reader

Rating: G

Summary: while arguing with Warriors about his self care you accidentally comfess

Warnings: None

Other: If I missed anything, let me know

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You really don't have time to be doing this- but no one else seems able to get through to Warriors quite like you do. Time comes close- but the only time that Warriors really quits working is after you talk to him - or when his body shuts down.

So yeah, you're here sitting opposite of the knight with a frown.

"Seriously, Wars, you gotta take a break."

"I can't afford that!"

"You're pushing so hard your body is gonna shut down soon."

"I don't care!"

"I do."

Warriors looks up from his scribbled handwriting on the pages of a notebook. Blue eyes narrowed. "Then stop!"

"If it were that easy, you'd stop overworking yourself!" You snap back, ready to see of grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him would help.

(It probably wouldn't. )

You love a very stubborn man, after all. As stubborn and self sacraficing as he he kin and smart.

How infuriating.

Warriors just rolls his eyes, "I've already told you I can. I'm trying to figure out how to protect all of us!"

"Becuase falling down in exhaustion mid battle is great."

"I'm doing this to help us!"

"How is pushing yourself beyond function helping us?!" You demand, rage warming your cheeks and stomach.

"I'm just trying-"

"To give us a heart attack?!"

"Listeb to me would you?"

"No, because you don't listen to anyone!" You say, clenching your fists in anger. "And I think it's a wonder I can love you this much with how stubborn and reckless you can be!"

Warriors stops short, staring at you with the widest eyes you've ever seen. His jaw falls open before he shuts it.

"Becuase you are the most stubborn, stupid man I've ever mat! And I still love you, and it hurts to watch you do this!"

"You- love me?"

"Yes! And it's not like it matters because you're smart, funny, and kind, and you're a good man! And it's not like I stand a chance either!"

"(Y/n)."

"And even through all of that, you must want to give me a heart attack! You're always overworking yourself!"

"(Y/n)!"

"And I can't keep doing this! I can't keep watching you hurt yourself for other people! Let someone else help you!"

"(Y/N)!" Warriors yells, finally breaking though your rambling.

"What?!"

"You love me?"

"I-" You really need an put. But lying really isn't a good idea either. Fuck.

"Did I misunderstand?"

"No... I love you."

"Oh..."

"I meant everything, I can't keep watching you break yourself when other people are willing and able to help you."

"I... I'm sorry."

"It's fine... I think I've gotten my point across. I'm- going to bed."

"Wait- please. Just- I..." Warriors always thinks himself good with words, only to lose them when it matters most.

"Yes?" You ask, and even he can see the wall you're building between him.

"I feel the same. About you- I-" He takes a deep breath and bites the bullet, "I love you. Too. I love you, too."

You blink at him. Something shatters in your brain. Maybe it's your self restraint maybe it's your shame.

But whatever it is allows you to walk towards him.

Once yourself beside his chair, you tilt his head up towards you before leaning down and placid a soft kiss on his lips. Awkward but defined worth it.

When you pull away Warriors has the dopiest smile on his face.

Well. You've certainly convinced him to take a break.

He pushes his chair out before standing. Still smiling all too sappy.

"Is there anything you need to do?" He asks.

"Just eat. Come on, Wild said he'd save us some dinner."

"Perfect."

[cassiesdevblog]

Pyo as... Adaptation? Homage? Clone? Thing?

Hey paisanos! I've been doin a lot of work lately helping @zombielesbean finish up their project Grey Area, and I wanna write up a big post about my contributions (including a really big exciting secret one!) once that's done, but the original warioware just hit the switch and with that comes Pyoro >:3

If you don't know about Pyoro, you can get the gist by watching a little bit of this epic video:

Of course, Pyoro on switch means I've got my game Pyo on the mind too. I mean, they are...

...similar games... 'w';

So similar that sometimes I worry Wario is gonna come to my house and beat the tar outta me. Wario, if you're reading this, I can explain

In 2020, when I finally found out you could download DSiware games on the 3DS--not for long tho :')--I immediately remembered a game I had on my DSi as a kid: Bird & Beans, a standalone version of Pyoro (and Pyoro 2!) with 50% more floor space to maneuver in. I bought it and absolutely fell in love with it! It became a sort of hyperfixation of mine for a little while, and so naturally, as one does, I started thinking "alright, but what if this was a platformer?"

See, I think arcade games and platformers mix really well. Platforming is often fun to do all on its own, and a lot of arcade games have sort of non-linear goals. It's a great combination if you wanna break platforming gameplay out of the usual get-from-A-to-B design, which is something I'm always wanting to do. Shoutout to any good boss in a platformer btw

One thing leading to another

So my immediate thought was like, what if you could just jump up there and pop the beans yourself? You could bounce off of them and get a combo going!

And so, if the beans themselves hitting your head is no longer a hazard, naturally the pits they create should be how you lose the game. In Pyoro they're functionally walls, but in a platformer that doesn't even make sense

But wait, if you pop beans just by touching them, can't you stand in one place forever and the ground under your feet will be safe for eternity? Ok, there'll be a special, extra dangerous flavor of bean that sends explosions left and right when it hits the bottom of the screen

As you can see, a lot of the game's design just flowed naturally from solving the problems caused by turning it into a platformer. Just by changing these few things, the game is already pretty distinct from its inspiration, but I took it a little further

Taking advantage of the genre

Beyond just patching holes in the design caused by that one change, I wanted to change other things in order to better take advantage of the focus on platforming

This is where @bisthefairy comes in. While ground in Pyoro is restored by eating a white bean to summon an angel to fill in nearby holes for you, I wanted to encourage the player to use platforming to get high up on the screen. I also wanted ground to be stackable, because that could spice up the platforming and even lead to unique, creative strategies

This led to the idea of having something like the angels from Pyoro flying around up high, so you'd have to bounce up there to get them to drop their block, pit or no pit. I gave the role to my friend Bis since they're small and they fly around

This desire to get the player to bounce up high also led to the creation of the worst feature in the game, the "clear line," which was quickly cut. As you'd rack up a big combo, a horizontal line would start rising up from the bottom of the screen. If you fell below it, it'd kill your combo and clear all the beans off the screen. 0/10. Having to play on half the screen and barely having time to react to incoming beans suckssss

Seriously. One of the worst aspects of Pyoro is that you get huge score for nabbing a bean right as it comes onscreen, so the best strat is to just keep spamming your tongue out hoping to get lucky. No idea why I thought making you play near the top was wise. The best interactions happen near the ground anyway, where you can skid and bonk into blocks

Also, stripes!

Not sure if this counts as a connection between the two games, but I feel like it's also worth mentioning a very indirect source of inspiration: the color banding on the sky in Pyoro. See, in Pyoro, the screen is divided into horizontal slices, and eating a bean from a higher slice gets you more points. I remember thinking the color banding on the sky should indicate the different slices, but it just doesn't! I think that put the idea of stripes conveying information in my head though, and that's probably unconsciously where Pyo's distinctive pit-indicating stripes come from

So, will Wario harm me?

Well, I got pretty bold using a bird and some "beans" in my game. I could have used the classic trope of a horse and some babies. Honestly, I used a bird and beans because I was sketching up ideas for the game and really liked Margie as soon as I drew her, and I liked the beans too much not to use them

"What about the name?" I hear you say, complaining you've not been able to tell which game I'm talking about this whole time. Well, I found the "Pyo" part of "Pyoro" really satisfying to say, so I put it in as a placeholder name, intending to change it later. Then I decided the sound of that syllable was so satisfying that Margie should say it every time she pops a bean, and by then it had grown on me so much I, once again, couldn't resist. It's all ok though, because baby chickens say "pío" in Spanish, and Margie is a chicken!

Well, I've baited some mouse traps with garlic just to be safe, but honestly, I think Pyo stands on its own two talons

Its inspiration is extremely obvious, but I think everyone agrees that, after the first passing glance, it has an identity all its own, in terms of both gameplay and presentation. I might even say it surpasses Pyoro in a few aspec--Oh fuck guys he's here

[hostilemuppet]

What were your favorite plot lines other than the egg one?

Ohoho... my absolute favourite part of the dream amp was the character awesamdude, my favourite plotline was anything he was involved in! As I mentioned before he was a big part of the egg arc, and what happened to him in there effected everything else about him (a fact which people who hated sam REFUSED to acknowledge 🙃). He was by far the most interesting and compelling character in the entire server to me and every story he touched turned to gold. If I said everything he ever did we'd be here all day so im gonna give a basic rundown on SOME key events (not necessarily in chronogical order but what I think will make the most sense to someone who has no idea wtf I'm talking about):

Sam, along with badboyhalo and antfrost (and later skeppy) form the badlands, a faction that is "neutral" on the current war and aims to play both sides so they can eventually swoop in and gain complete control. Despite this, they mostly just got into mild mischief, and I think of them more as Saturday cartoon villains. They were the best of friends

Sam (insane with redstone, possibly the best on the server) is hired by dream to build a prison, but isn't told who the prisoner will be. Hes told to make it inescapable, and he succeeds. Every attempt Sam makes towards having the prison be at all humane is shit down by dream, under the guise of "safety concerns"

The disc war ends, and dream loses and is put in the prison he commissioned. Sam becomes the warden. He sacrifices his humanity to keep the servers #1 threat in captivity

Sam still finds the time to befriend Tommy, dreams main victim, and really starts to feel close to him. He builds for him, bc thats what Sam does when he feels close to someone. He builds. He buds and gives them pumpkin pie

Badboyhalo discovers the egg. Sam watches as the people closest to him succumb to an eldritch horror that he was always terrified of, even when the others said it was cool or pretty. He did his best to save them, but he's only one man... all he can do is stay their friends, even if they're acting weird

Sam is imprisoned in a tiny cage above the egg by who he thought were his friends. It was an IRL 14 hours but said by Sam to be a lot longer, I think he said at least 32 hours. The egg took and dissolved his things, his armour. His flesh started falling off. He has to eat it to stop himself from starving to death. The first machines he built on the server were so he could make pumpkin pie, to give to people, and he was being starved. He was rescued by Tommy and puffy, who didn't take him seriously, even when he gave no reaction to standing on hot magma or when he nearly drowned on the swim back. They brought him back to his base (his secret base. Hidden. So no one could hurt him, or his dog) which was now full of the eggs vines. Puffy cleared it out, but Sam said to leave a little. Its not hurting anyone when its this small. He asked them to mine a hole in the wall, so he can sit there in the dark with his dog. They left him there. He did not have a pickaxe

Tommy visits dream in prison. There is a security breach. Tommy has to stay in the cell. He begs to come out, and Sam REALLY wants to let him out, but he can't. If he lets Tommy out, he could let dream out. If dream gets out, everyone else on the server will die. Every player, every pet, every building will be gone. Sam can't let that happen, no matter how much it hurts. He lives by the trolly problem. The needs of the many outweigh the needs if the few. He leaves Tommy in there

Dream kills tommy

Sam builds a house on an island, far away. At first, it looks peaceful. He has a small cabin, a couple animals, its cute.

Quackity encourages sam to let him kill dream, now that Tommy's dead. He works sam up into a frenzy, gets him excited about doing to dream what he did to Tommy, the torture, the MURDER. Sam reveals to quackity there's more to his "vacation home"; he has a storage room for his armour and weapons, because he can't go without.nlt after everything

Sam chickens out. He can't let quackity kill dream. Dream is the only one who can bring people back to life, ots the whole reason they put him in prison in the first place! If they kill him now, it'll all be for nothing... its not what Tommy would want. But Tommy is fucking dead.

Dream revives tommy

Quackity encourages sam to let him torture dream, until he gives up the secrets to resurrection. Sam agrees. This is one of the aspects of sams character used to paint him as irredeemable by dream apologists who conveniently forget that later its established that dream did the exact same thing to get the secret to resurrection in the first place

Quackity encourages sam to put technoblade in prison. Sam agrees, because at this point he'd do basically anything quackity says, for just a crumb of approval, for anyone who sees sam as anything less than a monster

Technoblade breaks out of prison, then comes back for dream because he doesn't know the long list of dreams crimes. During the prison break, sam takes ranboo hostage, since ranboo and dream worked together (ranboo set off tnt and caused the initial security breach that lead to Tommy's death). Dream doesn't react. Sam calls his bluff, and kills ranboo. Dream doesn't care

Techno, tubbo and eret decide they hate sam and need to bring him to justice. Only techno deserved to be mad, even if he should have focused on quackity. Tubbo was mad because sam kidnapped his son, even though Michael was already kidnapped and sam just used him as leverage for ranboo, while the original kidnappers got off scot free. Eret has a history of betraying her allies. And is trying to prove she's one of the good ones again by joining them in taking down the current target

They show up to sams holiday home,, his depression Island. They lock him in the prison. The same cell. He didn't even put up a fight. The whole time, theyre laughing and joking about him starving to death

He does starve. Hes weak, and hanging on by a thread, but dream comes back. And he sees his former captor is trapped here. He torments sam for a week, giving him tiny scraps of food but not enough. He tells sam he let him out if he gives him the keys to the prison. Sam agrees. Dream kills him, his first life lost

And I'm gonna be honest besties. Thats around the time the server started to fall apart. I know sam did one final story stream, but I haven't watched it, bc everyone I know says it was completely out of nowhere and sucked balls

There's a lot i didnt get to go into, like his relationships with hannah ponk and foolish (ponk was his boyfriend. Foolish was also his boyfriend. There was a love triangle that brought out the worst in both Sam and ponk) but ill be honest my arm really hurts from typing. Maybe ill clarify later

[ssj2hindudude]

If the 2nd Gen was petty towards Opal

Opal: And here we have the children of our beloved heroes, the Pandavas, after defeating the faux Narasimha and saving the world! Give it up for the Upapandavas!

Abha: Oh my gods, not this b-word. I really can't do this right now.

Opal: Reincarnation of Abhimanyu, how does it feel leading the new team of heroes?

Abha: Stressful as hell. How does it feel knowing that your next paycheck is gonna match your age?

Opal: Excuse me?

Priya: Yeah, we're exhausted right now, so we're not pulling any punches here. The only reason you even have a career is because of our parents.

Opal: Well that's not-

Abha: Seriously, get out of here. One of us lost his ability to speak and another is losing her memories by the second. We don't need your celebrity bs right now.

Ghata: Hey, it's not that bad! I haven't lost all of them yet!

Opal: How tragic! I'm sure you're um, mothers are worried sick. I would've given them more screentime but they don't really fit our demographic.

Ghata: Why do I suddenly feel like throwing this woman through a wall?

Opal: Ugh, you four are just as barbaric as your parents. Look, I'm here to make sure the public doesn't eat you alive. You're welcome people!

Abha: You are literally the personification of everything bad about the media. You twist facts, throw lives into turmoil, and you're more fake than the Botox holding up your face

Opal: This is the thanks I get for covering you sorry excuses for- hold on.

*turns towards Suru tugging on her dress*

Opal: Yes, what is it?

*Suru clears his throat and inhales*

Suru: IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR FAKE, CHET UBETCHA LOOKIN, J. JONAH JAMESON ACTING, NEVER GONNA GET THE ATTENTION OF THE DEVAS A$$ OUT OF MY SISTERS FACES BEFORE I INJECT YOU WITH MORE POISONS THAN YOUR LAST SURGEON!!!

Everyone: O_o

Opal: I'M GONNA GO WAIT FOR MY HEARING TO COME BACK.

Priya: I don't know who taught you how to do that, but I have never been prouder 🥹

*meanwhile the Potatoes watching at home*

Everyone: ...

Aiden: She gets that from you.

Aru: Yeah, no argument there

Mini: That's my boy! I hope he didn't strain his throat. Oh gods, I better go put some tea on!

Brynne: They did what we never could...this truly is a proud moment...

[iamnicodemus]

As someone who (as you know) knows fuck all about Stranger Things, this fic might be my sign to give it a shot; if the show is half as good as this story was, I know I'll be a very happy binge-watcher indeed. Seriously, this was an incredible read. Had my heart in a vice from start-to-finish (in the best possible way).

Hospital hallways had a knack for looking and feeling like the perfect setting for a horror movie, especially on nights like these, where said hallways were mostly empty. It was a good thing, for a hospital not to be crowded, but with the cold air, the white walls and tiles, the lonely chairs beside the snack machine, and the only company in sight being the receptionist; your skin was constantly crawling with goosebumps.

Starting us off with a very effective scene-setter. Definitely can see where she's coming from with the horror vibes lol.

Steve Harrington walking through the hospital doors, the bright artificial lights illuminating his beat-up face. One of his eyes was swollen and there was a good amount of blood on his cheek, lips, and nose, his knuckles were bruised as well and he walked with hunched shoulders. You never expected to see Steve trying to make himself look smaller.

Sheesh, hope he gave as good as he got 😬

Steve and you weren’t friends, maybe it would be a stretch to even say you were colleagues. 

Oh just you wait 😏

Your voice held an overly dramatic tone for a promise you didn’t believe in. But for some reason, you wanted him to believe it. You wanted him to believe in a reality where hearts didn’t get broken and stomped over.

I adore this sentiment. Even if it holds no weight with her, the fact that she wants him to believe it is the sweetest thing.

a whispered comment here, a mocking laugh there, and soon everyone was aware that Nancy dumped Steve.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Steve hated how his voice broke, but he was so damn grateful that you were there; otherwise, he’d be on his own, and that’s the last thing he wanted right now. You’d never heard him sound so defeated. He had a hand over his eyes, breathing erratic. You wondered if this was his first heartbreak.

Aww man 🥺his heartbreak over losing Nancy is so painfully well-written. The tightness in his chest, the weakening voice, the tears- ugh.

“I think she doesn’t love me anymore.” You turned to him slowly. The pain was evident in his voice, eyes downcast and you saw the outline of his lower lip trembling. You wanted to reach out, but didn’t. “I’m starting to think that… maybe she never did love me.” He shrugged, trying to play off his pain.

Fuuuuuck💔

Steve stopped in front of you, cheeks scraped and beaten, blood smudged under his nose, and bruises already forming under the floral bandaid he had on his forehead. 

Steve, my man, I'm gonna need you to duck and weave a little better from now on, a'ight brother? We can't keep doing this 🤣

Heart probably ripped in half, hair messier than ever, dark circles under his eyes, crimson red blood taking up most of his skin as a telltale of what you could only imagine was a reckless act of courage, and still, he held onto a tiny smile for you. The affection you developed for him made your heart thunder and bleed.

She's so sweet on him 🥺 I loved this scene. After the heartbreak he's been through, seeing the little seeds of their romance start to take off was a lovely reprieve <3

You didn’t do dates, you didn’t like the idea of letting people close enough to ask you on them. Steve should know that too, he’s had his heart broken too.

ohhhh I'm sensing some more angst in the near future :o

Raising her hands in mock surrender, Robin chuckled; “sorry loverboy, you were practically eating her with your eyes, so I assumed-” “Was not,” Steve grumbled. “-that she was the 'beautiful girl who helps at the hospital and cared for me once and now I’m head over heels in love with her’.” Robin finished with a smug grin, leaning back on the wall behind her.

Robin seems like a gem 😂

Talking with Steve was easy; and there wasn’t a day where he couldn’t pull a smile out of you, as miserable as you might be, he made you happy. And every time, in the few minutes just before you walked out your door, knowing that he would be there, outside waiting for you, your stomach would flutter and your skin would feel hot, even more so after he touched you.

Blushing, giggling, kicking my feet-

For when something is real, it can hurt you. You pulled your hand away from his with a gulp, shoulders growing tense as you curled in on yourself a little.

Oh no.

The look he gave you squeezed your heart painfully. You looked away. “I- I’m sorry, Steve. I- we can’t.”

Please, don't do this-

“Steve, stop.” You snapped, harsher than you wanted to. Your palms were flush against the table as so to ground yourself, and the outline of Steve’s lips started to get blurry in your vision. You bit back the tears. He could only look at you, those gentle eyes of his so confused, tilting his head to the side as a puppy would.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

damn it, we were so close 😭

Esther, how could you

You mustered up the courage to go see him when fireworks were painting the sky in a multitude of colors on the 4th of July. You would apologize, you would hold his hands and kiss him senseless if he let you.

YES PLEASE

But you never got to do it.

SHIT

“Oh, you won’t have to tell me again because I’ll-” Before you could get yourself arrested, a familiar voice interrupted you.

oh she's fr about to start boxing the authorities to get to her man 😭she's a keeper

The hug was as desperate as you felt since your mother called you earlier, you clutched at Steve’s shoulders and buried your head on his neck; feeling the warmth of his body against yours, because he was alive, and he was okay, and he was here.

Their reunion was everything it needed to be and more. God, her distress leading up to it was palpable. And the relief when she realizes he's okay (if a bit worse for wear, but what else is knew?)-

“What happened to you?”  “The mall burned down.” You sighed, tilting your head to try and catch his gaze. “Did the mall also beat you up while it was burning down?”

I wouldn't be surprised at this point. Every other corner of his life seems to

Steve would happily drown in your comfort.

As would I, and reading through this story, it rather felt like I did 💓

“A while ago, before we met, I trusted someone,” you glanced out his window as you recalled it, “and they broke that trust, they- they used me. Got what they wanted and then just… vanished. It made me feel like a trophy, for a game, the ones that get discarded right after it ends.”

They must be out of their goddamn minds then. Fuck em; Steve would never

With a hand behind your head, Steve pulled you into a kiss, one that you both melted into, clinging to each other as if this was your last day on earth together. Your hands made a mess of his hair and his arms closed around your waist as he pulled you impossibly closer.

God, this kiss feels so earned. I love them. I love every bit of this story and what it took to get here. They deserve the whole world ❣️

This was amazing. I'm so glad it was brought to my attention. Splendid work <3

cross my heart (and hope to die)

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Every time Steve gets hurt, you're there to help pick up the pieces; you just weren't expecting him to fall for you in the process.

A/N: Steve my beloved &lt;3. Hope you guys like this one, it started as one thing and took a massive turn as I was writing it, anyway, I think it turned out good? Let me know. Any flashbacks are in italics.

Word count: 8,9k

Masterlist

Hospital hallways had a knack for looking and feeling like the perfect setting for a horror movie, especially on nights like these, where said hallways were mostly empty. It was a good thing, for a hospital not to be crowded, but with the cold air, the white walls and tiles, the lonely chairs beside the snack machine, and the only company in sight being the receptionist; your skin was constantly crawling with goosebumps.

Your sneakers were scratching against the recently mopped floor, the pungent smell of disinfectant made you scrunch your nose. It was a bit of a sight, your jeans and red flannel under the white doctor's coat your mother insisted you wore. That's probably why you hardly told people about it.

In your hands, you held two patient records, one for the kid who annoyed the hell out of you, and the other for the old woman who told you all about her cactuses and succulents. As you reached the receptionist's counter, you slid the two papers over to the older woman, who was stacking a few files of her own. "Hey Claire, these are from the ones who got out today."

"Thank you Y/N, tell your mother to come to see me before she leaves okay?"

"Will do." You tapped the counter and were about to turn and leave when the main glass doors were pushed open.

You were greeted with a sight you weren't expecting to see today; Steve Harrington walking through the hospital doors, the bright artificial lights illuminating his beat-up face. One of his eyes was swollen and there was a good amount of blood on his cheek, lips, and nose, his knuckles were bruised as well and he walked with hunched shoulders. You never expected to see Steve trying to make himself look smaller.

And you must be looking at him with quite the face because from one glance at you he quickly averted his eyes, fumbling with the zipper on his jacket as he reached the counter.

You cursed under your breath for your lack of manners, and awkwardly hovered by the end of the counter. Why you stayed? You couldn't tell.

Steve and you weren't friends, maybe it would be a stretch to even say you were colleagues. You shared a few classes with him, had been put together in some group projects but that was about it. He had been enough of a douche lately for you to not pay much attention, or, at least he walked with the kind of people that were massive douches back at school.

Carefully laying his hands on top of the counter, Steve leaned forward, licking his lips before he addressed Claire. "Hi, I was- I was kind of hoping to get this looked at." He vaguely gestured to his face.

Claire looked at him from over her glasses, a frown on her lips from a lifetime of dealing with teenage drama. She nodded, and made quick work of making a patient record for him.

It took maybe a minute, but the silence that engulfed the reception hall of the hospital was heavily awkward. Claire wrote calmly with her pen, you found the stain on your sneakers to be really interesting all of a sudden, and Steve was shuffling in his stance, his fingers tapping the counter in an unsteady rhythm.

"Y/N, will you please?" Claire's voice made you snap your gaze up to her. She was handing you his new record.

"Sure." You nodded, already knowing the routine. You took the paper and forced your gaze to meet the one from the boy next to you.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile. "Follow me."

The room she assigned to Steve was a bit of a walk, and he followed you through the hospital hallways in silence for about twenty seconds.

"I didn't know you worked at a hospital."

You knew it was coming, you saw the curiosity swimming in his eyes. Your lips quirked up slightly. "I volunteer. My mom works here."

Steve's lips parted in a silent 'oh', he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket and walked faster to fall into step beside you. "That's cool."

"I guess, for the most part, it is." You fumbled with the paper in your hands, feeling his eyes on your profile.

"Do you also help in surgeries and stuff?"

You chuckled, "no, I don't. I help with the more simple stuff… Uh- organizing materials, checking in on patients, keeping company, taking them to their rooms." You glanced at him with a smile. Tentative, only to see what kind of person you had in your hands.

And when you were met with a chuckle and a smile of his own, you figured he was more approachable when alone.

Just before reaching the room assigned to him, you passed by a snack machine. Steve's face lit up in a way that reminded you of the little kids you're always escorting around, one hand already fishing for his wallet. "Can I?" He pointed a finger at the old thing.

"Yeah, go ahead." You shrugged, leaning against the wall while he picked what to eat. You selfishly allowed yourself to look at him then. It was no secret that he was handsome, the fact that most of your friends were swooning over him was proof enough, but there was something different about seeing him here and now; alone in a hospital hallway with blood staining his shirt and a gash on his lip that reopened when he smiled as his snack fell from the machine.

He hummed when he took the first bite, closing his eyes momentarily. "You want one too?" He asked with a full mouth.

Your eyebrows shot up at his offer, you almost took too long to answer. "Uh no, I'm good."

The room you took him to was one of the smaller ones, with just one bed, but it had a window and a TV, so that was a plus for him. After telling Steve he could sit on the bed to wait for a proper doctor, you couldn't help but ask; "what happened to you?"

Steve's expression fell, he scoffed and ran a hand through his already messy hair. "Isn't it obvious?"

Technically, it was. Someone beat him up. But who would dare to beat up the king of Hawkins High?

A lone droplet of blood escaped his nose, he was quick to wipe it away with the sleeve of his jacket. "I did something stupid, or at least didn't stop it from happening, and got what I deserved I guess."

You tilted your head with a frown, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you looked at him. "Why'd you do it, the stupid thing?"

"I was angry, and hurt… There's this girl and I…" He sighed, shaking his head. His legs swung back and forth while he picked at the white sheets. "It's stupid."

You would agree, if you two were closer. You would tell him that it's not worth it and he will only end up hurt. You had seen Steve and Nancy Wheeler being cozy together in school earlier this week; you also saw her running off with Jonathan earlier today. It was easy to guess.

"For what's worth," you set his record on the clip at the foot of his bed, "I think she'll come around." Walking backwards to the door you gave him a wink. "And you'll be okay, wounds like that tend to heal pretty fast."

Steve had a lazy smile on his lips, a look in his eyes you couldn't figure out. "Yeah? You promise?"

With one hand on the doorknob, you gave him a cheeky smile of your own. "Cross my heart," you traced an 'x' over your heart, "and hope to die." Your voice held an overly dramatic tone for a promise you didn't believe in. But for some reason, you wanted him to believe it. You wanted him to believe in a reality where hearts didn't get broken and stomped over.

And Steve chuckled again just before you left his room. The somber expression he walked in with was gone, in its place laid newfound hope, and while fragile, it was there.

______

After your encounter with Steve at the hospital, he surprised you by seeking you out at school. You shared a good amount of classes, and given that he stopped being friends with Tommy and Carol overnight, it was only natural for him to stick with you. You were well on your way to call each other friends. He became a constant part of your day over the last months.

And now, on Halloween night, part of you regretted giving him hope with that one promise. Gossip moved fast on a house filled with teens, a whispered comment here, a mocking laugh there, and soon everyone was aware that Nancy dumped Steve.

It was ugly, and that's why you avoided places like these, but someone convinced you to attend this one party;

"So, what are you going as?" Steve asked as he stuffed his books inside his backpack. He sat beside you, as he usually did nowadays.

The classroom was slowly emptying as you got up from your chair, slinging your bag over your shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"Tina's Halloween party, what are you going as?"

You scoffed. As if. "I'm not going to that."

You made to walk past him, but he got up and took hold of your backpack, forcing you to halt on your steps.

"What do you mean you're not going? Of course you're going."

Why he wanted you there so much was beyond you, he had Nancy for christ's sake. You sighed, giving up on trying to brush through the conversation like you'd been doing for the whole week. "Why would I go there? To drink cheap beer in a house full of sweaty and handsy people?"

Steve's hand landed on your elbow, a gentle touch that you were well too aware of. "To have fun, I mean, do you ever get out?"

Your face scrunched up as if he'd insulted you. "I go out."

"Hospital work and school don't count."

You slapped his hand away with a chuckle, ducking your head and walking to the door because the teacher was already giving you a side eye for still being in the empty classroom. "I go out, okay pretty boy? I'm just not a fan of those types of… parties."

Steve fell into step beside you, it was strange how normal it was becoming to have his shoulder bumping into yours as you walked, how his presence became something you missed when he wasn't around. "I know but, it's our last chance at those, right? It'll be fun, just this once. I'll pick up Nance and, if you want, we can pass by your house too."

No one could convince you to go, no one ever did, because you really didn't like going to high school parties. But he managed, maybe it was the crinkle in his eyes when he smiled, or the way his hair fell over his forehead as he skipped in front of you.

"Why do you want me there so badly?" You dared to ask, leaning your back against the brick wall of the school's hallway.

Steve's lips hovered open for a moment in dangerous silence, before he shrugged and averted his gaze. "I just want you to have fun."

"Okay. But I'm not dressing up as anything."

Steve walked out of the bathroom with a tightness on his chest that went all the way up to his throat and made it hard to breathe. Bullshit. Maybe she was right, but it didn't stop the hurting.

He was searching for you amongst the crowd before he even realized it. The party was still going full force, loud music now annoying to his ears as he squeezed his way between the drunk students.

Everyone was looking at him, girls whispering in each other's ears as he walked by. Steve put his sunglasses back on, he knew there were tears pooling on the bottom lid of his eyes and he'd be damned if anyone saw it.

You found him before he found you. He felt your reassuring touch on his black blazer and he knew it was you before he even saw you. He didn't allow himself to think about it.

"Hey," you closed a hand around his wrist, taking his hand felt way too intimate, "you okay?"

It was a dumb question and you cursed yourself for asking it. Comforting people was definitely not your expertise.

Steve ran a hand through his hair, his fingers grasping the ends of it as he sighed.

"Why don't we get out of here? I could use some fresh air." You suggested, because Steve looked like a lost puppy right now, everyone was doing a poor job of pretending not to look at him and you saw Nancy going off with Jonathan just a minute ago.

"Yeah, you're right." Steve hated how his voice broke, but he was so damn grateful that you were there; otherwise, he'd be on his own, and that's the last thing he wanted right now. You guided him to the door and out the house, the cold air outside was welcoming.

The door closed behind you, muffling the music coming from inside the house. There were a few people hanging out on the lawn, but not nearly as much.

Steve stumbled his way to the sidewalk, he took off his glasses and let them fall on the grass. "I'm guessing you already heard about it."

You'd never heard him sound so defeated. He had a hand over his eyes, breathing erratic. You wondered if this was his first heartbreak. "Yeah, I think everyone did."

When he didn't answer, you crouched down to pick up his sunglasses, putting them on top of your head as you walked beside him with a hand extended to him. "Give me your keys."

Steve wiped his eyes before looking at you with a frown. "What?"

And damn him and those big, sad, and gentle eyes of his. "We're getting out of here, come on." You wiggled your fingers, not giving him much room for argument.

Part of you knew it was a dangerous game to play. Caring about him could end badly for your side, and it's not like you were eager to get hurt. But you knew Steve enough to know that he had no one; absent parents, no more asshole friends, and now, no Nancy. It hit you like a ton of bricks that maybe, you were the only person he had left.

You figured that as long as you keep any rogue feelings in control, you'd be fine.

Famous last words.

Despite better judgment, you got into his car with him on the passenger's seat and drove to a place you liked to call peaceful — not before stopping at a convenience store and picking up a cheap bottle of wine.

The playground was deserted at this time of night; thanks to a clear sky, the moon provided some light, along with the street lamps. The place stood on a patch of grass, surrounded by a few trees, and given that it was a little way up, it gave you a good view of a part of Hawkins.

You sat down on one of the swings and waited for Steve to join you. Wine bottle in one hand as the other held onto the rusty chain.

"A playground?" Steve asked, sitting down on the swing beside yours.

You pushed yourself back and forth with your feet, turning your head up to look at the blanket of stars above you. "Mhmm." You hummed. "It can be pretty peaceful without annoying kids running around."

Steve chuckled, and you took it as a win already. He copied your movements, swinging himself lazily. His mind was cluttered, but if it wasn't, he'd know you were right.

Crickets were singing tonight, along with the creaking of the moving swings and the wind rustling leaves from time to time. In front of you, Hawkins was nothing but patches of light in the distance.

Popping open the bottle, you took a sip before passing it to Steve, alcohol burning on your tongue.

He drank it eagerly, taking about three big gulps of the wine.

"Easy there, dude," you giggled, snatching the bottle from him and setting it beside you.

"You come here often?" Steve asked quietly, eyes fixed ahead of him.

"That sounds like a horrible pick-up line." You teased, leaning your head towards him.

Steve felt his cheeks burning, he was glad for the lack of lighting. "I wasn't-"

"I know what you meant," you smiled, averting your gaze from him, "don't worry."

Gripping tighter onto the chain that held up his swing, Steve mumbled; "right."

"I usually come here to relax, or when I have too much on my mind," you glanced down, the tip of your sneakers brushing over the grass, "like I said, it… feels peaceful sometimes."

Steve nodded, pursing his lips. For a long moment he was quiet, and then;

"I think she doesn't love me anymore."

You turned to him slowly. The pain was evident in his voice, eyes downcast and you saw the outline of his lower lip trembling. You wanted to reach out, but didn't.

"I'm starting to think that… maybe she never did love me." He shrugged, trying to play off his pain.

"Don't say that." You uttered.

There was a lump on his throat that Steve gulped down, his knuckles going white around the chains. His words turned to a whisper because if he spoke louder, he'd break. "I think she was mad about what happened to Barbara but…" He sighed, rubbing his eyes with one hand, "whatever, I'll just- just try to make things right I guess."

You frowned at that, it's not like you could do much with the crumbs of information he gave you, but it didn't feel like he should be the one saying sorry. Not the only one at least.

Turns out Steve was more observant than you thought. "You don't think I should do it." He noted, after his gaze landed on you.

You squirmed in your seat, moving your hands up on the chain and giving your body a swing. "I- I think that sometimes… love is not worth the risk." You chanced a look at him, "but that's just me, okay?" You were quick to add. "I think you should do what your heart tells you. What feels right, you know?"

Picking up the bottle of wine, you took a bigger sip this time. Letting the burn of the alcohol wash away the bitter taste of your words.

You passed it to Steve, and when his fingers closed around the bottle, they grazed yours. "Thank you, for being here and all."

Bumping his shoes with yours, you said; "anytime." And you surprised yourself by meaning it.

______

It was odd enough to see Steve walking through the hospital doors with a bloody face once, and you weren't expecting it to happen a second time. But it did.

You were about to go home for the night when you saw his red BMW being parked in the hospital's parking lot. The glass doors shut behind you with a click and you took a couple of steps forward with a frown on your face. Dark clouds, bringing rain most likely, loomed above you in the night sky.

It was dark out, only a few lamps from the parking lot providing light, but you saw Steve stepping out of his car with a bit of difficulty and heaviness to his movements.

He smiled when he saw you standing in front of those doors, the bright interior of the hospital's reception outlining your silhouette, making his sore feet work and carry him to you. If he was being completely honest with himself, it wasn't his plan to come to the hospital, not after the exhausting night he just had. But his hands on the wheel subconsciously turned the street to where he knew you would be.

Steve stopped in front of you, cheeks scraped and beaten, blood smudged under his nose, and bruises already forming under the floral bandaid he had on his forehead. You raised your arms halfway with an incredulous look on your face, "what the hell Harrington? You're even worse than last time."

It wasn't fair for you to be attractive while scolding him. He chuckled, the motion making his probably fractured nose sting. "You can thank Hargrove for that."

The fatigue from the last days was finally catching up with Steve, he closed his eyes with a shaky sigh, feeling as if he was about to pass out; and he must have looked the part too, because the next thing he felt was your hands holding him up and guiding him inside the hospital.

You didn't bother with stopping in the reception to grab him a record, you could worry about that later. Now, you guided him to the closest room available, worry bubbling in your stomach.

"I knew that guy was trouble from the moment he showed up," you grumbled, helping Steve to sit up on the hospital bed, "but why did he… do this to you?" One of your hands remained on his elbow, the other hovering over his bruised cheek as you stood in front of him.

Steve shook his head dismissively, "it's a long story." He couldn't pull his gaze away from you, he wanted to smooth the crease of your eyebrows with his thumb.

You didn't press him into telling you, your fingers brushed over his arm and down to his hand. When your skin touched his, you pulled away. "I'll call a doctor for you." You told him quietly.

Goosebumps erupted on Steve's body, and the thought of you leaving was suddenly unbearable. "You could do it too though, right?"

You turned back to him with a raised eyebrow.

"I mean, it's simple enough?" His hands gripped the edge of the bed as he spoke.

The hospital room was quiet, you could hear the first droplets of rain hitting the roof and then the window behind Steve.

It's just your job, right? It doesn't have to mean anything.

"Sure, I can tidy you up." You walked back to him with a small smile on your lips, opening up the cabinet beside his bed to pick up gauze and antiseptics. "but then I'm calling a doctor to check up on you," when Steve opened his mouth to complain, you added; "no buts."

Raising your hands to the bandaid on his forehead, you asked; "may I?"

Steve could only nod. This is the closest he's ever been to you, and he never noticed how you had tiny freckles over your nose, or how pretty were the bright specks of color on your eyes. He held onto his breath until you removed the bandaid and pulled away from him.

Soaking a gauze with antiseptic, you raised a hand to Steve's hair and held it away from the bruise on his forehead while you cleaned it. The brown strands were soft under your touch, you wanted to run your fingers through them.

"Have you worked things out with Nancy?" You asked out of curiosity, mostly.

Steve averted his gaze from you, squirming on his seat until you mumbled a "stay still" for him. "Sort of, yeah." He sighed. "We uh- we're not together anymore."

You stopped your work to look at him properly.

Heart probably ripped in half, hair messier than ever, dark circles under his eyes, crimson red blood taking up most of his skin as a telltale of what you could only imagine was a reckless act of courage, and still, he held onto a tiny smile for you. The affection you developed for him made your heart thunder and bleed.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I didn't mean-"

"It's okay," he was quick to ease your worries, his eyes glistening under the artificial lights, "really, it's… it's better this way."

The once white gauze on your hand had now a pink color to it, you threw it aside and picked a new one. Busying yourself longer than necessary with the bottle of antiseptic, you said; "you deserve someone who loves and cares about you the same way you do for them, Steve."

You chanced a quick glance at his eyes, biting the inside of your cheek when you found him looking back at you. Clearing your throat, you took hold of his jaw and cleaned the blood under his nose.

You felt the way his cheeks moved under your touch when he smiled, felt the way he played and tugged at the ends of your jacket, keeping you there with him.

And you could worry about the butterflies in your stomach later. For now, all you cared about was patching him up and making sure to ease his pain, if not emotional, at least physical.

______

In the months that followed, you and Steve grew even closer, being each other's only constant in life. You two were attached to the hip to the point where in the last weeks of school, your friends had to get used to the fact that, wherever one went, the other followed.

But things shifted once you graduated and the safety blanket of going to school — of having that excuse to always be with him — was taken away.

And it's not like you were avoiding Steve, not at all. It was only natural that, after you both graduated, you'd see each other a little less.

He found a job at the new mall, and you were taking a few extra shifts helping out at the hospital. And that was all there was to it.

Sometimes, Steve called you and asked if you wanted to spend some time by the playground after the sun was down.

Every few days, you stopped by at Starcourt to see him.

You saw each other less — going from being together practically every day, to now only two or three times a week — certainly not for lack of trying on Steve's part. But the routine was safe.

Last night, he bought a bottle of wine for you to share at the playground. He made you laugh as he pushed you on the swing and you made him sing loudly with you over the radio on the way back to your home. And before you could exit his car, he took your hand;

The skin of his hand against yours was softer than you thought it'd be, a bit calloused, but still soft. You were closing your fingers around his before you could think it through.

"I was thinking, maybe you could stop by the mall tomorrow?" Steve asked, his voice shy in a way that you hadn't heard yet. His eyes were focused on your hands over the center console.

He didn't leave much room for you to answer before continuing; "I'll be working but, we could grab some ice cream on my break. You know, hang out, or whatever." He shook his head as if it was no big deal. His bumping knee and white knuckles around the wheel told otherwise.

You didn't do dates, you didn't like the idea of letting people close enough to ask you on them. Steve should know that too, he's had his heart broken too.

But he never said it would be a date. "Ice cream does sound tempting," you mused with a smile.

"It's the best in town." Steve teased, looking up at you the same way he did when you first got into his car tonight. If you didn't know better, you'd call it love.

You chuckled, incapable of saying no even if you wanted to. "Yeah, okay."

"Really?" His eyebrows shot up, the grip he had on your hand squeezing lightly.

"Cross my heart for you, pretty boy."

In some sense, Starcourt felt like its own little world. The atmosphere changed once you walked through those doors. Bright colors and even brighter neon signs for a multitude of stores, plus the overwhelming crowd were quite the contrast with the rest of Hawkins.

Scoops Ahoy was easier on the eyes, particularly because of the boy with the dorky sailor outfit behind the counter.

Early weekdays were slow, Steve was leaning over the counter, mindlessly flipping through a magazine while twirling his hat with the other hand.

"Hey, sailor." You smirked.

He beamed when he saw you, throwing the magazine to the side promptly. "Hey, you came."

You frowned, faking offense and leaning both your hands on the counter. "Of course I did, I love ice cream."

"Ouch," Steve mumbled with the ghost of a smile. "I have my break in about ten minutes, if you wanna pick a table." His gaze moved around the parlor, with only you and him, and an elderly couple sharing a bowl of ice cream on one of the tables.

With a nod, your lips titled up in a smile that was reserved for him only, "surprise me." You glanced at the many ice cream flavors beside him and walked away to find a table.

"Is that the girl you've been talking my ear off about?"

Robin's sudden voice just about made Steve jump out of his skin. He put a hand over his racing heart whilst the other clutched his sailor's hat, shooting a worried look in your direction to make sure you didn't hear it. "Jesus Buckley, keep it down will you?"

Raising her hands in mock surrender, Robin chuckled; "sorry loverboy, you were practically eating her with your eyes, so I assumed-"

"Was not," Steve grumbled.

"-that she was the 'beautiful girl who helps at the hospital and cared for me once and now I'm head over heels in love with her'." Robin finished with a smug grin, leaning back on the wall behind her.

If Steve's frown was anything to go by, he was not amused. "You done?" He had an evident blush on his cheeks as he avoided Robin's stare and tossed aside his hat, picking up two bowls for the ice cream.

Robin chuckled, "hey I didn't mean it as something bad, for what's worth, I think she might like you too."

Just the thought of it made Steve's heart do somersaults inside his chest. He pursed his lips, twirling his scoop on his hand.

"You should ask her out on a proper date," Robin suggested.

Steve shook his head, looking down at the ice cream flavors in front of him as if they'd have an answer for his feelings. "It's not that simple, she's… she's different. We're different. I don't wanna mess it up." He sighed, voice losing its volume as he spoke. Robin had never heard him sound so insecure.

Six minutes after you sat down at the table by the wall, an ice cream bowl was set in front of you, with your favorite flavor.

You looked up at Steve with a smile already on your lips.

He smirked back. Blue, white and red complimenting his features. Of course he could put on a sailor's uniform and look handsome in it. He sat down in front of you, with a bowl of ice cream of his own in his hands.

"You remembered," you said quietly, nose scrunching because of your smile. You picked up the spoon and took a bite of the cold dessert.

Steve pushed back his hair, a nervous habit of his that he was doing more and more whenever he was with you. "Of course I did."

Talking with Steve was easy; and there wasn't a day where he couldn't pull a smile out of you, as miserable as you might be, he made you happy. And every time, in the few minutes just before you walked out your door, knowing that he would be there, outside waiting for you, your stomach would flutter and your skin would feel hot, even more so after he touched you.

It should have been obvious, and maybe you already knew it deep down, only not wanting to admit it to yourself just yet; for fear, because you knew things would change once you did.

But now, as you talked about nothing and everything; as Steve's fingers intertwined with yours over the table, slightly sticky because of the ice cream; as he averted his eyes with the most adorable pink tint to his cheeks, and asked shyly if you'd, maybe, give him the chance to take you out on a proper date; now, it was as clear as day. You had fallen for him, completely and utterly. Willingly too, you knew it was. You knew it would happen, yet you stuck with him anyway.

It was selfish, and it was unfair. But Steve made you feel warm in a way you never had before, so you turned a blind eye to the inevitable outcome. Until now. Until the affection became real and tangible. Until he seemingly felt the same. For when something is real, it can hurt you.

You pulled your hand away from his with a gulp, shoulders growing tense as you curled in on yourself a little.

Steve's face fell immediately, eyebrows knitting together slightly as his eyes silently asked what he did wrong.

The look he gave you squeezed your heart painfully. You looked away. "I- I'm sorry, Steve. I- we can't."

"We can't… go on a date?" Steve chuckled nervously, pushing his now empty bowl of ice cream to the side. He slowly pulled the hand that had been holding yours back to himself, picking at his fingers. "I mean, it's- it's okay if you don't want to. I just thought that, I don't know, maybe we could give this a shot? Us, I mean. I just- you make me feel-" he was rambling, panic making the words roll off his tongue.

"Steve, stop." You snapped, harsher than you wanted to. Your palms were flush against the table as so to ground yourself, and the outline of Steve's lips started to get blurry in your vision. You bit back the tears.

He could only look at you, those gentle eyes of his so confused, tilting his head to the side as a puppy would.

"I'm sorry, but we can't do this." You forced the words out as steady as you could, which, wasn't much. It's crazy how sudden bursts of emotion can numb your senses, if you'd been thinking straight, you would have seen how his eyes held nothing but sincerity, nothing but affection and happiness to be there with you.

But at that moment, it felt safer to push him away, so that's what you did. With a last mumbled "sorry", you got up from the table and walked away from Scoops Ahoy. Away from Steve.

And he watched you leave, with a piece of his heart in your hands. He was silent as he picked up both empty bowls, mumbling curses under his breath as one of the spoons fell and soiled the table.

"How'd it go?" Robin asked him as he walked into the back room, going straight to the sink to wash the dishes.

Steve scoffed, angrily scrubbing the cutlery. "I did what I do best, Robin," foam covered his hands, he had to turn his head to wipe his damp cheek on his shoulder, "mess things up."

______

You didn't see Steve for two weeks after your not-date at the mall.

You didn't have the balls to call him, much less go see him. You didn't think he'd want to see you. You regretted the way you handled your feelings as soon as you got home that day.

The idea of someone having enough power over you to make the mess that a bullet to the heart would, without ever lifting a finger, was scary. You felt that pain once and you swore you'd never let it happen again. A risk that felt too great.

But the idea of losing Steve, the sweet boy that found his way into your heart with dumb jokes and a dorky attitude, was all the more terrifying.

Steve made you want to take the leap of faith that was loving someone.

You mustered up the courage to go see him when fireworks were painting the sky in a multitude of colors on the 4th of July. You would apologize, you would hold his hands and kiss him senseless if he let you.

But you never got to do it. Fate had a knack for messing up your plans. Because on that same night, your mother called you, saying that she would be pulling an all-nighter at the hospital because the new town mall had just burned to the ground. And there were many injured people. And there were casualties.

You had never snatched your car keys and sped off your driveway so fast, almost knocking down your mailbox. Reckless driving was an understatement to describe the way you reached Starcourt in half the time it usually took for you to get there.

Tires screeched against asphalt as you stopped at the Mall's parking lot. Ambulances, police, and even the military littered the place. Blue and red lights were blinking bright under the falling rain, reflecting against the wet ground and the metal of the vehicles.

It was quite a sight to see you running towards the commotion at full speed in your pajamas and a pair of poorly tied sneakers over mismatched socks. You were stomping over puddles and not caring if it got your feet wet, you just needed to find him.

Two strong hands suddenly stopped you in your tracks. You grunted, glaring daggers at the man who blocked your path. So what if he had a massive shotgun on his shoulder, an anxious, worried, and sleep-deprived girl could be just as menacing.

"This is a restricted area, lady, please turn around." His gruff voice commanded.

"I work with them, dude. Let me through." You pointed a trembling finger in the general direction of one of the ambulances, your chest going up and down erratically.

The man that held onto your arms sighed, "I won't tell you again, turn around and leave the area."

"Oh, you won't have to tell me again because I'll-"

Before you could get yourself arrested, a familiar voice interrupted you.

"That's alright, officer," Charles, a young doctor and one of your besties from the hospital walked up to you, "she's with me. Even if a little… underdressed for the job, I need her with me." He looked you up and down with a raised eyebrow, holding in a giggle.

You glared at the soldier as you walked past him, and when he was out of earshot, you thanked Charles; "I owe you one."

"Sure, but what are you even doing here?" The young man frowned, "if they're calling all hands on deck for this, you should be back at the hospital, no?"

You ran a hand through your hair, not being able to stay still as you looked around; there were so many people here, some of them you even knew from school, the rain was getting stronger and dampening your hair and those damn blinking lights of the ambulances were making it hard to focus. "No, no I'm- I'm not here to work, I'm trying to find someone."

"Do you need help? There's… there's been a few casualties, if you need me to-"

"No." You interrupted him quickly, you couldn't stomach to even think about the possibility. "It's okay, Charles," with a gentler voice, you laid a hand on his shoulder, "you go do your job and help the others, I'll be alright on my own."

Your friend gave you a sympathetic smile, "okay, just try to be quick, I can't keep them off your back for too long."

With a quick hug of gratitude to Charles, you started roaming around Starcourt's parking lot. The heavy thudding of your heart against your ribcage was starting to hurt, making it hard to breathe. You had to brush the sleeve of your pajama shirt over your eyes a few times, raindrops — or tears, you didn't care to know — were clinging to your eyelashes.

Only after two minutes that felt endless, you finally found him. There, sitting on the back of an ambulance, holding a bag of ice over one of his eyes, was your Steve.

"Steve," you breathed out with a relieved smile. You started running to him before you knew it, water splashing around your sneakers, calling louder; "Steve!"

His head snapped to your direction, his eyebrows scrunched up together when he saw you running to him. "What…" He mumbled, dropping the ice bag and raising to his feet. The movement hurt his sore muscles, and he didn't have time to prepare himself to have you throwing yourself at him.

The hug was as desperate as you felt since your mother called you earlier, you clutched at Steve's shoulders and buried your head on his neck; feeling the warmth of his body against yours, because he was alive, and he was okay, and he was here.

You didn't hear Steve's pained grunt when you collided with him, but soon your ears caught up with his little hisses of pain.

You pulled back immediately, worried eyes skimming over his body, "oh god I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Steve, I didn't mean to-" the words got stuck in your throat for a moment. Steve was looking down at you, smiling, because of course he was, but you could only see the cute crinkle of the smile on one of his eyes, because the other was swollen shut; it was a mix of deep red and purple that turned your stomach upside down. His lip had a massive cut to it that may or may not need stitches, his sailor's uniform was stained with blood and you were scared to find out what other injuries it was covering.

"-hurt you." You finished in a whisper, your hands hovering over his arms for fear of harming him more, and now you were sure that what was falling down your cheeks were tears.

"No, it's okay. It's okay," tears of his own pooled in Steve's already red-rimmed eyes, his words broke in the middle; "you could never." With a soft grip on your waist, he pulled you into a gentler hug, winding his arms around you and dropping his head to your shoulder. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, one that he'd been holding probably ever since that damned elevator dropped below the ground.

You nuzzled his shoulder as you held onto him with a tender grip, one hand going up to thread through his hair. "I was so worried, you have no idea."

Steve squeezed you tighter, he needed the comfort just as much as you, "'m sorry," he spoke against you.

If it was up to you, you'd stay in his embrace forever, but Steve was hurt and the rain was starting to seep through your clothes. You pulled back to look at him; "has anyone checked on you yet? Let me take you to the hospital."

Steve shook his head. He slid his hands down your arms and hooked his fingers with yours, blaming the emotional baggage of today for it. "No hospitals, please. Some paramedics already cleaned the injuries and shit… I just wanna go home." He pleaded, exhausted.

You squeezed his hands. "Yeah, okay. I'll take you, come on."

The drive to Steve's place was silent, mostly. As soon as Starcourt was out of sight, Steve sighed loudly and leaned back against the seat, and he hadn't moved since; you kept a close eye on him, on the steady up and down of his chest. Your knuckles were white holding the steering wheel. More and more, the reason for why you left him when you last saw each other felt incredibly insignificant beside the affection you held for him.

As you parked on Steve's driveway, you noticed that the whole house was dark, there were no other cars in sight either. "Where are your parents?"

Steve groaned, pushing himself up to sit straighter and feeling his bruised muscles complain about it. "Out, on a business trip or vacation, I don't fucking know."

"Steve, you- you can't be alone like this." You turned off your car and turned to him. "You have somewhere else you want me to take you?"

"No, here is fine. I've been alone plenty of times, it's no biggie." He reached for the door handle but hesitated. He gulped before chancing a glance your way. "You could stay though, if you wanted to."

Something in you broke with the way he said it, like he'd been dreading the thought of walking into his own house, — big, and dark, and cold and so empty — like he'd done it too many times before and wanted something to remind himself he wasn't on his own anymore.

You were going to stay even if he hadn't said it. To be honest, you doubted you'd ever willingly leave his side again.

Steve's house was huge and pretty, but in many ways, it seemed stuck in time. Only the same rooms had signs of life in it. An empty bowl of cereal in the sink, a cushion fallen to the floor in the living room, a few shoes discarded near the door; only the necessities. Not a home, just a house with people making use of it.

You walked with Steve up the stairs and to his bedroom, one of your hands always lingering by him. There were many unsaid words and unasked questions hanging thick in the air between you, and even if Steve was tired, before anything else, you insisted he took a shower. You knew he'd feel better after washing off the blood and sweat.

When you heard the stream of water hit the tiles in the bathroom, you walked back to his room and sat on his bed — it was big and so damn comfortable — with your head in your hands. Just about an hour ago, you had no idea you'd be spending the night at Steve's house. Even if you did catch yourself sometimes wondering what your first night together would be like, you'd never guessed it'd be like this.

As bland as the rest of the house may be, Steve's room had a few traces of his personality in it. A few tapes and a cassette player, an old basketball beside his wardrobe, a dusty acoustic guitar resting against the wall; all making it easy to guess that this was the place he spent most of his time in when at home.

It took maybe ten minutes for you to hear Steve turning off the shower, and then he slowly made his way back to his room.

The door was pushed open to reveal Steve in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, though he was still holding his towel in front of most of his chest and abdomen. His hair was damp — much longer than when you first became friends, you realized — a few droplets of water dripping down the strands and to his bare shoulders. He was walking with stiffness to his movements, grimacing every few steps.

"How are you feeling?" You asked in lieu of saying let me see you. But he understood.

"I think I've beat my record." He said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, towel still clutched tightly between his hands.

"Steve," you said quietly, carefully, and if the house wasn't so eerily silent, he wouldn't have heard.

But he did, and that was enough. Steve clenched his jaw before reluctantly throwing the towel over the chair in front of his desk. And the sight clenched your heart painfully. His torso was an array of colors, blacks and blues staining his pale skin, highlighted because of the hot water from the shower; a few wounds so harsh that it was visible they'd drawn blood when done.

Steve squirmed under your gaze. You wondered if he was expecting some kind of scolding, it pained you to think about it.

"My god, Steve," was all you could say over the lump in your throat. You extended a hand for him, silently asking him to come closer.

He took it, sitting down beside you with that familiar hunch to his shoulders. His hand was warm against yours, holding on tightly.

You shuffled closer to him, raising one hand to brush away the strands of hair covering his eyes. Tenderly, because he deserved nothing less. "What happened to you?" You kept your voice quiet, the only lighting into his room came from a lamp on his desk, and from the pool outside, you didn't feel like breaking the peaceful bubble.

Steve pursed his lips, his eyes taking on a brighter shine as water collected on the bottom lid. He didn't look up, solemnly focused on how his fingers played with yours. "The mall burned down."

You sighed, tilting your head to try and catch his gaze. "Did the mall also beat you up while it was burning down?"

A teary chuckle escaped Steve, but a frown soon took its place. He shook his head; "it's complicated."

You squeezed his hand. "You can talk to me."

"I can't," he choked on his words, "I'm sorry, I can't. I wanted to, but it's too dangerous, I can't-"

"It's alright," you shushed when sobs started to cut through Steve's words. You brought both hands up to cup his cheeks, brushing away the falling tears with your thumbs. "You don't have to tell me now. It's okay."

Steve nodded, his hands coming up to grasp at your wrists while he leaned into your hold. His heart was loud against his ears, his lower lip trembling with each ragged breath he took. One never realizes how much he's missing something until he gets it. Steve would happily drown in your comfort.

Eventually, he calmed down enough to ask the one thing he needed to know the most; "how- why were you there tonight?"

With a last brush of your thumb over the damp skin of his cheeks, you lowered your hands, biting onto your lip. "My mother called, saying how she'd be staying at the hospital tonight because Starcourt had burned down, and…" you looked up at Steve, heart on your hands and parted lips as the words laid on the tip of your tongue, "I was so scared, Steve. When she told me, my- my first thought was you. If you were okay or, if you got hurt."

You sighed, looking up at the ceiling to chase away tears of your own and then back at him; "I just needed to find you. And I'm sorry for the way I left things when we last spoke, I should have handled it differently, you- you deserved better." You chuckled humorlessly, "I said so myself, didn't I?"

That made Steve smile. He was all cuts and bruises, eye swollen and lip split; and you loved him so much it hurt. He chanced a hand up to your jaw, holding you carefully. "No one's better for me than you. No one cares for me as you do." His gaze moved to your lips, only a fraction of a second. "Why'd you do it?" He asked.

Steve's eyes held nothing but affection. You felt safe with him, safer than you ever did before. "A while ago, before we met, I trusted someone," you glanced out his window as you recalled it, "and they broke that trust, they- they used me. Got what they wanted and then just… vanished. It made me feel like a trophy, for a game, the ones that get discarded right after it ends."

You found Steve's gaze again, he was listening intently. There was a hint of anger on his features, but you realized it wasn't for you, it was for whoever hurt you. You took a deep breath, and continued; "I got over it, sorta. I promised myself I wouldn't give anyone else that sort of power, you know?"

Steve nodded, his hand on your cheek was mindlessly playing with the hair behind your ear. "I understand."

"It was safer that way. Lonelier too." You explained. "But then you came along and… all my rules just went straight out the window." You smiled, ducking your head onto his hand when you felt warmth coming to your cheeks.

"Maybe I could be the lucky exception to those rules then?" Steve chuckled, this time it was his eyes searching yours.

"I think you've been the exception since the first time I saw you covered in blood." You bit your cheek to contain your smile, gravitating closer to Steve as your hand ghosted over his waist.

Before you could close the gap between you, Steve looked you in the eyes, sincerity overflowing his blown pupils; "I hope you know, I'd never hurt you, ever."

You nodded, resting your forehead against his, your noses bumping together. "Promise?" You breathed out, your lips grazing his as you spoke.

You felt the shape of his smile, "cross my heart."

With a hand behind your head, Steve pulled you into a kiss, one that you both melted into, clinging to each other as if this was your last day on earth together.

Your hands made a mess of his hair and his arms closed around your waist as he pulled you impossibly closer.

Maybe you did keep your promise to him, maybe his happy ending was always meant to be intertwined with yours.

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NSFW Alphabet [Kakashi Hatake]

Masterlist

K - Kink

Kakashi certainly has a few notable kinks, but the one that gets the least amount of attention is how much he loves thigh riding, especially if you are still fully clothed.

The man cannot get enough of your needy little pussy grinding back and forth along his muscled thigh, your cute little mewls growing in intensity as you rock yourself on him.

Don't get me wrong, he is more than thrilled to have your bare cunt making a mess of his pants, the wet patch growing as you fuck against his thigh in complete desperation, but with clothes, it is so much more satisfying.

To know that he can make you cum even through the layers of your clothes, it definitely adds to the slight God complex that he suffers from occasionally.

"Does it feel good princess?"

He smiles at you, his expression is lust incarnate.

One hand on your hip to help you along as the other grips your face between his thumb and fingers. Pearly white teeth graze along your jaw bone, his thumb pressing further into your cheek as you whine for him.

"That's it, fuck my thigh."

Knowing he can make you see stars without removing even a single layer of clothing - empowering.

P - Pace

Oh, don't you worry, Kakashi can fuck you at any pace under the sun. It all depends on the moment, his emotions and how much he can hold himself in check.

You are the infamous copy ninja's personal kryptonite.

There are times when he wants to love you so sweetly, fingers interlinked on either side of your head, long lustful minutes of maintained eye contact and kisses that taste so heavenly you might have thought you actually died from the pleasure.

This is when your silver-haired lover will stroke his cock into your fluttering walls at a languid pace. He has nowhere else to be, except to be cradled by your body. Each roll of his hips is precise and meant to graze every sensitive area within your cunt.

It is more than your bodies that connect, your souls unite to dance in a rhythm of their own. Two puzzle pieces who found their connecting partners. No one will ever fit better.

Other times he cannot leash his insatiable hunger for you.

Slamming you up against the wall the second you walk inside. His hands are everywhere, all at once. You barely have the breath to brokenly mutter a 'hello' before he is hiking your skirt up.

His version of hello is a growl in your ear, teeth nipping your lobe and the loud sound of his zipper lowering. You're wet and wanting in seconds, just as he hoped before he is bullying his way into your cunt. Grunting at how your walls suck him further inside, clenching around his shaft, already trying to milk him.

The pace is lightning quick and absolutely brutal, what a way to welcome you home.

S - Stamina

Are you seriously worried that Kakashi 'horny as hell' Hatake is gonna tap out after one round? Please...

The man could still beat Gai in a foot race even after several rounds of sweet loving.

One and done?

"Princess, we've barely begun. Now get your sexy ass back here!"

V - Volume

Kakashi is a talker, he can't help himself.

Your bashful blush as he narrates every little thing he is doing, or that he plans to do, it's addicting and it's a bit of a game for him now.

It used to be reserved solely for the bedroom but now he finds it amusing to whisper lewd suggestions in your ear as you go about mundane tasks such as grocery shopping.

"Hmm, I know what I'm gonna eat when we get home. I've been dying for a taste of your delicious cream all day long."

The man is a menace.

As for noises, he is usually too focused on speaking to lose himself in animalistic sounds. There are notable exceptions; Kakashi will always groan deep in his throat when he bottoms out for the first time and if you ride him, your hands braced on his chest as you drop down slowly - he full-on whimpers - broken voice, wobbly lip, the whole deal.

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Oblivious

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 6k

Includes- oral, pussy eating, shower sex, sex from behind, wall sex, blow job, cum eating, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"Jung, Wooyoung, I'm going to murder you!", I yell, pounding on the bathroom door

My roommate is a fucking asshole

I told him I was going to take a shower and the little shit ran into the bathroom to get in first

I know he can hear me over the water

I will break the door down if I have to

"Wooyoung! This is an asshole move!"

"Get over it!", he yells

He is so fucking infuriating

Seriously, he's a great roommate and a really good friend but he's fucking irritating

Fuck this

Going into my room, I get a few bobby pins and march back to the bathroom door

Unbending the bobby pins, I stick them in the lock and start moving and jiggling them

Yeah I was a bad kid when I was a teenager

My first boyfriend was a total bad boy and taught me how to pick locks

I wait for the tale tell click, then smirk when I hear it

He's so gonna get it now

He's walked in on me so many times on purpose to fuck with me and now he's gonna know what it feels like

Turning the knob, I slam the door open, it hitting the wall and him yelling in fright

"What the fuck Joanne?"

"You fucking asshole! You knew I was gonna shower and you ran here to get it first like a fucking toddler!"

He looks at me and shrugs, "You snooze you lose"

"Wooyoung!", I shout

"C'mon Jo what do you want from me?"

"Get out!"

"I'm showering!"

"I don't care! This is supposed to be my shower time!"

He raises his eyebrow at me, "Now who's acting like a toddler"

"Wooyoung!"

"Alright. I'm not done yet so just come in"

"Excuse me?", I snap

He sighs dramatically, "Just come in"

"Are you fucking insane?"

He has got to be insane

"God it's not a big deal. You'll get your shower time. I'll leave as soon as I'm done. And it'll save water."

I can't believe this

His suggestion and the fact that I'm thinking about it

But I know nothing will happen

Wooyoung is gay

In the past three years we've lived together, I've only seen him with guys

So I know he won't be affected seeing me naked

Me on the other hand, I'll be turned on

Against my judgement and just being plain stupid, I've fallen for Wooyoung

Of course I know it'll never work

But it's just his personality

Yes he's irritating, immature and annoying in some ways but he's also very sweet, kind and caring

He's been there for me when I needed someone

Comforted me when I was overwhelmed or when I had a break up, hugging me, cuddling me, cooking for me and making me laugh

All those qualities made me feel something I should never have felt for him

I just gotta get over it is all

And while I'll be turned on in the shower with him, I can control myself

And he expects me to say no by his smirk

I'll show him

"Fine", I say, watching his eyes widen and his mouth drop

"Uh ok?", he asks

"Yup. I'm coming in", I say, pulling my shirt over my head

I'm not wearing a bra and I feel exposed but then I remember that I do not turn him on

That makes it easier to do this and next I pull my pj shorts and panties down

Then going to the shower, I open the door and get in

When I turn around to Wooyoung I'm satisfied at his look of disbelief

"Well, I'm here", I announce, trying not to oogle his amazing body

His abs, his chest, his shoulders, his thighs, fuck

I refuse to look at his cock though

There's no use in getting excited and it probably isn't hard anyway so I won't see much

"Move over"

I shove him lightly, stepping under the warm water

At least Wooyoung knows the right temperature to put the water on

It's perfect and just how I like it

"Hey your hogging all the water!"

I snort, moving over a little, "There you big baby"

He stands next to me, under the water too, his body almost touching mine

Our shower is a decent sized, with enough room for both of us

Thank god for that

Ignoring him, I move my fingers in my hair to get every strand wet

I have really long thick hair

Sometimes I love it, sometimes I hate it

Right now I hate it because I know a lot is going to come out

Clumps

Always in the shower

It's frustrating

I feel Wooyoung move closer, reaching over me to get his soap, I guess, when I feel something brush against my thigh

Something hard

I can't help it, I immediately look at his crotch and I am mind blown to see his cock really hard

Like super hard

But how?

He has to be thinking of a guy

Right?

"What?", he asks, a weird tone to his voice

Almost like he's embarrassed but challenging me to say something

Challenge accepted because I can't keep quiet

"You're hard"

"Yeah"

"But how?"

He scoffs, "What do you mean how?"

"Were you thinking of a guy?"

"No"

"Then how?"

He sighs, "You're in here with me"

That doesn't compute

Me being in here shouldn't matter and definitely shouldn't make him hard

"But you're gay"

He closes his eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh

His eyes are on mine when they open and he says, "I am not gay"

Bullshit

I've seen him with guys

Kissing them in clubs

I've heard him with guys in his room

We have gone out together specifically to pick up guys

So what bullshit is he talking about?

"Yes you are"

"No Joanne I'm not", he repeats, "I'm bi"

Bi

That means he-

"I like pussy too. I like eating and fucking pussy just as much as I like dick"

No way

How could I have missed this?

"I've never seen you with a girl before"

"Because when we get to a club and you get a guy you never pay attention to me anymore! You don't see me with girls"

"You never brought one home before", I argue

There is no way I could have missed this

How could I have been so blind?

"Because they don't want to come here. When I tell them I have a roommate they ask his name. And when I tell them your name and you're a girl they don't want to come. It weirds them out. So I go to their place"

Ok that could make sense

It's just hard to wrap my head around

I've always thought he was gay and now that was wrong and I have to think of him in a new way

But even so that doesn't explain one thing

"Ok so you're bi. That still doesn't answer why you're hard"

After another frustrated growl, he pulls me to him, his lips against mine in a kiss

Stars go off in my vision as I feel his soft lips kiss me, his arms move around my waist, his skin against mine

It feels amazing

Nothing like any kissing experience I've had before

"You are so fucking oblivious Jo", he says softly, after he pulls away, pushing my wet hair out of my face, "I'm hard because I want you. Because you're hot. Because your beautiful. Because you turn me on. Because I've wanted you for such a long time"

I hear him but my brain isn't computing what he's saying

When it does, I'm floored

He wants me?

Since when?

He's never shown that he wants me

But he did say I was oblivious

Maybe I was

Maybe he was showing me he wants me but I just took it as him being a good friend because I thought he was gay

Man am I dumb

He kisses my cheek, then whispers in my ear, "Can I have you?"

"Yes", I say automatically

Being with Wooyoung?

One hundred percent fuck yes

He pushes me against the wall, his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth, playing with mine

My arms fly around his neck, kissing him with everything I have in me

And my god, his kiss is literally everything

Everything I ever wanted, everything I could of ever wanted to feel while being kisses

His hands slide down my body to my ass, squeezing hard

Both our hands roam on each other's bodies but our mouths never leave each other's

His lips glued against mine, tongue glues against mine

I move my arms down, touching his shoulders then feeling the muscles in his arms that, fuck, turn me on

God he's so strong

Moving my arms around him, I trail my hands up his back at the same time he does it to me, his fingers leaving fire and heat along every nerve he touches

His lips move to my cheek, then my jaw, then my neck

He leans me against the wall, his kisses spreading to my chest as his hand travels down my stomach going lower and lower

I moan when his fingers touch my clit, moving slowly in circles

His mouth moves down my chest, wrapping around my nipple, sucking softly

"Oh fuck Wooyoung!", I cry, my hands finding their way into hair, weaving into the black strands and tugging

I lean my head against the tiles, his fingers moving down more, two sliding inside my pussy

His fingers slide in and out, stretching me out, feeling so good

With each thrust his fingers move faster and his mouth sucks harder on my nipple

He switches to my other nipple, moaning so loudly, his free hand gripping my now free boob, squeezing

Fuck, he does know what to do with a girl

His mouth spreads kisses in-between my boobs, his tongue licking me, sucking gently

I press his head against my skin, hoping he leaves a mark on me

When he pulls off, I see a pretty purple mark on my skin

And I want more

"More Woo"

He nods, groaning, his mouth leaving purple mark after purple mark on me, a pretty trail going down my body, kneeling the lower he goes

He finishes sucking right above my pussy, his mouth going immediately around my clit, sucking hard and fast

"Wooyoung oh shit", I cry, my legs shaking from the exploding pleasure

He seamlessly moves my leg over his shoulder, not letting go of me, sucking hard, his fingers pressing into my spot

"Fuck", I yell, feeling my cunt completely gush juice from the pleasure

I look down, so turned on seeing his mouth move on me, his eyes closed, moaning like he's the one getting pleasured

God he's so beautiful in-between my legs

I watch his mouth suck desperately, his tongue licking my clit, his fingers massaging my spot

"Woo", I whimper, feeling my orgasm coming, "Wooyoung"

It's like hearing his name spurs him on because he goes harder on me, throwing me head first into an intense orgasm

"Wooyoung!", I shout, coming all over his fingers, pulling his hair hard

Fuck it feels so fucking good

He sucks me through it and the second I'm done, his fingers are out, replaced with his tongue

"Oh god", I whimper, the pleasure still amazing

I feel his fingers spread me open, his tongue darting in and out of my hole, burying as deep as he can when he slide in

I scream from the bliss, my pussy clenching his tongue with every pass

I can't help but watch him eat my pussy, his tongue so fucking amazing

He knows how to eat pussy, I'll give him that

He fucks his tongue into me over and over, his thumb ghosting over my clit bringing me closer and closer

"Please princess, cum on my tongue", he whines, "Fuck you don't know how much I want that. How long I waited for it"

His words are shocking me

I seriously had no clue he thought of this let alone wanted it

"Please princess"

He tongue fucks me fast, his gorgeous brown eyes looking up at me, begging me to cum

"Woo", I moan softly, coming, holding onto his hair for balance as pleasure washing over me

He shoves his tongue inside, his eyes closing, his moans so pretty

Like he's coming

He swallows over and over, the grip on my thighs so hard he's going to leave bruises

And I hope he does

As soon as I finish, he licks my pussy a few more times before standing up

"So fucking good princess", he murmurs, his mouth pressing kisses on my neck, "You're the best I've ever tasted. Fuck, you're cum is my favorite"

"God Woo", I whimper, my body trembling, his words having such an effect on me

Suddenly he turns me, pushing me against the wall, then moves my hair to my left shoulder

"You don't...you don't want a blow-"

"No", he answers immediately, "I've had so many blow jobs before. I know yours are going to feel the best but I've been dreaming of being inside you for so long. I need to be inside you princess."

"Yes Woo, fuck. I've been waiting for you to fuck me for so long"

He moans, his lips against my shoulder blade as his cock enters me from behind

I moan at how big he is, at how well he stretches me open the more he sinks in

"Wooyoung", I cry, "Fuck all the way baby"

His cock is fucking huge, splitting me open so fucking amazingly, my cunt latching onto him

"More Woo. Fuck I want you deep inside", I cry, feeling every inch of his cock sliding into me

He bottoms out, cursing so loudly, "So fucking tight, fuck fuck baby. Tightest pussy I've ever been in. Fuck so good"

Good doesn't even describe it

Fantastic, out of this world, mind blowing

He's so hard and he's so good to throb on

"Fuck me Woo. Hard baby. Please"

"I will princess", he promises, "I'm gonna wreck you. Make you want just much cock and my cock only"

He has no idea that I already want only his cock

He pulls out and I whine from the loss of him

Then I scream when he barrels back in, filling me completely

He sets a harsh, fast pace, keeping his arm around me, his hand on my pelvis, pushing me back into him

My hands are on the wall, holding on, keeping myself from hitting the wall with the fast pace he's moving at

"God this pussy is so fucking wet baby. So tight, so greedy for my cock"

"Yes Woo, fuck yes"

He's fucking the life from me and I have never been in so much pleasure in my life

His hand moves on top of mine, his fingers lacing with mine, making me smile

He smashes into me so deeply, his head slamming my spot, stars blasting in my vision

"Yes Wooyoung!", I scream, "There baby, please oh fuck right there!"

He hits my spot again, "There princess?"

"Yes please Woo"

"Anything for you baby", he whispers, his cock smashing into my spot with every stroke

My legs shake and I'm glad he's holding on to me or I would of fallen already

I can't keep my mouth shut, screaming his name over and over again

I'm getting closer and I know this orgasm is going to take so much out of me

I can't wait for it

Every thrust, every slide in drives me crazy, his skin hitting mine so hard it can be heard over the water running

He hits my spot again and I lose it

My eyes roll back, my knees shaking uncontrollably as pure ecstasy takes over, my voice raw from screaming his name

"Oh fuck", he yells, "Fuck so good. It feels so good princess. Fuck squirting so much. Keep going baby, squirt on my cock"

I faintly register that I'm squirting, something I've never done before but my brain is so fuzzy as pleasure plows through me

"Woo", I mumble, my legs buckling after the mind altering orgasm I just had

He pulls out, spinning me to him, bending down, hands on my thighs as he picks me up

I wrap my legs around his waist as he holds me against the wall, lowering and settling me on his cock again

"Fuck", I moan at the full feeling of his huge cock buried inside me again

"God princess. You feel so fucking good. I....fuck...I can't take it", he whimpers

His lips move to my neck, giving me kiss after kiss, pulling out of me then shoving himself back in, hitting my spot hard

I shake uncontrollably in his arms, wanting more of his amazing cock

How I still want more I have no clue

I should be done after that last orgasm but I'm not

"More Woo", I beg

He shoves his cock inside, rocking into me, grinding into me

I cling onto him, my nails digging into his back, my head in the clouds from the bliss he's giving

"Fuck princess, you're so oblivious", he moans, kissing my neck, his lips leaving fire on my skin, "You don't know how many times I tried to show you how I feel about you"

Feel about me?

As in feelings?

"I tried all the time. But you ignored me. Everything I did, you ignored"

"Nnn...not ignored Woo. I didn't know"

I would never ignore him

"Fucking hell, I want you so much. You're the only one I think about and it drives me insane. Do you know how hard it is to know you're sleeping in the room next to mine and I can't go into your bed and cuddle you. Hold you? How hard it is to sit across from you when we eat and not kiss you. It's like you were torturing me"

His fingers grip my hips so hard, mine in his hair, as his cock plunges in to me over and over, right into my spot

"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry"

"I just wanted you to see me princess. Notice me. I.....I....fuck-", he says and I want him to continue, wanting desperately to know what he's going to say

"I fucking love you", he finally whispers

Moving my arm from around his body, I lift his face up to mine

His cheeks are so red and he looks so unsure

I've never seen Wooyoung like this before

He's always confident...cocky even

"I love you", I confess to him, then crash my lips to his in a passionate kiss

He kisses me back, a feeling of relief in his kiss

"I love you", I whisper in between kisses, "I love you Wooyoung"

"I love you Jo", he whispers as well, "So fucking much princess"

He keeping moving, fucking me desperately against the wall, his fingers squeezing my ass so hard

The pain feels so good with the pleasure his cock is giving me

I want to cum but more than that, I want him to cum

I want to feel his cum inside me

"Woo", I whisper in his ear, "I want you to fill me with your cum baby"

"Oh god", he whimpers, his hips moving faster, crashing into me over and over

"I want to feel your cum inside, feel you leak all over my legs"

God I want that so much

"Please baby, can you give me your cum?", I beg

"God Jo, yes", he nods, "Cum on my cock and I promise I'll fill you up so well"

Well thank god I'm about to cum

He thrusts in and I moan his name softly, clenching on his huge shaft, coming all over him

"Please Woo. Cum inside my pussy", I cry

"Fuck Joanne", he moans, burying his face in my neck, sheathing his cock all in

I feel his cock throb, feel the warmth of his cum spilling into me and I absolutely love it

He groans my name over and over as he fills me perfectly

"Oh Woo, you feel so good baby", I praise him, "Give me all of your cum"

I can't stop throbbing on him, milking his perfect cock for all of it

"Baby", he whines, holding on to me

He falls out of me, his cum spilling out as he holds me, nuzzling into my neck

"Please Jo", he says, "I want to be yours. Only yours. I don't want anyone but you touching me. No guys, no girls, no one. Just you"

Oh my god he's asking me to be with him

Picking that lock was the best fucking thing I've ever done

"You are baby", I answer softly, "And I'm only yours. No one but you gets to touch me, no one but you gets to kiss me. I only want you. Your arms around me, your kisses, your hands on me. Ok?"

He nods, sighing in what sounds like relief, "Yeah princess. You're mine"

"You're mine Woo"

"Always was Jo. You just didn't see it"

"I do now baby and I'm happy I'm not blind anymore", I whisper, "I'm so happy I have you. I...I loved you for so long Woo, you don't even know"

His head lifts up, his eyes on mine, "Why didn't you say anything baby?"

Looking down, I answer, "Because Woo, I thought you were gay. I didn't know you were bi. I've only seen you with guys. And since I thought you were gay, there would be no reason for me to tell you anything. And I was the stupidest person ever to fall for a gay guy"

"Baby", he calls and I look up at him, "I understand baby ok? I get why you didn't say anything. I was stupid to never tell you how I felt. I knew I was bi and I thought you knew. I should of made that clear. I still kept quiet when I shouldn't have. I should of told you when I first fell in love with you"

"When was that?"

His cheeks blush, a small smile on his face, "Uh maybe about six months after I moved in"

Six months!

We've been living together for three years

How did he not say anything in all that time?

"Woo you should of said something"

"I know baby but I was scared. I've never felt this way for someone before. It scared me how fast I fell for you. I was used to just partying and doing what I wanted. And you had a boyfriend at the time"

I remember

"After you broke up with him, you were so sad and I couldn't say anything. And I just stayed quiet", he shrugs, "Eventually I just thought you didn't see me that way. I know why now"

"But it doesn't matter now baby", I say, "I love you. We're together. You make me happy"

He nods, "You make me happy too. I love you so much"

He leans forward, kissing me softly and I'm so happy I have my Wooyoung

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Wooyoung POV

As I kiss her, I can't believe she's finally mine

I actually can't believe she thought I was just gay

Now, it makes so much sense why she never responded to any affection or hints I gave her

We both made assumptions about each other but I'm so glad this happened and she's mine

I love her so much and she's everything I ever wanted and more

After we pull away, I put her down and we actually shower together

As I'm washing her hair for her, I tell her, "So I think we should take showers together more often"

"Oh yeah", she smirks

I nod, smirking too "Strictly for saving water though"

"Of course", she giggles

God that sound is so cute

I'm so fucking whipped for her if I love hearing her giggle

"Under the water princess"

I guide her under and rinse her hair out, running my fingers in her long strands

"Your turn Woo", she smiles, "Bend down baby"

I smirk at her, kneeling instead

She swallows hard, want in her eyes

Want for me and I'm ecstatic

She puts shampoo in my hair, her fingers running in my hair, her nails scratching my scalp

It feels fucking good and I close my eyes, just feeling

"Come under the water Woo"

I move forward, still on my knees

She tilts my head back, water soaking my hair as she rinses the shampoo out

"You're so beautiful Woo", she says softly, her hand running along my cheek

I open my eyes to her gorgeous smiling face, the water running down her body

She's ethereal

My angel

She cups my cheeks, bending down, kissing my lips softly

And I can't help but smile

"I love when you smile Woo. It's so beautiful", she says and I can't help but blush

Her finger brushes against the beauty mark under my eye, "I love this too"

I close my eyes as her lips press against the beauty mark, leaving a soft, gentle kiss

I've never been treated like this before

Softly, gently

With care and love

With someone telling me something as simple as she loves my beauty mark

That she loves when I smile

I never knew that I needed to hear things like that

That I craved it

Everything was always hard, rough sex, being told I'm hot, sexy, a good fuck

While I like that too, especially if it's from her, I love being told I'm beautiful, I'm loved

She's the perfect girl for me

Of that I have no doubt

I know how lucky I am to be with her and I'm going to take care of her and be the best man for her

"Come Woo", she calls, taking my hand and helping me stand

She gets soap, running it over my body, her small hands lathering my skin

I close my eyes again from the pleasurable feeling of her hands on me

She actually washes my whole body and I'm in pure awe that she's taking care of me

She pulls me under the water again, her hands getting the soap off me

She comes closer to me, pressing a kiss to my chest

Then another and another and another

She keeps going, kisses everywhere on my chest, then trailing down to my stomach and abs

I watch her tongue lick my abs, then kiss it, making me moan

God it's so hot to watch and so good to feel

She spends a lot of time kissing me there and I love every second of it

The lower she goes on my stomach, the more she kneels down and I get so turned on seeing that

I watch her mouth kiss along my hard cock, so fucking surprised that kisses there feel amazing

Her tongue licks the underside of my head, sending a shiver down my spine

Her hand grabs onto my dick, stroking me slowly as she takes me in her mouth

The first suck has me moaning so loudly, the pleasure running in my veins

With each suck she gives me, she goes harder and faster until she's sucking so good on my head

"Princess fuck", I moan, my hand sliding in her hair

As she goes, she takes more of me in her mouth, going hard

"Oh god", I moan, closing my eyes

Jesus, just the feel of her wet mouth is amazing

I feel her hand let go of me and suddenly my cock is in a tight space

My eyes snap open as I look down, my mouth on the floor when I don't see my cock

Because its deep in her throat

She moves up and down my length, bobbing her head, taking all of me in and out of her throat like a pro

I grip her hair harder, pulling her back on my cock, holding her there, my cock throbbing in the tight space

She swallows, squeezing my length even more and I cry out in pleasure

"Fuck baby"

I move her head back and forth, her mouth sucking on my shaft like she's never going to have it in her mouth again

Her hands grip my hips so hard, her nails digging into my skin, the pain mixing with pleasure

God she's amazing at blow jobs

I knew she would be

"Baby", I whimper, "Can I fuck your throat? Please"

She nods and immediately stops moving, leaving her mouth open

And that sight drives me crazy

I thrust in her throat, bottoming out and I moan when she continues to suck and swallow on me

"God baby", I groan, thrusting over and over, "You're mouth is so good. Fuck. Perfect"

She moans which turns me on even more

"Your throat feels so good. So tight and wet just like your perfect cunt"

I move faster, pounding into her throat, almost there

"I'm gonna cum down your throat baby", I pant, "Do you want that?"

She looks up at me, tears in her eyes as she nods

"Yeah baby? Wanna taste my cum?"

"Mmmm", she moans

I pull her onto my cock, sheathing my length in her mouth, begging her, "Suck my cock princess. I'm gonna cum"

Her mouth starts moving, sucking desperately, moaning loudly

"Oh god princess, I'm coming! I'm coming!", I scream, shooting my cum down her throat

I watch her swallow over and over, the sight such a fucking turn on

"Fuck good girl. Such a good girl for me", I praise her

When I finish, she sucks one last time then sits back on her knees, breathing in hard

Bending down, I help her stand and I pull her to me, holding her tightly

"My baby", I whisper, kissing the top of her head

"You taste good Woo", she croaks

"Did I hurt you princess?", I ask, immediately concerned by her voice

She shakes her head, "No baby. You didn't. I'm ok. I promise"

"Are you sure?"

She smiles, nodding, "Yeah"

"Ok baby. Come, I'll help you soap up and I'll put conditioner in your hair"

"Yours too"

I nod, smiling, "Mine too princess"

I kiss her cheek then grab the soap

We finish showering quickly, then step out of the shower, wrapping up in towels

I watch her dry her hair, running a towel through it

The concentrated look on her face as she uses the towel is adorable

When she gets out her comb, I walk to her and take it from her

"I'll do it princess"

She raises her eyebrows in the mirror, but smiles and nods

I move her hair down her back and gently run the comb through the strands

There's no knots in her hair, the comb running through smoothly

"I love your hair baby. It's so long and so soft"

"Thanks Woo"

I nod, finishing her hair

I quickly comb mine, then turn to her

She's just standing against the door, watching me in nothing but a towel

And it's turning me on

God she can turn me on in seconds

And she's not even doing anything

Just standing there

I swear I've never been so hard so fast

I get to her, grab her towel and rip it off her, throwing it on the floor

I pull her to me, kissing her, her hands taking my towel off too

Picking her up, I carry her to my room and get her on the bed

"I need you again princess", I whisper

"Me too Woo. But", she says, pushing me back, "Only if I get to ride you"

Is she kidding?

She can ride me anytime she wants

"You definitely can princess"

She climbs on me, holding my cock straight up then she sinks down on me, engulfing my length in her tight warm wet cunt

"Fuck princess. All the way down. Please", I whimper

Putting my hands on her hips, I help push her down until my entire cock is buried inside her

"Baby, fuck perfect", I groan, her cunt latching on to my shaft and squeezing over and over, "Please baby, ride me. Please"

She moves my hands to her breasts, her hands on the outside of mine, holding on as she starts to bounce on me, her hips moving in a circle, grinding on me, rubbing her spot on my head every time she takes me in

I watch her move on me with my mouth dropped open, awed at how her body moves

The way she wiggles her hips, the way her breasts bounce, the way she takes my whole cock like a pro giving me so much pleasure

And I'm amazed at how much she's creaming my cock

So wet and creamy, the amount covering every inch of my cock and lap

I've never seen anyone this wet before

"Fuck Woo, you feel so good baby. Best cock I ever had inside me"

"Fuck princess I can't get over how much you're creaming my cock. God baby, it's everywhere and so pretty", I praise her, "Best hole I've ever been in. I swear"

She whimpers adorably, her face full of pleasure, "I'm gonna cum Woo"

"Yes baby. Please cum on my cock. Fuck"

She takes me in hard, smashing her spot and losing it

Pure bliss hits me as she orgasms, her cunt so fucking tight on my cock, pulsing rapidly

"Oh god", I whimper

I had no idea that being cummed on could be so pleasurable

No idea

"Wooyoung! Wooyoung!", she cries, the sound of my name driving me insane

Sitting up, I grab her to me and roll us over, fucking right into hard and fast

Crashing my lips to hers, I kiss her wildly, my hand moving between us, rubbing her clit while I destroy her spot

"Need this hole to cum again", I pant against her lips, "One more time princess"

She moans softly the sound something I will never get tired of hearing

Or causing

"Can you cum for me one more time?"

She nods, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, her lips against mine

I move my free arm around her, keeping her against me, feeling her soft sweaty skin against mine

It feels so good

She's right there, her slit straining on my cock, so much juice all over me

"Woo, fuck, I love you", she shouts, coming immediately after, choking the life from my cock

And that feeling sends me over the edge

"I love you Jo. Fuck I love you", I yell, fucking into her as I cum, giving her all I have

"Yes Woo, fuck baby, feels so good when you cum", she whimpers

"Fuck baby", I moan in her neck, pressing kiss after kiss to her gorgeous skin

After we finish and I fall out, we just lay there with me on top of her

Her arms move around my back, her fingers travelling up and down, sending shivers down my spine

"You're all sweaty again Woo", she giggles, "Guess that shower was for nothing"

I lift my head, my eyes on hers, softly running my fingers in her hair

"It wasn't for nothing princess. I finally got you. It was so worth it"

She smiles beautifully, "And I got you. I didn't mean it like that baby. I just mean now we're going to have to shower again because we're sweaty"

"I know baby. I just wanted you to know that I'm so happy you busted through the door"

She laughs, her cheeks turning red

"And anyway I'm good with showering again as long as you're there with me"

"Strictly for the environment right?"

I laugh, "Yeah, that's right"

"So now?", she asks

I shake my head, "We have all day today baby and I don't know about you but I want to fuck you so much more. Make up for lost time"

She grins widely, nodding, "Oh yeah baby me too. So I guess we shower tonight?"

"Tonight", I confirm

"I love you Woo"

"I love you Jo"

She moves her arms around my neck, pulling me towards her lips and I eagerly go, meeting her in a kiss

[nervousgardenerkid]

okokok second brainrot of the night (im thinking of sending in brainrots in either pairs or trios so i apologize for inbox spam i just love steve <3)

so im currently doing a theater internship under a stage manager and i love it but literally the food they provide is shit. like they only provide vegetables and gross bitter tea, white chocolate (the worst chocolate) and everything bagels

so imagine reader just complaining to steve about the shit food options at their internship and steve just breaking ten million traffic laws and driving as fast as possible to drop off actually good food for reader during the small window of time that is their break :)

i was working on the cheer manager one when i saw this and just had to write it!! i was in theatre and my director was a BITCH fuck you nina anyways here's a cute little blurb!!

fumes. you were running on pure fumes. you looked around the room and half of the cast were either half asleep, or bouncing off the walls thanks to the endless caffeine they've consumed. you let out a yawn and jumped as the auditorium door slammed shut.

“okay people, listen up!” your director shouted. you gulped down the bundle of nerves that were surfacing as she stormed on stage. you nudged the lead mumbling a sorry when she whined out.

“y/n, i'm so hungry, and sleepy.” she whispered.

“me too babe, they don't call it hell week for nothing.” you sighed out.

opening night was in five days and everyone was losing it. tears have been shed, fights have been broken up, and you swear if tiffany asked for her line one more time your director was gonna lose her shit. you weren't listening to whatever she was saying but you saw your hand moving across your notebook writing things down. even though everything was going in one ear and coming out the other you knew everything that was being said already.

“okay!” your director clapped. “who's ready to eat-”

the auditorium door was opened, heads turned and you let out a gasp when you saw steve holding five boxes of pizza.

-

“i mean seriously, who the fuck does she think she is?!” you shouted from the shower. steve was brushing his teeth as he grunted in agreement with you. you turned off the water and stuck your hand out, silently asking steve for your towel.

“so wait,” he said, handing you your towel and then rinsed out his toothbrush.

“today she fed you guys celery, stale bagels, and tea?”

“not just any tea steve! bitter tea!” you exclaimed stepping out of the shower. “everyone in the cast is starving for some real food and i swear if i don't get any food in my system i'm gonna eat her.”

-

“excuse me young man-”

“i'm so sorry miss, this must've been a prank call, gosh they already paid too. do you mind if i just leave this here?” you looked at steve’s outfit trying not to laugh when you saw he was wearing argyle’s work uniform from when the byers visited town.

“i've never even heard of surfer boy’s pizza.”

steve set the pizza down on the edge of the stage and sent you a wink.

“yeah we started in california but we're slowly expanding, anyways cheers to you guys! enjoy the pizza!”

the cast members, including you, all ran to the pizza boxes moaning and groaning and taste of real actual food. your director rolled her eyes telling everyone to go home and rest cause tomorrow was going to be a busy day. you snuck away with a box of pizza in your arms and met steve in the parking lot.

“babe how did you get here so fast?” you asked while kissing his cheek.

“when the byers were in town i went for a ride with argyle, he showed me a few things. apparently there's no traffic laws in california.”

you furrowed your brows. “i'm pretty sure there are.”

steve shrugged his shoulders. “doesn't matter, i'll break everything traffic law to get to you and make sure you're eating real food.” he pulled you in for a kiss and smiled against your lips.

“you taste like pizza, give me a slice.” he said while reaching for the box.

you snatched it away and looked at him like he had three heads. “i stole this pizza for me, not for you.”

steve put his hands in the air signaling he surrendered and opened the passenger door for you.

“you're scary when you're hungry.”

[marypsue]

#at the moment the vague scaffolding taking form in my mind is - something something Michael doesn't come home #and Sam goes looking for him #(maybe...Michael doesn't come home after the bonfire and Star shows up at the house to see him and ends up talking to Sam instead?) #anyway for whatever reason Sam knows about the cave and goes looking for Mike there - but none of the boys know where he is either #they'd all figured he'd just run home to mommy and he'd be back after sundown #but now it's past sundown and...no Michael #just his brat little brother accusing them all of eating him #(can Max actually be serious? he wants to saddle them with THIS twerp? for ETERNITY?) #(his mom must be a centerfold model with the personality of a saint or something because. ugh.) #anyway now Michael is Missing and they All Have To Work Together to Find Him #and also not let their respective parents find out that they lost him

"I can't believe you lost him."

"We didn't lose anybody! Michael just...needed a little time to himself, after we broke it to him. He's adjusting. Coming to terms." Sam can hear the smile in that bleach-blond douchebag's voice as he says, "Who knows? Maybe by the time he gets back, Michael will be over the last of his hangups and ready to really be part of our happy little family."

That's exactly what Sam is afraid of.

"And I'm looking at this as an opportunity. We're getting to know Sam. Real well."

Sam makes a face as he leans closer to the kitchen door, straining his ears. Unfortunately, the bloodsucking freak who stole his brother isn't wrong about that. Honestly, whatever Mike saw in these guys is a total mystery. The more time Sam has to spend with them, the more he catches himself fantastising about a nice, sharp stake.

"Michael will be back. He's got nowhere to go."

There's an undercurrent of threat in the mild voice that answers. The mild and, unfortunately, very familiar voice. "Well, I certainly hope you're right, David. Lucy's starting to get worried."

The words are dragged out in a mocking drawl. "Oh. No. Well, we wouldn't want Lucy to worry."

"Don't talk about my mom like that, you asshole," Sam mutters under his breath.

There's a sudden, ominous silence from the kitchen.

And then there's a gloved hand yanking on Sam's ear, forcing him to stumble after David or lose the ear entirely. "Ow! Watch the earring!"

"That," David says, through clenched teeth, staring straight ahead as he drags Sam away from the kitchen, "was a private conversation."

"Yeah. Between you and Max. How come you two got so much to say to each other, huh?"

The only answer Sam gets is a harsh tug that makes him think his ear's about to be yanked out by the root. He swallows down a shot of fear. His mom would be pissed if David mutilated him. And if his mom's pissed, and Max is really as worried about her feelings as he was just saying -

"I knew it. I knew it was him. Hey, how'd he pass all our tests, if he really is the head vampire?"

David, unsurprisingly, completely ignores Sam's question to snarl in his face instead. "If you say. One word. I don't care what your brother or your precious mother's going to think. You're mine."

"You seriously think I'm just not gonna tell my mom she's dating a vampire? Hey, how well-ventilated is that hole in the ground where you sleep, exactly? Because you've definitely been huffing some kind of fumes."

The iron grip on Sam's ear vanishes, just to be replaced by an iron grip on his throat. He raises both hands, palms out, as David shoves him back into the wall. But he's not ready to surrender just yet. "Whoa, careful with the merchandise. Mom'll freak if I get hurt. And we wouldn't want Lucy to worry, would we?"

Maybe Sam is actually going to need to seriously reconsider telling his mom she's dating an evil vampire. If the look he's getting from David right now is anything to judge by, he might continue to need the threat of Max's displeasure to protect him from getting his throat ripped out.

But the death glare only lasts a second before it's replaced by a slow, wicked smirk that Sam doesn't like one bit.

"All right," David says, letting go of Sam's throat and taking a step back, nodding toward the dining room where his mom's putting out dishes. He doesn't take his eyes off of Sam's face for a second. The smirk doesn't shift an inch. "Go ahead. Tell her."

There's a trap here somewhere. Sam squints at David, trying to work out what it is.

But he doesn't get pounced on and dragged screaming by his ankles back out of the dining room. Nothing happens and nobody tries to kill him.

Sam doesn't trust it.

His mom notices he's there before he can decide what he's going to say to her, spinning to push a stack of plates into his hands. "Oh, Sam, thank you. If you could just take care of these place settings, I think everything else is set out except the roast... Is everybody ready to eat? Where's your brother?"

"Uh," Sam says, trying not to drop good china all over the floor. "He'll be here. Probably."

"Well, he'd better be. Walking out on dinner last time was - rude, especially to poor Max, but I guess I didn't exactly invite you boys. This time, he has no excuse." Sam's mom tugs nervously at the tablecloth, then picks up the saltshaker she'd knocked over when she did. "If I went to all this trouble - if Max got his boys all over here for a big introductory dinner, and Michael can't be bothered to show up - I didn't even know Max had children. I would've thought that'd be something you'd mention. Don't you think that's something you'd mention?"

"Yeah," Sam says, putting down the stack of dishes on the table's edge and carefully extricating his fingers. "There's a couple big things Max forgot to mention. Mom, you gotta throw a pinch of that salt over your shoulder, it's bad luck."

Sam's mom does not throw a pinch of the spilled salt over her shoulder. She turns and fixes Sam with a piercing, expectant stare instead, the kind of stare she's used instead of a raised voice when she's walked into the living room and seen him holding a bat and Mike with a catcher's glove and her ficus lying on the floor with dirt spilling around the baseball nestled in the remains of its pot.

Sam tugs at the collar of his shirt. It suddenly feels too tight.

"Samuel Emerson," his mom says. "Out with it."

"Okay, so first of all, I want you to know this is nobody's fault," Sam tries.

"Sam."

Under the force of the stare, it all comes out in a rush. "Mom, they're vampires. All of them are vampires. Max turned all of those boys into vampires, and they're doing it to Mike too, and they're going to do it to us if you keep dating that loser!"

Sam's mom shuts her eyes. Sam can't tell if the sigh she huffs out as she turns her face toward the ceiling is a good or bad sign.

The next thing she says, though, definitely isn't. "Have you been reading those horror comics again?"

"Okay, I have, but Mom, it's not what you think -"

"You had to do this now? Tonight? You know, I'm starting to think Max was right. You just don't want to see me with a man who's not your father, is that it?"

"Mom! I'm really, really serious about this, they're actual, real-live vampires! Why don't you ask Max where Mike is tonight and see what he has to say about it, huh?"

Sam's mom is ignoring him, putting her back to him as she grabs up the stack of plates he'd deposited on the table and starts to angrily lay them out. Sam follows her around the table, trying with increasing desperation to get her to listen, to hear out all the evidence he and Michael have that Mike's becoming one of the undead. But she just keeps walking, raising her voice over his protests, until she slaps down the last plate and stops hard, spinning around so fast that Sam nearly walks straight into her.

"That's enough, young man." There's ice in her voice, and Sam can feel his own drying up and shriveling away in his throat. "I understand you're upset. But you've already sabotaged one dinner. If you can't behave yourself for a few short hours, then you can go upstairs and go to bed right now."

"But Mom -"

"Sam."

Of course, of course, when Sam slinks out of the dining room with his hands stuffed in his pockets, head down in defeat, David is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, fiddling with a cigarette. Before Sam can tell him he can't light that in here, his face splits in an evil smirk. "So how did that go? Oh. Did she not believe you?"

"I hope your fangs fall out," Sam mutters, and slouches for the stairs. He's got a comic book to find. And an emergency phone number to call.

I don't, unfortunately, have any kind of a story to hang it on yet (she says, furiously sawing and hammering away at some trope-by-fours), but I would really love to write something where Sam and the boys, especially David, are forced into interacting for an extended period of time (and for Contrived Plot Reasons nobody can kill anybody else). I just think. It would be funny.

[lover-i-lover]

Headache

I yawn, sitting up in bed. A splitting headache is the first thing I'm met with it. Fuck. This is gonna a rough day. I get out of bed, the ultra white walls not helping my headache. I grab my Camp Jupiter shirt, then remember that I'm at Camp half-blood, and get a Camp half-blood shirt out instead. I get dressed and head out to breakfast. I eat half heartly. Not really hungry but I force it down. I'm half asleep at my table, I almost fall into my food several times. The sun's too bright and it's annoying my eyes even more. Only now do I realize, I forgot my glasses. After breakfast I take the short way back to my cabin and get them. But the short way is still way too fucking long. I take the short cut to the arts and crafts area, the sun getting in my eyes all the way. I take the only open chair and listen to the teacher. No one bothers me about being late. The teacher bring in up a Aphrodite boy, getting him to lazy about in a round chair with a white fluffy blanket. Great, paint. This is gonna be messy. I grab a pencil and try to sketch the scene. I set down the canvas for a second, holding my head. I take a deep breath, and pick up the pencil again. Continuing to sketch for a while. I shift so I'm not getting the sun in my eye as much. I move on to the paint. I'm in a haze for the rest of class, looking up, painting, stopping, getting some water, looking up again, painting again, stopping again, and getting more water. The class ends, and my painting is finished. It looks okay, it's good, considering the state I'm in. There's paint all over my hands, so I head to sink and scrub it off. "Are you okay?" It's an Athena camper, She looks worried. "I've got a bad headache" Only after saying that, do I realize that I'm taking to Annabeth. Fucking shit man, this is really bad. "What you got after this?" She asks. "Um, I've got, um" I rub my eyes. "Wall climbing" I say finally. "Maybe you should stop by the infirmary first" She says. "No, it's only other thing I have today" I mutter.

"Oh right, you're still on half days, cause of the whole temple design thing. Just make sure you stop by the infirmary after" "I will" She gently pats my shoulder and walks away. I head of to the climbing wall, which is also too fucking far away, I just wanna go back to bed and hide from the sun. Does Apollo hate me or something, with glint of it, my headache becomes worse. This can not be normal. I just need to get through this class, and go back to bed. I should get this check out. I mean it's not the first time, but it's definitely the worst one I've had. I drag myself to the climbing wall. I'm put with the Ares kids and the Dionysus kid i can't remember the name of. As we go about class, I'm more clumsy then usual, I lose my footing, I fall, and I can't seem to focus. Chiron pulls me off to the side, halfway through class. "Is something wrong?" He asks. "Sorry, I'm off my game today, I've got a real bad headache, just looking at the sun or light makes it worse" I mutter. "I think it'd be better if you just go to the infirmary before you get seriously injured" I can't even look at him, He's standing in the sun. "Yeah, okay" i murmur and leave for the infirmary. My body's a bit heavy, it's hard to walk, my head is ponding, and I'm sweating in the summer heat. It's feels like I've been shot through my forehead. I was suppose to draw up some more temples today, but in this state, I won't be able to do anything. I think I'll have to lay with my head buried into my pillow. The Zeus cabin doesn't have curtains, so the sun just streams in though the windows. I come up on the step of the big house, stopping at a pillar, holding onto for a second to balance myself. Then push on. I'm seen by Will, who's quite concerned. "You say, the sun makes it worse?" He asks. "Mhm, the sun, any sort of noise, focusing on anything that's written" I wave my hand around a bit as I explain.

"Okay" Will says, making his voice low and soft. "I don't think that's headache, I think you might have migraines" "What?" I ask. "Um, A migraine is, i guess a more intense headache that you can't really do a lot about. You should just find a quite, and dark room to lay in" "That's all I can do?" "Sorry" He whispers. "Where I am suppose to find that, my cabin is the fucking opposite" I grunt. "I'm really sorry" Will repeats. "Would you like me to get Nico?" Will asks. I nod and Wil leaves me alone on the cot. I fell back on it and close my eyes. I haven't seen Nico all morning, seeing him now is the only real thing I want. I want his arms around me, I crave his touch, his touch wouldn't make it go away, but having him around during times like these is the only thing that makes me feel better. I wanna be held and be only with him. I throw my arm over my eyes, incasing myself in darkness. The rustling of the infirmary around me. I shuffle on my side and curl in on myself. Pain blooming out from head. It's almost like my head is made of metal that's being overheated. I'm sweating more then ever, My clothes are sticking to my skin. There are gently fingers on my hand, grazing up my wrist. I peal my eyes open, seeing Nico crouched down in front of me. "Let's get you to my cabin, that's dark and quite" He whispers to me. I mumble out a sound for yes, sitting up and getting out of the cot. Nico links my arm with his, lending me outside. He halts us just outside the door of the big house. Pulling me to the side so we wouldn't be in the way of anyone wanting to leave. He wraps his arms around me, and I relax into his touch. Letting my head drop onto his shoulder. He runs his hand up and down my back. "I'm sorry you have to through this" He whispers twisting his head and presses a light kiss on the place where my shoulder meets my neck.

I snuggle into his skin. That underworldly, pomegranate smell. He's the only one who has that smell. He pulls back from me, linking his arm with mine. I keep my eyes on the ground as he walks us to the Hades cabin. He hums lowlily as he unlocks the door, he grabs my hand and guides me into the dark cabin. It's not completely dark but darker then mine. It's not the first time he's bought me back here when I'm having a day like this. It's actually the norm when I'm having a headache- no a migraine. He sits me down on his bed, and he goes around drawing the curtains. I take off my shoes, Nico always insists on it, He's told me it's just a thing from his childhood, he says it's makes living here easier for him. I get comfortable in his bed, laying down on the right side, which had become my side. The Hades cabin is the prefect place to be on a day like this. It's a good while away from the other cabins and a fucking long while away from mine. So it's pretty quite. I've started spending the night here more often, especially on days like this. My head hurts so bad. I vaguely see Nico bend down to take off his own shoes. I relax into the soft mattress. I close my eyes, hoping to get some sleep. I hear Nico shed his jacket and lay down with me. The bed creaking a bit under his weight. I peak my eyes open a tiny bit, turning on my side. He's laying on his side too. His eyes are gently, gazing at me with love. I tug on his shirt, a small hint we've made. He shuffles over, gentle arms wrap around me. I shift down a little, laying my head in the crook of his neck. I breath in his sent, relaxing into his hold. He slips his hand under my shirt, resting his surprisingly warm hand on my lower back. I snuggle my face into the skin of his neck. The pain doesn't go away, but having Nico around is a good distraction. The soft, gentle touch's of his hands, the light brushes of his fingers.

This is the best distraction I've found so far. And a good reason to spend more time with Nico. I shift a little. A hand runs through my out grown hair. Almost petting my hair as a small consolation. I've been in this pain for about 3 or so hours now. It should be over when I wake up again. My body goes completely limp in his arms. Even through the pain, I slowly fall asleep. I open my eyes a couple of times, but they're too heavy, and they fall closed again. It only feels like a couple of seconds, but when I fully wake up, it's getting dark outside. Nico's by the door, talking in a very hushed tone with who I think might be Annabeth. I yawn and sit up, there's a very small buzz in my head. The migraine's gone, replaced by a very very slight headache. They both fall quite and look back to me. They don't say anything, but the question is still there. "I'm okay" I murmur, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "Is the migraine gone?" Nico whispers. "Mhm" I mumble, pulling the covers off and almost rolling out of bed. "What time is it?" I murmur, clinging to Nico's arm. Annabeth chuckles. "6:30, dinner time" she says. I shiver a bit in the summer air. Nico slings his arm around me. "You cold?" "A bit" I say. Nico lends me his coat, which is a bit too big on him, which means it fits me perfectly. And we all head off to dinner. It's open seating, which is unusual, but I'm happy to be able to sit with Nico. Sitting at the Hades table, I'm reminded why I don't like to take naps. Because I'm tired, clumsy, and quite clingy. When Nico's like this, I think it's cute. But when I'm like this I find it weird. Nico on the other hand, finds it quite adorable. We go through the normal routine of dinner, offering food to the gods, and we sit down to eat. I eat half heartly, almost falling into my food at time, Nico catches me every time. Gently grabbing my face to steady me, eventually deciding it was better to keep an arm around my shoulders.

"You okay?" He asks. "Yeah, yeah, just tired" I mumble, setting my plate aside, and leaning into his side. Nico chuckles lightly, smiling a bit. "What?" "You slept for 6 hours Hon" He squeezes me gently. "Huh" I mumble. I does not feel like that. I smile as Nico drags me to the campfire. He's not a big fan of the sing along at the camp fire, but he knows I'm love it, So he pulls me along to find a spot to sit. We take a spot in the dark, so we can snuggle if we want. Which, of course I want. Nico's normally not a cuddler, but he doesn't stop me when I snuggle up to him. I lay my head on his shoulder. Leaning into his side. He leans over, plating a light kiss on my forehead. The pain's gone away all together. I still haven't fully woken up. Nico always says that I take a while to wake up, normally about an hour. I smile, snuggling into his neck. Looking back on tonight, I feel a slightly embarrassed about I was acting. But right now, in the moment of tonight. I'm happily sitting by Nico, cuddling into his side. He wraps an arm around my shoulder. He snuggles his head against mine, whispering. "You are being adorable" He kisses the top of my head and sits up again. I hum in agreement, shifting a bit. Nico's offered a marshmallow, he takes it, sticks it on a stick, and spins it by the fire. I'm later told that I was offered one too, but I don't recall it. I'm half asleep on the bench by beside him. At some point, some how, Nico get me to move onto his lap. It's not really a thing we do, but tonight it's okay, tonight it's just another sigh of affection that no one comments on. I would never normally do that. One, I'd be worried about crushing him, because he's smaller then me. Two, I'd be worried about what everyone around us would say. But in this state, I'm not even sure who's around us, I'm just tired and happy to be in my boyfriends lap. We should do this more.

I let myself lean back on his chest, lacing my finger with his hand, the hand that was laying on my thigh. He squeezes my hand. Nico leans his head up, resting his head on my shoulder. I vaguely see him pull the marshmallow off the stick with some crackers. It' gotten very dark, and more quite. Some people have left. I hear him eat it, almost slowly, carefully. I shift a back a little, Nico shifts a bit. He wraps an arm about my hips. Gently pulling me back, until I'm fully sat against his chest. He plants a kiss on my neck. A small, I love you. A small, you're mine. A small, I love having this with you. I make some sort of embarrassing noise. I'm almost asleep in his lap, I don't really remember the rest of the night. I smile. Nico rustles me a bit, he's asking me something. "Wha?" I yawn. I rub the sleep out of my eyes. "I think we'd better get you to bed" He chuckles. "What, no I'm fine" I mumble. Nico shift me a bit, leaning up to whisper in my ear. "Baby, it's bedtime" He places his teeth onto my ear. Ready to bite if I don't comply. I hear a small whine slip pass my lips. There a chuckle next to my ear, and he pulls back. He gently pats my thigh, and I know he wants me to move. I shuffle to my feet and he get's to his feet too. I cling to his arm as we walk back to the cabins. He's got an arm around me, holding me tightly against his side. Nico yawns and pulls me along to my cabin, which is the closest. He takes the key from around my neck and he unlocks my door. We're not suppose to have keys, but we do. He pulls me into the now dark cabin, flicking on the light. I close the door behind me. Pulling my heavy body to my bed. We both shed our clothes, stripping down to our underwear. The summer sun had baked the inside of the cabin, making it incredibly hot. We get in bed, laying on either side. Refusing to lay with a blanket because of the heat. "I love days like these" I murmur. "What? you were in pain for most of the day" He says. He turns on his side, and I turn too. "Not that, I mean, spending almost the whole day together, like this"

"I wanna have this more"

"I'd like that too"

[jean-kayak]

Anon Request: heyyy! so like i LOVED the haikyuu x thick black gf, do you think you could do it for the generations of miracles too? if that’s a lot maybe just akashi because i love that man

A/N: Here it is, anon! And I did all of them for you, so I hope you like it! (and yes it is 2 am)

Word Count: 2.5k

Haikyuu!! version here and here!

》Poor baby would be overwhelmed

》He wouldn't know what to do lmfao, and he probably be a stuttering mess when he first meets you

》He's probably nervous to touch you at first because he doesn't really know where to start and because there's so much of you

》But once he gets comfortable enough, he always wants you on top of him or on him in some way shape or form

》He always denies you when you think you might crush him because he really loves the weight of you on him, and he probably prefers to be the little spoon

》I feel like he's not big on getting head, but when you do, he feels like his life has changed

》It feels so good, he doesn't know what to do or where to go lmfao, so he just ends up squirming a ton, the moans he's making completely out of his control

》His body definitely feels like jelly when he cums, and he probably won't move for a while lmfao

》Now when he goes down on you? He was mesmerized by how much slick you had produced and all you guys had done was made out

》He'll just lay there between your legs, gripping your thighs tightly when you squirm under his gaze, but he can't help but watch

》He'll play with your nipples, run his fingers just shy of touching you where you want him just to see if you'll get even wetter

》And when he finally tastes you, he wonders why he wasn't doing this sooner, and you don't think you've seen him move with such enthusiasm off the court before

》He's moaning into your folds, his hands digging into your thighs as he eats you out with more fervor

》In that moment in time, he was content with staying in between your legs for the rest of his life

》But then you finally slept together, and he really thought that the air had been snatched from his lungs

》He can barely last long when he slides in, and he doesn't even move when he bottoms out lmfao, he just rests his face in your neck

》His hands are just scrambling and grabbing all over your body as he tries to stop himself from cumming and he hasn't even moved yet

》He obviously doesn't last long 💀 but he makes sure he cums, and the moment he slides out, he's out like a light lmfao

》And he definitely goes and buys you a ring the next day

》Fangirls, who? Mans forgets them the moment his eyes land on you

》Like seriously, he literally ignores them and only talks to you, walking right past them, and he probably doesn't realize that they're standing there

》Your boobs are definitely his favorite part of you, he'll lay on them, touch them, squeeze them, doesn't matter, his hands are always on them

》He's eccentric in public, but the moment you go down on him, he's nothing but a stuttering mess, moans and whimpers the only thing coming from him

》It literally takes everything in him to not buck up into your mouth, which feels like heaven,

》Puts a hand on your head to try and ground himself because he definitely feels like he's floating

》When he cums, the world seems to just disappear, and you have to rub over his face to make sure he's okay because he hasn't moved in a while

》And after you've made him feel spineless, it's only right for him to return the favor of course

》Once he starts though, he doesn't really plan on stopping and he never does it to just return the favor

》His eyes widen when he realizes how soaked you are when he brushes his fingers over your folds, his ministrations soaking his hand and wrist

》You're producing so much that he can't let it go to waste, so he's sliding in between your legs, and he freezes in shock for a second before attaching his mouth to your folds

》He definitely wants to stay there for the rest of his life, practically drowning in your slick, not really caring if it kills him

》Coaxes you to orgasm quickly just so he can taste more of you, that becoming his only priority

》And he makes sure to catch every last drop, the last thing he wants to do is waste it

》And when he's finally inside you, he tries to chuckle, thinking that there's no way you can feel this good, but it's cut off with a garbled moan

》You really do feel this good, your cunt hot and wet, sucking him back in every time he pulls out

》He feels a shudder run up his spine, his body practically shaking with euphoria as he can't focus on anything else but you

》His eyes roll when you clamp around him, and his orgasm comes out of nowhere, his body going rigid

》He can barely catch himself, his forehead resting against yours as he tries to calm his heartbeat down. "So, you wanna get married tomorrow?"

》Please, this man would have such a hard time making basic conversation lol

》He has a hard time trying to focus on talking to you because he keeps focusing on your body

》Definitely just freezes in place whenever you wear shorts or anything that shows off your thighs

》You're pretty sure you saw his nose bleeding one time, and he brushed you off when you asked, his face as red as a tomato

》He's like Kuroko, hesitantly touching you because he doesn't know what to do because you're so thick

》Once he gets comfortable and over that completely flustered phase, his hands are continuously on your thighs

》You find him squeezing them softly or laying on them, totally mesmerized by how soft they are

》When you offer to go down on him, he's quick to say that you don't have to, but you insist that you want to do it

》Needless to say, he never tries to convince you otherwise again

》The blush on his face spreads down to his chest, sweat coating his forehead as he has trouble controlling the noises he's making

》And the pleasure is so great that he actually goes silent, the only indication that he's cum is when you feel him shoot down your throat

》You actually have to check on him, and you chuckle softly as you fix his glasses, his breathing ragged

》I feel like he's one of the guys who's never really understood the appeal of going down on somebody, but he's not opposed to it

》And his opinion changes when he finally sees how soaked you get from just a tiny amount of foreplay and when your slick lands on his tongue

》You've actually never seen him put more emotion into something, and he's actually urging you to squeeze his head with your thighs, pushing them together as his fingers dig into them

》You actually have to pull him away from you when you cum, the only thing he's focused on is tasting you

》He really doesn't think you could get any better, but then he feels your walls around him, and he feels his heart skip multiple times

》He really doesn't know what to focus on, and he actually forgets to move, and you have to jolt him out of the trance you put him in

》Even after that, it's like his brain has stopped working lmfao, literally the only thing running through his mind is how warm and tight your walls are

》He groans when he sees your slick all over him, and he hits that spot inside of you, making you clench around him and that's what sends him over the edge

》And he didn't even realize he was that close 💀 "Marriage sounds like a good idea, doesn't it?"

》Ooh boy, this man, literally jaw drops open, hits the floor, and then he's quickly running over to you, trying to flirt with you to the max

》He's actually pretty surprised that he managed to get you, but he's definitely showing you off, making sure everyone knows that you're his

》He loves your ass, literally the only thing he'll pay attention to

》So, if you're back is towards him, you can totally forget about him following the conversation

》Expect him to smack your ass randomly, like outta nowhere

》He'll be the pettiest boyfriend in the world saying shit like "I'll do it if you suck my dick" stupid shit like that 🙄✋🏽

》So, then you do...you suck the soul of out him and this man literally buys you whatever you want

》He can't help but cant his hips, thrusting into your mouth, but it doesn't last long because he's cumming after a couple of thrusts, a deep groan coming out of his throat

》While you're making out, he teases your folds with his fingers, but he stops kissing you when he realizes how wet you are

》His attention is quickly shifted to your cunt, as he slides down your body, pushing your legs to your chest before eating you out like his last meal

》He loses himself in your taste, your juices coating the lower half of his face and dripping down his chin

》You whine from the overstimulation when you cum, and he pulls away but once you recover, his mouth is right back on you

》And he'll either be there or fucking you into the mattress, holding your legs in the same position

》His eyes are rolling in the back of his head, trying to hold back as he fucks into you, a white ring appearing at the base of his dick

》How much slick you produce always amazes him, no matter what he does, and it's all he pays attention to as he fucks you

》He cums way too early for his liking, surprising himself

》But at the same time, it's not like he could really control it with how good you feel around him

》He fucking you through his high, bringing you to yours, and then he's pulling out of you, resting back on his haunches

》"Looks like I'm gonna have to marry you."

》This man tries to act like he's not floored by your body, but he absolutely is

》His eyes are always running over your body whenever you're not looking his way

》Your thighs and your ass are his favorite parts; picks you up so that he can feel them around his waist, his hands splayed on your ass

》Is always laying on your thighs, literally does anything while he's in between them

》When you give him head the first time, he's pretty patient because come on now, my mans is packing

》But he jumps slightly in surprise when you fully take him down your throat, digging his nails into his palm when he sees himself in your throat

》He's literally sinking into whatever furniture he's sitting/laying on because he's never been with someone that could actually take all of him before

》He doesn't really know how to react because he's never felt pleasure like this before

》Got this man's legs twitching lmfao

》He doesn't even move after he cums, just lays there, and there's no way you can move him so you just leave him there 💀

》Now, one thing you'll have to be ready for is when he eats you out

》The first time he gets his mouth on you? His snacks are being thrown out the window

》You're his snack now, and he literally will push your legs up and out of his way, and there's literally nothing you can do to stop him

》He gives overstimulation a new meaning when you meet him, and he doesn't let you go until he's gotten his fill

》He's eating you out more so for his pleasure than yours. Period.

》This man is still lazy though, and he makes you do all the work, so he'll just lay back and let you do all the work as you sink down on him

》But then he feels your walls pulsing around him, and his hands are twitching as he tries to control himself

》The only thing he can do is rest his hands on your hips as you ride him, and he really can't do anything else even if he wanted to

》He starts fucking up into you once he starts reaching his climax, a deep "fuck" leaving him as he shoots into you, and you're not too far behind

》"It's not that big of a deal, but you wanna get married?" (It is that big of a deal 🙄✋🏽)

》He tries to seem cool, calm, collected when he first meets you

》He's not like Atsushi, who tries to pretend like he's not amazed by your body

》He's just trying to play off how you affect him

》I feel like he doesn't have a favorite body part of yours, wanting to show love to every part

》His hands run over every single inch, literally no part of you goes untouched by him

》Like Midorima, he's not really all about receiving head, but that confident persona is gone once you go down on him

》He's never been the one to become speechless, but you literally render him just that, his brain completely blurred, the only thing he can think about is how amazing your mouth is

》He starts to back away from you a little bit lmao because of how good he feels, the pleasure building up in his spine quickly

》He squirms a ton when he cums, and that's all he can do lol, and he doesn't deny you in the future if you want to go down on him

》He wants to pleasure you too, so he'll easily go down on you, but he chuckles in disbelief when he sees your glistening folds

》And he's amazed by how it seems like your arousal is endless, the juices coating his tongue and his face

》Moves his hands out of the way so that he can feel your legs squeezing his head like Midorima

》He eats you out with so much energy, smiling against you when you fall apart, living for the feeling of your legs twitching against his ears from overstimulation

》The first time you sleep together, his plans to take it slow are quickly forgotten

》Your walls seem to swallow him quickly, practically sucking him in, and he groans in surprise

》He wants to move, but if he does, he knows he'll cum in record time, but even the warmth and pulse of your walls is nearly enough to send him over the edge

》He just tries to aim for your g-spot just in case he cums way before you are able to, but that only sends him higher because your walls are clamping around him

》He knows he's not gonna last long, and he'll make it up to you later, but at that moment, he picks up the speed of his hips, his eyes slipping shut

》He has to brace himself when he cums, his hands on either side of your hands, his lungs feeling like they can't get enough air

》"Doesn't marriage sound like an amazing idea to you?"

Tags: @that-chick212

[nano--raptor]

Friends who laugh together

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Biker & Bartender AU)

Words: 2340

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut, sex, oral sex, drug use, alcohol, cursing

A/N: This one was fun. Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ ongoing drunk drabbles with this anon prompt:

Bucky and reader smoking weed and having high giggly sex

I hope you like it anon! Thanks everyone for reading, and don’t take things too seriously!😘

Do not click ‘keep reading’ if you are under 18. Thank you.

You met Bucky at his place, 2:30 am, after he got off work at the bar. Walking into his garage, you made yourself at home, grabbing a beer from the mini fridge and plopping down onto the old couch. A few empty cans, a wrench, an ashtray and some darts sat on the table beside you. After cracking your beer and taking a sip, letting it linger on your tongue for a moment, you  picked up one of the darts, twirling it in your fingers. The dartboard hung on the wall across from you, and you threw it, amused but not surprised when it missed its mark, piercing the drywall below the board.

"Oops," you giggled to yourself, taking another sip. A familiar rumbling soon started to grow louder, piercing the quiet of night. Then the garage door roared to life and slowly opened, as Bucky pulled into the driveway on his motorcycle. He smirked upon noticing you, already there waiting for him, and slowly rolled into the garage. He killed the engine and sat back, the door rolling closed behind him.

"Make yourself at home," he chided with a wink, kicking down the stand and swinging his leg over. He grabbed his own beer, pausing to examine the dart in the wall, then giving you a stern stare. You shrugged your shoulders, sipping your beer and feigning innocence. Bucky shook his head, sitting down beside you and sinking into the couch.

"Long night?" He nodded, taking a pull from the can and leaning his head back.

"Busy. But good tips tonight." He grinned, that lazy sideways grin that always made your stomach flip flop when he flashed it at you. He might be your best friend, but that didn’t mean you didn’t think he was sexy as hell.

"Well with you behind the bar, I can imagine." You bumped his shoulder playfully, sipping again and then picking up the wrench to wave playfully in front of his face. "You never put this away. You're gonna lose it." Bucky snatched the wrench from you, waving it back.

"I always know where this one is. And right now, it's right here." He leaned over you then, stretching across your lap to put it back on the side table, and you breathed him in, always loving when his scent surrounded you. "Here, where it belongs." Then he laughed, sitting back and smirking at you again before taking another long sip of his beer. You couldn't help but steal a glance at his throat, watching it move as he swallowed and having another sip of your own. Whew.

The two of you chatted about your day, you told him about your day at work and he told you about his. When Bucky got up to grab another beer, he stopped by his workbench, grabbing a small container from the shelf. He sat down again and pulled out supplies to roll a joint, and you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his fingers as you watched him. He licked the paper to seal it shut, catching your eye and smirking, and you felt heat rush to your face. He always caught you staring. He sat back and lit the joint, puffing on it, then taking a long pull and slowly exhaling, as if he was breathing out the stress and tension he carried from the day.

He offered it to you, and you accepted, holding his gaze as you raised it to your lips. Smoking took the edge off, you’d often meet Bucky after a shift to just chill and unwind from your day. Sometimes you’d chat, sometimes you’d just listen to music. Feeling the stress melt away was therapeutic.

The smoke swirled in the air as you passed the joint back and forth, until it was gone and you were feeling that familiar, comfortable high. Bucky finished off his beer and set the can down, then looked at you pointedly before slowly leaning in to kiss you. It was easy to fall into it, your hand coming up to cup the back of his neck, the taste of beer on his tongue. His hand was on your thigh and when the kiss broke, you couldn’t help the wave of giggles that started. 

“Buck what are you doing!” Bucky sat back, grinning as if it was obvious.

“Kissing you.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I wanted to,” he said simply with a shrug.

“Is that all you want to do?” Bucky grinned, shaking his head and you couldn’t hold back your giggles. “You look fuckin’ adorable right now.”

“Adorable? That’s you darlin’. I’m not adorable, I'm… manly… and handsome.”

“Yeah okay Mr Manly Handsome,” you said with a playful roll of your eyes. “But I still think you’re adorable and you can’t change my mind.” Bucky’s eyes flashed then as she stood, suddenly picking you up, and you squealed as he tossed you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing!?”

“I wanna show you something.”

“Is it… your bed?” You laughed out loud at your own joke, clutching onto his shoulder and back as best you could.

“Maybe…” Bucky couldn’t hide the grin in his own voice as he carried you inside, definitely heading towards his room. Then he dropped you on the bed and you laughed again as you bounced, pillows bouncing off onto the floor.

“The pillows!” You reached over to swipe at one, trying to reach it, and squealed when you felt Bucky’s lips press against your skin, exposed from your shirt riding up. Then he was pushing it up further, crawling over your body, and your shirt was stuck awkwardly under your armpits, sliding up further to cover your face and you fell over on the bed, clutching Bucky’s arms.

“Buck I can’t see! Oh my god.” You couldn’t stop your giggles now as his lips brushed over your stomach, it tickled, and then he was shoving his head underneath your shirt. It had popped over yours as well and now you were staring at him as you both hid under your shirt.

“It’s a fort,” he grinned, before tracing his tongue over your breast along the edge of your bra.

“This is the worst fort ever!” You wrestled your shirt off all the way, then started tugging at his, not having much luck as he held you down to keep kissing and licking your skin. “Bucky! Take your clothes off!” You tried to roll him off of you, starting to call out about fairness as you were shedding clothes, but he hadn’t yet.

“Fine okay! Here,” he sat up on his knees and stripped his shirt off, his jeans hanging low on his hips, and he was a sight. “Happy now?” You nodded, biting your lip and trailing your eyes down his torso. Damn this boy and his beautiful body. You hummed, then voiced only half of your thought out loud.

“Ohhh, body…” Bucky raised an eyebrow, and you laughed again. “I mean, I like it! Damn, look at you!” You pushed him down on the bed then and straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss him, fumbling with the button on his jeans.. When you discovered that you wouldn’t be able to push them off, you moved your focus to your own, trying to be sexy for him while taking them off, but failing at that as well.

“Need a hand?” Bucky asked, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“No…” you pouted, finally freeing yourself from the confines of jeans. “But now it’s your turn.” Bucky obliged, stripping his pants off, and you practically drooled at the sight of him, hard and tight in his boxers. “Yeah Bucky,” you breathed, and then you were straddling him again, cupping his face and kissing him hard, rocking your hips against him and suddenly you were overcome with need. You didn’t even realize you were whimpering until his fingers were pushing your panties down, and he rolled you over, pulling them off and tossing them over his shoulder.

You were floating, eyes locked on his, and you could hear your heartbeat rushing in your ears. Bucky held your gaze, smirking, as he lowered himself between your legs and licked a stripe over your pussy, moaning at the taste of you.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet already.” You just whined again and wiggled your hips, trying to get more attention from him. 

“Less talking,” you teased, reaching out to card your fingers through his hair. He dipped down again, curling his tongue against you, into you, over your clit, back and forth, and your grip tightened in his hair and he brought you closer to the edge. You started panting his name, wiggling underneath him, and he held you down with firm hands. You couldn’t help bucking your hips, arching your back and crying out as your orgasm quickly washed over you, warmth and tingles spreading through your entire body.

Collapsing back to the bed, you lay panting, and Bucky’s hand smoothed over your stomach while he pressed kisses and kitten licks to your throbbing heat. Then he turned his head, kissed the inside of your thigh… and blew a raspberry on your skin.

You shrieked, curling into a ball and nearly kneeing him in the chin in the process. Your shriek turned into laughter as he crawled over you, blowing raspberries over every part of your skin he could reach.

“Bucky! Bucky stop oh my god! What the fuck!” He laughed with you, crawling up to kiss your lips, and down your jaw to your neck, but now you were squirmy and ticklish and you tried to get away from him.

“Nuh uh, you come here beautiful,” he drawled, licking back up your throat to kiss your jaw and then your lips. You were finally able to catch your breath and you gazed up at him, his hooded eyes dark and sparkling as he leaned in to kiss you again. Then you grabbed his jaw and turned his head, licking a hot stripe over his cheek instead.

“Got you!!” His eyes flashed again and he grabbed your wrists, easily pinning them down with one hand. He held himself up with the other, then ground his hips down against yours. You couldn’t help but moan at the feel of him, the need for him flaring up in your belly again.

“Do you want it baby?” he teased. It was obvious that you did, but you stuck your tongue out, asking him the same question instead, though a little more breathlessly than you would have liked.

“Do you want it?”

“Yeah, yeah I do. You’re so gorgeous.” Then he was kissing you more tenderly, pushing his boxers down and lining himself up. He pushed into you with a groan and your head fell back, breathy moans falling from your own lips as he moved against you.

“Bucky… Bucky, oh my god.”

“Yeah baby, fuck you feel good.

“Yeah you do too. This is amazing…” Your voice trailed off as he slid into you, then slowly pulled out again, sending heat tingling through your body when he sank back in. You had to grab onto him, wrapping your arms around him, wrapping your legs around his waist, you felt like you were floating, like you were heading towards pure bliss and you never wanted it to stop.

Bucky picked up his pace, grunting softly into the crook of your neck and you were completely losing yourself in him, until you started mumbling.

“Fuck, bucky… fuck, oh god, oh god… fucky, fuck… I…” Bucky’s pace faltered and he snorted against your skin, and then you froze. Your brain felt sluggish in the best way, high from the weed and from Bucky surrounding you, all over you, until you realized what you’d said and burst out laughing.

“Buck!” you snorted, unable to control your laughter. “Your name rhymes with… with fuck!” He twitched inside you and you squealed again, still giggling as you held him tightly.

“You’re ridiculous,” Bucky said with a laugh, kissing your nose. “And fuckin’ adorable.” When your laughter died down some, you gazed up at him, his eyes crinkled with his grin, dark, filled with warmth and desire, hair falling around his face. He was beautiful.

“And you’re fuckin’ handsome, baby. Mister Handsome. As. Fuck.” You pulled his mouth down to yours and kissed him with a smile, feeling his own smile against yours, and you clenched around him, your grin turning devilish as he growled in response.

“Ohhhh darlin’. Now that feels fuckin’ amazing.” His head fell back and his eyes were closed as he started moving against you again, then he leaned forward until his lips found your skin, and he was kissing and nipping at your collarbones, your shoulders, your neck, thrusting harder, pushing deeper, as the pressure started to build.

“Yes, Bucky please, oh god yes!” Your cries rang out, nails digging into Bucky’s skin as he chased the end, and he angled his hips just enough that you started to see stars, that wave breaking and crashing wildly over you again. As you fluttered around him, squeezing his cock impossibly tight, Bucky roared, fucking you through it until he was spilling inside you. You could feel every ripple of muscle beneath your hands, every flex against your skin, every pulse of him inside of you, and it was so fucking good that you almost whited out.

When he collapsed against you, panting, a sheen of sweat covering his body, you whimpered, wiggling against him, feeling completely blissed out, but also sensitive and tingly all over. Bucky rolled to his side, pulling you against him and nuzzling into your neck again.

“Baby you’re so good. You make me feel amazing…” He kissed your neck and pulled a blanket over the two of you, and you snuggled against him, trying to curl into him and much as you could.

“Mmm, thanks Bucky. My fucky Bucky, Mr manly, handsome and adorable.” Bucky snorted against your skin again, and the giggles overtook you both once again.

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[curlyfusilli123]

i'll give you the sun playlist <3

these are random associations i made between songs and igyts characters/ships/stories and it's 12 am and i'm bored so why not

boys will be bugs - cavetown for noah

"I'm a dumb teen boy, I eat sticks and rocks and mud"

"Don't mess with me, I’m a big boy now and I'm very scary"

"I have friends who understand me, their names are spider, beetle bee"

this song is totally a representation of noah's personality. i mean noah spends most of his time outdoors. in the trees. with bugs and animals. you can't tell me this wouldn't be his favorite song c'mon.

august - taylor swift for noah and brian (this one's gonna be a looong one)

"But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine"

"Your back beneath the sun Wishin' I could write my name on it Will you call when you're back at school? I remember thinkin' I had you"

"And say, "Meet me behind the mall" So much for summer love and saying "us" 'Cause you weren't mine to lose You weren't mine to lose, no"

IT'S SETTLED. THIS SONG BELONGS TO NOAH AND BRIAN PLEASE DON'T TELL ME OTHERWISE. just remember the way they spent every day of the summer together and how noah felt when brian had to go away to boarding school after everything that's happened. the summer went by so quickly and it ended horribly for both of them even though they were seriously crushing on each other.

california girls - katy perry

I declare this the national anthem of 13-year-old Jude and the Hornets. Do I even have to explain?

diana - one direction (dianna sweetwine and guillermo garcia)

oh god, oh god. this song was made for guillermo and dianna's story. i mean, these lyrics:

"Diana, let me be the one to Light a fire inside those eyes You've been lonely, you don't even know me But I can feel you crying Diana, let me be the one to Lift your heart up and save your life I don't think you even realize Baby, you'd be saving mine Diana"

AND PARTICULARLY,

"I wanna reach out for ya, I wanna break these walls I speak a different language, but I still hear you call"

REMEMBER? REMEMBER, REMEMBER?! GUILLERMO IS A MAN WHO WHEN HE WALKS IN A ROOM ALL THE WALLS FALL DOWN. it's obvious that Louis Tomlinson read I'll Give You the Sun and loved it so much he wrote a song about it

enchanted - taylor swift (jude and oscar)

"There I was again tonight Forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy Vanished when I saw your face All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you"

this verse might as well be based on when jude was looking for guillermo's studio all weary and desperate until she went to the church and met oscore and, well, you know

"Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?" 'Cross the room your silhouette Starts to make its way to me The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks Like passing notes in secrecy"

god, i rewrote an entire verse of this song in jude's point of view because it's actually perfect. they both met each other indirectly before they ACTUALLY met each other and when they spent time together it was all like, "where have i seen you before?!?!" and i think this verse really just speaks for the origins of their relationship

better than revenge (jude and oscar and brooke)

a little irrelevant ig but these lyrics perfectly describe that part when jude hid in the closet in the studio while oscar and brooke were hanging out

"The story starts when it was hot and it was summer and

I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him

She came along, got him alone and let's hear the applause

She took him faster than you could say "sabotage""

traitor - olivia rodrigo (noah and brian and freaking courtney)

yeah yeah we're all aware that noah and brian are now out and perfectly happy with each other BUT that huge incident when brian said he's done with noah and then the next day noah saw him and courtney together:

"Yeah, I played dumb but I always knew That you talked to her, maybe did even worse I kept quiet so I could keep you And ain't it funny How you ran to her The second that we called it quits?" "And ain't it funny How you said you were friends? Now it sure as hell don't look like it You betrayed me And I know that you'll never feel sorry For the way I hurt, yeah"

those last two lines especially!! brian was completely overwhelmed with fear of being outed (which is fair) that he probably forgot to consider how noah was feeling or what's been going on with him lately

[angellesword]

YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (13)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: discussion of injuries which i know nothing about, effects of drunk driving.

SERIES: CHAPTER 12 | CHAPTER 14

Jeon Jeongguk missed you.

He missed you so much he felt like he was going crazy.

He didn't realize that a big part of you was occupying his whole being to the point that when the two of you separated ways, he felt like everything he had meant nothing if you weren't in his life.

He had been dreaming of buying his own apartment ever since he was young, but now that he finally had a house that he could call his own, Jeongguk came to know that this wasn't what he wanted.

What he desired was not a house—he wanted a home and home was wherever you were.

The walls surrounding him weren't going to protect him. It actually hurt him. The deafening silence kept on bouncing that he felt like he was gonna lose his sense of hearing.

Jeongguk decided he hated silence.

He wanted his house to be filled with your laughter.

"Seriously, Guk. Why am I here?"

Jeongguk couldn't speak as Red continued to glare at him.

Ji-eun and her father couldn't visit today because Namjoon had work to do. This left Jeongguk with no choice but to invite his ex-girlfriend in his abode. He hated being alone since it reminded him of how fucked up he was.

He needed a distraction.

"So now you're giving me the silent treatment?" Red rolled her eyes. This was one of her ex lover's habits that she hated. Jeongguk was so bad when it came to communicating.

"You need to tell me the truth if this is about her." Red sighed and Jeongguk froze. The former hadn't mentioned your name, yet Jeongguk was already affected. He knew Red was referring to you.

"I like her a lot and as much as I enjoy doing you a favor, I can't do this forever."

"Msorry..." Jeongguk avoided Red's eyes as he bit his lower lip. His heart hurt a lot.

"No." She shook her head as if her ex's apology was pure bullshit. This was truly unacceptable. "This isn't just about you, Jeongguk. Did you know that the whole office is either questioning my sexuality or thinking I'm a kiss-ass?"

"What?" The confused boy flicked his gaze at Red.

She snorted and then rolled her eyes once more.

"People think I'm in love with your soulmate because I basically cook her three meals a day. I also remind her to drink water, take her vitamins, leave her sweet notes, and change the flowers in her vase just because you are too much of a pussy to do it on your own!"

Jeongguk averted Red's glare again. She was right. He was a fucking coward—too scared to do all these good things on his own.

He was the one who left you, but he felt like you didn't want to do anything with him anymore. Jeongguk had accepted his sad fate, but it didn't mean he would stop taking care of you.

The truth was he was the one who cooked the food you eat every day. He was the one writing you sweet notes, he was the one bombarding Red text messages to kindly remind you to do the simple things you usually forgot because of your busy schedule.

Jeongguk was doing all of this without your knowledge.

How could he tell you when he knew he was unnecessarily mean to you?

"I mean it's about right. I told you I'm gonna stay here for a few months. It's over now. I don't want to be your tenant anymore."

What he said to you six months ago was deeply engraved in his head. This lie was what kept him awake at night.

Jeongguk was lying. Yes. It was true that he didn't want to be your tenant, but it didn't mean that he didn't want to live with you anymore.

But he was so confused—so fucked up in the head that the only solution was to push you away.

He stood by his belief. You did not understand anything and you did not love him.

But Jeongguk was sure of one thing—or at least he thought so.

"I-I," his adam's apple bobbed up and down. He was nervous.  "I think I like her..."

The girl's scoff indicated that she didn't like what he just said.

"You think?" She crossed her arms, making Jeongguk flinch. Her reaction reminded him of the time he met Red at Seokjin's birthday party.

"Why did you follow me, Jeongguk?" Red looked like she had seen a ghost, but she still folded her arms over her chest to intimidate Jeongguk.

It was easy to frighten him. All she had to do was to raise her brow and cross her arms.

"Wow," your soulmate gritted his teeth. "You haven't seen me in so long and this is how you greet me?"

Jeongguk wasn't expecting to see Red at this party. He was here because he wanted to be your date. The thought of you bringing Hoseok to this party made him so angry.

"How do you expect me to react, Guk? I don't want you here!" She was panicking. Jeongguk called her a bitch the last time they had seen each other.

Right now, Red couldn't help but think that Jeongguk would cause ruckus again.

This couldn't happen. Not right now. Not when people were watching Seokjin, and definitely not when you were here.

Red went to the veranda to get some air. She couldn't face you, couldn't face Jeongguk, and couldn’t face Seokjin. The latter had no idea that Jeongguk was the ex she was talking about. They hadn't had the chance to talk about your soulmate because Seokjin was too caught up with the divorce trial.

"So that's it, huh?" Jeongguk clenched his fist. "You'll just decide you don't want me anymore just because you found your soulmate!?"

"Yes!" Red did not even hesitate. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was so scared. All she could think about was the fact that Jeongguk could destroy this evening.

"I found my soulmate and I'm okay now. You should be happy too, JK. You have met the person destined for you."

Jeongguk looked away. How could he be happy? He found you, but he liked Red.

Red knew what was running inside his mind, so she shook her head and looked at Jeongguk straight in the eyes.

"Do not hurt her, Jeon. She's a one of a kind girl. You can't find another person as sweet and smart as her."

'But you're sweet and smart too!' Jeongguk wanted to argue.

"She saved my life. I owe her everything I have. I wouldn't even be able to meet my soulmate if it wasn't for her." She sobbed.

"So don't. Please. Don't hurt her."

Jeongguk blinked back to reality upon realizing that he broke Red's request.

He hurt you. Bad.

"You have to be one hundred percent sure about what you feel for her, Jeongguk. She deserves better than this."

He remained quiet, still pondering on what he felt.

Six months passed, but he felt like it wasn't enough to ease his doubts.

"No." He blurted out. "I-I like her,"

Red's expression softened, but she wasn't convinced yet. Jeongguk was stammering as if he wasn't certain.

"Are you really sure? I know I'm always pressuring you, but I want you to be real." She said carefully.

Jeongguk's heart was hammering. It felt like it wanted to be free from the cold cage he built.

"I don't know!" He looked like he was in a lot of pain. Tears were actually threatening to fall down his cheeks.

Jeongguk hated feelings. Why were they so complicated?

"Okay, Gukkie. Calm down."

Gukkie. You called him this. Jeongguk had another realization. That nickname was only cute when it came out of your pretty mouth.

He wanted to kiss you.

"I think you're just guilty and confused right now," Red started.

He could only listen.

"Guilty because you are being held back by the amount of time we spent together. You drilled it in your head that I am the one for you. You ignored the fact that soulmates exist and now that you're experiencing how the soulmate bond works, you became confused."

Red could feel that Jeongguk was skeptical of his own feelings. He was probably thinking that it was impossible for him to fall in love with you with just a few months.

But you see, that was how the soulmate bond worked. It made the impossible possible.

"I know it's hard to suddenly believe into something especially when all your life, you ignored and denied the existence of it."

Jeongguk only pursed his lips into a thin line.

Red continued.

"You feel guilty for trying to unlearn what you believe is a myth, but it's okay, Jeongguk. It's okay to let me go. You aren't cheating. Your feelings simply changed. Don't let our memories together ruin what your heart truly wants."

Confusion was eating him alive again.

"H-How do you know all of this?" He asked softly, making Red chuckle.

"Why do you think it took me so long to tell you that I found my soulmate, huh?"

Jeongguk shook his head. He honestly had no idea.

"It’s because I also went through this, Guk. It took me months to finally admit the truth to you since I was so guilty. We have been together for almost a decade and I feel like it would be such a waste to just let you go, but the heart wants what it wants. It's so much easier to just let things go."

Jeongguk grimaced. He regretted being an ass to Red when they broke up. If he only knew that it was this hard to be in denial...

"But don't get me wrong, okay? Letting go doesn't mean that you have to completely erase your memories with people. I still treasure the moments we spent together and I love you, Jeongguk—not in a romantic way, but I will always love you."

He was his first love, his first friend. Jeongguk had always been there for her. She knew he truly loved her.

As Red talked about their memories together, Jeongguk then started to reminisce the moments he had with you.

It was weird.

Weird that your memories together were not even half as many as the moments he spent with Red, yet all that's on his mind was you.

This was what terrified Jeongguk. You barely spent time together, but what he felt for you was strong—too strong that it defeated his ten years with Red.

"I don't know what to do," Jeongguk choked out a sob. It's annoying because Red was laughing.

"You poor bunny. I wish I could tell you how I did it, but you have to figure this on your own." This was the last thing she said before leaving Jeongguk alone.

Alone with his treacherous thoughts.

He kept playing the conversation he had with Red, making him realize that his own thoughts was the one making this hard for him.

Red was wrong.

Jeongguk wasn't confused.

He knew exactly what he felt for you.

He was just too much of a coward to admit it.

He never learned.

The six months he spent away from you should have served as a lesson by now, but no. Here he was, still ignoring the ache in his chest.

Jeongguk regretted leaving you months ago. He had to admit that it wasn't instant though.

That's the thing about regret. It came into a beautiful form—a disguise telling him that this was what he wanted even though he knew deep down that it was not.

He hated himself because of this. There were many warning signs from other people. He had heard so many times that regret was a two-faced bitch. It felt good at first, making him feel like he was floating because he was finally free.

But then it would come back to haunt him—to drown him with what ifs and I should have—to suffocate him until he couldn't breathe anymore.

Jeongguk hated himself because of this. Why couldn't he be like others? He envied those people who could express their feelings in the right way. Those people who knew how to dodge regret.

He wasn't like them. He got overwhelmed too quickly—causing him to panic and do stupid things.

But really. What was his way of expressing himself? How could he ease the doubts in his head?

What kind of outlet would serve as his way to be able to express the heaviness in his chest?

Jeongguk could only think about one thing.

He went to his art room. There was too much space in this house, but his loneliness still couldn't fit.

Everything in this room was sad. The easel looked sad, the palette looked sad, his blank canvas looked sad.

It was sad that he couldn't find the will to paint anymore.

What was the use of seeing colors when he couldn't do what he loved? What was the used of seeing colors when he couldn't see the color in your eyes?

Jeongguk's lips trembled as he gripped the brush in his hand.

He really couldn't do it.

Maybe he should look at his previous works to get inspiration?

Yeah. That's probably the best thing to do...

Jeongguk brought out the box full of the things you had bought for him.

It had been half a year since he touched these materials. He couldn't bring himself to even look at this before. It reminded him so much of you.

Jeongguk let out a shaky breath.

The box was overloading with art. The months he spent with you caused him to produce these lovely sketches.

He smiled while looking at the pile of sticky notes on the floor. These were the ones he drew when he was overwhelmed with colors.

Sketching was much simpler. It calmed his raging emotions.

Jeongguk started to absentmindedly piece together the pictures in the sticky notes drawn by him.

"Holy shit," his eyes suddenly dilated upon realizing that these tiny sketches made up a larger picture of your eyes when they were put together—similar to a puzzle.

Jeongguk's blood was rushing. It was as if he was slapped by reality.

The larger picture was your eyes, the small ones that were drawn in each sticky notes were every tiny detail about you: your mouth, your neck, your fingers, and everything in between.

This was it.

This was his way of expressing feelings.

His lips lie, but his artworks tell.

Jeongguk understood now what Red was implying. She was right. No one could help him, not even the love you claimed you felt for him.

This was all on Jeongguk. He realized that he had to admit it himself that he loved you, that he wanted to be with you, and that he believed in soulmates because he wanted to and not because other people force him to do so.

Realization was the complete opposite of regret. The latter was slow, the former was instant. It would hit you when you least expected it.

Jeongguk was certain.

His doubts were cleared because he knew you could see colors now.

You should be able to see with flashing colors and light, so why weren't you?

"J-Jimin?" You whispered, uncertain, unstable, and unhappy.

You were surrounded by negative prefix that was making him feel sick.

When Jeongguk found out that he loved you, he imagined begging for forgiveness at your feet— telling you how much of an idiot he was and that he was willing to take whatever you could give—no, scratch that. You didn't have to give anything at all.

It was his time to show you how much you meant to him.

This was why Jeongguk texted you, asking you to meet him. When you didn't answer, he was forced to call you.

Unfamiliar voice welcomed him to bring the terrible news.

The person on the other line told him that you were in a hospital. Your car crashed because you were driving under the influence of alcohol.

Jeongguk didn't know what to do after knowing this information. He was out of his mind. It was a miracle that he was able to reach the hospital in one piece.

He remembered running like crazy, he was crossing the street even though cars were approaching. He ignored the profanities leaving their mouths.

He just didn't care about anything. He just needed to get to you.

He couldn't get to you—at least not now. The doctors were still treating you. Luckily they told Jeongguk everything. He didn't even need to show his I.D to prove that the two of were related. He only needed to tell them that he was your soulmate.

It's funny how he refused to believe in the idea of soulmate before, but right now, he was using it to beg other people to believe that you were destined to be together.

Jeongguk waited in vain, staring into the space and praying to God he didn't believe in.

Desperation always led people into doing things they never thought they'd ever do.

"You're Jimin, right?" You continued to ask, still unsure.

Jeongguk didn't know how to answer. You were acting strange. Couldn't you tell that it was him who was in front of you now? Was this one of effects of the accident?

"I'm sorry I keep asking," you bit the inside of your cheeks as tears filled your eyes.

Jeongguk was quick to wipe your tears away. His touch was gentle, but you still winced.

Everything about you hurt.

"I can't see you. I-I can't see anything. It's all black..."

Jeongguk's heart sank, his blood running cold.

What did you just say?

"I'm so scared, Jimin-ah. This is different from the colorless world." Your tears were flowing non-stop, similar to the painful sound that kept on hammering your soulmate's chest.

"I feel like I'm going crazy. There's nothing here, it's just darkness sucking me in."

You were quivering in agitation. You felt helpless. It was as though everyone was fully geared up and you're here, naked—just waiting to be taken advantage of.

Being blind made you more vulnerable. You just wished this wasn't forever. The doctors said that there were two probable reasons why you couldn't see.

The first one was because of the accident. They already treated your injuries, but they said you still needed an eye surgery. Apparently, you hit your head when your car crashed. They said you didn't need to worry since this was the most common type of treatment for people experiencing temporary blindness.

Temporary.

You hoped this was temporary. Your heart couldn't take it if the reason why you were blind was because of your tragic fate.

The doctors told you that your blindness might be because of the existence of soulmate. It had come to your learning that the medical world was now considering this myth as a reality.

If this was the case, you were really damned.

"I'm sorry..." Jeongguk blurted out. He couldn't stop crying after knowing what happened to you.

This was not how it was supposed to go. Why was the universe being so cruel to him? Was he wrong? Was breaking from the phase of denial not enough? Was he really your soulmate? But why...why did you turn blind after he finally accepted the love he felt for you? Was it not enough?

Was Jeongguk not enough? Did he hurt you to the point that nothing, not even his love, could bring you back to light?

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry!" Jeongguk wailed, he was aching to touch you, but he was scared to cause you pain.

He caused you pain.

He would always cause you pain.

This was evident when you felt a sharp pang in your chest upon recognizing his voice.

He wasn't Jimin.

You did not pour your heart to Park Jimin.

You told everything to the wrong person.

You made yourself vulnerable in front of Jeon Jeongguk. Again.

"J-Jeongguk?" Your voice was loaded with disappointment and sadness.

He sobbed even harder.

"I-It's me," his voice cracked. "I'm here."

It's me. I'm here. If you were the person you were before, you would probably be rejoicing now.

Jeon Jeongguk was here. You didn't know if he was here because of you or not. In the end, it didn't matter since:  "I'm glad," you said." I'm glad you're here."

You did not sound like you were glad. Not at all. Jeongguk couldn't be mistaken. Your voice was too monotonous to be considered happy. Your expression was impassive it made you look like you had no life.

But you were glad. You're sure of this because at least you didn't have to beg Jimin or any other people to ask Jeongguk to come see you.

He was here so you could already tell him what you had been meaning to.

"I'm sorry, Jeongguk," this was what you meant.

He did not understand.

Why were you saying sorry when he should be the one begging you to take him back?

"I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable so many times. I didn't mean to—"

"Don't say that," he cut you off, but you continued.

This time you were smiling.

"Allow me to," you gulped. "Allow me to so that I could understand why."

What were you saying now?

"I have to apologize and you have to tell me what I did wrong, Jeongguk. You have to tell me what I did to make you hate me this much."

You were crying. The pain was unbearable. It was making you think of the worst case scenario. It was making you imagine things that weren't true. It was making you feel like his hatred towards you was the reason why you couldn't see.

You were blaming him.

You had the right to.

He hurt you so much.

"What did I do to deserve this?" You had been a good person. You weren't hurting anyone consciously. You had been giving everything you had, so why? Why was your soul still bleeding?

"I let you go, Jeongguk. I am letting you go. Can't you do the same? Can't you really let go of the hatred in your heart and just let me live?"

Jeongguk couldn't speak. You were feeding your head with lies.

Jeon Jeongguk did not hate you because Jeon Jeongguk loved you.

He loved you with all of his heart.

"Let me go, Jeongguk."

With his body.

"I don't want to be your soulmate anymore."

And soul.

You did not want to love Jeon Jeongguk.

You loved him. Once. But not this time.