#ignore me opening someone's profile 3 times

[screamingmorton]

friday the 13th is a game

[nvieditz]

bad decisions pt 2

alexia x reader

hey everyone! sorry it took a bit for this to be done (and i apologize for the bit of a cliffhanger but i have the “rest” of this done and will be coming out so i just liked how this ended haha)

warnings: no smut just plot (smut in the next part i promise) 2k+ word count

You get back to Ana’s apartment and it’s quiet and dark. You don’t even bother turning the lights off you  hang up your keys and head to the guest bedroom you’re staying in. 

You hop in the shower quickly before putting on a big t shirt and heading to bed. Out of curiosity you turned on your phone and opened google. 

You searched Fc Barcelona Alexia

The results were… wow.

You found yourself going through the images tab and reading her description. There was an instagram account link. You couldn’t help but click on it. 

Holy 3 million followers.

You basically stalked her whole profile for an embarrassing amount of time, being blown away by all the awards and trophies she’s won. You finally put your phone down when you realized what time it was. You had to stop thinking about her. 

But how could you when that was the best sex you’ve had in a long time. 

The next morning you wake up to noise in the kitchen. Ana must be up and getting ready to go to the gym, she always goes on weekend mornings. 

You have to get some work done so you decide to head to a coffee shop and do some work there. 

You throw on some jeans and a t shirt, grab your laptop and leave your bedroom. 

But what you see in your kitchen is a surprise. 

Ana is making breakfast and one of Alexia’s friends from last night was sitting on one of the stools from the kitchen island. 

“Oh, Hi y/n I didn’t hear you come in last night,” Ana asks, just as shocked as you are. 

Alexia’s friend flashes you an awkward smile. 

“Yeah sorry I got back pretty late,” you respond which adds more awkwardness to the air. “Well, I’m heading out so have fun.” You smile as you grab your house keys and head out. 

You put on your headphones and walk towards the coffee shop you saw that looked cute. 

It was a beautiful day in Barcelona, as always. You were considering moving here since your job is work from home and you’re tired of the rainy weather back home. And, it would help you be farther away from her. 

You reach the coffee shop and order your drink before claiming a small round table and get to work. You’re the social media manager of a new language learning app so your work today was mostly research, looking into new trends and what catches people’s eye. 

But then something catches your eye. 

Or someone. 

Shit. 

There’s Alexia, in line for a coffee, with another one of the girls from last night. 

You try to pretend you didn’t see her and continue work. You focus on your work and the Fletcher song you love playing in your headphones. 

You suddenly see Alexia standing in front of your table holding her coffee. “Mind if I sit here?” she asks. 

You wanted to say no but you didn’t want to be rude. “Sure,” you said as politely as possible without trying to incite anything. 

You try your best to ignore her and continue your work, but you can feel her staring at you. You look up at her from your laptop. 

“Why are you ignoring me?” She asks, clearly annoyed. 

“Because I came here to do my job not chit chat.” you realized you snapped at her a beat too late. Her face flashed with anger. “I’m sorry, I’m just not in the best mood.” you try to salvage the situation.

“No, I mean clearly you couldn’t wait to leave yesterday so I don’t know what happened because according to… you know… you seemed like you had a good time.” she presses. 

You take a deep breath before answering. “I did have a good time,” you pause, “but if I’m being honest, I just wanted a one night thing to distract me from- well it doesn’t matter from what.” you shake off the mopey feeling creeping back up. 

She looks confused. “Ok, I don’t fully understand but I respect your boundaries.” she states but she doesn’t get up.

You look at her just as confused. She finally starts to get up but before she leaves she leans in and whispers, “Oh and you left your strap in my apartment,” she winks. “and your hair looks really good down like that.” she smiles as she walks away. 

You hide the blush her comment made you get by taking a sip of your coffee. You finally get back to work. 

You’re packing up your stuff after a few hours doing some work and your phone dings. 

Thinking it was Ana you pick up your phone immediately. 

[instagram] @alexiaputellas has started following you 

You scoff at your phone. You ignore it and put your phone away. How did she even find your profile anyway? 

You walk out of the coffee shop and head back with the intention to just relax for a few hours and maybe go grab some dinner with Ana. 

Your phone dings again.

[instagram] @alexiaputellas “when do you plan on picking up your things 😉”

You can’t help but smile because clearly she wanted to see you again, very badly. But you still felt like she wanted something more that you didn’t want. 

You ignored the message again for now and headed home with Ana. 

You walk in the door and see Ana sitting on the couch watching tv. 

“Hey,” you say as you kick your shoes off. 

“Hey where’d you go?” she asks.

You set your bag on the counter and head over to sit next to her. “I went to the coffee shop to do some work,” you reply nonchalantly. 

She looks at you for a beat. “Are you ok? You seemed off this morning. And also why were you here this morning weren’t you going home with Alexia?” her voice came off teasing at the sound of Alexia’s name. 

“Yeah I’m fine, I did go home with her but decided it was best not to stay.” you replied trying to end the conversation. 

“Well, what was it?” she asks, “Was she… bad?” she whispered jokingly. 

You laughed softly, “No, she was… great,” you smile. 

“Sooo… what was it?” she asks, clearly genuinely interested. 

You take a beat to think about what to say, “Well, I don’t know. I feel like staying would insinuate that I wanted more than just a one night thing and you know I’m not looking for anything right now, not so soon after.. you know who.” you look down sadly. 

“You can say her name you know… she’s not

voldemort,” Ana laughs, “and I understand, and I’m sorry about the whole thing with Ona this morning, I didn’t mean for it to be awkward.” 

You laugh, “It’s ok. So how was that?” you tease. 

“Really good,” she smiles. “Oh and she asked if we wanted to go to a party she’s having tomorrow?” she slips in quickly. 

“Oh god I don’t know, Alexia’s probably gonna be there isn’t she?” you ask worriedly. The last thing you needed was seeing her again. 

“Oh come on, I don’t want to go by myself and I like her. If you see her you can just ignore her, flirt with another one of her friends, let her know you don’t want anything for sure,” she begs, “Please? for me?” she begs like a small child. 

You think about it for a second, “Fine.” 

Ana practically jumps for joy and kisses your forehead, “Thank you thank you. It’ll be fun I promise,” she runs over to grab her phone, presumably to text Ona and let her know we’re coming. 

You get comfortable on the couch and put on an episode of Modern Family before you and Ana sat on the small table in the kitchen eating some leftover Paella from a few nights ago, still as good as new. 

After eating you decide to go to bed early, needing to catch up on sleep. When you get in bed you open instagram and once again are reminded of Alexia’s message. 

And the fact that you hadn’t followed her back. 

You were too tired to do anything about this—smartly at least. 

You ignored it again for now and went to bed. 

The next morning you wake up dreading this party— and that was an understatement. 

But you had to get up to get some

work done.

You get up and sit yourself on the couch with a cup of coffee. You didn’t bother to change out of your pajamas since you had no meetings today. 

You spent the next few hours designing posts for the company and diving into instagram looking for potential trends for promoting the company more. 

By the time you’ve almost driven yourself mad, your computer is about to die and it’s almost time to clock out. You go to grab your charger but your phone pings. 

You turn around to grab it and see the notification from instagram. 

[Instagram] @alexiaputellas “can’t wait to see you tonight.”

You scoff and ignore the message. You grab your computer charger and plug it into your laptop. 

Your phone dings again. 

[Instagram] @alexiaputellas “you can’t keep ignoring me you know?” 

You smiled at the message and continued to ignore it. 

After a little bit, you finished work and started to get ready since the party was in a few hours. 

You started to realize you feel a little excited to see Alexia. You like the attention. 

And as long as you don’t let it get any further, there’s no harm in a little fun.

You just had to make sure it was just for fun.

You were finishing getting doing your makeuo when you heard Ana get back from work. 

“Hi babe, how are you?” she called from the living room. 

“Good, just getting ready!” you called back. 

You hear her footsteps getting closer to you before she enters the bathroom that you’re in. “Sorry it took me so long to get back we’ll probably be late to the party,” she said. She looked at you and your almost finished makeup, “You look really hot for someone who doesn’t want to go to this party.” 

You laugh as if what she said was ridiculous, “Oh please. I just don’t want to be caught underdressed,” you joked. 

“One thing is not being underdressed and another thing is looking like you want Alexia to fuck you senseless again,” she teases. 

Your face goes red, “When did I say anything about senseless?” you laugh. 

“Oh you don’t have to tell me. I know,” she whispers as she leaves to go get ready. 

You look at yourself in the mirror thinking maybe you are overdressing. 

You decided to wear a red tank top that showed just enough cleavage to not be too showy but not modest. You wore your low rise, black jeans that fit you so well and you know you look really good in them. You decided to add a belly chain to the outfit to make it look even better. You decided to keep your hair down for the night. 

You convinced yourself this hair decision had nothing to do with Alexia’s comment in the coffee shop the other day.

When Ana is done getting ready you order an uber to come pick you up and you wait until it arrives. You grab your bag and your keys and you and Ana head out the door. 

When you’re in the uber you find yourself mindlessly scrolling through instagram and you end up going through the barca femenil squad instagram. 

Just to see who may all be at the party, not to look at pictures of Alexia. 

When you get there you get out of the uber and realize, this is the same building Alexia’s apartment is in. Figures that they live in the same building. 

Unwanted memories of the other night come flooding back. 

You shake off the warm feeling in your body as you walk into the building. 

You can hear music from the entrance and you assume that’s coming from the party. 

You head up the stairs and reach the apartment where the party noise is coming from. Ana knocks on the door a d a few seconds later Ona opens the door. 

“Hi,” she hugs Ana then gestures for both of you to come in, “Come in” she smiles. 

You walk in and in no surprise, most of the women there are all extremely fit and definitely fellow footballers. You spot Alexia in the kitchen talking to someone else. You pretend you didn’t see her as you said hi to the others. 

Ana sits down to where Ona is sitting and Ona offers to grab both of you something to drink. You taker her up on her offer and ask for a rum and coke. 

You sit down on the end of the couch no one seems to be taking up. 

You mindlessly switch from paying attention to the conversations around you and not. You’re happy Ana seems to be having a good time but you’re a little bored. 

That is, before someone sits next to you. 

This woman is FIT. 

Brown hair with dyed blonde highlights and an energy that exuded so much confidence it was intimidating. 

She’s wearing a tight white t shirt and some dark blue pinstripe low rise jeans, with some boxers

peaking above them.  

“Hola,” she says to you, her eyes quickly rake down your body and back up. “I’m Misa, nice to meet you.” 

She extends a hand for you to shake, you smile a little before grabbing her hand and shaking it lightly. “I’m y/n, nice to meet you too.” 

She smiles at you, “So, how do you know Ona?” she asks. 

Not wanting to tell her the full truth, you said, “Oh, Ana’s my best friend,” you gesture toward where they’re sitting. 

“Lovely,” she teases. You can feel her slowly inching closer to you. 

“So, do you play on the barcelona team as well?” you ask her, subconsciously hoping Alexia is watching this conversation, you try to be more into this conversation. 

“No,” she smiles, “I play for Madrid but I’m friends with most of these girls from the Spanish national team. I’m here visiting.” 

Misa was about to say something else,

but you can feel Alexia watching you from your peripheral and something took over you. 

You quickly break the distance between you and Misa and kiss her. You can feel her surprise at first but she slowly deepens the kiss as her hand wanders to your thigh. You break apart from the kiss after what felt like hours. 

“Can I get you another drink?” she asks you softly. 

“Yes please,” you smile. She grabs your empty glass off of the table and heads to the bar to refresh your drink. 

Immediately as she’s gone you feel someone else sit next to you. 

You turn to see Alexia. She looks… mad. But why would she be mad? You guys aren’t together. 

“Hi Alexia,” you say blankly. 

“Hi,” she says flatly, “why have you been ignoring me?” 

“Who says I’m ignoring you?” you snap back. 

“You, right now.” she bites back. “Why are you acting like this? Did I do something?” now she seems worried. 

You sigh and look down for a moment. 

You think about what to say for a moment. 

You put your hand on her thigh. You look at her and your eyes darken. She looks really good and you hadn’t noticed from how much you were trying to pretend she wasn’t there. 

“We can keep doing this,” you point between the two of you, your voice lowers, “if you promise, there are no feelings. This is just for fun. Because I am not ready for a relationship,” You say blatantly. 

She seems a little taken aback at first but then her eyes darken. “Ok,” she pauses for a moment. She leans in to kiss you. It’s a soft kiss but slow. Painfully slow. She pulls away and whispers, “Meet me in my apartment in 30 minutes,” before getting up and heading out the door. 

You realize you don’t remember which apartment is hers. 

Shit. 

[someonegoood]

MY WHOLE LIFE pt. 2 ✫ mason mount

part 1, part 2, final part.

in which life does not go on after Mason breaks your heart over and over again. (brother’s best friends troop).

CONTAINS: brother’s best friend troop, angst, some smut (not really explicit) & fluff ! age gap, arguments...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: here's part 2 ! Mason made his first goal for United and I'm emotional 💞 I'll do part 3 later

taglist: @dreamingofautopia @xjval @sunflower-tia @sad-fridge2323 @girlidekanymore @borbolwra3

Chelsea added to their story.

Your phone notified you, immediately dampening your mood. Everything was related to him.

It’s been two months since Mason shattered your heart after that nightmare of a night. The funny thing is that a part of you didn’t hate him, a part of you that still loved him existed. 

You had waited for him to text you to ask how you were and if you were free to hang out. And by the time you realized that he wasn’t going to, it was too late… too awkward for you to ask as well. So, both of you had resorted to ignorance and hostility. 

Life eventually went on, even though you had cut one of the most important people out of your life. And you’d see yourself by night, in your dreams. All these faces in the crowded city of London, and for some reason, you’d still try to find his. Mason was no longer yours.

Although he never was.

The first time Mason saw you after that night was a couple of months later, at a family lunch. The two families —Mounts and yours—had united in your family's garden for a little lunch to catch up on life. You had turned twenty and Lyon was old news. 

But Mason’s eyes were stuck on your body as he watched you sit between his sister and your brother just before him. Sipping from a glass of wine that you most likely didn’t like, he glanced at you.

Your brother had brought his new girlfriend with him and even though you were still as close as ever, his attention was on the pretty blonde talking to your nanny.

Mason had spent so much of his life avoiding you, but after the night of the party, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. Although he just couldn’t. 

—Dear, will you serve me a little piece of that cake? —Your mother had her plate in her hand, waiting for Mason to react. It took him about five seconds to come out of his trance and then he served her what she had ordered.

He was too busy thinking about you.

—So, Mason… when is your next match? Your dad told me you were playing for England. —Your mom tried to lighten up the mood since you were not bickering with Mason as you were on other occasions. 

Mason smiled up while you looked at him and caught a glimpse of his beautiful Cheshire cat smile.

—I’m playing next week, on Sunday… —He looked around at everyone and proceeded. —You are all invited, of course. 

After an hour or two, everyone stood up, scattering around the decorated garden. Mason grabbed his phone from the table and headed to the kitchen in search of a beer.

In the background, the voices of the two families blurred together as you finished washing your plate. Both Mount sisters were busy playing card games with their mother and your brother was having a talk about politics, which you were not at all interested in. You had no one to talk to.

Suddenly, you feel someone behind you trying to open the refrigerator. That bloody refrigerator, which, being so old, could not be opened correctly. You turned around, not expecting to see Mason looking at you.

You headed to the refrigerator to open it, so Mason moved from where he was previously standing, leaning on the kitchen counter. You gave the refrigerator a little kick and it opened.

—Thanks… —He said grabbing the beer, the tension being palpable in the air. After a long pause, you continued:

—How are you? —you asked, he could feel your eyes staring into his side profile, but he stared at the sun setting over the British landscape.

—I’m alright.

Scoring some scarce points with Chelsea has become almost impossible under a year ago now, and you really felt sorry for him, knowing everything he and his team put in.

—How are you holding up? —you stood next to him, nudging his shoulder with yours, before looking down at the floor. You felt the look of pity that Mason was giving you, but you tried to ignore it.

—Thank you, really. 

—Mase...

He looked in your eyes this time, he looked so sad, so broken. So desperate for a hug. You didn’t pressure him to answer your question, instead, you gently placed your head on his shoulder looking along the garden in silence.

—It will be alright, you know. —He hummed, knowing you were still hurt because of what he had said.

—I know. —You whispered back. —And don't worry much about scoring, in the least expected moments your shot is the one that serves the most.

He hated how much you believed him because at that moment he felt like the six-year-old boy with dreams bigger than the world itself, who thought everything was possible. 

Mason looked down at you, the smile on his lips was enough to melt your heart, and threw his head back in a laugh. 

—I don't think I’m ever getting rid of you.

Now it was your turn to laugh. After all the laughing he noticed how your eyes shifted from his own to his lips, and then he remembered why he was avoiding you in the first place. He did a face.

—I know, I know. —You said with a sad look on your face.

—You know I’m too old for you, right? —Mason whispered as he leaned his forehead on yours.

—I’m in it for the long game, Mount.

It felt like your heart was twisting and stuttering, sometimes beating too quickly that you were afraid it was going to push you over the edge. You wanted him to notice, to do something to fix it. 

Time went on flying, the last few days being hectic. It was already Sunday and today Mason was playing with England and obviously, you were more than proud. He had invited your brother —his best friend—, you and your family to watch him from the special box for family and friends.

The cold air hits your face as soon as you enter the box with your family. Excited, you see Debbie and Tony, and their children already seated. You were so nervous that your hands were even sweating.

You sit next to Stacey, Mason's older sister. She gives you a smile.

—Nervous about the game? —she asks.

—A bit, yes... —you say as you settle down, your eyes scanning the pitch, looking for him. For Mason. 

—This should be an easy game, England has a better team.

—You never know. —you reply. You were almost freezing, you only had the basic England t-shirt on.

Stacey noticed that you were shivering from the cold and decided to take off the sweatshirt she had tied around her shoulders. She put it on your lap and smiled.

—Put it on, otherwise, you'll freeze to death here. —she said, laughing.

—I'm... —You said about to deny it. For a second, you thought about the cold that you would catch without the sweatshirt, so you decided to take it. —Oh, never mind.

The sweatshirt was white and had his number and surname printed on the front, in a blue font. This made you remember the uncountable times when you stole Mason's sweatshirts just to have his number on you.

Stacey, without you seeing, grabbed her phone and texted his brother: "Just wanted to say that she's here and she's got your name on her sweatshirt. Good luck! We're all rooting for you. And don't worry, she'll wait for you."

All of a sudden, Summer, Mason's niece, came up to you asking if she could sit in your lap to have a better look at the pitch. It was no secret that Summer enjoyed seeing you, as she had grown up seeing your brother and you in the Mount household.

—Look over there, Summer! There is your uncle. —said Stacey, and both Summer and you looked over to where the players were entering the enormous pitch. There he was, beautiful as always.

The whistle was blown and the match started. Everyone was immersed in the excitement of the box, watching the match carefully. The atmosphere was electric, and each second increased the tension.

—Yes! —You screamed when Mason's friend, Declan, scored the opening goal, feeling your heart beat against your chest rapidly. Summer looked up at you with wide eyes, before she started giggling. You smiled and leaned down to where she was and kissed her on the forehead.

The second half started and your eyes only followed Mason running up and down the pitch. Only one goal was scored in the whole 45 minutes of the first half, that being Declan's goal.

Abruptly, Stones stole the ball from a player on the opposing team. He ran alone, jumped over some defenders and, feinting, the ball passed to Henderson on the right side. He analyzed the position of the players spread around the pitch before passing it to Foden, who was almost close to the goal.

He passed it to Mason and he, avoiding the players, aimed and kicked with all his strength.

The world went silent for a moment. He had scored.

After realizing that he had scored a goal, Mason ran to the end of the field, right where you were. The atmosphere was pure shouting, people jumping and celebrating but you only had eyes for Mason.

He looked towards the box looking for those who truly love him and just at that precise moment, you connected glances. With a shaky breath, you stood up from your seat and waved to him, also trying to hold Summer up with your other arm.

Mason's heart melted when he saw that scene and many things went through his head: he couldn't believe he had scored a goal after so long and he also couldn't believe how beautiful you looked with his niece in your arms.

In celebration, he pointed to both of you and you could only sigh in love. The game ended with a great performance from Mason and a win for England.

As soon as he stepped into the box, he scanned the room for you, but Summer caught him off guard.

—Uncle Mase! —she ran toward him and he picked her up, planting a kiss on her cheek while she wrapped her small arms around his neck.

—My favourite person! —His eyes fell on you and he didn't know if it was his imagination or the fact that he hadn't seen you in days, but you looked prettier than usual.

You were standing at the back, watching Mason greet his family. You felt shy and awkward, which made you hate the feeling even more. All you wanted was love from him and for that, you haven't slept well in the days after the family lunch with the Mount's.

—I played well, all thanks to you. —He kissed her head and his niece giggled. The little girl ran toward her mother and then closed the door, leaving you and Mason all alone. Your family had congratulated Mason before and told you they were waiting outside.

—How have you been? —His voice was gentle like he was afraid to say something.

—Mason! —you laughed. —You just scored a tremendous goal for England and you ask me how am I? Sometimes I don't understand you.

—Alright, alright. You have a point! —he laughed, definitely not missing those nervous butterflies in his stomach. He felt like a little boy.

His gaze searched yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. He scratched the back of his neck and then looked at your sweatshirt with his surname and number.

His number looked very good on you, he thought.

He gazed at your lips and he came dangerously close to you. You stepped back, hitting the table. Mason was looking straight into your eyes when he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and sat you on the table. You let out a little squeal. The air was thick with tension, and all you craved was to pull him close and kiss him passionately.

—We-we should go. —you said, clearing your throat. —Your family is waiting.

Quickly, Mason grabbed your wrist.

—Mase... You don’t have feelings. You don’t have a heart.

Now he’s frowning as he tries to unravel your words. His breath hitches.

—I feel things… —your heart twirls with the way his voice sounds. You had always loved his voice. How croaky it was. But you never imagined that it would turn your entire world upside down to hear him say that.

Pushing his hand down, you look back, weak and concerned. He worries you might have suddenly regretted all of this. That you would walk away and never want to talk to him ever again.

What he didn't know is that he's everything you were imagining those long nights… he had never kissed you, not even touched you.

—It’s okay if you want to stop- —he said, while you slid your hands under his t-shirt. Running up and down your hands through his lower torso, you felt his abs contract.

—Mount, I'm certain that I'm okay. —you said, giggling. He smirked. Your core grows tighter with his expressions, now holding onto his broad shoulders.

Unexpectedly, you both heard from behind the closed door someone shout: —Mate, are you there? The party starts at ten, hurry!

Fuck. That was your brother.

Mason had completely forgotten about the party in honour of their win. How the fuck was he getting out of that room with a hard-on? He had to calm himself.

You, on the other side, felt your heart falls into pieces. You thought about how long you had waited for this exact moment, every time you gave your endless hope all you ended up doing was bleeding. And this time, not only he was about to leave you alone but he was going to leave you turned on.

—I'm-I'm sorry... —he said, exiting quickly from the room.

After that match, you only heard from Mason through your brother. He had told you that after the match, at the party, Mason had rejected every girl who appeared to flirt with him.

Apparently, you've had an effect on him.

Mason hated how his heartbeat boomed in his ear when he saw you standing in his parents' house, with a blue shirt that had printed out the number 19 on the back, hugging your figure. 

You had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, you had for sure gone through puberty. He didn’t like to stare but he found it hard not to sometimes. Especially on family boat trips when you would wear a bikini in front of him.

—So, we're leaving after lunch. Do you want to meet at the stadium or at home?

You took a minute to understand. —What?

—The game, remember? We're having lunch here and then driving up to watch the game. —Said your brother, while getting on the boat. About three weeks had passed since you almost kissed Mason and now you were about to hop on the Mount's boat in Portsmouth.

You had completely forgotten about the game. During your conversations with your brother, you could sense that Mason hadn't mentioned anything about that night which was, in a way, kind of relieving.

Just like you, Mason had also forgotten that your family was coming over. But when his sister sent him a text saying that your family would join him before his game, he was flabbergasted.

You both hadn't spoken since the night of the win, but you both were thinking about that interaction since then. To forget that incident, he had spoken to one of his best friends, Ben, in search of a solution.

—Mate, what you need is a good fling. Maybe you should invite someone next time you're going on a family boat day —said Ben, laughing because of what Mason was asking him.

You got on Mason's boat, feeling heavy-hearted once again. After an hour, you were seated on the floor, helping Stacey with a puzzle, after your mom expelled you from the kitchen when trying to help her. Meanwhile, Mason and his mother sat down on the couch.

—She has grown into a beautiful woman, don't you think? —His mom said teasingly, already knowing that you were not the only one fallen for someone.

—Yes, she has. —He looked at you, seeing you laugh at something his sister had said. —Mom... I think I fucked up.

—If you had fucked up, she wouldn't be here.

—No mom, I really- —Mason got interrupted by the entrance of a tall, dark-eye, skinny blond, almost gotten out from a runway. She turned toward Mason and presented herself as Daphne, a friend. Debbie now understood why her son said he had fucked up really bad.

Your brother, seeing Daphne —the supposed fling of Mason— talking with him, turned to you.

—Forget your stuff, let’s just get off this boat. Don’t turn around okay? —his hands gripping strongly your shoulders. He knew how much you liked his best friend.

You laughed and followed your brother down the steps of the boat before stopping in your tracks.

—Since when have I ever listened to you? Dear God, I- — Your mouth fell open as you turned around to be met with Mason and his mother, and the presence of a girl that looked like an actual model.

She was leaning on him and he was laughing at whatever she had to say, while Debbie looked at you with pity. You felt like he had personally ripped your heart out, for a hundred times.

—You knew?

Your brother sighed before running his hands through his hair: —She's only a side thing, a one-time fling. I mean she’s not you, but he decided to find someone before Christmas. —He shrugged his shoulders and you felt the rage creeping up your body.

—What about me? When will I be happy? —you said, crying.

That sentence broke your brother's heart.

19 years to be exact, that's the time you've been waiting for him.

[heeseungwifey]

Does Layla need a mom?

pairing: jake x y/n

warning: contains smut!

It’s a chilly night so I’ve decided to go for some stockings with my mini skirt. I wish I could just ignore the cold for my Tinder date tonight but I should put my health first. I’m meeting a new guy called Jake, by his profile I know he’s 21, has gorgeous lips and a dog. That’s all I’m looking for in a man these days, someone I can have fun with. 

I order an Uber and go down the stairs, already kinda late for the reservation at the fancy Italian restaurant where we’re having our date. He made the reservation a week ago, he swears it’s the best food I’ll try in town. I get in the Uber and send him a message.

“Sorry, I'll be a few minutes late, traffic!” I sent it as the Uber driver was waiting on a red light. 

“No worries, I’m already here. I hope you do show up and not leave me stranded haha” Jake sends a smiley emoji and I get he’s nervous about this date too. We’ve been talking for a few weeks, friendly but also quite flirty, some texts getting borderline sexting. I’ve been trying not to overthink about how this night could end, but the thought of getting into this man’s bed has kept me zoning out since he asked me out. 

“Here it is lady, have a good night!” I get out of the car and thank the Uber driver, getting into the restaurant as fast as I can so I don’t ruin my hair in the rain. when I walk in, I scan the room to look for Jake, quickly spotting him at the end of the restaurant. He’s wearing a leather jacket, his hair pushed back and a neck chain, looking so good I almost got embarrassed to approach him. It would have been too late to escape since he already saw me, getting up and shaking his hand in the air so I could see him. 

“Hello! Wow you look gorgeous y/n” Jake kisses me on the cheek and I get to smell his perfume, manly and sexy. I sit down and take a sweet time to appreciate how he looks, admire his tan skin, his big nose, his beautiful smile and his hands, wishing that those would be touching me in a couple of hours. He’s doing the same as me, scanning me from head to toe with a sultry stare.

“You look really good too Jake, I’m kind of surprised you’re just not wearing basketball shorts or a striped shirt” I joke since in all his pictures on Instagram he’s wearing one of these two clothing pieces, even both of the same time sometimes. He looks ridiculously gorgeous tonight. 

“Well I have to show off for tonight, need to make a good impression”

“Sure you are”

Dinner was fantastic, everything was delicious and we talked all the time we were sitting there as if we had known each other since forever. Jake had come with his car so he offered to take me home. I felt uncomfortable asking to go to his house even though I really wanted to, so I made an excuse to be with him for a little bit more. 

“I know a cool bar right around here, would you like to go? Let’s not end the date just yet” I looked up on Google Maps a bar next to his house just to hang out there for a bit, have a drink and see where the night took us. The next thing I know is that each of us has drunk at least 3 cocktails and it’s almost 2 a.m.

“My house is quite close to this bar, if you want to crash, I know I said I would take you home but I don’t think I can drive right now, a uber right now is gonna be impossible to find” Jake has his arm around my shoulders, his hair messy and he had to take his jacket off because of how hot he was. His house is a 15-minute walk away, which helps us get refreshed as we get to his door. 

“Here we are, welcome to my house!” Jake opens the door and a modern and minimalist decor fills my sight. it’s obvious it’s a single man’s house by the posters and figurines he has but it’s done with good taste, giving a personal touch.

“Omg is this Layla? you’re so pretty and fluffy!” Jake’s dog approaches me right as I walk in, excitedly shaking her tail and giving little jumps. He has previously talked about her dog at the restaurant, showing me pictures of her as a puppy and all. 

“She seems to like you, I don’t often see her this excited” Jake closes the door and takes his jacket off, hanging it on the entrance coat rack. He gets behind me and grabs my bag and my coat, hanging it as well. 

“It’s kinda crazy that I’m staying at your house, I don’t know what you’re gonna think of me” I say as a joke but deep down I do want to give him a good impression and as much as I would love to rip his clothes off right now, 

“It's kind of stupid If I thought anything bad about you y/n. I hope you know I’m very excited that you’re here right now. Just knowing we get to be a few more minutes together is already giving me a rush”

I look at him and he’s standing there, looking so handsome in this light, the air feeling heavy. I move to the sofa, sitting there first as he follows me around inside his own house. He turns on the TV and we’re sitting there like dummies, watching whatever is on. I am nervous, the expectation growing more and more each second. 

“what the hell are we doing?” Jake says as he’s getting closer to me, facing me as I’m resting my back on the couch. When he’s just inches away from my lips, Layla jumps on the sofa, right in between us. 

“Layla! you scared me, fuck” Jake moves to the other side of the sofa, being attacked by Layla’s kisses. I laugh from the other side, the view so endearing I almost forgot he’s just a Tinder date and this will end soon.

“Do you want me to lend you some clothes to sleep in? A T-shirt and some shorts perhaps?” Jake is standing right in front of me, waiting for my answer, looking for an excuse to get out of Layla’s insistence. 

“yes, thank you! where’s the bathroom by the way? I need to take my make-up off” I get up fast as he walks to his bedroom to pick up the clothes. 

“It’s here, hold on… let me give you the clothes so you can change. I also have make-up remover in the cabinet” Jake rumbles around his closet and comes back with a white t-shirt with a logo on it and some Nike shorts, handing them to me. 

When I finished changing and getting my make-up off I glanced at myself in the mirror. I look so bare in this look, just how I would look at the solitude of my own house. It’s kinda crazy that this is how I choose to show myself in front of my date, who I have known for just a few hours. I guess Jake has something that just makes me blindly trust him. 

As I’m coming out of the bathroom I hear the TV, the volume turned down so it’s low. When I walk into the living room, Jake is lying on the couch with a tight t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Layla lies right next to him, looking adorable with her fluffy fur. He looks a bit sleepy but as I walk into his sight, he opens his eyes and gets up. 

“Do you want to watch a movie or something? I don’t sleep too much so I always stay up late watching TV. Right now there’s this 50’s romantic movie, I don’t know if you would like it” Jake looks at me as I’m standing there, his eyes trying not to look at my nipples, visible through the t-shirt he gave me. I’m also quite careful not to get caught looking at his bulge, way too noticeable in those sweats.

“I don’t care really, it’s just background noise to me” I say as I’m sitting next to him, he grabs my hands and pulls me in between his legs. His big hands hold mine as he looks at me in the eyes, the TV light illuminating his face in a beautiful blue. He looks mesmerizing, so much so that I can’t hold myself any longer and I kiss him. His sweet, plump lips capture mine with the same intensity as mine, gasping for air every time we separate. 

Jake grabs the back of my thighs and sits me on his lap, his hands groping my ass and massaging it. I feel an overwhelming heat on my cheeks, all the pent-up neediness flowing out from us. He wanted this as much as I did. It’s surreal a man like this would want me so bad. 

“Baby, let’s go to the bedroom” Jake says in between kisses as he picks me up from his lap and takes me to his bedroom. I’m not thinking about anything else right now but his lips, his hands and the burning pain I’m feeling in my groin, growing worse each second I feel no relief. 

When we get to the bedroom, Jake throws me onto the bed, closing the door behind him. The bedroom is nicely decorated, filled with blue and wood. Seeing the details of how he chooses to decorate his house gives me more knowledge about him, filling in the gaps of the missing info I have about him. As I’m laying there, he moves swiftly to the side of the bed, where he turns on a bedside lamp. Lights on tonight I guess. 

“Tell me what you like baby, I’m all ears” Jake is standing right at the feet of the bed, in front of me lying in his bed. Many dirty thoughts go through my head, and I could ask for many favours. I don’t have words to describe how bothered I am by his presence, getting hornier with every second he spends waiting for me to voice my desires. 

“take your t-shirt off, slowly. And then take mine” I ask, not much but just enough for now. Jake doesn’t say a word, he just follows. Grabs the hem of his t-shirt and peels it off, showing his defined abs and honey skin. His hair is messy now and his eyes are fixed on the t-shirt he lent me, planning on taking it off as soon as possible. From where he stands he grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed, my feet touching the floor and sitting there like a doll. His hands are placed on my waist under the t-shirt, caressing my body as he pushes it up, arms up and for a second I get struck when I get to see his face again, both of us semi-naked and getting more and more desperate for what’s about to happen. 

“Tell me, princess, what else do you want me to do?” Jake is almost touching my lips with his, the kiss from before hitting my mind and leaving me desperate for another one. I pull him by his neck onto my lips, clashing hard as we lay on the bed, him on top of me. As we are kissing, his hand snakes up to the pants that I’m wearing, pulling them slowly, leaving me completely naked. I waste no time and do the same to him, unsuccessfully though. He stops me and breaks the kiss, taking them off himself. My sight is indescribable, his naked body bathed by the warm light of the lamp and desire burning in his eyes. 

My hands travel from his shoulders to his hip bone, feeling the softness of his skin and his body heat. I touch his member, now hard and red, and Jake hisses at the feeling. I give it slow strokes, enjoying how his eyebrows stitch up and his mouth can only moan and whimper just cause of my touch. As I start going faster, he falls on his back on the bed, giving me full access to now suck him off. I get on top of him and slowly start with my tongue, tiny licks to the top and getting my saliva all around it. When it’s covered I put it all in my mouth, bottom it thanks to Jake pushing my head all the way down. He’s grabbing the back of my head, trying to regain some control over the situation but he’s very obviously gone. When he starts whining and whimpering I know he’s right there, going faster. He tries to stop me but fails miserably, cumming all in my mouth and face. 

“wow, you’re going strong y/n, I don’t know if I can keep up with you” he lays there breathing heavily as I’m cleaning my face, his sight lost on the ceiling. “Well the ball’s on your court now, how are you gonna pay me for the best blowjob you’ve received in your entire life?” I say cockily as I get close to his face. His eyes look at me, foggy and lost in lust and suddenly I see a spark in them, knowing instantly he has gotten an idea on how he’s gonna pay me. 

“Sit on my face, you’ve won it” Jake grabs my leg and gets it on the other side of his body, now I’m straddling his ribcage. His hands push me by my hips closer to his head, my hands grabbing the headboard so I don’t fall. I can feel Jake’s warm breath on my pussy, his plump lips just inches away from my heat. I feel his wet tongue first, circling around my clit and giving kitten licks as I’m desperately trying to not sit down on his head and choke him. When he starts using his tongue, lapping my folds with hunger I can’t control my sounds any longer and start moaning like I’m possessed. His lips feeling so good and skillfully mixing his mouth with two fingers I come fast on his face, losing all my strength and falling back onto the bed with his head still between my legs. A few minutes pass and I feel Jake getting up and moving my body by my ankles, placing me in the middle of the bed. 

“Did that feel good baby? I’ve never seen anyone react like that… it was so hot I also came with you, twice tonight already. And I haven’t even been inside you yet” Jake’s hair looks messy and sexy, especially knowing it’s because of our recent activities. His lips are even plumper if possible and a layer of sweat covers his chest and abs. I sit up and touch his body instinctively, caressing his hip bone and looking at him in the eyes. 

“Bend over baby” his strong arms flip me over, getting me on all fours. His eyes went straight to my drenched and pulsating pussy, placing himself right on my entrance. “Mhmm, it felt so good Jake…fuck I can’t take it any longer, please… just fuck me already”

He moves slowly, for a second unsure if he should be doing this, but when he stretches me so good that I moan loudly, his movements go crazy, railing me like an animal, his hair all stuck to his forehead and his eyes shut, trying to keep up with the pace. He bites his fist but is to no avail as moans just escape from his mouth, his movements going erratic and losing focus. I feel the bed move like it’s gonna break, my moans have become screams at this point and I’m lost in the feeling, my hair all over my face and sweat sticking the sheets onto my body. 

“Jake, Jake, I’m going to… I can’t hold it anymore… I’m gonna…” can’t even say a whole sentence, the feeling not letting me think properly as all I feel like the heat in my tummy is gonna explode at any second. 

“Do it, c’mon baby, I want to see you come on my dick, let it go…” Jake takes one of his hands to my clit, massaging it and making me come in seconds. I lose sight for a second, everything is blurry as I hear Jake moan loudly, coming inside me and falling on top of me. His head on my chest, I hug his head as we both recover our breaths, the moment feeling so intimate I can’t stop myself from giving him a kiss on the forehead.

I’m pretty sure we fell asleep like that for like fifteen minutes, hugging each other as all we had was each other’s body heat to keep warm. I wake up by the sound of scratching on the bedroom door, obviously being Leyla waiting for his owner to give her food. Jake gets up from top of me and walks to the door, closing it behind him as soon as Leyla starts jumping excitedly. I’m left there quite sad, missing how close we were just a few seconds ago. 

“Hey, sorry, I forgot to put water in Leyla’s bowl before and she was quite thirsty. But hey, I just turned the water on, do you want to take a bath? It’s probably hot by now” Jake is sitting on the border of the bed, caressing my tummy as I’m still too tired to get up. I look at him and feel a sense of dreadness, I don’t wanna lose whatever we have right now between each other. Leaving his house today could mean this is over, that we’re just a one-night stand for each other and that’s it.

I take his hand and he lifts me up from the bed, lending me a bathrobe so I don’t get cold on the way to the bathroom. when we get there, there’s a few candles lighten up and the whole room smells like lavender, calming and cozy. 

“Get in the bathtub, I’ll prepare some towels for when we get out” I step inside the bathtub, the warm water soothing my body from the intense workout. Jake gets into the bathtub and we’re sitting there looking at each other, just like we were at the restaurant earlier. I almost feel like crying, so I close my eyes and push my head back to rest on the wall.

“Are you good? you look super tired” Jake asks, but I don’t feel like answering right now or my voice will break. So he sits there, reaching for my hand and worried I’m actually in pain. But the pain it’s not physical, and I wish he had just let me go to my house by taxi today. I feel like shit right now, enjoying the last minutes of the most beautiful date I’ve ever been on. 

“Did I do something wrong? Are you hurt anywhere?” His tone was serious and worried, his eyes fixated on my face. I open my eyes and it’s obvious that I’m on the verge of tears, my eyes watery and red. 

“It’s okay, I’m just a bit tired, today has been a long day for me” 

“I don’t believe you, I don’t think that’s what’s happening. You looked so happy a few minutes ago coming on my dick, and now you’re tired? Do you think I’m gonna believe that? Please tell me what’s going on”

Jake sounds mad at me, scared that now everything’s done I’m acting so cold towards him. I can’t tell him the truth, it is so embarrassing and delusional that I might scare him off. 

“It’s okay Jake, I just need to go home and sleep a little bit. I had fun don’t be mistaken, but I think is time I go back to my bed and keep on going with my life” I come off as a bitch, looking for a way out of this conversation that was gonna end by me ridiculizing myself in front of the hottest man I know. If I give him the idea that I’m always up for something casual I might get to see him again. 

“I don’t know what the fuck has happened for you to say this, but if you want to sleep here I have no issue with it if that’s what you’re worried about. I thought we had a great time tonight, maybe I’ve been a bit rough or you didn’t feel comfortable with me… I don’t know if you’re under the impression that I have used you to have sex but you couldn’t be more mistaken”

There’s an uncomfortable silence, the only sounds being the distant sound of the TV in the living room and Leyla walking around the house outside the bathroom door. I look at him and his eyes are lost, a hundred thoughts going through his head, trying to find where it went wrong tonight.

“It’s not that I didn’t like it, I actually hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. I guess I’m a bit sensitive since it was a bit too… intimate. Like, this is just a hookup, I shouldn’t be feeling this way about what we have done but… I wish It had meant more for the both of us”

“Listen y/n, it’s been a long time since I’ve gone on a date. I was very excited to go with you tonight since I thought we had great chemistry on our back-and-forth texts. I do feel different about you than I have felt about any other woman I have talked to on that damn app…”

I look at him and his arms are resting on each side of the bathtub, his skin glistening and a perfect view of his chest. It makes me crave for a hug in the comfort of his embrace. 

“I like you more than I thought I would so early into knowing each other. I have enjoyed this night with you so much that’s gonna screw me up forever, being honest” I confess, my head turned to the wall so I don’t see his reaction to such a statement. 

I don’t have to look at him, his arms grabbing mine and getting me closer to him. His lips on mine, so fierce and hungry, I’ve lost control of the situation and now I’m just being french kissed as water splashes everywhere, my legs on each side of his lap.

“Me too…  I felt like a dumbass, being so intense… I don’t wanna let you go, ever” his kisses move to my neck and chest, and my hands can’t do much but hold his hair on my fist as I try not to moan too loudly at 4 a.m.

The next morning I lay there, on his bed. The sheets are everywhere, victims of our last night endeavours. A subtle smell of coffee and toasted bread comes into the bedroom, getting me up instantly and wandering to the kitchen. 

There he is, early morning with wet hair from the shower and a clean black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Layla runs around the kitchen, excited about her breakfast just as I am. When I walk into his vision, Jake looks at me with the brightest smile and comes to hug me, kissing my head and caressing my back. 

“Good morning baby, did you rest well?” his warmth irradiating through his t-shirt and feeling incredibly comforting.

“Yeah I did, I haven’t slept this well in a long time” I snuggle on his chest, his arms reaching for the frypan and moving it aside, so the scrambled eggs don’t burn. 

When we’re done with the breakfast, a long silence between us arises. It’s comfortable but at the same time, it scares me that it'll make us talk about our feelings. Thankfully Layla jumps on my lap, wanting to play with me. If this ends I’m also gonna miss her and I just met her. 

“Damn, Layla has never acted like this with anyone before, it’s crazy… She likes you a lot. It's just like she has accepted you’re her mom or something haha” Jake says, fascinated by how his dog is acting towards a total stranger to her, like she has known me since forever.  

“So… does Layla need a mom?”

“Yeah, her dad needs a mom too” Jake looks at me and we start laughing, filling the house with the sound of our laughter, the smell of toast and a happy Layla, who gets to have a mom from that day on.

[sohcah-toa]

omg hii im nrw to ur blog (i lovs it btww❤❤❤🙏🙏🙏) and idk if ur requests are open (if not ignore this plesss)

so basically modern au and kazuha(or xiao/venti) is in a band with 4nemo when suddenly f!reader sends a lewd picture jn the middle if the concert 🙏🙏🙏😩😩 (i was reaally in a rish writing this so ignoer my misspelngs

-hornnyy anon💚💚💚

desperado

⚠️ nsfw, f!reader, smut, modern au, 4nemo [kazuha, venti, xiao] (all separate)

🗒 didn't include all the members of 4nemo, only on the req. also this is like the 1st time i made venti smut <3

🗒 also this was so long, my phone started lagging 😂 but im really happy to make this <3

🎶 Kazuha as your ex / Venti as your old friend / Xiao as your frenemy

💌 masterlist

— little bit of context: you know 4nemo personally since high school but you've been way out of touch with them ++ you love taking lewd photos because it makes you feel confident

— also they're kind of bad boys 😎

🍁

kazuha

You were going on about your day as usual, working at a small store with Lumine and Aether watching TV. Then the TV featured 4nemo announcing their concert this weekend.

You sigh "You know guys, I know 4nemo personally. We were all high school buds"

Lumine laughed "You keep saying that but you have no proof"

You just sighed "I'm still finding old photos, okay? There were no cameras when we were high school"

"Yeah yeah, sure" Aether seemed uninterested

Then someone came in the store, running towards you "You would not believe this!!" Childe said, grabbing your hand "I got 4nemo concert tix!"

Lumine stood up "No way! How many?"

"Four tickets!" Childe said "Would you guys want to go with me?"

"Of course!!" Lumine and Aether said at the same time

"No!" You shouted

Lumine laughed "Afraid we're gonna find out that you don't really know them?"

You groaned "No! Because—"

"Come on Y/n, these tickets were really hard to get" Childe pouted, you rolled your eyes then sighed

"Fine!" You said, panicking inside

Aether then said "Finally, you're going to be able to prove you know them, right?" then laughed out loud

You were sweating, you didn't want to see HIM in person, although there was no way he would see you.

"Are you alright?" Lumine asked "You look like shi—"

"She's probably excited" Childe said "Well, gonna go home to my siblings, byeee" then just left like that.

Aether then rubbed your back "Are you super excited? You look pale"

"I-I'm fine.. probably" You trembled. What if they know the secret?

##

Finally, it was the weekend. You and others met on the concert. There were a lot of people.

Although you're sure HE wasn't going to see you, you dressed up super nicely and even took some lewd photos before going out. You were feeling confident.

Hours passed, Lumine and Aether was screaming along with Childe, singing all the songs.

You were on your phone because somebody just texted, an old classmate seeing you on the concert.

"Ugh" You rolled your eyes reading the message "Did you and Kazuha get back together?" the message said. "Fuck this" you ignored the message.

You start focusing on having fun with your friends but you couldn't help it, you checked your phone, that old classmate texted you again, sending you Kazuha's private profile.

"No dammit" You groaned to yourself but clicked the photo anyway "Dang it he looks like he's doing better than me"

"Y/n! What are you doing?! The concert is still on!" Childe shouted, he was so hyped and so were the twins.

You put your phone in your pocket, forgetting to turn it off. You were finally enjoying the concert up until it was Kazuha's solo.

You took your phone out again as a distraction, to your surprise a bunch of photos were sent to Kazuha and it was the photos you took earlier. It must've sent while on your pocket, you were moving a lot. You start to panic and grab Lumine.

"LUMINE!" You yelled. It was so loud, Kazuha has a lot of fangirls. His solo is still not done.

Lumine looked at you. You put your arm around her shoulder and showed her the messages, you covered the photos using your hands.

"What are the photos?" She asked, you looked at her nervously, sweating "No! Wait no! Let me see"

She grabbed the phone and saw it "NO YOU—!"

"Give me back!" You grabbed it back, blushing "Shut up" you whisper to her.

The band announces that they're gonna have a short break so you and the others went to some place less crowded.

##

"YOU DID WHAT?! THAT'S SO CREEPY!" Aether yelled so you cover his mouth.

"It's okay if you don't really know them, this is going too far y/n" Childe said judging you

You groaned "I didn't even send it on purpose. You think I like this?!" you were about to cry.

"Too bad there's no unsend button" Lumine sighed "What do we do?"

"Come on guys, will he even notice the message? He has like tons of fans. He probably won't see it" Aether said, trying to comfort you but it isn't as comforting as he thinks it is.

"But the thing is—" You try telling them the truth but you keep getting interrupted.

"Yeah, he probably won't even see it" Lumine backed Aether up.

"The things is ——"

"Let's go back to the concert" Childe said

"GUYS! HE'S MY EX!" You accidentally yell. All went quiet then laughed then went quiet again upon seeing you all worked up.

"For real?" Lumine asked "No, you're lying. I know you're lying face"

You explain them everything. How you broke up because of all the busy-ness.

After all the explaining, you all came up with a plan to go backstage and destroy his phone. He can probably buy a new one.

##

"Few minutes before the concert continues. We can do this" You tell them, desperate to destroy that phone.

You all walk in backstage using Childe's connections. Everybody was so busy that they didn't even notice you.

You all start looking for Kazuha separately to be fast. Then finally you see him walking inside a room holding his phone.

"No no no no" You whisper to yourself, going towards him but the busy crowd made you go slower.

Finally you went inside the room only to see something surprising.

Kazuha was jerking off to your photo, his phone on his hand.

"Oh my God" You gasped. He immediately zipped his pants up and ran towards you. You were about to go out but he pushed the door closed.

"Listen—" He started talking.

You can't even face him. You know to yourself that you still haven't moved on from him. One look and it's all over.

"Y/n" He called your name "Why did you—?"

"It was an accident!" You finally turned to look at him, he looks so handsome "J-Just delete it!" you blushed trying to grab his phone but he immediately pulled his arm back.

"No way, this is mine" He smirked a little "You're blushing"

His other arm was still on the door, keeping it closed. His face was getting closer and closer to you. You both stare into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity.

You were speechless, getting lost in his eyes "Kazuha, you have a—" then you felt it.. again after all these years. His lips on yours.

He caressed your cheek, pulling you deeper into the kiss. He pulled back "Still got that spark"

He held your hand and placed it above his bulge "So help me?"

"Fuck" You whispered to yourself and climbed on top of him, he pushed you against the door and kissed you roughly. His hands travelling all over your body. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

"Still so fucking sexy" He whispered, kissing your neck.

You pushed him a little and removed your shirt, your removed his clothes too.

"Shut up and fuck me" You breathed hard, rubbing yourself against him. For some reason whenever it's Kazuha, you can't control yourself.

"Gladly" He bit your lower lip before going down to your chest "Damn"

He ripped your bra off using his other hand, your breasts bouncing from all the grinding you both have been doing "Kazuha, hurry up, you have a concert"

"Forget the concert" He whispered, licking your nipples making you moan "I'd rather fuck your brains out"

You reach out to rub his erect cock, you unbuttoned his pants and he helped removing it, also removing his boxers along with it.

You can now feel his erection on your underwear, he continues to suck your breast left and right, making you even wetter.

You grab his cock and start stroking it as fast as you can.

"Just like back then huh?" He laughed a little, it was so sexy "I missed this"

You slide his cock inside your underwear, your pussy throbbing from feeling his cock at your entrance.

He kissed you again, sucking your tongue. You moaned "Fuck me already before someone comes in"

You grab tight onto his shoulders as he pushes his cock deep inside you.

"You got bigger?" You asked, nibbling on his ears.

"I just really missed this" He whispered, leaving small kisses on your neck as he starts thrusting up and down. The door making noises everytime he pushes himself into you.

"Ah— fuck, Kazuha!" You moaned loudly, your eyes rolling at the back of your head from the pleasure. He starts sucking your nipples again, adding more pleasure making you go insane.

He was so hungry for you, all these years, he's been holding himself back. He starts to get rougher.

"Kazuha~" You moaned, your nails sinking in his back as he goes deeper inside you.

Then someone knocked, the door kept making loud noises because of you guys that someone has actually noticed it.

"Kazuha? Who's in there? The concert's about to be continued!" That someone was Venti.

Kazuha refused to answer. He focused on fucking you, thrusting up and down, holding your legs that was wrapped around his waist, having no intention of stopping.

Then Venti starts opening the door, it wasn't locked so the both of you were pushed a little but Kazuha just slammed his cock harder into you, closing the door again.

"What the hell? Kazuha? Who's in there with you?" Venti asked.

You've been holding your moans in, biting Kazuha's shoulder a little bit to muffle your moans.

"Fuck— off!" Kazuha grunted, kissing you again "You feel so good" he whispered to you. Venti went away, annoyed.

All you could do at that moment was moan his name, begging him to go faster because you were about to cum.

"Make me cum Kazuha, don't stop" You gritted your teeth, groaning loudly "Shit"

"Cum with me" He grunted, he was panting and sweating.

You start trembling, feeling your climax "I-I'm cumming" you moaned, grabbing his hair.

He moaned loudly before thrusting one last time, cumming inside you, he pulled his cock out, his cum dripping down on the floor as he puts you down gently.

Both of you were trying to catch your breaths. What happened was so insane and impulsive. It just happened.

You both hear the crowd going wild, chanting 4nemo.

"Oh shit the concert" You immediately start getting dressed and he did the same.

He kissed you, slipping in a little tongue before pulling back "Dinner after the concert, wait for me" then he left.

"What have you done, y/n?" You asked yourself, trying to stay calm but your heart was pounding. It was impossible. You felt giddy, you couldn't help but smile.

You went out of that room and suddenly there was no crowd anymore. Everybody was focused on the concert again. The only people there are some others and your friends.

You immediately came up to them, trying to calm your heart.

"Where the hell were you?" Lumine asked.

You smiled immediately, you couldn't help it.

"We also saw Kazuha leaving that room" Aether said, suspicious of you.

"No way they met guys, it was a coincidence, let's go back to the concert" Childe insisted

"Right, let's go back!" You said, changing the topic.

"I broke a bunch of phones" Lumine said as you all went out there.

##

The concert was over but you refused to go home. Your friends kept asking you why, they were so curious they waited with you.

"I told you guys you didn't have to wait with me" You tell them.

"You've been acting weird since you came out of that room" Lumine said

Then someone walked towards you "Ready?" it was Kazuha.

The three were shocked, their jaws open.

"Bye guys, see you tomorrow" You tell them. Kazuha wrapped his arm on your waist pulling you closer to him and then kissed you, slipping a little tongue again before pulling back.

As you and Kazuha walk towards his car. The three were still shocked.

"They kissed" Aether said "She isn't lying?"

"There was defnitely tongue on that kiss" Childe said

Then Lumine yelled "Son of a bit—"

Who knew an accident like this would turn your life upside down?

End

🍃

venti

"Look, that's Venti right there" You showed Diluc a photo, Diluc who doesn't seem to believe that your old friend is now a very famous person.

"I honestly don't care" Diluc sighed, putting down card and saying "Uno"

"You don't believe me though" You pouted a little, dropping a card down "Plus 4 Kaeya"

"Gah" Kaeya groaned "I hate you guys"

"Let's go to the concert!" You suddenly blurted out as Kaeya gets 4 cards from the deck.

Diluc sighed "If you'll shut up about it fine"

Someone opened the door "Sorry guys I'm late" Jean said.

Then Kaeya threw all his cards on the table "New game, Jean's here, too bad Diluc, you could've won"

"You suck" Diluc said

##

You were out alone getting some tickets for the concert. Turns out Jean and her sister was a big fan of 4nemo. So you'll buy five tickets.

On the way to the ticket booth, you saw someone familiar. VERY familiar .. in disguise.

You walk up to him "Venti?"

His eyes widen "What the hell? Y/n? Shh not too loud. I'm trying to lay low"

"I was about to get tickets for your concert" You tell him with a huge smile.

"Nice, how many?" He asked and you answered "I'll give them to you for free, you've helped me many times in other classes before. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be poor and drunk. I mean I still drink a lot but atleast I'm rich"

You laugh at his little joke "You've always liked drinking. Want to go for one right now?"

His eyes sparkled "Do I?!"

That day, you and Venti tried to catch up with one another but you both ended up getting drunk and sleeping in a nearby hotel. Nothing happened or anything, you were both just too drunk to even go home.

##

"I'm so excited!" Barbara said, she was so happy to go to the concert while the two men groan and sigh back to back.

"This is a huge area" Jean said "Thank you for getting us the tickets"

"No problem at all" You smiled

"No problem at all because she didn't even pay for it" Kaeya said "If that's even true"

"It's too good to be true" Diluc said. Finally, they both agree on something.

"Now you're interested" You raise an eyebrow, annoying them even more.

##

The concert started. You see Venti up on the stage, it feels so surreal. He seems different when performing.

All you can feel for him is happiness. Truth is, you and Venti have been texting each other ever since that day. You scroll through your messages and smile, looking at him on the stage and then looking back at the messages. You take a photo of him at that moment and tried sending it to him.

But someone accidentally bumped into you causing you to click on another photo and hit send.

"No" You were so shocked by the photo that has been sent that you have no words. It only sinked in to you when 4nemo exited the stage for a short break.

"You ok?" Kaeya asked "You went quiet there for a second"

"It's unusual for you to be quiet especially when you've been bragging for forever that you know them" Diluc added, it's so rare for him and Kaeya to get along.

"I— did a mistake" You start panicking

"Oh y/n. It's okay if you lied about knowing them, it's just all good and fun, no need to panic" Jean said, calming you down.

"I might have— sent an inappropriate picture" You whisper to them, you made sure Barbara wouldn't hear.

"WHAT?" Jean shouted a little

"How did this happen?!" Diluc asked, he's now frustrated too

"Why did you even have that kind of photo in the first place?" Kaeya asked, curious about something not important at the moment.

You groaned "I-I gotta delete that on his phone. There's no way he could see that"

"Answer my question first" Kaeya said

It was because you were trying on your new underwear, you had to see it for yourself so you took a mirror selfie. There is no way you'd tell Kaeya that.

"Shut it, perv" Diluc sighed "Okay, you're friends with him right? So just ask to borrow his phone"

"But we have to go to the backstage for her to talk to him" Jean added, also thinking of ways to fix this.

"What's happening?" Barbara asked all of you. Everybody went quiet.

"Nothing, here's money, go buy merch" Jean said giving her money. Barbara gladly left.

"I'll charm the guards" Kaeya said, all looked at him and laughed a little, even Diluc.

"Jean, you do it" You suggested

"But I'm not good at—" Jean panicked too but agreed because she wanted to help you "Alright, I'll do my best"

"Kaeya and Diluc, make sure no one bother me and Venti when we talk, please, I don't want anybody to know" You begged and they agreed.

You all try going backstage but as expected, there were guards. So Jean was up.

She actually did it so fast, it's insane. As Jean charms the guards, the three of you went to find Venti.

"There he is" Kaeya pointed at Venti, going inside a room. All of you went there. As per the plan, you went in and the two guarded the door.

"Venti, h-hey, hi, what's up?" You asked, laughing nervously.

"Uh— y/n? What are you doing here? This is the bathroom" He said confused

"Oh oops, anyway, can I borrow your phone for a second?" You asked, he looked at you intensely.

He walked towards you, getting closer and closer "What are you hiding?" he asked, covering the door so you wouldn't get out "You're acting suspicious"

"Alright, we're friends and we're adults. We slept in a hotel and nothing happened so I might as well say it right?" You were so nervous, you just kept on blabbing stuff, your heart was pounding as you continue "I might have accidentally sent something inapproriate to you, I swear it was an accident"

"What is it?" he asked, putting his hands on his pocket.

"I-It was a photo of me in my underwear. I was trying some new stuff I bought and I wanted to see what I looked like so I took a photo and forgot to delete it" You just kept on talking and talking, feeling awkward every second "I was sbout to send you a photo I took earlier while you were performing and someone bumped into me and I accidentally sent that"

"Hmm, you're being way too defensive, I don't know if I'll feel hurt or flattered" He said, finally taking his phone out from his pocket and opening it.

You tried to grab it but he was way faster than you.

"Great photo" He looked at the phone and then at you "Are you wearing it right now?"

You immediately blushed "J-Just delete it! S-So we can get on with our lives!"

"I was pretty disappointed that nothing happened at the hotel" Venti said

"We were also 'pretty' drunk" You roll your eyes "Just delete it, you have a concert to get back to"

He kept staring at his phone "You look so pretty here"

"Venti!" You blushed

"What? I'm only human, I like pretty things" He said, still staring at his phone, sitting on the closed toilet.

"T-Thanks" You feel shy all of a sudden. You didn't mean to look at his crotch but you did and he was hard so you said "U-Uh— I gotta go"

"Do you really want to go?" He asked. You gulped a little, afraid to admit that you're disappointed too that nothing happened at the hotel.

You stopped on your tracks and turned to look at him. He has a bigger bulge now which is turning you on at the moment. You two were alone in that bathroom and you were wearing the underwear in the photo.

Venti stood up so you walked closer to him "I admit I was— you know" you try to look at everything but him "I was disappointed too"

"That nothing happened?" He asked, holding your hand "We can change that right now"

You felt giddy all of a sudden. All the other noises exited your brain. All you could hear was your heart pounding out of your chest.

You were the first to make the move. You kissed him right there. Not holding anything back. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you deeper into the kiss. It was gentle.

He carried you and sat you down on the cover of the toilet then he kneeled down, as the kiss becomes even more aggressive, he took the moment to undress you "You're really wearing it"

He grabbed your breasts, pinching and fondling it making you moan a little "Venti.."

He pulled your pants off, seeing your underwear "Damn" he whispered, his tongue playing with yours.

It was kinda unfair that you were the only one with underwear on so you took his shirt off and said "Take off your pants too"

He chuckled slightly, kissing your nose "Alright" he took his pants off and also his underwear "This too right?"

You gulp a little seeing his erect cock, you feel your underwear getting wet, not wanting to wait anymore so you kiss him and stroked his cock up and down, catching him by surprise.

He slowly placed his hand above your crotch, rubbing it, he slowly removed your underwear.

"You're wet" he muttered to himself with a smile. You stood up and pushed him lightly on the toilet, making him sit "Whoa, aggressive, I like it" Venti placed his hand on your back and pulled you to a kiss.

"Of course, let's take this off" You said, taking his underwear off then sitting on his lap.

You were both so intoxicated that you forgot Kaeya and Diluc were just outside. You start stroking his dick, he whimpered and pulled your hips closer, kissing your neck.

You start moaning, feeling his cock go inside you, he squeezed your thighs, moaning.

Your breaths soon became heavy as you move up and down, his cock hitting the right spot "Venti.." you whispered, holding onto his shoulders for support.

Venti bit the bottom of his lip, moving his hips, slamming inside you making you squeal a little.

"D-Don't make me scream, people are o-outside" You had trouble speaking because of the pleasure. Venti just smirked and licked your breast "Venti!" you whisper.

"You feel so good right now, I can't help it" Venti said, grabving your hips so he could move, making you fall on top of him, just letting him fuck you.

Your moans became louder and uncontrollable as he becomes even more aggressive with you. You both stood up, he pushed your back lower, you held on the counter near the sink before he pushed his cock inside you again.

"Fuck Venti!" You moaned, you see yourself in the mirror as he fucks your pussy. You see him looking at the mirror too, the sight turns you on.

You feel his cock twitch inside you with every thrust he makes "I-I'm close.." Venti grunted, slapping your ass.

You were sure the others could hear everything, even the way his cock smacks inside you.

"C-Cum inside me" You muttered, losing your mind.

He just continued thrusting until you feel something warm inside you. You stood up straight, your knees about to give out but he helped you.

"Holy shit y/n" He was catching his breath "Amazing"

"I would've wanted it longer but I can hear the people outside waiting for you guys" You tell him, you start getting dressed.

He pulled you again and kissed you on the lips "Just one word and I'm out of there"

"Venti.. no! Go out there, the people want you" You tell him without ill feelings. You're really happy he gets to achieve his dreams.

Venti nodded and got dressed too. After the both of you are finally decent, you both went out.

Kaeya and Diluc was there, blushing, even their ears were red.

"Oh hey" Venti greeted them, not even ashamed "Alright y/n, catch you later" he said going back to the stage.

"What the fuck?" Diluc sighed

"We wanted to go away by the way! But we became worried someone might came in!!" Kaeya was so flustered.

"S-Sorry, you guys are the real ones" You giggled a little

"You owe us big time" Diluc said marching away, his ears were so red it was adorable.

"Come on, Jean's dying out there" Kaeya walked away too.

You look on the stage and see Venti with his other members. Then it hit you, you live in two different worlds.

You sigh as you go back to the concert yourselves.

##

The concert was ending, everything felt like a dream.

"Before the day end, I have an announcement!" Venti said, everybody cheered. This caught your attention, he continued "I have a girlfriend!"

Everybody still cheered. Your eyes widen. Your three friends look at you with wide eyes too.

Diluc whispered "He fucked you but he had a girlfriend?"

"Dude.." Kaeya rolled his eyes "So clueless about romance"

"And she's here!" Venti added, the crowd goes wild "To y/n, this is for you!" he said, he started singing a very beautiful song about how he liked a girl back then but didn't have the guts to confess.

The crowd was wild, there were a lot of people there but Venti was only looking at you, like you two were the only ones in there.

End

👹

xiao

"Don't you know that guy?" Hu Tao asked, watching television while eating.

"Yes, he was our classmate back then, right y/n?" Zhongli said.

You groaned and rolled your eyes "I don't know him"

"Lies" Zhongli chuckled before drinking his tea.

"Why do you hate him so much?" Hu Tao asked

You stood up "He's.. sucky. I'm leaving by the way"

"Wait!" Hu Tao stopped you "I got us tickets to the concert though, please don't be mad at me" she pouted.

You sighed "Fine, I'm going, for you" then you left.

You and Xiao has this weird competition on who's better at everything. Obviously, he won. That's what you think anyway.

But overall, he's not so bad. That's what you thought until you saw him again while walking.

"Ugh" He groaned in disgust upon seeing you "Why do people leave their trash everywhere?" he asked, looking at you.

"Shut the fuck up!" You couldn't help but fight back "What the hell are you doing here?"

"To see my friend? Zhongli, not you" He laughed, people started recognizing him.

"Good thing I was leaving then" You roll your eyes

People started to ask for pictures "See you, right? You're going?"

Before you knew it, you couldn't leave because of all the people surrounding the place. You went back inside and saw him. The guards stopping all the people.

"Sorry, people love me" He sighed

"Argh" You were annoyed. Both of you started walking where Hu Tao and Zhongli is.

He started walking faster, but then so did you, and then so did he until you were both running there at full speed.

You open the door and yelled "I won!! Loser" You laughed at his annoyed face while you try to catch your breath.

"I was just tired" He said, panting "Whatever. Hi Zhongli" he waved, still trying to catch his breath.

"OH MY GOSH! XIAO FROM 4NEMO!" Hu Tao was such a huge fan, you had no idea why "Can I have a picture?"

"Why?" You asked her in disgust, you walk away while they take pictures.

"I never get tired of seeing you two" Zhongli talked to you "Stop the competition it's been years"

"You wouldn't get it" Xiao said, sitting beside Zhongli "May I?"

"Have all the tea you need Xiao" Hu Tao said, clearly very excited "So— Aether is on the 4nemo"

"Aether is her bias, sorry" You smirk as you tell Xiao that.

"Whatever y/n, Aether is great by the way" Xiao said, drinking his tea.

You pour yourself tea too and start drinking.

He starts drinking it a lot faster, he finished it before you "Sucker, now I'm the winner"

"What? It's just drinking tea! I hate you" You clench your teeth, he's such a child.

"They're always like this Hu Tao, don't worry" Zhongli said as Hu Tao chuckles nervously.

"There is so much sexual tension" Hu Tao sighed

"I know. Xiao! Y/n! Just get a room" Zhongli sighed too

##

The day of the concert finally arrived.

"Whooooo" Hu Tao was cheering. Zhongli is quiet as usual, and you, were kinda annoyed seeing all the pictures of Xiao outside.

You just started speaking to somebody but it's not that serious. You took a quick sexy pic last night so you could send it to him later. You giggle to yourself thinking about it as the concert started.

Xiao looked like a rockstar, you don't like him but man did he make your heart flutter while playing the guitar.

"Was I just briefly attracted to Xiao? Hell no!" You shout, even if you did, nobody would hear you since everybody was going wild.

You look at him again, Xiao on the stage, he was glowing, he looked so different. Your face felt hot and your heart was beating in your face, if that wasn't enough, his eyes met yours, you were flustered.

You gulp "I-I gotta go to the bathroom guys, I'll be right back" you immediately went to the bathroom to calm yourself "There's no fucking way I'm attracted to him. I mean, is he handsome? Yes. Do I think he's hot? .... Fuck yes, I think he's hot" you sigh to yourself "Dang it, I hate him"

You scroll through your messages to try and take your mind off of Xiao. You decided to send the pic. After sending you realize one grave mistake. It was sent to Xiao.

"Shit, no!" You start panicking, why isn't there an undo message or delete message yet?! You start breathing heavily. It was a full on nude picture, with your face!

You exit the bathroom and immediately told Zhongli and Hu Tao the problem.

"WHAT?" Hu Tao was so shocked, she almost fainted.

"Let's go and talk to him, they're taking a break right now" Zhongli said, you nod, feeling nervous about it all.

##

"They're my friends, it's alright" Xiao said, seeing the three of you talk to the guards "Well, well, well" he looked at you

"Y/n has something to say" Zhongli said.

Hu Tao was so nervous, she was turning blue, as someone who speaks a lot, she has no words.

"U-Uh, I accidentally—" before you could finish, he smirked

"Oh that" He smiled, you knew it was a bad idea to tell him directly, you should've just stole the phone, he's rich, he can buy another one!

He then continued speaking "Zhongli, Hu Tao, can we have a moment?"

Hu Tao was shaking, Zhongli helped her as they both went out.

"Follow me" Xiao said, you were nervous too but you can't let him see that.

You followed him into an empty room. There was a couch, a TV and a table.

"Just delete it" You sigh

"I already deleted it" He said, sitting on the sofa

"Why did you make me come here then?!" You stomped your feet "Asshole"

"Because I was attracted for some reason? I know, it sucks" He groaned "You're annoyingly beautiful, you know that?"

"Oh you think you were the only one attracted? I was attracted earlier too when you were on the stage, you're not that special" You laughed at him

"You were?" He asked, surprised "Wow, really?"

This caught you off guard "I mean, I wasn't!" you immediately blushed.

He stood up and walked closer to you "You like me" he smirked. You walked backwards.

Your heart was beating so fast, you didn't notice your back hit the wall. He slapped his hand on the wall, keeping you in place.

"You like me?" He asked, his face getting closer to yours "I knew it"

"No, I don't" You answer back, not averting your gaze as you both stare into each other.

There was silence for a few seconds .. until there wasn't. You grab his face and kissed him, his tongue quickly explored your mouth as his hands roam around your body.

"Shit.. we're not supposed to be doing this" You mutter in between kisses but you both couldn't stop, the kiss was very aggressive.

"Shut up and undress" He said, kissing your neck and ears while you take your pants off.

He removed his shirt and pants, giving you time to take your blouse off. After that, you both immediately went back to devouring each other's mouth. His hands carressed your breasts then he removed your bra.

You feel him rub on your thighs, his cock was hard. You reach to rub it above his boxers and whisper "This is the best you got?"

He stopped kissing your neck for a second and carried you bridal style.

"Xiao, what the fuck?" You ask him as he tossed you on the very soft sofa. Your breasts bounced as he crawls on top of you.

He removed your panties and he removed his boxers, he said "I will make you beg for this cock"

He licked your stomach up to your breasts, you stroke his soft hair, cleanching your teeth because you didn't want to let him hear your moans.

Your nipples became hard because he was licking them like a hungry new born. He was so sloppy, while his other finger rubbed your clit.

He so wanted you to moan for him but you tried your hardest not to give him the satisfaction by biting your lip.

"Fuck, you're so wet already" He smirked. You feel coldness on your breasts as he goes down on you, spreading your legs.

"X-Xiao.." You called out to him, feeling weak, everything was happening so fast, he's not giving you time to think, your mind was so blank from the pleasure he was giving you.

You feel something wet on your clit, his tongue was rubbing it up and down, finally making you moan "X-Xiao!" you moaned loudly, holding onto his hair as he sucks you out.

Your feet curled from feeling too good "Don't stop!" you moaned, feeling close.

But of course, he stopped to tease you "Not yet baby" he smirked, he started positioning his erecr cock on your entrance.

"Fuck Xiao, I was close" You tried catching your breath, you feel his tip on youe clit, making you excited "Put it in"

"Hmm" He tried holding back just so he could tease you "I think I want you to beg"

"Arghh!" You groaned, you feel his tip going inside you so you moaned but he pulled it out immediately "Fuck Xiao, put it in.. please!"

"What a brat" He said, you feel his tip go in again but he pulld out "Beg better?"

You cover your face "P-Please Xiao, put it inside me"

"Put what in?" He asked, enjoying teasing you

"Your cock" You just decided to beg properly. Finally, you felt all of it inside you, he wasn't even moving yet but still it felt so good "Holy shit, your — it's big" you breathe heavily.

He started thrusting, pinning your hand on the sofa "You're tight" he grunted, his cock went in and out of your hole, your breasts bounce as he pounds harder "I love seeing you under me" his hips doesn't stop moving, he was an animal.

Your legs wrap around his waist, giving him more access, all you could do was moan and enjoy as he fucks your brains out. He kisses your breasts and neck from time to time but what he truly loves is seeing your face, moaning his name everytime his cock hits the right spot, it turns him on even more.

"Xiao.." You moaned "Faster, please" you were weak, the reason why he was doing his best, he loves seeing you weak because of him, begging him.

"Shit.. you're so beautiful" He whispered, admitting to himself that he was attracted to you. He kissed your hand before pinning it again "You feel so good"

He never stops, in fact he went even faster, making you squeal, with your hands pinned and your legs wrapped around his waist, you couldn't do anything but tremble under him, feeling him whole.

"D-Don't stop! I'm cumming!" You shout, you were a mess, intoxicated.

He kissed your lips, passionately this time "Cum with me baby" he whispered, the feel of his breaths on your skin turns you on even more.

You moan louder, shivering, feeling your climax "I-I'm cumming" your eyes rolled at the back of your head as you let yourself cum, feeling weak than ever.

He then let go of your hand and then held onto your hips, pushing his cock deeper inside you "Fuck, I'm cumming too"

He let himself cum but he doesn't stop thrusting, he continues until all his cum is inside if you. He plopped beside you on the sofa, feeling super tired "Shit, how can I even go back to the concert?"

"Fuck, the concert! I completely forgot" You tell him as you stand up but he pulled you on the sofa again and kissed you.

"I have time" He said "Just one more round"

##

You come out of the room after Xiao and went to the concert. You came three times earlier, you couldn't Xiao was such an animal. You feel extremely weak. He saud just more round but you had another round after that!

"Where have you been? You missed like a lot of songs" Hu Tao said, still cheering and chanting

"Xiao did too, he just apologized earlier because there was an emergency..." Zhongli was thinking, you became nervous you would be found out.

"I told you, he sucks" You chuckle but think to yourself that he really does suck .. he sucks good. You blush thinking about that.

##

After the concert, you tell Zhongli and Hu Tao to go back without you.

As expected, Xiao came to see you, he whispered "I guess we're dating now" he held your hand.

"Xiao, what if somebody sees? The hell" You tried to let go but he didn't

He went closer to you and kissed your neck making you moan a little "Let's go"

Dating Xiao is dangerous, you'd be tired all the time, his stamina is insane, you fear you wouldn't keep up but luckily, being competitive with him is where you shine.

End

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

The Artist and the Builder [a Joel x reader fic]

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Sequel: All The Fear and the Fire of the End of the World

Fandom: The Last of Us

Ship: Joel Miller x you/artist!reader who is his age and has arthritis and allergies.

Tags/warnings: Bit of pining, Joel is sweet and settling in, reader has joint pain and allergies, kissing, pretty tame foreplay, a little fumbling, teasing, insertion of objects into vagina that probably shouldn't be there but it's the apocalypse there ain't no dildos, vaginal orgasm, Joel is Too Big and also has Bad Knees, piv sex, cuddling, artist stuff listen I don't know how to do this anymore.

Summary: Gruff contractor Joel Miller has been in Jackson for a while and up until now, you thought he didn't like you because you're an artist and who the hell needs art in the post-apocaypse? But you are wrong.

Words: 7,139

A/N: Listen I know absolutely nothing about being an artist, sorry about that. I also don't have allergies or arthritis (although I suspect I am going down that road but let's cross that bridge when we get there). I just want Joel to be soft with someone his age whose body is falling apart. Many many thanks to @pazizz and @rambling-in-purple who helped me with this one. It started as one thing but ended something else. I really appreciate the help along the way <3

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The ache protrudes harshly into your dreams and tears you away from sleep way before it’s time to get up. It grows stronger as you come to, and you carefully try to open your hands. Each joint is like a rusty hinge that creaks and whines when moved, and you sigh deeply as you hide your hands in opposite armpits in an attempt to warm them up. Your mother had arthritis and would tell you in a bland voice that you’d probably get it, too. She had it, her mother had it, and so on. But that seemed so far away, you had your whole life ahead of you, and you had just settled down and started to live after your crazy twenties when the outbreak happened, and survival became your only goal. Despite it all, you managed to live for twenty more years, and then got slapped with the family curse.

Closing your hands around a mug of hot tea, you walk around the living-room of your small house and inspect your various half-finished projects: paper made of plants, clay paint, painted mugs. The whole house smells like a compost, so you open a window to let in a cool breeze. You immediately feel it in your aching hands but do your best to ignore it.

Sitting down at your drawing table, you pick up the charcoal and sketch a couple of lines to the profile you’re working on. It doesn’t feel right, however, so you put down the charcoal again. Restless, you sip some tea, your foot tapping against the floor.

Eventually, you have to go to the infirmary, where Robert, Jackson’s doctor, already is treating his first patient of the day.

You like Robert, like being of use, but being a nurse isn’t what you wanted. You trained to be one, yes, and worked as one for years because it felt like a good, honest profession, and your parents insisted. At nearly 30, however, you quit, and went back to school to pursue your true calling: art. You had almost finished your education when the world went to shit, and your passion no longer counted for anything. For the past twenty years, you’ve thrown yourself after art supplies like other people after food, but even paper is becoming harder to come by. Hence your experiments using plants.

“Your hands bothering you?” Robert asks around lunch, and you nod silently. You haven’t said anything, but he notices.

“Take the rest of the day off.”

“I’m good.”

“Just go, okay? I can’t give you anything for the pain, but I can give you the day off.”

You accept gratefully, and as you change into your normal clothes, you decide to go check at the latest construction site if there’s any sawdust to be had.

You hear the promising sound of a saw working its way through wood as you get closer to the latest house being erected, and when you reach it, Joel Miller looks up from the sawhorse and straightens his back. You think you see a grimace flash across his face, but then he carefully rearranges his features into the usual scowl.

Joel’s been in Jackson for a while now. You don’t really know much about him, except for what you’ve heard from others: that he walked across the country from Boston with the girl in search of his brother, and when the place where he was supposed to drop off the girl was destroyed, they both came back here. He seems to have settled well, and he’s handy, so he’s a welcome addition. He doesn’t really seem to understand your needs, though: when you first asked him if he could save some sawdust for your papermaking, he scoffed when he learned that you needed the paper for art. You bit back on an acid remark. Art wasn’t valued very highly in this world, but it’s what made you happy, and you didn’t care what someone like Joel fucking Miller thought.

“Hi,” you say, stopping in front of the sawhorse. “You got something for me?”

He wipes his forehead on his sleeve and nods towards the wall of the house he’s building. There are three buckets by it, and you see that two of them are filled with yellow sawdust, the third one with nettle leaves. Puzzled, you look over at him. You can’t really figure him out.

“What’s this?”

“Ellie said you were looking for nettles in the vegetable patches,” he mutters. “Passed by a bunch of them on patrol yesterday.”

You chew on your lower lip as you process the unexpected kindness.

“Thank you,” you eventually say. “I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” Joel picks up the saw again and goes back to working on shortening the board propped on the sawhorse. The woodsy scent of sawdust fills your nostrils, and you catch a whiff of sweat from Joel, despite the cool weather.

The buckets are proving difficult to pick up. Your fingers refuse to curl around the handles, and even if the weight is more than manageable, your hands are just not having it today. You swallow hard, embarrassed by your frailty, when Joel steps up behind you.

“I’ll take those.”

Big hands close around the handles of the sawdust buckets. You pick up the nettle bucket and start to walk towards your house. Joel walks alongside you, silent and avoiding looking at you just as you are stubbornly staring in any direction but his.

“I have arthritis,” you finally tell him, naming your disease with disgust dripping from your tongue. “My hands don’t work so well some days.”

“That’s rough,” he offers. “I used to have a neighbor who had that. Sorry.”

You finally venture a glance at him. His features offer nothing of what’s going on behind those dark brown eyes.

You arrive at your house, and Joel carries in the buckets for you. You see from how his nostrils flare that he wasn’t prepared for the earthy smell of your home.

“Just put them down there,” you ask him, gesturing to him. Joel does that and is left standing in the doorway to your living-room. He looks around at your various half-finished projects, the pictures on the walls, all your attempts at creating art with whatever materials you've been able to get your aching hands on.

You pretend to busy yourself with washing your hands, but you're really watching him. You've seen this before: people who don't care about art seeing art in a whole new way for the first time. They're always slammed in the face with it, and it's a very delicate moment that shouldn't be disturbed. So you busy yourself at the sink, rinse out your cup despite it being close to clean already, warm up your hands some more with water, open the cupboards and rearrange things. Joel disappears into the living-room, his heavy, unfamiliar boots causing the floorboards to complain about every step he takes. You hear him walk around slowly, and your curiosity gets the better of you. Quietly, you walk over to the doorway to sneak a peek at him.

He's standing by your desk, holding up a paper with a half-finished sketch. To your horror, the picture is of him, the one that you just can't get right because you can't figure him out, can't combine his threatening glower with the warm smile he reserves for his close ones.

You almost dash across the floor and snatch the paper from his hands before throwing it down on the desk, picture down.

"That's not finished, I mean, it's not... you weren't supposed to see it."

"It's good," Joel states simply. You glance at him as you mindlessly rearrange the sketches on your desk.

"Thanks."

His stare is piercing and hard to meet, so you cast down your eyes to a sketch of Ellie right in front of you. Joel follows your gaze and sees it.

"Can I see that?"

You bite your lower lip, pick up the sketch and hand it to him. You're happier with this one: Ellie's face is open, honest. She talks, questions, comments. You've barely heard ten words in all from Joel, and he's been around for months.

"You really captured her," he admires you. "Did she pose for this?"

"No," you shake your head, "but I've worked together with her occasionally. It's easier to draw someone when you know how they move and talk and such."

He hums in agreement as he studies the picture.

"Is that why you haven't finished my picture?" he eventually asks, catching you off guard. "Because you haven't spent time with me?"

"Probably," you shrug, and hold up your hand for him to relinquish the picture back to you. He does, and the line between his brows seems to melt away when he asks you if you'd want to finish his portrait.

"I can come by tonight after work."

You meet his soft gaze and nod.

"Yeah, okay."

///

You're in the middle of dipping your paper molds into a tub of pulp and putting them to dry when there's a knock on the door. You call out a "come in" as you wash your hands under water as hot as you can manage. Not good at staying passive, you've strained your hands all day continuing with your experiments.

Joel steps in, eyeing the room immediately before settling his nut-brown gaze on you.

"How are your hands?" he wants to know. You shrug.

"The same."

You reach for your jacket, and Joel grunts questioningly. You raise a brow at him.

"Are we going out?"

"I need fresh air."

"It does smell in here." A grin flashes by his face, almost shocking you. Was that a joke?

"Sorry," he immediately apologizes, taking your silence for chagrin. You smile wryly.

"Don't worry. It really is smelly, I just don't notice anymore."

You leave your house together and start walking slowly down the street. The evening is cold in a refreshing way, and you hide your gloved hands in your pockets, both to keep them warm and to keep them occupied. Keeping your eyes trained on some invisible spot in the distance, you try to figure out something to say. It doesn't feel like you and Joel have a lot in common, and all those old icebreakers of "where are you from" and "do you have a family" can be sensitive in this world. You opt for something you do know about him.

"Did you build houses before?"

He takes a second to answer, but finally tells you that he was indeed a contractor.

"Always good to know how to build things," you comment. Joel hums in agreement before clearing his throat.

"And you? You usually work in the infirmary."

"I was a nurse, but I didn't like it much," you tell him. "I went back to school to study art, but the breakout happened before I finished. And nobody needs art to survive. So I work as a nurse."

Joel doesn't say anything, but nods to a passer-by.

"Do you like being a contractor?" you ask. Once again, he takes a little time before presenting his answer.

"I do."

"Good, honest work, huh?"

"Something like that. And..." He hesitates, gaze flickering when you turn your head to look at him.

"It's nice to build something instead of destroying it," he finally mutters. You nod slowly.

"Yes. Yes, it is."

Without hurry, you walk around Jackson three times while talking. Joel is a man of few words, but the words he does utter are well chosen and sometimes heavy with information. He talks about his former construction work but doesn't utter one word about his personal life, possible family, likely loss. His voice is warm when he talks about Ellie, the teenager he delivered across the country, only to find that the people who were supposed to take care of her were already dead and buried. There is a momentary crack in his facade when he talks about his failed mission to bring Ellie to Salt Lake City, but he quickly gathers himself, and states that that's how both ended up in Jackson. He seems happy enough with those turns of events.

You tell him about your art education, about how you ever since you were a young child have seemed to notice how light falls on objects, faces, your surroundings, and the deep-seated urge to draw the light, paint it, trace is with a brush in futile attempts to replicate the magic. The light changes everything, how the world is viewed, and you're constantly trying to capture those moments when the light renders a common kitchen utensil magical, just because the first rays of morning sunshine catch the curves and angles of it. You're not sure he understands, but he does listen.

Eventually, you stop outside your house, facing each other. Darkness has fallen and you didn't leave the porch light on, so you struggle to see his face in what little light there is to be had from the moon, and the glow from the windows of the neighboring houses.

"It was nice talking to you," you say sincerely.

"You too."

You hide your hands in the opposite armpits in an attempt to keep them warm. The cold is getting to them, even with gloves.

"Will I see you tomorrow?"

Joel blinks.

"You're not going to draw me?"

"It's too dark."

"Ah." You hear from his tone that he just realized that you've been talking about light this whole time. His head shifts on top of that long, strong neck, his face turns a little to the side and you catch the profile of his aquiline nose against the faint light coming from the neighbor's house.

And you know you have to try to draw him like this, half cloaked in darkness, the bridge of his nose sharp against soft light, maybe from a fire, the shadows painting dark valleys on his face with his frown, the glint of grey in his beard, a lock of hair curling by his ear.

"Maybe not," you correct yourself and step past his towards your porch. "Come on in."

You load up the fireplace, your hands only trembling slightly from the weight of the wood. Joel kneels next to you by the fireplace and takes the matches from you. A protest rests on the tip of your tongue, but the brief touch of his warm, callused hand makes you swallow it. You stand up and watch him light the fire, breathe life into the kindling, and carefully place smaller twigs on the first, small flames before rocking back to watch the fire grow. You move your weight from one foot to the other, tuck your hands into your pockets. Joel glances up at your fidgeting.

"Your hands hurtin'?"

"It's the cold," you shrug. "But it's fine, it's not that bad."

You take a step back, towards the kitchen.

"Want a cup of tea?"

"Sure. Thanks."

When you return with two mugs of steaming tea, the fire is crackling merrily. Joel rises, joints popping, and accepts one mug from you with one hand, the other suddenly taking a gentle hold of your wrist. You twitch, the tea spills over a little, but you don't pull back your hand. Slowly, Joel covers it with his big, broad palm, so much warmer than yours, and you almost instantly feel the heat spread into your aching joints.

When you search his averted gaze, he releases your hand, and clears his throat.

"Thanks for the tea," he murmurs, and you nod quickly.

"You're welcome."

You busy yourself with emptying the run-down armchair from various knick-knacks and tools, and indicate the seat for him. Carefully, as if afraid to break it, Joel sits down. You pull up the desk chair and take a piece of charcoal and a paper, propping it on your lap with a sheet of cardboard under.

"You're not going to continue with the half-finished picture?" Joel asks, sipping his tea.

"No," you shake your head. "It's not how I want to draw you."

"Waste of paper."

"I'll use it to make more. It's okay."

He grunts, and you hide your smile without knowing why you're even smiling in the first place.

"Turn your head a little towards the fireplace," you instruct, and Joel squares his shoulders, as if he's unhappy about being told what to do. However, he does as he's asked, and follows the rest of your directions easily. When you're happy with his angles, you put coal to paper, and start to sketch.

For a long time, the only sound heard is that of the fire, and the soft scratch of the coal against the coarse paper. Your sharp eyes note every hair, pore, and line on Joel's face, but you're finding it hard to transfer them to paper. After a long day, your hands are hurting bad, and the pain keeps shifting your focus away from the task at hand. Finally, you sigh deeply and turn the paper upside down.

"I'm done."

"It's finished?" Joel asks, shifting like he's sitting back and leaning forward at the same time. One brow is quirked inquisitively, while his tight jawline lets you know that he doesn't really want to see the result - but he's curious.

"No," you specify as you get up, "it's not finished. I have to start over, but it's getting late."

Your fingers can barely let go of the coal when you set it down together with the paper. You hide your knuckle in the palm of your other hand and rub it discreetly.

"You won't show me?" Joel rises from the armchair and comes up to you, putting away the cup of tea. Standing right in front of you he seems almost impossibly broad.

"Your hands hurtin'?" he asks in a low voice that vibrates along your spine. You swallow quickly.

"Just need to warm them up, it's okay, I'm used to it."

Your breath gets caught in your throat when he takes both your hands and presses them to his chest. You feel his heart beat quickly against your palm and realize that some of his body heat actually comes from him being just as nervous as you are.

Feebly, you try to pull back your hands.

"I'm getting coal on your shirt..."

"Don't care."

You bite into your lower lip, speechless as if you were fourteen and standing in front of your crush, instead of a middle-aged woman talking to...

Who is Joel to you, anyway?

"Why are you doing this?" you ask hoarsely. Joel frowns, his hands slowly letting go of yours. You keep your palms on his chest for a second longer before letting go. Bereft of the warmth, your joints feel even worse.

He doesn't seem to have an answer to give you, but his lips move like he's trying to say something to break the silence. When nothing comes out, you get impatient.

"Joel?" you prompt.

"No one's ever looked at me like you look at me," he lets out, his dark gaze locking in on you. "It's like you're staring right through my clothes. It makes me nervous. I haven't been nervous in... a very long time."

"Nervous how?" you hear yourself ask, even if your armpits have grown damp, and your heart is beating so hard he surely must hear it.

"Nervous in that way." You hear exactly what he means, all the possibilities and threats and risks summarized in that. There's something so awkwardly boyish in it that you find yourself smiling. His frown deepens when he sees it, but his lips soften.

"Joel," you ask, softly touching your aching hand to his, "do you want to kiss me?"

He immediately grabs your wrist and touches his lips to yours in a kiss that doesn't really know what it's supposed to do but wants to do it anyway. He forgot to draw breath, and instead of inhaling against your skin, he pulls back quickly when he has to breathe.

"Fuck," he mutters, "that was a shitty kiss. I'm sorry."

Your cheeks flush violently when you pull at his hand.

"You can try again?"

The offer makes him smile, finally, and he displays that dimple that you found absolutely impossible to put to paper. His closes his hand around the back of your neck, and his lips press onto yours, and he remembers how it's done, and kisses you until you're not sure your legs will carry you anymore.

///

The picture of Joel becomes secondary to your meetings. Joel, you realize very soon, courts you, like some southern Gone With the Wind-type of gentleman. He brings you whatever materials he can find when he goes on patrol - you're excused from that task due to your horse allergy - and quietly offers you his thick gloves when you're out walking together, and your hands hurt. He continues to not talk much, but you start to recognize the little things: acts of service, the way he looks out for you, how his eyes light up when he sees you. His kisses when you part.

There is only kissing. He hasn't touched you in any other way, and you haven't taken initiative to anything further. There is only a rather chaste, yet warm, kiss when he leaves your house, where you usually meet up. He drinks tea and watches you draw, or paint when you're not asking him to pose for you. You know exactly how you want to capture him but so far, your hands haven't been skilled enough, and for every hour you spend with Joel, you lay another piece of the puzzle that is Joel, and you become unsure of how to draw him.

One evening, a couple of months after that first kiss, you're enjoying the warm fire in your living-room when there is a knock on the door. Joel stands on your porch, eyes scanning you quickly as soon as you open the door.

"You weren't at the movies," he says, referring to the event that nearly everyone in Jackson went to tonight. You hear the question in the statement: Are you okay?

"It's cold," you shrug. "Not my thing. Wanna come in?"

He enters your house, and you take his coat and hang it by the door.

"How are the hands?" he asks. You rub your palms together.

"Not bad today, actually. How's your knees?"

He grins a little, knowing that you saw him carry furniture up porch steps earlier.

"Creaky, but they still carry me."

"Tea?"

"I don't want to disturb, if you wanted to be alone."

You lead the way into the living-room, and move some things away from one armchair, pulling it closer to the fireplace, next to the one you were sitting in.

"You're not disturbing, do sit down. I could work some more on your portrait."

Busying yourself with picking at pieces of charcoal, you don't pay him any attention until his footsteps bring him right behind you. One warm hand touches your waist gently, startling you into turning around to meet his sheepish face.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay." His warm body is so close to yours, and his smell of wood, sweat, and snow invades your nose. You inhale deeply, pretending to sigh just to get the opportunity to soak in this intoxicating, masculine smell of his.

"I got something for you." Joel holds up something wrapped in cloth, and it takes you a few moments to gather yourself.

"For me?" Carefully, you take the little package from him. "Whatever for?"

He shrugs. “Thought you might need it. It’s probably your birthday at some point, or Christmas, or whatever.”

You never were good at receiving gifts, and it's even harder now. When was the last time you even got one?

He shifts his weight; a show of nerves that doesn't match up with his calm, deep voice. You decide to put him out of his misery and unfold the cloth.

It's four paintbrushes, hand carved with thick, curved handles, and tidily shaped heads.

"Oh. Joel, these are... these are gorgeous."

You hear him exhale, like he had been holding his breath.

"You think they're any good?"

"I'm sure they are, the hairs look amazing. Where did you get these?"

"I made them."

Now you tear your eyes from the brushes. "You made them?"

"Carved them, they should be comfortable to hold, I asked the doc what's suitable for someone with arthritis... The hairs are horsehair, bound together with sheep hairs."

He has really listened to you talking about all the art supplies you miss, and your ideas of making your own.

"The hairs are washed, so hopefully they won't give you allergies," he adds quickly.

"Joel... thank you. I don't know what to say."

He chuckles a little. "Try them first. What I know about making paintbrushes can fit onto the head of a nail. You may wanna return them."

"Unlikely."

You lean forward, the brushes still in your hands between the two of you, and touch your lips to Joel's. His hands rise to gently cup your elbows as he accepts your kiss. Only when your lips grow more insistent, does his hold tighten as well, and all you can think of is him holding your tits in the same manner.

Your hands, still holding the brushes, come to his chest, and you start undoing the buttons of his flannel. Joel's lips leave yours, and when he looks at you with eyes steeped in hot molten lava, you know that it didn't come easily.

"What are you doin'?"

"What does it look like?" you smile a little shakily. Is this the beginning of a refusal? Have you misunderstood his interest in you altogether?

"I don't want you to do it just because I gave you somethin'."

"It's not because you gave me something, it's because you never took anything away."

He cups your cheek now, strokes his big thumb over your lips.

"You're beautiful. I haven't done this in a long time, and never with anyone as beautiful."

"How old do you think I am?" you laugh, amused and touched at the same time. His ever-present frown changes slightly, turning quizzical.

"I don't need to hear that I'm beautiful," you specify, hands still on his chest. "I don't care about that."

"Then what do you wanna hear?" His voice is impossibly low. Your pussy clenches, grows moist and hot.

"I want to hear you want me."

"Oh, darlin'..." he sighs, closing his eyes momentarily. "I want you like crazy. I have wanted you for a long time, but I wanted for you to decide when you'd have me."

You didn't know how much you had longed for someone who saw you as a sexual being, a woman with desires and a will of her own.

"Joel," you whisper, and he swallows the rest of your words when he crashes his lips to yours. The brushes fall from your hand when you throw your arms around his neck to bring him closer, and Joel's big arms go around your waist. He hums into your mouth when your entire front is pressed against him; a satisfied hum, like he's happy to have you here. You answer with a hum of your own and feel his lips curve in a smile.

Slowly, his hands begin to know your body, sliding over curves and dips, fingers dipping into flesh, palms caressing over your clothes. Your approach is more direct: you pull at his flannel, wanting it off him.

"There's no hurry," he admonishes you between kisses. "Unless you got somewhere you need t'be?"

You exhale in something in between a scoff and a chuckle.

"In your pants?"

"Bedroom, then?"

"It's warmer in here, where the fire is."

"Hold on."

He releases you, seemingly unwillingly, and disappears into your small bedroom, re-emerging momentarily later with your bedding. You move the armchairs away to allow for him to put everything down in front of the fireplace. Groaning, he lays down on the makeshift bed, taking your hand and pulling you down next to him. You giggle a little as you plop down, immediately receiving more kisses.

"This better?" he wants to know. Your skin knots over when his hand finds its way underneath your shirt.

"Much better."

He rolls half on top of you, hand finding your breast for a light squeeze as his knee pushes between your thighs to separate them. His cock is stiff against your hip, and you move against it, smiling into the kiss when he grunts and grabs your breast harder. You put your hand on his, pressing it down, feeling his hand disappear into your soft flesh almost painfully. Your moan gears him up, and he starts to pull your shirt upwards. Squirming out of it, you reach for his belt, huffing in annoyance when Joel sits up to take his own shirt off. You sit up as well for a better reach, and your forehead connects with his chin just as he dives back to you.

"Ouch!"

"Fuck!"

You smile sheepishly at each other, both of you more startled than hurt, and Joel gently pushes you back down.

"Maybe we should take it slow?"

"I need you, I'm done waiting."

"I know, sweetheart, but I don't want you to break my jaw."

You scoff, but his kisses make you docile. Your clothes come off, along with his, and when you're both finally naked, skin against skin, you discover that you're happy with going slow as well. In the light of the fire, you trace your hand along his strong muscles and soft flesh, kiss his scars from past struggles, and the newer bruises from recent altercations with logs or whatever he has attempted to lift on his own. You close your fingers around the girth of his cock - Jesus, 20-year-old you would've giggled like a maniac at the sight of it - and enjoy the sounds of surrender that you can conjure out of him.

"God, your hands feel good on me," he hisses as you slowly, while trying to remember how to do this, stroke him with both hands. You smile, suddenly struck with nerves, when you pass your thumb softly over the glistening head of his thick cock. The precum catches the flickering light from the fire, and you get lost in how light and shadow play over Joel's skin; the dark dip of his navel, the hills of his soft pecs and stomach illuminated, his cock rising proudly from a thicket of dark hairs towards the light, the fuzz of his thighs. The embossed skin of a scar reflecting the warm light. The way his skin rises in goosebumps at your touch...

"Darlin'?"

You blink, and meet his wry, amused smirk.

"You with me?"

"Yeah, sorry. I just... was looking at the light."

"How you'd paint it?" Joel seems to catch on immediately, having listened to you rambling on about The Light several evenings. Yod nod and run one finger along the length of his cock before continuing up his happy trail, swerving around his navel.

"There's so much to see on the human body, if one just knows how to look."

"Lemme try that."

Joel pulls you down and rolls you onto your back, propping himself up on one arm next to you. You blush a little as he inspects you, his hand following the dancing shadows on your chest and stomach.

"Yeah," he murmurs, "I can see it alright."

"Yeah?"

"M-hmm. Hold on."

He rolls to the other side, looking in the dusky room for something. When he returns to your side, he's holding one of the brushes he made. With a feathery touch, he touches the brush to your ribcage, right underneath one breast.

"Here's light," he mumbles, carefully tracing the brush along a rib. "Right next to the shadow of your breast."

You exhale in a soft moan as his knuckles brush up against your breast, knotting the nipple. Joel's tongue slips out to lick his lower lip before he goes on tracing the lines that only he can see on your skin.

"What are you painting, Picasso?" you ask hoarsely.

"Hush," Joel tells you curtly yet not unkindly. You smile and close your eyes, shifting a little so that you can drape your arm around his shoulder. His hot breath is on your breast, his whiskers tickle you before something warm and wet disturbing your nipple tells you he's licked it. A shiver runs through you, and you push your chest out, asking him wordlessly to do it again.

He latches on and suckles steadily, but your shout of surprised pleasure has barely died down before he releases you and continues down your stomach with the brush.

"Joel," you whine, blinking up at him, but the focus in his eyes is so intense that you don't say anything more. Instead, you watch him figure out the fundamentals of visual art: how the light changes everything, how to handle the brush, how to angle the hand. His brush may not have any paint on it, but he paints your pleasure with sounds from you: gasps, hums, a hiss when he passes over a ticklish spot. With the brush trailing through the thicket of your pubes, your legs fall open and your lower lip catches between your teeth. Your pelvis rises to meet the soft hairs, and you moan when Joel dips the brush through your slick folds. He moves the brush to your nipple, circles it to wetten it with your arousal, then ducks down to suck it into his mouth. Your back arches, your inner thighs are wet, your heartbeats echo in your pussy, and you need him to understand just how desperately you need him.

"Fuck me," you keen, "Joel, I need you to fuck me."

He hesitates, coming up to slot his mouth over yours and steal your breath away. You rub yourself against him, find his cock and tease it, make him moan just as needily as you.

"I take it you ain't a pregnancy risk?" You hear from his tight voice how close he is to snapping. Fuck, but that's hot.

"STDs are our only concern," you try to joke, but it's not funny. Before coming to Jackson, you spent years in a quarantine zone as a nurse, and the common sexually transmitted infections ran rampant. Without proper testing equipment, it was hard to tell the scale of it.

"I should be clean," he tells you, and you're too far gone to doubt him.

"Me too."

He kisses you again as he rolls on top of you, his width and weight blocking out everything else as he plunges his tongue into your mouth. Your hips rise to meet him when he leads his cock against your entrance, and you almost bite him when he starts to push into you. Your nails press into his shoulders, the fit is impossible, and Joel stops.

"Fuck," he mutters. "You okay?"

"It's big, it's been a while."

He growls and pulls out, cupping your cheek when you whine.

"Don't wanna hurt you."

"Just get me wet, Joel."

"You're plenty wet already."

"And you're hung like a goddamn moose, so get me wetter," you snap, and Joel chuckles.

"Relax, darlin'."

"I'm trying."

He kisses you again, hand between your legs, two fingers slipping through your folds and drawing out the slick to a slow circle around your clit. Sparks run up your spine and you bury your fingers in his thick, greying hair.

"You always try to cram it in before finding a girl's clit?" you mutter, but your smile shines through. Joel slips a finger inside you.

"I told you, it's been a while." He trails kisses down your neck and moves his finger inside you, seeking the right, spongy spot. You mewl and writhe, needing more but not getting it. One finger is not enough. An idea forms in your head.

"Take the brush," you ask him breathlessly. Joel stills, finger slipping out as he studies your face. You roll your eyes.

"It's not a commentary on your skills. Get over yourself."

"You were the one who were in such a such a hurry a minute ago," he teases before looking around for the brush. Finding it, he brings it to your tits, but you shake your head.

"No, use it on me."

His brow rises quizzically. You push his hand down.

"Fuck me with it, Joel."

You expect an objection, or at the very least surprise, but all you get is a strangled sound and a searing kiss. The handle, so smoothly polished, is thick and curved in a way that bears resemblance to a dildo - not that you've used one in twenty years, but the thought is there now and you have to try this out.

The handle slides in easily, filling you better than his finger but without the intensity of his cock.

"Fuck," you keen, directing your hand down to rub your clit as Joel slowly pulls out the handle before pushing it back in. "There, fuck, Joel, that's good..."

He's breathing audibly now but you don't look at him anymore, you close your eyes and let him help you find all those buttons and spots that you had almost forgotten that you had anymore. When your toes start to curl, and you moan "Faster, Joel, faster!" he complies, rough whiskers scratching the sensitive skin of your tits as he fucks you with the paintbrush that he carved with his own split-knuckle hands to spare you your aching ones.

You barely know what an orgasm feels like anymore, but there's no mistaking this one. The rise and the tightening of muscles, the holding of breath before releasing it in a choked moan, the loosening of limbs, the pounding heat of your pussy.

"Jesus, but that's beautiful," Joel sighs, gently sliding out the brush and putting it to the side before kissing your flushed forehead. "Darlin', you're killin' me."

You chuckle huskily and pass your hands over your face.

"I think it takes a lot more to kill you, Joel Miller."

"I wouldn't bet on it."

The bedding underneath you may keep the draft of the floor at bay, but offers no suspension, so when he edges into you a second time and bottoms out, it's like being split in two between a rock and a hard place. But you can take him, and you cling to his broad shoulders with breaths coming out as hissing.

"Relax," he murmurs, petting your hair as if you were a skittish animal while slowly moving in you. "Sweetheart, you can take it, you're doing it already, you're doing it so well, it feels so good..."

You keen as he spears you again, slowly but steadily, his muscles trembling from the effort of keeping himself from crushing you. Your legs wrap around his thighs, arms around his shoulders and you pull him down, you want to be crushed, you need him like this, steady like a train and sharp like a razor, his breathless kisses on your neck, the groans that may come from pleasure or discomfort from being on the floor, you have no idea, but you need him just like this.

"Come, Joel, come," you gasp into his ear, the good one, and he endures, unwavering in his effort as he digs into you, deep, thorough, devastating.

His climax is a relief and a sadness. You don't want it to end, but you also couldn't bear one more second of it.

Joel slumps to the side, gathering you into his arms as he draws a deep, shaky breath. In the faint light of the embers that are left in the fireplace, you trace the scar on his right cheek and watch his eyelids press shut more firmly before he turns his head to kiss your fingers.

The temperature in the room seems to drop as the heat dies down, and you carefully untangle yourself from Joel's firm hold to put another log on the embers. When it flares up, you return to Joel's side, now finding him watching you.

"You okay?" he asks when you pull a blanket over both of you. Making yourself comfortable, you nod with a little smile and a kiss to his lips.

"Perfect."

"That thing with the brush was... interesting."

You blush. "I don't know what happened."

"Glad it did."

"Joel, I... haven't had sex like that... at all... in decades," you blurt out. "And this was... perfect."

He hums, glances down, and to you it's glaringly obvious that he is conflicted. Your heart sinks just as he speaks up.

"It really was perfect."

"But?" You can't help yourself: there's a slight edge to your tone. Joel leans his head back a little to take a good look at you, the usual disapproving frown back on his face.

"But there was someone," he starts, "for years. And we never had this. Time and place wasn't right."

You exhale in relief. History and baggage are easy to deal with, rejection is not.

"I'm sorry."

He shrugs with a little sound, forehead smoothed out.

"Was she... Ellie's mom?" you dare. Joel shakes his head, and his hand slowly passes over your back, fingers strumming the bump of your spine.

"I didn't know Ellie until a few months ago. This was... someone else. A partner. She took Ellie on, really. I was against it. And she... didn't make it."

You don't want to say that you're sorry again, but don't know what else to say, either. So you kiss him, because you want to, because you think he needs it, because there are no words. Your hand is splayed open on his cheek, his lips and mouth are dry and so are yours, but the kiss is sweet and gentle, and the things you can't find words for are carefully passed on to him. He exhales in a soft sigh onto your cheek, then tilts his chin up to kiss your forehead before burrowing his nose against your hair. It's clear to you that he wants to sleep, but you're buzzing with unexpected energy. Carefully, you slide away from his arms, smiling at his frown, and get up to tip-toe to the desk, where you pick up paper and coal. A faint blush colors your cheekbones when you feel his cum seep out of you, and you hurry back to the makeshift bed, sitting down by Joel's feet.

"C'mere," he barks, but you shake your head.

"Just stay still."

He complies with that frown of his, and you settle down, putting the piece of coal to the paper.

You know how you want to draw him now.

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

under his watchful gaze

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pairing: mingi x gn! reader

↬ tags: implied that mingi and reader are childhood friends (about why they are roommates now the author herself isn't too sure just roll with it), you can assume reader and mingi are going to the same school, mingi is 3 years older than reader in this one

summary: you have a guardian angel that watches you while you sleep. that's mingi

word count: 807 words

a/n: can't put any labels on what mingi is to the reader because the agenda of this fic changed course MULTIPLE times, the bonus scene will explain a bit of the backstory (it was only added because the story wouldn't have made sense without the backstory)

a loud knock on mingi's door grabbed his attention and he swivels around in his chair to face you. he removes his headphones, game paused in the background. you stood shyly by his doorframe, greeting him all while clad in cozy sleepwear, "hey mingi, i'm not disturbing you right?"

he shakes his head, "no, what's up?" you waved your hands in front of you, "oh, uhm. i just wanted to tell you that if you're going to play games, could you tone it down a bit? i'm gonna head to bed now, i've got an early class tomorrow." you shoot him a half grimace half smile at the mention of your class.

unfortunately for him, his friends were counting on him to tank a match. he clears his throat and gave you a curt nod.

"yeah, i'll try. have a good rest." he bids you goodbye and his door closes with a whoosh, mechanism clicking shut. mingi tears his gaze away from the door and returns his focus back to the game.

"mingi what's taking you so long?!" he rolls his eyes at the way his gaming mates hollered at him.

"my bad. someone was talking to me. let's go for another round?" mingi cracks his knuckles, before poising them over his keyboard.

"that's the spirit! one more win!"

-----

"ah damn we almost got that team!" mingi groans, rubbing his eyes. "yeah no shot. we nearly got obliterated! if mingi didn't advise us to defend our base i think we would have lost more." his teammates chatter idly, agreeing to take a quick bio-break. mingi stretched his legs out, and wonders if you were asleep now.

picking up his phone, he notices that you sent him a message on social media just a second ago. a second chime signals a new message and he clicks on the notification.

just a bunch of animal reels from this evening...and wait, why were you online?

mingi shoots you a quick text, somewhat apologetic.

mingi: was i too loud?

a small grin appears on his face when he spots that familiar green dot beside your profile icon. you were still awake. awake and purposely avoiding his texts.

mingi: ahem.

mingi: excuse me, but i thought you said you were going to sleep 2 hours ago??

you: well uhm...i couldn't sleep ;-;

mingi: come to my room?

-----

a while later he hears his door open and he turns to look at your tired form, "you seriously need to sleep, like now." he knows you can't quip back at him for he had no classes the next day. he removes his headphones on one side to hear you better.

"well! i just can't, what about it?" you leaned against the ajar door, crossing your arms in front of you. mingi couldn't help but burst out laughing at how you were pouting, clearly annoyed for not being able to sleep.

"why didn't you just come and sleep in my bed, just like last time?" he pats the empty bed behind him and you flushed, sputtering, "i...i mean! it's not...it's not like we're kids again or whatever." you locked your hands behind you, averting your gaze.

"mingi? hey! we're gonna start another round." his friend's voice called out through his left ear and he unmutes himself to speak, "give me 5 minutes." in one swift motion, he gets out of his chair and drags you into his room, pushing you down onto his bed all while ignoring your protests.

you huffed, mumbling under your breath, "it's so embarrassing that you still have to coddle me to bed at this age." you surprisingly let mingi tuck you in, pulling the covers to your shoulders. he takes your phone from you, earning him yet another eye roll from you.

"can't stand you being grumpy the next day, so you better rest now. if your bed doesn't work, then my bed it is." he dims the bedside lamp, the only source of light being his monitor in the room. he squats down beside you and you flipped to your side to gaze at him. he locks eyes with you, a wry smile growing on his face.

"are you afraid i'm gonna let the whole world know that you can't sleep without me around? silly twerp. get some proper rest, not some half-assed 3 hour sleep on a school day." you reached out from under the covers to flick his forehead, accepting your fate. mingi knew you couldn't say no either.

"fine. goodnight mingi."

-----

mingi keeps one side of his headphones on, occasionally hearing you toss and turn in his bed. he mutes himself for the rest of the rounds, choosing to text his teammates in-game instead. mingi switches to the quieter keyboard and mouse to avoid waking you up. in the end he couldn't focus for long--not when you were in the same space as him-- and quits the game.

"i'll go off first. see you all same time tomorrow?" chimes of "sure thing" and "see you" came from his fellow gamers and he logged off. mingi ambles over to you, lying down beside you. he stares at you intently, every rise and fall of your chest under his covers made him happy knowing you were getting rest.

"look who's sound asleep now huh." he murmured under his breath, warm hand gingerly carding through your hair and you stirred from his touch. he hides his pleased chuckle behind his other hand when he realizes that you were nuzzling into his touch, seemingly unresponsive after that sudden movement.

"goodnight to you too."

-----

bonus:

10 year old mingi was shaken awake from his sleep and blearily he reaches out to switch on his bedside lamp.

"w-what..." mingi glances in your direction as you perched at the end of his bed, your half-lidded eyes meeting his barely opened ones. you fiddled with the ends of his blanket, "i can't sleep. mommy and daddy are talking loudly again."

he sighs, opening his blanket for you to crawl in. you slipped into the space beside him, and he drapes the blanket over you. "don't kick me or i'll push you off the bed." mingi threatens jokingly. he flicks off the light and the two of you lay down in silence, the hum of the ceiling fan the only things both of you could hear.

"i'm sorry." you whispered. even though mingi's eyes were closed shut, he can feel your intense stare through his lids. "what are you sorry for? auntie and uncle were nice enough to take care of me until my parents come back from their trip. so it is also my duty to take care of you when they can't." mingi doesn't know if you understood what that loaded statement meant, but you seemed satisfied at the fact that he was beside you and that was all that mattered to the 7 year old you.

he gently pats you, and you fell asleep under his care.

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[dreamwritesimagines]

I think they would see each other again because of Jamie, actually!

Like Logan rescues some mutants that are hell bent on not going to the hospital because the anti mutant sentiment either gets them mistreated or reported so he just gruffly tells the team, "I know a doctor that can help."

And he does. Sure, he hates Jamie, is still pissed off he thought he was hurting Sunshine and still believes Jamie is a predator playing the long game with her (Jamie had not come out to anyone by the time he and Logan met) but he's lived long enough to see a person's motives- and Jamie's reasons for hating were never about him being a mutant.

So that's how Jamie gets kidnapped after his long shift by the cage fighter he was convinced he would never see again. To his credit, he doesn't back down.

"It's you. I thought pest control had handled you already."

"Something like that happened. I need your help."

Jamie goes, because he's a good doctor who took an oath and also because he's sleep deprived- he patches the kids up and ignores the team's stares as he stitches a girl's open wound.

"I didn't know Logan could make friends," Scott says whispers.

Jamie snorts, "I'm not his fucking friend."

(I think this is when Scott decides he likes Dr James, actually.)

"Then how do you-"

"Mind your business," Logan gruffs.

When it's the last kid being reviewed, Logan has finally worked up the nerve to ask. "How is she?"

Jamie clenches his jaw. "Fine."

"... I didn't- it wasn't my choice to leave. I didn't want to leave without talking to her first."

"But you did. I always knew that's what you were going to do, i don't care what your excuse is."

"Can you tell her something for me?"

"Cornell. If you want to tell her something say it to her face, otherwise I'd rather not hear it."

"... so is she seeing anyone or-"

"Jesus Christ."

Logan seriously thinks there's no way she isn't already dating someone. And he's kinda right lol

I think he sort of lurks at the edge of her university whenever he comes and goes, maybe hoping to see her again. It's not like the good doctor is very forthcoming about anything regarding her either- the most information Logan has been able to gather whenever Jamie is called in is that she is 1) very successfully going through her veterinary program in a high profile school

2) Has stopped working at the diner Logan used to pretend was convenient and on his way home so he'd have an excuse to talk to her

3) Still wants a cabin in the woods. Logan hears Jamie says this to one of the kids as a distraction while he sets a few bones to their right place. 'a cabin in the woods is like, begging to get murdered' 'that's what I said! Does this hurt?'

I just picture Logan as a very angsty sort of ex (situationship) this dude has not gotten over anything in his life. And Jamie could not give a fuck about his broken heart- he likes most people at the X Mansion; the idea that Charles can read his mind creeps him out so he stays away, he has a soft spot for all the kids he's helped and he would call Scott a friend on a good day- he even comes to respect Logan. He's sweet in a gruff way with the kids and hasn't threatened his life nearly as much as he once did.

And I think Logan is lowkey scared of seeing her again, like one time Jamie's phone was ringing and Logan grabs it because the sound is annoying as fuck but nearly drops it like its hot when he sees it's her name. He can't help it- he picks up just to hear her voice.

"Jamie, thank god. Where are you- Nik is worried sick here and we're gonna be late-"

"It isn't- I'm not Jamie. This is-"

"Logan?"

Darling omg omg I LOVE THIS, YOU'RE AMAZING! ❤️ Thank you so much! ❤️

Adfghjkl Logan not knowing Jamie is gay and convincing himself that he wants to date Sunshine😂

"It's you. I thought pest control had handled you already." I am giggling😂 I love that Jamie hates Logan but in the end they go from enemies to reluctant allies to actual friends, it will be hilarious❤️

Jamie snorts, "I'm not his fucking friend." Oh he would not hesitate😂

Logan has finally worked up the nerve to ask. "How is she?"

Jamie clenches his jaw. "Fine."

"... I didn't- it wasn't my choice to leave. I didn't want to leave without talking to her first." Omg Logan trying to explain himself and HE DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE WITHOUT TALKING TO HER FIRST AND-

This is so good! ❤️ I think like, after he left, he wanted to call her or find her but he convinced himself it was good for her that he was away ❤️

Sunshine got into Cornell?! 🥰

I think he sort of lurks at the edge of her university whenever he comes and goes, maybe hoping to see her again. Oh he would definitely do that! ❤️

Still wants a cabin in the woods aaaaaa Sunshine wanting that cabin in the woods in every universe❤️

I just picture Logan as a very angsty sort of ex (situationship) this dude has not gotten over anything in his life. FACTS! 🥰

Oh Sunshine would definitely hang up on him because of the sudden panic 😂❤️ And that would lead him to go show up at the campus to talk to her, and the minute she saw him and walked up to him, Logan would be like,

"I'm sorry."

"Strong start there."

"And congratulations. Cornell is very-"

"How long has Jamie known about you being around? Like, what are you, friends now?"

"Not at all."

"But you picked up his phone."

"No we...we work together sometimes."

"What?"

"It's a long story. Listen, I wanted to let you know before I left-"

"No reason for you to let me know. We weren't together, and you made yourself very clear about how you felt about my silly crush."

"That's not what happened-"

"And apparently you're hanging out with my friend now so..."

"I'm not hanging out with him. He hates me and the feeling is mutual."

"Right."

"I wouldn't have left without telling you if it were up to me."

"And afterwards, you couldn't even be bothered to send a text I guess?"

"It was for your own good."

"Some things don't change I guess."

[wonik1ss]

Snowy Day — Haerin

pairing : non idol! haerin x reader

song rec : love me back - fromis_9

summary : ever since haerin walked into your cafe you both created a bond, but neither of you knew it was a romantic one

The clock above you seemed to be going slower than usual. You didn’t have anywhere to go but to your busted apartment but it was better than being; in this abandoned cafe you worked at.

Just as you were fake up a story to leave the door opened. Showing a cat like girl in a white puffer jacket walking in. As she entered she pulled down her hood and looked around. It was winter so it was obviously cold but the jacket; made the girl look so small so you tried to hold in a chuckle. She finally settled her eyes on you as she walked to the counter.

“One I ced mocha please”

“Is this weather?”

“What do you suggest then?”. The girl poured and tilted her head.

“A pumpkin spice latte warm it’s really good”. The girl seemed to ponder the thought and then she nodded.

“Name?”

“Kang Haerin”. You nodded and as she handed you the money you smiled. Not being able to notice the blush that dotted the girls face. As you made the drink the girl stared at you examining your profile.

You weren’t pretty.. you were gorgeous to Haerin; and apparently funny as you accidenlty dropped something and cursed. Haerin chuckled and smiled as turned to see her and the quickly turned back.

After that Haerin started to come everyday for a pumpkin spiced latte warm. Everytime you learned something new about her too.

“What’s this?”

“A scarf.. it’s getting cold you need one”. You started to notice no matter the situation the girl had a stone cold face you learned to love.

“Thanks Rin”. The girl nodded and quickly turned to find a seat. This time your noticed the blush and you couldn’t help but smile. A week later the stone face girl came in more angry than usually.

“What’s up Rin?”

“I think I wanna be a highschool dropout”. Your eyes went wide as the girl stared at you blankly.

“Did you fail a test or something?”

“No my friends keep pestering me to.. date someone”. You laughed as the girl rolled her eyes.

“It’s not funny!”

“Well that’s not a reason to dropout!”. The girl ignored you and went to sit as you went to make her drink.

“Sit with me”. As you handed the girl her drink 3 weeks after this she had asked you this.

“I’m still wo-“

“I got this go chill baby girl”. You rolled your eyes and Yunjin winked at you and went to clock in. You took off your apron and sat with the cat like girl.

“So what’s up?”

“Would you date me”

“What?”. The girl sighed as she spoke again.

“My friend Hanni thinks I’m undateable because of my face”

“I think you’re very pretty though”. The cat like girl blushed as she gulped.

“Ya but I’m apparently have the face of an ice queen…”

“I like scary women”. The girl eyes you up and down looking to see if you were joking but you weren’t.

“People like reactions and I don’t give them any”

“Your different I like that”

“I don’t talk a lot”

“I can rant to you then”

“I zone out sometimes”

“I’ll bring you back”

“Date me then”

“I-“. Your face was shocked as you stared at the girl. Who started to smile.

“What no ill?”

“I’ll date you then”. You said as you leaned closer the the girl and kissed her cheek. You then put your apron back on and got back to work. Haerin sat stunned cheeks rosy as you smiled. What a lovely snowy day.

[rizzkisworld]

Rizz Diaries - Jake Sim

Synopsis: Jake is know as the "rizz advisor" since he's had a lot of partners in the past and he's always pulling people left and right. However, currently the rizz man himself is taking a break from relationships and is focused on playing the rizz game. Suddenly, someone tells the whole school including yn that both Jake and his rizz arch nemesis Ricky have a crush on her. What will the rizz advisor do?

Paring: non-idol! Jake x fem! Reader

Genre: Humor, fluff, smau

Warnings: Some characters are extremely chaotic lolz, lots of rizz, ignore the time (cuz I get heavy inspo at night), harsh jokes such as kys ect (if I'm missing anything lmk)

Taglist: Open!

Status: Temporarily Halted

Authors Note: Hi! This is my first fic and smau on Tumblr, so I'm very new to this whole thing lol! Anyways I tried not to specify any features on y/n such as skin color, body type, height ect, so that most people wouldn't feel left out (I hope), but let me know if I made any mistakes ty!

⌈Profiles: 1//2//3⌋

Chapters...

1. Who Done It??

2. You're Done!

3. Nicholas likes who??

4. Rizzmas in July

5. Why she kinda....

6. He doesn't have to know

7. Rizzless

More to come..

[airbendertendou]

ACID! ♡ cobra

synopsis : you’re usually the one who’s cleaning up his wounds but now the roles have reversed.

rocky’s sibling!reader , typical hnl violence , tending to boo-boo’s <3

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your brother was a little overprotective. loyal, kind, comforting — and intense. as soon as you learned how to walk, you were taught how to defend yourself in some way ; in any way.

the man in next to you smirks as he looks you up and down, eyes latched onto the white jacket hanging on your shoulders. “you’re with rocky, huh?”

you look away from your phone and to the man. the bus stop is usually empty at this time — the people of sword didn’t venture into the dark. you blink, “excuse me?”

he points to your jacket, “the white rascals. you know them?” he takes a puff of his cigarette before flicking it to the floor and stomping it out. he chuckles, “this isn’t their territory. that doesn’t scare you?”

“why would that scare me?” you prepare yourself, poising with your back stiff and fists clenched. your back is to the map, giving the stranger in front of you your full attention. “it doesn’t matter whose territory i’m in.”

he lets out another cackle — something filled with trouble ; something nasty and mean. “sure about that?”

as cobra walks to the store for naomi, the sound of fighting catches his ears. it’s nothing new in this district — especially after the sun goes down — cobra’s instinct is to ignore it. however, as he goes past the bus stop, he hears a small yelp. a familiar yelp — one that sounds like you.

quickened footsteps hit the concrete, eyes peeled for you or your attacker. instead, cobra sees a man kneeling in front of you as you crush his fingers under your boots. your face is hidden in the shadows of the alleyway — your bus has long passed now — and cobra can’t hear what you say.

you let out a huff, swiping the blood from under your nose. the man is unconscious now — a quick knee to the face is all he needed. someone is standing at the mouth of the alley, stopping you in your tracks.

“[name]? everything okay?”

you squint into the dark, inching forward until the streetlight is brightening the figure. you pause, “oh, cobra.”

he looks you over, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of blood on your face and hands. you see his gaze and go to rub your hands on your pants before remembering you’re wearing white. “what’s going on?”

“just—“ you look back at the slumped over figure before shrugging. “a little disagreement is all.”

cobra nods slowly before grabbing your arm softly. he makes a show of it — moving calmly and casually as he puts his hand out for you. “let’s get away from here, then.”

you’re sitting on a bench outside of a convenience store, waiting for cobra. he insisted you stay until he could take you home ; stay until he could look over your wounds. a rustle of a bag catches your attention, eyes opening to look at the blond ; you didn’t even notice they’d shut.

“this might sting,” he says quietly before a wet cotton ball is patted under your nose. there’s a scratch on your lip that cobra touches tenderly, his knees knocking against yours as he does. “good thing you won your disagreement.”

you grin, hissing when it burns the wound on your lip. “i always win.”

with nowhere else to look, you’re stuck staring at cobra. you’d met him a few times before when he’d stop by to speak to your brother, your eyes wandering and always landing on him. he was pretty — polished in a way the other rugged, messy men you hung around weren’t.

cobra smirks, “starin’, [name]?”

“what else am i supposed to do?” you shoot back. with the tip of his ring finger, cobra scoops the ointment, tapping it onto your lips and then under your nose. “you won’t tell my brother about this, will you?”

“not this time.” he sighs, shoulders slumping at he puts supplies back into the bag. cobra meets your eyes sternly this time. “if it happens again, though��”

“it won’t,” you promise. “i’m usually more careful.”

cobra smirks again as he rubs the blood off of your hands. he looks at you through his eyelashes, “you little delinquent.”

you simply flash him a smile, your tongue sticking through your teeth.

——♡——

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[satantica]

oh dear god let me manage my time and fully come back to tumblr…

special edition for my birthday girl @asel-nur<3

also a little disclaimer: all of what’s gonna happen is the next chapter of “someone hitting on you” which you can find in my profile!:)

going to your family dinner with coworker!kuroo 

“This is the clothes you’ll be wearing for our date? You should’ve told me so I would be casual sexy not eccentric sexy.” Tetsurou was glancing at your everyday office clothes slightly confused. You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time today. You wanted to say something witty and rude so badly that you had to cover your mouth so you wouldn’t accidentally speak your mind. “I’m planning on going home and changing. And it isn’t a date.” Kuroo smirked. Predatorily as always. “Of course it’s not.’’

The only reason you hadn’t slaughtered Kuroo yet was your family dinner. Everyone had been brought together so your dad would announce his wedding. His fiancee was, in short, a bitch. You would’ve invited someone else but you finally could make use of Tetsurou’s sassiness. Future bitchy step-mother and unbearable, noisy Kuroo were a perfect match.

“I’m driving.” Kuroo said enthusiastically while he was grabbing his things. “Drive then.” You didn’t even look at him and went to the stairs. Tetsurou rushed towards you and carefully stopped you with the back of his hand. “Don’t you think it’s a bit suspicious that the person you date doesn’t pick you up?” He made a step to be right in front of you. “We aren’t dating. And stop playing a big clever guy. It’s not working. You look like a fucking idiot.” You tried to make your way to the stairs. Kuroo quickly blocked the way. “Okay, sweetie, then I’m not going.” You patiently exhaled. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you? But your insidious, arrogant, fussy, ignorant ego just can’t hear ‘no’ from a woman. And so you would know…” Tetsurou didn’t let you finish “It’s getting too easy to make you mad. Come on, I’ll get you home.” You didn’t have this kind of energy to keep fighting. “Oh for fuck’s sake”

You were driving to the restaurant looking mesmerizing. You could’ve said both of you looking mesmerizing. You were surprised that Kuroo hadn’t said anything sassy yet. In fact, you hadn’t spoken at all since you’d told him off. “You’re breathtaking in this dress”. Tetsurou was concentrated on the road but you could tell that he was saying what he really thought. You, surprisingly to yourself, started feeling guilty. “Thank you.” Every word was difficult to say. You didn’t want to think that you were wrong. “You look great too.” Kuroo glanced at you. He was still a bit upset or mad or something else because of what happened but Tetsurou seemed… interested? Finally, he came back to being focused on driving.

“I don’t really want to go.” You said looking at your hands and trying to figure out why you would open to him like this. “With me?” Tetsurou strived not to look at you because he was busy with the road or he just didn’t want to do that right now. “No, it’s just that…” You were struggling with the wish to tell him so Kuroo would know what was going on with you. At the same time your inner fear was screaming not to open up to someone who you considered a foe. “It’s okay. We can just listen to music if you don’t wanna share.” You were extremely confused. Kuroo Tetsurou had never acted like that. Not the one that you had known. This man made you want to trust him. “No, it’s fine. I just can’t accept the fact that dad would leave my mom like that and then call all of us to say that he is happy. Just you know. Kinda throwing that into mom’s face like: ‘Hey, look I can be happy without you.’ It’s just wrong. And his fiancee is… A bitch. I’m not even going to find the right words for it.” Tetsurou grinned. “Sounds like you could be friends.” You smiled for the first time today. “Only if so. I’m sorry I dragged you into this and told you off. I shouldn’t have. Although you are a motherfucker sometimes.” Tetsurou turned the car right and smirked. “Is this the reason you invited me? So I would fuck your future step-mother and outplay your dad?” You laughed “Tetsurou, that’s just gross. Why would it even go into your head?” Kuroo didn’t answer and kept a cunning smile on his face and turned right again. You strained. “Tetsurou, tell me you’re not kidnapping me.” He stopped the car and eventually looked right into your eyes. “I was going to take you to this Italian place, remember?”

[zekeen]

🎫 use this ticket to make a profile for your tav, with all till now information and 10 fun facts🎫

Made with this template by @eeldritchblast (thanks 😁)

Traits :

Values :

Free-thinking : Inquiry and curiosity are the pillars of progress. (Chaotic) Creativity : I never run the same con twice. / The world is in need of new ideas and bold action. (Chaotic) People : I help people who help me--that's what keeps us alive. / I like seeing the smiles on people's faces when I perform. That's all that matters. / I'm loyal to my friends, not to any ideals, and everyone else can take a trip down the Styx for all I care. 

Skills :

Deception : Deception lets you convincingly hide the truth, either verbally or through your actions. This deception can encompass everything from misleading others through ambiguity to telling outright lies. Typical situations include trying to fast-talk a guard, con a merchant, earn money through gambling, pass yourself off in a disguise, dull someone’s suspicions with false assurances, or maintain a straight face while telling a blatant lie. Arcana : Arcana measures your ability to recall lore about spells, magic items, eldritch symbols, magical traditions, the planes of existence, and the inhabitants of those planes. Acrobatics : Acrobatics covers your attempt to stay on your feet in a tricky situation, such as when you’re trying to run across a sheet of ice, balance on a tightrope, or stay upright on a rocking ship’s deck. 

Merits :

Prehensile tail : Your tail is dexterous and prehensile enough to perform sime simple tasks. It has a reach of 5 feet, and it can lift a number of pounds equal to five times your Strength score. You can use it to do the following simple tasks: lift, drop, hold, push, or pull an object or a creature; open or close a door or a container; grapple someone; or make an unarmed strike. Your tail can't wield weapons or shields or do anything that requires manual precision, such as using tools or magic items or performing the somatic components of a spell. True love : Despite the bleakness of the world, your character has discovered a true love. Such love gives hope and inspiration in the face of even the greatest difficulty, for it is a sign that the world is not totally devoid of higher, purer powers. You gain one automatic success on all Willpower rolls, which can only be negated by a botch. On the other hand, you probably have to spend time rescuing your true love from danger or questing to find him or her again.

Flaws :

Deep sleeper : Snore, toss and ignore the alarm - you sleep like a force of nature. Whenever you try to wake up, you suffer a difficulty penalty of two on the roll, and you continue to stagger along bleary-eyed and uncomprehending for the rest of the scene (with a further one-point penalty on all rolls.) Arachnophobia : You have an abnormal irrational fear of spider and other arachnids and arachnid-like creatures.

OC sheet for Baldur’s Gate 3

Birthplace : Baldur's Gate

Detailed Backstory : She was born in the lower city from a tiefling mother and a half-drow father. She didn't get to know them long, her mother died of illness soon after her birth and after a while her father gave her away to an orphanage as he was unfit totake care of a child. And he also died not long after.

As she grew up, she realised she was naturally able to use magical powers but kept it to herself as she grew wary of the people looking over her, who used to sell the kids that grew old enough or had some useful skills . As asking for help wasn't really an option during her childhood, she became self-reliant and as a tiefling she was often ostracized and grew to be a loner.

When she got old enough, she learned she was about to be sold as a servant to an upper city family, so she decided to run away from the orphanage and killed the director; after that she made her way towards criminals and offered her services to the guild.

Profession/job : Criminal with the guild, planning scams mainly but she was also employed for her magical powers when it was needed.

After the game, she's Astarion consort and enjoys a life of luxury while still scheming against the patriars, to slowly gain more power and riches.

Mannerisms : Toys with her ponytail or chew her lower lip when she's anxious.

Languages : Common, Infernal

Tropes they embody: The Chaotic Neutral, The Misanthrope, The Orphan, The Repressed Character

Habits : She wears lots of jewellery, she mostly reads, plays music, often sharpens her claws.

Personality : Realist, patient, cautious

She's outwardly a nice person, friendly and polite with most people but sees strangers as a means to an end.

She's charismatic and easily manipulates others to do or believe what she wants. She seems assertive but is actually riddled with self-doubt and felt like an imposter as a leader.

She doesn't like being pushed around and will not make any efforts if it happens

She doesn't particularly like cruelty but won't shy away from it if it comes to be necessary. She generally don't base her actions on moral, she just goes with what's easier or demands the least efforts.

Pros : Self sufficient, she's not an expert in most fields but can dabble her way through most activities

Curious, always likes to learn new things 😗

She's open minded and doesn't like to make hasty assumptions on people

Polite, doesn't like to leave a bad impression

Occasionally funny

Loyal to the people she considers as friends/family

Calm presence

Affectionate to the people she feels comfortable with

I'll also add the link to the nsfw alphabet and the ask meme :)

Cons : Secretive and distant, she rarely talks about herself and her problems

Probably too calm

Helpful to people only if there's something to gain out of it except for her close ones

Lazy, she will not go out of her way to make the good choice but the most efficient

Too self reliant

Self esteem issues (a fear of failure mainly)

A tiny bit manipulative 😇

[profilerhotch]

For the Marchhotchness writing challenge by @hotchfiles

Word Count-490

This is a bit more self indulgent than I would usually post. I’ve tried to keep it a bit vague so it could be read as someone struggling with body image but it was written with dysphoria and a trans reader in mind.

This started off as something completely different and Hotch became way more background than I had planned 🙄 but the more I kept working on it the more I disliked it, so here it is.

—

18. [PROMPT] Self-image

Aaron x platonic reader.

You were uncomfortable, to Aaron it was obvious, you were hunching on yourself and pulling your clothing away from your body, doing anything you could to fade into the background. This case was hitting home for you, you could fit yourself into the victim pool with ease. The people on the board shared your life experiences, you could probably guess what they were thinking and feeling.

—

The team do their best not to butt heads with the locals, rising above the quips or pointed comments that often come from their involvement. Every so often there will be comments or attitudes that are harder to ignore.

This time you had been called in by a police chief who wasn’t getting the support from his force to look into a string of recent murders and unfortunately you were similar to these victims opening you up to whispered insults or, from one particularly brazen officer, insults directly to your face.

Hotch had managed to keep you out of the precinct as much as possible, sending you to crime scenes and to interview families but it couldn’t last forever. During the profile briefing one young officer shared his opinions, loudly. He didn’t deem these victims worthy of saving, the unsub was just doing everyone a favour ridding the town of freaks. Unsurprisingly the only person to speak against him was the Police Chief suspending him on the spot, but it was clear other detectives agreed with his sentiments. These ‘freaks’, everyday people, the only connection Garcia had found was that they shared a doctor who they had all seen over the past 3 months.

—

Three days into the case and the images were getting to you, so Hotch took you with him to collect lunch for the team. It’s obvious to you that he's trying to give you a break.

‘I appreciate what you’re doing here Hotch’

‘Our job is hard enough when we have the support of the locals, but with their attitudes we’re all on edge and maybe these things are more personal to you. It’s alright to need time away.’

‘It’s nothing I haven’t heard before, but the images, some of those victims could be me Hotch’

‘Heard from who?’ Of course that’s this part he’s picked up on, you can see the concern on his face.

‘If I’ve not heard this from someone else, I’ve said it to myself, yes it still stings but it’s just part of my life—

‘It shouldn’t be’

‘I know’ you shrug in response, ‘it’s just one of those things, I’m not going to let it change who I am but I can’t always let it slide off’

[steddieas-shegoes]

it led me to you

chapter 5: vecna also on AO3

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

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When Steve woke up eight hours later, he was in pain, and he didn’t remember anything that happened the first time he woke up.

Wayne watched them as Eddie tried to ask him some basic questions and got no answers, and Eddie tried so hard not to be disappointed.

Steve asked about Robin, mentioned that she had been there when he got injured and probably could tell everyone what happened better than he could, refusing to answer any question about the injuries.

When Wayne asked the nurse if they knew anything more, they said that he’d been unable to tell them and no one else who was there was talking about anything except the actual fire.

Wayne was a relatively distrustful person, especially when it came to things like this, things that seemed much bigger than just a mall fire. He got even more suspicious when he saw a few people in suits arrive and go into a room down the hall later that first day.

He was quickly distracted by Robin showing back up, though.

She ran into the room, practically face planting into Steve’s bed as she grabbed his other hand, ignored his wince in pain, and started rambling.

“You absolute dingus! I cannot believe you tried to hide a severe concussion for so long that you blacked out! I asked you how many times if you were okay? And you said ‘oh, I’m fine! I feel great! I could fly a plane right now!”

“You said what?” Eddie snorted, trying his best not to let the fact that she was holding his best friend’s hand make him jealous. He failed.

“I don’t think I said that,” Steve said, though he seemed unsure.

“You did. You said ‘planes are big and I am, like, so good at driving, so I could probably drive it if someone got it off the ground and then put it back on the ground when I was done.’ Which is truly something a gorilla could do, Steve. Like, not to be rude, but you saying you can do the easiest part of flying an airplane is not as comforting as you think it is, and I have been stuck on that for almost 16 hours now. How is that supposed to be reassuring?” She continued, waving her unoccupied hand so much, she almost hit herself and then Wayne when he came up next to her. “And then I started thinking about how maybe you genuinely thought that flying the plane in the air is the hard part. Like being okay is relative isn’t it? To you, maybe you’re okay, but to me, you’re so far from okay. And I think I’m pretty far from okay, but I don’t look nearly as bad as you so maybe I am okay and just being ridiculous ya know? And-“

Wayne placed his hand on her shoulder, effectively stopping her from continuing.

She took in a deep breath, and let out a sob.

Steve let go of Eddie’s hand to try to pull her into a hug.

Eddie didn’t mind so much, at least not right now. Robin seemed to need it, and Steve seemed to need to provide it.

He could let go of his stupid jealousy for this.

He could.

He felt Wayne’s eyes on him, but ignored the way they burned into his profile, ignored the words he knew Wayne was silently saying to him.

“I’m gonna go grab some food. Anyone want anything?”

Everyone shook their head, but otherwise ignored Wayne’s question, and he ultimately seemed fine with that.

Eddie kind of figured he just wanted to be out of the room, didn’t want to feel the tension anymore.

Couldn’t blame him with the way Robin and Steve were whispering to each other, looking at each other like they were saying more with their eyes than their mouths.

Eddie sat back in his chair, closed his eyes, and somehow managed to drift into an unfit sleep.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

When he woke, he was alone with Steve, who was sitting in bed with his eyes closed, but he wasn’t asleep.

Eddie could tell because he just…knew every way that Steve held himself. He knew that when he was asleep, his mouth would often slip open just the tiniest bit, his hands curled into fists, holding whatever was closest in them (a sheet, Eddie’s shirt, sometimes his own shirt).

He was tense though, probably in a decent amount of pain still considering they’d slowly been taking him off the pain meds.

Eddie took in his injuries again, the way the swelling had started going down slightly, but the bruising hadn’t faded at all. He noted the way the bruising on his arms and neck and chest all seemed reminiscent of fingerprints, of someone holding him down, choking him.

Someone did this to him.

Fires don’t cause bruises.

People cause bruises.

He let him pretend for another minute, mentally filing away every scratch on his skin, every discoloration that meant someone had touched him to hurt him.

“Stevie? You need anything?”

Steve opened his eyes, groaning at the light.

“Will you hold my hand again?”

Eddie would jump out of the hospital window if Steve asked. Holding his hand was a small favor in comparison.

“Wanna tell me more about your dreams of being a pilot?” Eddie asked with a smirk.

“Oh my God, you two will never let this go, will you?” Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled.

“I’m just curious why you never mentioned it before. I’m sure we could look into you getting your license now that you’ve graduated.”

“I was just high when I said it, Eds,” Steve said, as if that made any sense.

He was at work, he shouldn’t have been high. He didn’t even like getting high, not even with Eddie, so why was he high at work with Robin?

“High?”

Steve suddenly looked like he regretted saying it, like he wasn’t supposed to tell him that and somehow letting it slip was a big deal.

He knew Eddie wasn’t judging him for being high, not even on the clock, so why was he suddenly acting like he shouldn’t have said it?

“What happened?” Eddie figured this was the best question to ask.

Even if he didn’t get all the details, he could maybe piece most of the night together, find out how he got beat to shit.

“It’s a long story. I don’t know what I’m allowed to say,” he started, still so hesitant, still acting like he had to hide.

“Allowed?”

“Yeah.”

“Who wouldn’t allow you?”

“I dunno. Dustin just told me not to say anything yet.”

Eddie was even more confused now.

“Dustin? Was Dustin at the mall when the fire happened?”

“Um.”

“Steve, why the hell was Dustin there?”

Eddie felt his brain trying to piece things together without even knowing half of the story. Dustin was a child. He shouldn’t have even been at the mall that late to begin with, let alone anywhere near whatever happened to Steve.

He hadn’t met Dustin yet, but he felt this overwhelming urge to protect him just based off of how much Steve loved him.

“He was visiting me at work when everything started.”

“Everything being…?”

“Eds, I-“

“Alright, Steve! Looks like you’re going home today, so let’s go ahead and do one last check on everything!”

The nurse walking in the room caused them both to jump, Eddie realizing almost too late how close he had gotten to Steve.

It wouldn’t look very good for someone who wasn’t Wayne to walk in on that.

Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice, too busy focusing on the clipboard in front of her as she spoke.

“Your injuries are all surface wounds so they’ll just need to be maintained with regular cleaning and wrapping on the worse ones. Your eye may still need a cold compress occasionally while the swelling continues to go down. I’d recommend every four to six hours if you can. Do you have someone to help you for the next 24-48 hours?”

She finally looked up, seemingly noticing that Eddie was there for the first time.

“Oh! Hello! My apologies, I’ve been so busy tonight, my head is all over the place. Steve, is it okay to discuss things with him here?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be staying with him and his uncle while I get better.”

“Great! They’ll bring some more instructions in a couple hours, but for now, do you have any concerns before you go?”

Eddie had a lot of fucking concerns. Like, more concerns than he had even just ten minutes ago.

But he couldn’t ask the nurse about these concerns.

No, Steve was the only one who could properly answer these questions, and he intended on making sure he got the answers he needed.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

He lasted less than 12 hours before he was begging for answers.

Wayne showed up shortly after the nurse did, helped Steve sit up and walk around a bit, get ready for the doctor to release him.

They made it home only a couple hours later, Eddie setting Steve up in his bed while Wayne grabbed them some pizza in town.

It was the perfect opportunity to get some answers, but Steve finally looked like he was comfortable, relaxed. Eddie couldn’t interrupt that by asking him to relive whatever trauma happened the night before.

When Wayne got home, Steve was asleep.

Eddie sat with Wayne at the table, taking a slice and silently chewing as he thought through the events of the night and day so far.

“You call Robin?”

Eddie shook his head. He hadn’t thought to, even though her number was written on a piece of paper in his pocket.

He’d barely thought about much other than piecing together what happened to Steve.

But Robin probably knew.

“I’m gonna do that now!” He was maybe too excited, and Wayne’s eye roll told him that he probably realized he was calling for more selfish reasons than to let her know that Steve was home and mostly okay.

He knew Wayne would hear the entire conversation, but he didn’t really care. He just needed to understand what was happening with Steve.

Robin answered on the second ring.

“Is this a Munson? It better be.”

“No, this is Mrs. Hampton from the laundromat calling to remind you to pick up your delicates,” Eddie said in a high-pitched voice that sounded nothing like Mrs. Hampton.

“Well, either you’re preparing me for bad news with a sad attempt at humor or Steve’s fine,” she said, voice still laced with worry.

“Yeah, he’s alright. I mean, as alright as someone who looks like they’ve been put in the middle of a pro wrestling ring with no experience can. Wanna tell me more about that?”

“I don’t know if I can.”

He tried not to be mad, or jealous, or any other emotion that would be embarrassing later.

There was a reason for the secrecy, and as frustrating as it was for him, he knew they would be more honest about it if they could be.

“I’m Steve’s best friend. I promise I won’t say anything.”

“I just…I’m new to this. I don’t-“

“New to what?”

What the hell did that even mean? New to what? Robin had lived in Hawkins her whole life as far as Eddie knew. She wasn’t exactly new to working a job, having been a babysitter since she was 13 and working at the grocery store every summer since she was 14. She wasn’t new to Steve, or at least not that new: they’d been working together all summer.

“The weird stuff.”

“Weird what?”

But Eddie thought about what Steve said about Dustin and his friends. Thought about how they seemed too mature for their age in some ways, and not in others. How government officials in suits showed up when something weird happened, barely gave any explanation, and left again.

“I just think you should ask Steve. He’ll tell you,” she sighed.

“He might not want to.”

“He will if you ask. He’d tell you anything. He lo-“ Robin cleared her throat. “I should probably go in case my parents call. They found out about everything this morning and have been calling every hour to check in.”

“Tell her she’s welcome over anytime!” Wayne said from the table.

“You can come over anytime. But Steve’s asleep right now so maybe wait a few hours.”

“Yeah, thanks. Probably can’t until my parents get back and actually see with their own eyes that I’m not speaking to them as a ghost on the phone.” Robin laughed. “You know my mom genuinely asked me if I was someone pretending to be me. As if someone would admit that!”

“Wait, are you impersonating Robin?”

He was met with silence.

“Oh my god, you deserve each other. Goodbye, Edward.”

She hung up before he could ask what the hell that meant.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

When Steve woke up, he was in pain, but it was manageable.

Eddie took advantage of his still-relaxed mind to start asking questions.

“So you were just working like normal and then the place blew up?”

“Not…exactly,” Steve said as he took some pain meds and chugged some water.

“What happened?”

“Um.”

“Stevie, please. You can’t even open one of your eyes. You’ve got bruises on your neck! Your skin is rubbed raw on your wrists like someone had you tied up. I don’t know what happened, but I know it wasn’t just an explosion. Please,” Eddie begged, tears filling his eyes despite his best effort not to cry.

“Eds,” Steve started, reaching his hand out to comfort, but Eddie stood up. He folded his hands in his lap, trying to cover up the marks Eddie was talking about. “I want to tell you, I just-“

“Then tell me! It doesn’t have to leave this room, I won’t even tell Wayne! I just need to know what happened to you, I need to know how to help you. Please.”

Eddie knew what his face was doing, what his eyes were saying.

He knew it wasn’t fair to put that on Steve right now, or ever, but he couldn’t pretend that this didn’t bother him.

He couldn’t pretend that he believed the mall just exploded.

“Alright. Okay. Just. Just sit down.”

Steve’s voice was trembling, his hands were trembling, his entire body was trembling.

“No one can know any of this. I’m not supposed to know any of it, but I was forced into knowing. It’s dangerous to know, and I don’t think it’s fair to put it on you, but if you’re insisting then-“

“Steve.”

“Okay! Okay.” He took a deep breath. “Hawkins Lab wasn’t just a regular lab; they were doing human experiments. This girl, El, she has like, superpowers. And I guess a lot of the weird stuff that happens around here can be traced back to them and their experiments. There’s a whole alternate dimension, Dustin called it the Upside Down, and there’s-“

“Wait. Sorry. Dustin?”

“Oh! Yes, Dustin. He’s apparently been involved with this stuff since Will, you know Will? Since he went missing. Which I guess when he was missing, he was stuck in the Upside Down, and like, almost got eaten by all these weird creatures that they named after D&D things? None of them fit though, and I told them that, but they kept saying it’s just what worked and-“

“Stevie. Please.”

Steve kept getting distracted, which was normal for him when he was rambling about things, but Eddie’s patience was thin right now.

"Right. So last night. I guess it started yesterday though. Dustin came to see me at work and said he needed help with something and I assumed it was something from camp maybe? I dunno, but then Robin got involved because she knows Russian and I guess under the mall there’s tunnels to a secret Russian bunker, which is crazy, right? Feels like I made that up, but I didn’t because Robin was there and then Dustin and Erica. And I had to protect them all because they could have died or gotten hurt and I kept telling the Russians that like, Robin and I just scoop ice cream! We don’t know anything! They didn’t believe me, and then Robin kept trying to get them to stop hurting me, and they almost killed me I think, but Dustin managed to get us out. Some other stuff happened that I don’t really know the details for because I was unconscious, but it wasn’t good. Billy, you remember him? He died. I was awake long enough to hear Lucas trying to calm Max down about it. And then I woke up in the hospital and I started to remember some of the stuff they did to me and I don’t really want to.”

Eddie was finding it hard to keep up, hard to breathe, hard to remember that Steve was okay.

He made it out.

This sounded like something out of a conspiracy book, and maybe if Eddie didn’t know Steve so well, he would assume he was making it all up, but he knew he wasn’t.

He couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

“You were tortured by Russians under the mall.”

It wasn’t a question, but Steve nodded like he was answering it anyway.

“What the fuck.”

“They also gave me some kind of drugs, Robin too, but I think they messed up my dose because it lasted longer for me. I think it was like a truth serum, but I dunno. I don’t remember a lot still,” Steve sighed.

A truth serum.

He was probably still on it in the hospital. Which meant maybe-

“I’m supposed to let Dustin know when I’m awake so he can visit. He apparently called the hospital about 100 times to talk to me, but couldn’t. Can I call him?”

“Yeah, ‘course. You don’t have to ask permission, Stevie.”

Eddie felt like he was on the outside looking in, like he couldn’t quite grasp everything Steve was saying. He’d missed a connection somewhere maybe, or maybe there was no connection to miss and it was just this fucking weird.

He helped Steve stand and get to the phone, and then left him to talk to Dustin.

Maybe things would get clearer soon.

- - - - - - - - - -

Things did not get clearer soon, or at all.

The rest of the summer was a blur of Steve getting better, Robin becoming a fixture at the trailer, Dustin inviting himself over to hang out with both of them, and Steve and Robin trying to find a new job.

Apparently, they were trauma bonded or something and couldn’t work separately.

Eddie thought about trying to find a part time job that would work when he was back in school, but Wayne shut it down.

“Just need you to focus on graduating. You’ll have plenty of time to work yourself to the bone when you’re done in school.”

Eddie knew there was no point in arguing, so he didn’t.

But he did get lonely.

Steve and Robin managed to find jobs at Family Video about two weeks into the school year.

Robin could only work closing shifts on Fridays and whatever was available on the weekends, but Steve worked all the time.

All the time.

Eddie focused in school this time. He had to. He couldn’t do this again.

And it was working mostly. He was definitely passing everything, and Hellfire was great with the addition of Dustin and his crew, even though they were certainly an odd bunch.

Dustin knew that he knew, but the rest of them didn’t, and they both preferred it that way.

The less Eddie had to be involved in whatever the hell was happening in this town, the better.

Life moved on, slowly.

Until Eddie broke a promise.

- - - - - - - - -

He was going to graduate.

He made it to the pre-spring break deadline with all passing grades. As long as he didn’t fail any tests, he was walking that stage.

Finally.

It helped that Steve had Nancy meet with him every Monday afternoon to schedule out his assignments for the week and help with anything he didn’t understand.

It helped a lot.

But Wayne was working so much, and Steve was working so much, and Robin really only hung out with him if Steve was around, and he definitely didn’t wanna hang out with the kids outside of Hellfire.

He just needed a purpose.

And if Chrissy Cunningham needed some relief from whatever stress she was facing in the form of the leftover drugs he had in his trailer, then he could find a small purpose there.

He wasn’t even gonna sell them to her; her stress was almost a physical presence when she met up with him in the woods after school. She clearly needed something that she couldn’t find anywhere else.

He recognized the way she held herself, the way she was silently begging for anything to help.

He drove her to the trailer after Hellfire that night, after her cheer practice and extra coaching.

She was quiet, kept looking out the window or behind her like she was worried they were being followed.

“Um, should I be worried about something? Is someone following us?” He finally asked, his own anxiety spiking.

“Huh? No. Sorry, just, it’s late and I usually don’t lie to my mom about where I am,” she said.

Eddie believed her, knew she was a great student, great person, probably a great daughter. The opposite of Eddie in just about every way as far as he could tell, and yet here she was begging for illegal substances.

He wasn’t judging, definitely wouldn’t pretend to know what she had going on that was so bad she needed to get high to feel better.

But he was curious, extremely so.

“Is there anything you wanna talk about? Maybe talking would help a little?”

“I talk to the guidance counselor at school. It doesn’t help. Thanks though. That’s really sweet of you to offer,” Chrissy said, turning to give him a sweet, but fake, smile.

“Yeah, anytime. Seriously, I know we don’t know each other well, but. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret just because you’re stressed.”

They settled into silence, Eddie kind of hoping she would change her mind and he could just drive her home.

He did not have a good feeling about this.

Steve was closing tonight and opening tomorrow, so he was staying at his house for the first time in a while, mostly because it was closer to Family Video, but also because he had to have his own space sometimes.

That’s what Wayne said, anyway.

Wayne was working. Wayne was always working. Doing his best to pay bills, picking up the extra hours as much as he could physically handle so that he had some savings “just in case.”

“Are your parents home?” Chrissy suddenly asked as they pulled into the trailer park.

“Oh. Uh, no. I don’t live with my parents. I live with my uncle. He’s at work though.”

“Oh.”

“I can just run in if you’re not comfortable-“

“No! I-no. I can come in,” she rushed out, already unbuckling her seatbelt before he even put the van in park.

He should have called it.

He should have read her energy, the nervousness in the way she was trying to rush and also take her time and said that he had to take her home.

Maybe he could say he lost the drugs.

Or that they went bad.

She wouldn’t know.

But he didn’t do any of that.

He brought her into the trailer, told her to wait by the couch.

He scurried to his room, sorting through his drawers where he usually kept his personal stash, hoping it was there.

His next best bet was the bathroom under the sink, but he remembered as he was rummaging that Wayne made him clean it all out a few months back to make room for new towels and Steve’s hair things.

The closet in the hall definitely didn’t have anything except everything that didn’t fit in the rest of the house and cobwebs.

“Everything alright?” Chrissy called to him as he went back into his room to think about where it could be.

“Yep! Just checking for something!” He called back. “Shit, shit, shit,” he said under his breath. “What am I doing?”

He heard a yelp from the other room and stood up.

“Chrissy? You okay?”

The trailer was small, and while it wasn’t messy, it was a bit cluttered just because they didn’t have space for everything. People who weren’t familiar with the layout and organization could easily bump into something.

There was no answer.

He ran out of his room, freezing for a moment when he saw the way Chrissy was staring off into space.

She looked like she was already high, but that was impossible. He hadn’t found any of his stash and it takes way longer for any of what he has to kick in.

He also doesn’t think she would have taken anything without checking with him first, she seemed too nervous to take such a serious risk.

“Chrissy?” He asked again, voice wobbling.

She didn’t answer, her eyes glazing over, turning a milky white.

He didn’t understand. Was she prone to seizures? What did it look like when someone had an aneurysm? Shit, was there even anything he could do other than call 911 for that? Then everyone would know she was here, and they’d assume it was for drugs or for him to take advantage of her, and he couldn’t just say he was gay, that would probably be worse.

She started rising off the floor, floating. It looked like someone was pulling her up on an invisible string.

“That’s not an aneurysm,” Eddie said to himself, eyes widening.

Despite his inner voice telling him to just fucking run, he closed the distance between them and started tugging on her legs to get her back down.

But it was impossible, she wasn’t even moving as he used all of his strength to bring her back down.

“This is some bullshit! If there’s any damn Russians or demodogs or what the hell else, now’s your chance I guess!” He was already out of breath trying to pull her down as he yelled.

The front door opened with a bang, and the thought ran through his mind that he was an idiot for asking for something else to happen.

His neighbor and one of Steve’s kids, Max, was suddenly next to him, radio in hand, saying something he couldn’t focus on as she also tried to help him tug Chrissy down.

“How long has she been like this?” Max asked.

“I dunno! In the air for maybe 15 seconds, but before that she was zoned out for maybe a minute. Do you know what’s going on? Please tell me you do, Red.”

“Does Eddie know her favorite song?” Dustin’s voice rang out. “Over.”

“I barely know her at all!”

“Why is she in your house then?” Max said with a brow raised, as if this was somehow more important than the fact that she was floating in the air.

“Take a guess! She needs music!” Dustin said when no one answered him.

Eddie stopped trying to pull her down, knew he wouldn’t be successful, and ran to his room to find something in his stack of tapes that Chrissy Cunningham would like.

And then it hit him.

Steve.

Steve listened to everything.

He probably had something in his stack on the other side of the room.

Eddie didn’t know what Chrissy would like, but made some assumptions and hoped that maybe stereotypes would be right just this one time.

He shoved the first Blondie tape he found in his boombox (which he would definitely be making fun of Steve for when there wasn’t a girl floating in his living room), turning the volume all the way up.

It was much too loud, and the neighbors would absolutely complain, but he just needed it to work. He’d deal with everything else later.

He ran back out of the room and saw Chrissy’s body flinching, her eyes starting to lose the milky whiteness, and he sighed with relief.

“Is it working?” Dustin’s crackling voice came through.

“Yes!” Max answered before turning to Eddie. “Be ready to catch her.”

“What?” He asked before her words caught up to him and he was scrambling to try to break Chrissy’s fall as her body fell from the ceiling.

She was nearly hyperventilating, tears falling from her eyes, and Max was in front of her in a heartbeat, checking her over for injuries.

“How long have you been having them?” Max asked.

“Having what?” Eddie asked, confusion only building further.

“I guess a week or so. But they got really bad yesterday and I couldn’t sleep and now I think I’m just sleep deprived,” she said quietly, voice shaking.

“Mine started yesterday. We’re gonna help you, okay?”

“Would someone like to fill me in on what the fuck just happened?” Eddie felt like he was losing his mind.

They were acting like this wasn’t a big deal, or at least that they could just brush it off.

“Yes, but do you have a walkman she can use for tonight? I only have mine and I need it so I don’t end up floating, too.”

He got his walkman from the bedroom, tuning out the voices of Chrissy and Max whispering to each other.

“You can drive us to Steve’s house, right?”

“Steve’s at work for another hour.”

“Yeah, and he told us all to meet there, so…”

Max stared at him, waving her arm impatiently.

“Okay, sure. Steve’s house. This is a totally normal thing and totally normal outcome to this evening.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

“You’re kidding me.”

Eddie stared in disbelief at the kids surrounding the table, at Robin and Steve who were still in their work uniforms.

They all stared back at him, not exactly calm, but as if this wasn’t the craziest thing that’s happened.

And from what he knew of Hawkins from this group, maybe that was true.

“And you named him Vecna.”

Everyone still just stared back at him, making sure he processed everything.

“You know, I don’t like how calm you all are about this. Two of you are basically possessed and could die whenever this Vecna guy feels like it, and you’re just casually talking about how to burn his body and mind,” he said, his volume rising as he spoke.

“Eds, it’s just. Kind of par for the course at this point for them, and I guess this isn’t really that bad in comparison to the Russians and everything,” Steve said as he came up to him, smiling sadly and touching his arm.

Eddie ignored the sparks shooting between them, ignored it because if he didn’t, he would lean in and kiss Steve in front of all of these people, and they didn’t have time for it.

Especially not with how carried away Eddie knew he wanted to get.

“You guys are super chill about an evil wizard man getting inside your minds and killing you.”

Chrissy and Max were sitting on the couch with headphones over their ears, listening to the songs that saved them.

“So, we have to go to the Creel house?” he finally asked, realizing he was just gonna have to get on board.

“Some of us will have to do it here, while the rest of us do it in the Upside Down version,” Lucas said, sighing. “Splitting up always ends bad for us, but I don’t think we have a choice here.”

“No, but we can split the adults up with the kids so that it’s safer,” Robin suggested.

“Okay, Eddie and me will go down there with Dustin and Max. Chrissy and Lucas will go with you and Nancy here,” Steve said.

“I wanna stay with Max,” Lucas argued.

“I need you to stay with the girls, though,” Steve replied.

“You mean Nancy, who has a better shot that Hopper? And Chrissy, who beat half the basketball team in an arm wrestling competition earlier this year? And…Robin?”

Robin smacked his arm, but nodded.

“He’s right, we don’t really need him. He can keep an eye on Max while the rest of you focus on Vecna down there,” Robin supported him.

“Fine, but that means he’s our communicator. He has to be the middle man between the groups in an emergency,” Steve added.

They all agreed, and Eddie watched as they all started preparing.

The kids were professionals at this point, and Steve and Robin hadn’t had quite the same preparation, but enough to know what was waiting for them.

Eddie and Chrissy were new to this, new to this whole other world that caused more mayhem than Hawkins, Indiana deserved.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

It wasn’t the best plan, but it was their best shot, and that had to be enough.

It started fine; Steve and Eddie leading Dustin, Max, and Lucas into the Upside Down.

It even seemed to go okay when they got to the Creel house.

Nothing major happened, and they were able to find a way to communicate with the crew on the other side.

But as anyone who has ever tried to plan something knows, plans go to shit quick.

Vecna’s physical body being in regular old Hawkins was supposed to make things easier, but they forgot to take into account the fact that he was in Max’s mind, he was in Chrissy’s mind.

They thought he could only see where they were and what they were doing during possessions, but that was clearly wrong.

He knew they were coming.

He prepared everywhere.

And they couldn’t fight preparation like that.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

It was a blur of just trying to survive.

Vecna sent demobats after the crew in the Upside Down, huge creatures that were all easily the size of Dustin or bigger, all hungry.

They had to run from the Creel house, most of the roof destroyed as the crew in Hawkins continued their attempts at destroying Vecna in any way they could.

Outrunning the bats wasn’t going to work, they all knew it.

But they didn’t have many options down here.

Steve led them into the forest down the road, managed to find a large area of fallen trees that made a sad excuse of a cave.

It was enough, though, for now.

Enough to keep the bats away and to keep themselves out of view from any other creatures that may be lurking around.

“This isn’t going well,” Eddie said, breathless from the run. He was a bit out of shape, and even short distances were hard, as his gym teacher could attest to.

“Could be going better,” Lucas nodded, not quite as out of breath, but definitely sweating from the effort it took to run half a mile, half supporting Max.

Max, who had started to be possessed again while in the house, was still shaken up, nursing a broken arm and blurry vision.

Dustin was mumbling to himself, and to Steve, but Steve was just watching outside their makeshift shelter, probably making sure nothing followed them too closely.

He was sweaty, dirty from falling on his way into the shelter, and had scratches covering most of his arms and neck from where he’d had to pull Max out of the attic in the Creel house as it started to collapse.

“We have to get back,” he finally said, looking back at Eddie with wide eyes.

No one else would see it, but Eddie did. He saw the fear in his eyes, the trembling of his hands as they settled on his own knees, trying to gain the courage he needed to be a leader for them.

Eddie loved him.

And suddenly he didn’t know why he waited years to tell him.

He didn’t know why he was so worried about his reaction, or why he thought Steve would treat him differently.

Because even if Steve didn’t feel the same, even if he didn’t love Eddie the way Eddie had loved him for years, he would never treat Eddie as anything less than his best friend.

And now, with the fear of something else going wrong in the back of his mind, he felt like he needed to tell him.

He needed to tell him right now, regardless of who else was around.

“Steve, I-“

A screeching sound filled their ears, filled the shelter, the woods around them.

It was loud enough for all of them to immediately cover their ears, looking at each other in a panic.

“What the hell was that?” Dustin asked.

“You’d know better than any of the rest of us, dude,” Steve answered.

Then there was silence.

Eerie silence.

They could count each others’ heartbeats in this silence.

Eddie felt the unease grow.

It went from chaos to silence too quickly; something had to be wrong.

Even more wrong than what it had been before.

“I’m going to check.”

“What?” Eddie grabbed Steve’s arm before he could go. “You can’t go alone, Stevie. Let’s wait another minute first. It could be a trap.”

“We have to get out of here, Eds. I’m just gonna peek first, then do a walk around.”

Eddie knew the kids were about to argue, but he also knew that Steve’s top priority right now was keeping them all safe, and sitting here waiting for something to happen was just going to increase their chances of someone ending up hurt or worse.

He knew no matter what they said, Steve was going to do what it took to protect them.

He’d lost his bat somewhere during Max’s rescue, and they didn’t have time to try to find it, so he was weaponless.

Eddie tried to hand over what was left of his shield, hoped it would be enough to at least be a comfort to all of them, but he refused it.

Steve looked out of the shelter, slowly, carefully.

He gave them a thumbs up before slowly stepping out, being careful not to slip on the dead leaves that were covering the ground of the entrance.

His footsteps were light as he walked away.

A minute felt like an hour.

Two minutes felt like a lifetime.

“He’s taking a long time,” Lucas whispered, scared to break the silence.

“I’m gonna go check,” Eddie said, sick of waiting.

“Wait! You can’t leave us. We should just all go,” Dustin said as he slowly moved closer to the entrance.

“Steve would kill me if I let you all come with me before checking on him.”

“And what if something got to him and it gets you too? Then what?”

“Then we’re all dead anyway.”

That was a harrowing thought, but a true one.

If something managed to get Steve without making a sound, it could easily get all of them, one at a time, or maybe even in a group if it was big enough.

“Alright, fine,” Eddie touched Max’s shoulder. “Dustin behind me, Max behind him, Lucas behind her. We get out, then we form more of a circle around Max since she’s injured. Steve couldn’t have gone too far, shouldn’t have, so it won’t take long to get to him and then get the hell out of here.”

“What if something comes?”

“Then we skip everything except the running the hell out of here part.”

Max snorted, and Eddie couldn’t help smiling a bit.

Any light in this shitstorm was welcome at this point.

Just as Eddie stepped out, he heard another terrible screech, not as loud as the one before, but closer.

He looked at the kids, looked out the door, and ran.

The kids were following, their plan gone to shit. Again.

As much as Eddie wanted to yell for Steve, he knew it would just draw attention to them and he had to keep the kids safe.

They had to get home.

He looked around; They weren’t far from the gate.

He could send the kids through, could try to find Steve while they got more help, more weapons.

Maybe some fucking water so he could rinse his mouth out from the dust in the air.

And then he saw it.

He didn’t think, he just ran, distance and exhaustion barely a problem.

Steve’s legs stuck out from behind a tree, pants visibly torn, even from a distance, even in the dark.

He hoped the kids were watching out for themselves, because all he could think right now was Steve, Steve, Steve.

Steve had definitely been attacked by one of the creatures, though it was hard to tell what, so much blood hiding where the true injuries were, hiding what they were.

His eyes were closed, his chest barely rising and falling.

“Steve. God, Stevie, please,” Eddie knelt by his side, touching his cheek and then doing a quick inventory of what he could see of his injuries.

His clothes were torn almost entirely, and he was actively bleeding from multiple spots on his chest and stomach, and definitely at least one leg had an open wound.

It didn’t look good, and if he’d already been bleeding like this for more than a minute, he could have already lost too much blood.

“Eddie!” Dustin called from only a few feet away.

God, he couldn’t see Steve like this. None of them could.

“Go through the gate! Get Nancy or Robin quick!”

He hoped his voice held together enough to get the point across without giving away how scared he was.

“But-“

“Dustin, not now! Go!”

That time even he could hear his fear.

He heard the kids talking to themselves as they walked just a bit further into the woods where the gate was.

“Stevie, sweetheart, hey. Can you open those beautiful eyes for me?” Eddie didn’t know what he was saying, didn’t think he could control a single word at this point as he tried to get Steve to open his eyes.

He was pulling off his shirt, ripping it in half to try to create a tourniquet to stop the bleeding on his leg, use the other one to apply pressure to the worst wound on his stomach.

Eddie didn’t know much first aid; He could patch up a cut, knew to put ice on injuries that might swell, knew how to pull a splinter out.

But he knew enough to know that if he didn’t stop the bleeding, Steve would die right here in this shittier version of Hawkins.

He started singing as he worked, though he couldn’t tell you what. His only active thoughts were figuring out how to get Steve out of there.

When he looked up at Steve’s face, his eyes were open.

They were glassy, unfocused, but open.

“Stevie! Hey!” Eddie leaned in closer, tried to get him to focus on his face.

“Mm.”

“Hey, whatcha lookin’ at?” Eddie was worried he hit his head, maybe got a concussion on top of everything else.

“You. Always lookin’ atcha,” Steve mumbled, barely audible.

“Sweetheart, what got you? Did you see?”

“Like that.”

“What?”

“Swee’hear’.”

Steve’s eyes were blinking slowly, his lids drooping more with each blink.

He was going to pass out again.

“You gotta keep those eyes open, then, sweetheart. Just a bit longer, okay? Robin’s comin’ for us. And we’re gonna get you to the hospital so they can get you stitched up,” he kept talking, hoping that it would keep Steve focused on something, keep him awake.

“Need a…nap.”

“No, no, Stevie, not yet! Just a bit longer, okay? Just stay awake for me,” Eddie begged as he put pressure on two different wounds, one with his bare hand, just hoping to keep things contained long enough to get real help.

“Dunno if…I c’n do…that.”

His breaths were getting more ragged, more wet.

That meant he was bleeding inside. Too much.

Eddie ignored the tears falling from his own eyes, tried to listen for any voices coming through the gate or any monsters who could smell the blood.

All was quiet.

Eddie had always hated the quiet.

He felt Steve’s hand on his own covering the wound on his chest, and Eddie let out a sob.

“Love you…got me?” Steve got out, his hand briefly squeezing Eddie’s, like he was using every ounce of energy he had to do it.

Eddie leaned his head down, rested his forehead against Steve’s.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. So much. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner how fucking in love with you I am. It’s been you since the beginning, it’s you now, it’s you forever, and that means this isn’t it right? You’re gonna make it out of here and then I’m gonna tell you I love you every single day for the rest of our lives,” Eddie cried.

He hoped if a monster came for them, it would end everything quickly.

“Eddie! Steve!”

Nancy.

“Over here!” Eddie called back, watching as Steve’s eyes closed, as his small, pained smile started to fade.

He was so pale, even in the darkness surrounding them, Eddie could see his usual flush and glow was gone.

Nancy dropped to her knees next to him, her voice sounding distant as he realized that Steve wouldn’t survive this.

No one could.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Hospitals were the bane of his existence.

Not just because someone he loved was in it, toeing the line between alive and dead.

It just reeked of pain, physical and emotional, the halls haunted with a misery that no joy could ever truly wash away.

The kids were all huddled up on the two couches in the corner with Robin, Chrissy, and Nancy, unable to sleep, but lacking the energy to pace like Eddie was.

He wouldn’t rest until he knew that Steve was okay.

He felt hands on his shoulders, stopping him in his tracks.

“C’mere, kid.”

Wayne’s voice was like a shock to the system, but he felt some of the tension he’d been holding for 12 hours now leave his body.

He turned and collapsed against Wayne, a loud sob leaving his throat.

He could feel eyes on him, but he didn’t care.

Wayne would keep him safe, keep the others from asking questions or trying to comfort him before he was ready.

Wayne managed to get them in the chairs closest to where they were standing, letting Eddie hide his face against his shoulder and rubbing his arm and back as he let out his emotions.

Nurses and doctors came and went, patients and families came and went, but their group stayed.

Everyone loved Steve too much to leave.

But the kids did eventually have to leave, their parents showing up one by one to pick them up, faces frowning with concern, but not asking questions.

They all stopped to give Eddie a hug on the way out, asked him to keep them updated when he heard news.

He nodded, but he knew that Wayne would probably be the one giving updates, especially if it-

No. Nope. He wasn’t thinking of things going wrong.

Steve would be fine.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Another four hours passed before a doctor walked out into the waiting room calling for Wayne Munson.

Eddie shot up, running to the doctor, who looked exhausted, beaten down.

Wayne was right behind him, hand already settling on his arm to keep him from being a little too much for the doctor.

“You’re Steve Harrington’s medical proxy?”

“I am. Is he okay?”

“He’s alive. He lost a lot of blood so we had to give him two transfusions during surgery, and he’s receiving another one now in recovery. He’ll be moved to a room when that’s done and you can see him, but I have to warn you, he’s most likely going to be unconscious for a couple days as his body recovers. He’s lucky to be alive. I don’t know what attacked him, but whatever it was did a lot of permanent damage. He has extensive scarring on his torso and leg, and from a scan of his brain, we can tell he had some fluid buildup that could be due to head trauma. Do you know if he hit his head?”

“He’s had a history of concussions, so any bump could have done somethin’,” Wayne told him.

“We’ll keep an eye on it. If you guys wanna have a seat, a nurse will get you when he’s settled in his room.”

But Eddie couldn’t possibly settle anywhere now, not now that he knew Steve was alive, that he’d be okay even if he was covered in scars.

“You heard the man,” Wayne said as he sat back down in the chair he was in before.

“Can’t.”

“Ed-“

“Nope. Just can’t. Not yet.”

Wayne sighed, but didn’t argue further, knew better than to try when Eddie was set on something.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Like clockwork, a nurse came out to get them an hour later.

Wayne had called Robin, then Dustin, told them what he knew and to have them spread the word. He told them not to come by for a bit since Steve would be asleep, but Eddie knew it was because he wanted Eddie to have a little privacy first.

The nurse walked them down the long hall behind the doors, took a left turn, and continued down another hall for a minute before stopping outside of a door.

It was quiet in this hall, only the occasional beeps coming from rooms and a nurse silently passing by, heading towards the nurse’s station.

“You’re welcome to stay the night tonight since it’s late, but only one person can usually stay after visiting hours. There’s a cot in the room for you. He’s pretty heavily sedated so he won’t wake up anytime soon, but if for some reason he does, please let us know. I’m Faye, and the RN on duty is Caroline. We just ask you limit movement in the halls at night so other patients aren’t bothered.”

They both nodded, just wanting to get in the room and see Steve.

She opened the door for them, holding it while they walked in, and closing it behind them.

Eddie didn’t look at first, just walked to the bed with his face bent to the floor, unable to face Steve.

But Wayne was suddenly there, holding Steve’s hand, and Eddie had to look up, had to see for himself that it was his Stevie.

It was a version of Steve that Eddie loved more than the last, felt pangs in his chest at the sight of the heavily bandaged and bruised man in front of him.

He was beautiful, always beautiful.

Even like this.

“You take the cot, Ed. I won’t sleep for a while anyway,” Wayne offered quietly.

“I…” Eddie looked at the cot set up across the room, then back at Steve. “I need to be here.”

“You need sleep, son. Steve would want you to rest, too.”

Wayne was right, of course he was. But he couldn’t be that far from Steve right now.

Anything farther than touching distance was too far.

“I’ll sleep in the chair. I promise. I just need to hold his hand,” Eddie whispered.

Wayne seemed to think about it for a moment before finally sighing and nodding.

“Fine, but if you end up with back main, that’s your problem.:

Wayne leaned down to kiss an unbandaged part of Steve’s head and then made his way over to the cot, slipping his boots and jacket off before settling into it.

Eddie sat down in the chair by the hospital bed, gently holding Steve’s hand in his, making sure nothing could possibly hurt or pull on any of the wires hanging off of him.

He let his head rest on the bed next to their joined hands, his eyes closing as he watched Steve’s slow, steady breathing.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

A thumb was tracing the back of his hand.

He smiled as he tried to sink further into the dream.

“He’s a sleepyhead.”

Eddie’s eyes shot open at the sound of Steve’s voice.

It was raspy, softer than usual, and slightly pained, but it was Steve.

“Stevie?”

“Mhm. Hey, Eds.”

Steve was awake, alive, here.

Eddie lifted his head and looked him over, noticing more of the bandages going across his chest.

“You almost died sweetheart.”

Steve blushed.

He blushed. He could do that again.

“I know.”

“You-“

“I didn’t.”

“But-“

“Eds.” Steve’s eyes bore into his own. “I didn’t.”

“Right. You didn’t,” Eddie said, looking at him in awe.

“And I’m sweetheart now, so that’s worth it.”

Now it was Eddie’s turn to blush, suddenly turning to see if Wayne was watching.

“Wayne ran home to grab some stuff for both of you and me.”

“You reading my mind?” Eddie laughed.

“No, unfortunately, all I got from the bats was some cool scars. No psychic mind powers. Hoping you might just answer a question though.”

“What’s that?”

“Did you mean it?”

Eddie’s heart dropped to his stomach, his stomach dropped to the floor.

“Mean what?”

“Eddie,” Steve rolled his eyes. “You said you loved me. Do you?”

“How do you remember that?”

“Been waiting for that for years. Hard to forget.”

“Years?” Eddie suddenly felt like an idiot, as he should.

He waited years to say what Steve waited years to hear. They wasted years.

“Years.”

“Don’t have to wait any more. If you don’t want to, I mean.”

Steve looked at him through glassy eyes, the pain medication still cycling through him.

But Eddie knew he was coherent, knew he was saying exactly what he meant.

“I love you, Eddie. Don’t wanna wait another minute, mkay?”

Eddie bit back tears, let himself feel Steve’s love.

It was warm, circled around him, settled in his chest next to the love he had for Steve.

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

“Wanna kiss you,” Steve whined, though it was halfhearted, his eyes closed as he was getting closer to falling back asleep.

“When you wake up again, I’m gonna kiss you so hard, it’ll send you into a coma,” Eddie laughed, mostly to himself.

“Mhm, soun’s good.”

Steve’s eyes were closed, his mouth falling open as he fell asleep.

Eddie watched, knew the look on his face was ridiculous, lovestruck.

That’s how Wayne found them, and even though he could have poked fun, he didn’t.

He’d watched them be idiots for years, he could hold back on the teasing for a little bit longer.

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(Nick)name: Niyae

Pronouns: she/her

personality: first thing first I'm Sagittarius I'm pretty sure agoraphobia I love dark clothes and I don't like sugar-coding things a dark, sarcastic personality I don't mind Yandere's behavior I'm a very blunt about the thing I desire (my likes): I like creepy things like spides witch-craft black dress dark jokes like spicy food and the winter and dogs and guinea pig (my dislike): I hate crybaby people who just act dumb people who they think they better than people and rude people

(this is from the last time i asked for a match up but you request was closed)

I'm going to try my best so please be patient with me!

-Looking over your profile I think you would be comfortable with someone who doesn't do crowds or crowded places and prefers quiet and familiar places.

-And someone who would adore your fashion choices (I love creepy jewelry <3) and would definitely match outfits and accessories with you.

-You also sound like a mature person but also someone who has a kind heart, even if you don't show it often to others and I think you would be the type of person to throw hands with someone else if they were to insult someone you care about.

-I personally think you would be a good fit for: Beelzebub!

-He would adore your vibe as I feel like you're both so similar and he would relax around someone like you.

-Quiet dates at cafes and bookstores, he would definitely pay for everything.

-He may not be the most affectionate person, at least in public, but in private he would be more open. The most you will get out of him in public is holding your hand.

-Will definitely sit and laugh with you at ignorant people, especially those who act like they're too big for their britches and get put in their place.

-He would definitely gift you spider and web themed jewelry and tell you that you are the spider to his fly, and he wants to remain in your web for all eternity.

I hope you like this and if anyone has pointers it would be appreciated as I would like to do more of these for other people once requests are open again!