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buckets-and-trees · 5 months ago

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Now That I Saw You

Characters/Pairings: lawyer!Bucky x curvy!female assistant reader Word Count: 4k Summary: Finally home from the work trip to Norway where things changed with your boss, you are uncertain about what the future means exactly, but eager to see him again. Sequel to What You Want.

Content Warnings: modern AU, slight power dynamic, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, body reverence/worship, use of "plum" as a term of endearment, sex in a semi-public place

Logistical Notes: My August entry for @buckybarnesevents Build-a-Bucky-Bingo using the BODY WORSHIP prompt and week 3 of Hot Bucky Summer hitting up that SOMEONE ELSE'S HOUSE prompt.

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Normal breathing, you thought to yourself as the driver pulled up the drive of the massive estate of Alexander Pierce, one of the senior partners of the law firm where you worked. This was your first time attending the firm’s New Year’s Eve party since you’d only begun working for Bucky in the early spring, and although you were only Bucky’s assistant, you had heard enough directly and indirectly to know that making an appearance here mattered. Bucky had insisted that you didn’t need to feel obligated to come – especially since he’d kept you away from your family over Christmas when the weather had made it impossible to fly home from the business trip to Norway. He had even insisted on paying for flights for you to go straight home instead of making the long drive to your hometown.

What he didn’t know was that you had called and changed your return flight from January 2 to December 31.

Bucky was close to making partner, and you wanted to show that you were one of the small but dedicated team he had in his office that took their work supporting Bucky seriously.

And while being home for some delayed holiday time with your family had been nice, the longer you were there, the more you were itching to get back to New York and figure out what life was going to look like with your boss post-Norway.

Five days of normal business followed by the three “stranded” days of Nordic adventures, shopping, sightseeing, dining, spoiling, and so much sex. So much sex.

With Bucky.

Your boss.

A valet stepped up to open your door as the Uber driver stopped in the circular receiving area of the driveway at the front of the mansion. As you stepped out and began walking up the steps, you were glad you went with the modest heels rather than the strappy high heels your best friend had tried to coax you to pick when you FaceTimed her while getting ready. Since you were nervous about enough other things, you didn’t need to worry about your shoes tonight.

Things like the bolder shade of lipstick you’d put on, or the sexiest dress you’d ever worn, or simply the fact that you didn’t know where everything that happened in Norway left you with Bucky Barnes.

Minor things to trifle over, really.

You gave your name to an attendant at the front. They scanned the list, smiled, welcomed you to the festivities, and gestured toward the staff taking care of a coat check just inside, off to the right of the grand foyer.

As you approached the coat check, you couldn't help but marvel at the opulence surrounding you. The foyer was a masterpiece of marble and gold, with a grand staircase sweeping upwards and crystal chandeliers twinkling overhead. You were enveloped by a pleasantly thick scent of gardenias and champagne, mingling with the soft murmur of conversation and tinkling laughter from the rooms beyond.

You slipped off your coat, revealing the dress you'd agonized over for hours. It was a deep emerald green, hugging your curves before falling in a silky waterfall to your ankles. The neckline dipped low, and the back was even lower, leaving you feeling both sophisticated and slightly exposed.

The attendant handed you a small golden ticket in exchange for your coat, and you tucked it carefully into your clutch. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the evening ahead. The butterflies in your stomach were performing an intricate ballet, a mix of excitement and nerves that left you feeling slightly lightheaded.

As you turned to face the grand ballroom, you were immediately enveloped by the soft glow of candlelight and the gentle tinkling of champagne glasses. The room was a vision of elegance, with towering floral arrangements adorning every table and shimmering gold accents catching the light. The air was filled with the gentle hum of conversation and laughter, the tinkling of champagne flutes, and the soft strains of a live orchestra.

You took a tentative step forward, your eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar face. The sea of designer gowns and tailored suits was intimidating, and you found yourself second-guessing your decision to attend. Just as you were considering a hasty retreat, a warm, familiar voice called your name.

"Hey there, stranger! I was hoping you'd make it tonight."

You turned to see Steve Rogers, Bucky's best friend and fellow lawyer at the firm. He approached, moving with a swift grace as he always did, his broad shoulders filling out an impeccably tailored navy suit, a glass of champagne in each hand. He’d be intimidating if you hadn’t forged a wonderfully warm friendship over the past months working in the office. You admired how much he wanted to take care of those around him, unafraid to speak up whenever needed, and equally ready to make someone smile.

Even now, the tension in your shoulders eased at the sight of him and his bright smile.

“Bucky will be happy to see you!”

You ducked your head a moment, taking a sip of the champagne he offered. “He will?”

“I don’t think he could tie his shoes anymore without you,” Steve exaggerated, but the compliment warmed your insides anyway.

Steve offered you his arm and then led you further into the party.

Your senses were overwhelmed by the sheer grandeur of the event. Everywhere you looked, your eyes drank in more exquisite details infusing the atmosphere. You passed by a magnificent ice sculpture of the firm's logo, its edges glinting in the candlelight. You passed by tables laden with delicacies from around the world - tiny caviar-topped blinis, glistening oysters nestled in beds of ice, and delicate pastries that looked almost too beautiful to eat. Waiters in crisp white jackets glided effortlessly through the crowd, their trays balanced with flutes of golden champagne and jewel-toned cocktails.

You couldn't help but feel a bit like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole. Each new sight was more wondrous than the last. To your left, a living statue covered in shimmering gold paint posed gracefully atop a pedestal, her movements so subtle you had to blink to be sure she was real. To your right, an aerialist in a glittering silver bodysuit performed breathtaking feats on silks suspended from the vaulted ceiling, twirling and spinning in mesmerizing patterns.

Near them, a group of women in shimmering gowns laughed melodiously, their jewelry catching the light with every gesture. You nodded politely at a few familiar faces from the office, but your attention was divided, always seeking. You noticed Alexander Pierce himself holding court near a grand fireplace, his silver hair gleaming as he regaled a captive audience with what was surely a riveting anecdote.

As you and Steve wove through the crowd, your eyes continued to roam, searching for one face in particular. The anticipation built with each passing moment, your heart quickening its pace. You nodded politely at a few familiar faces from the office, but your attention was divided, always seeking.

Then, as if drawn by an invisible thread, your gaze was pulled across the room to finally land on Bucky Barnes, looking devastatingly handsome in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. His dark hair was newly trimmed since you last saw him, sleek in a way that made your fingers itch to rake through it and over his scalp. He was engaged in conversation with a small group, his head thrown back in laughter at something someone had said.

Suddenly, Bucky's attention shifted to you, his eyes locking onto yours across the bustling room. The laughter died on his lips, replaced with a bit of wonder and an impossibly charming grin. Immediately heat was pooling in your stomach, nerves somewhat calmed, but a different itch pitching inside you.

The world seemed to slow down as Bucky excused himself from his group and began making his way towards you. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him approach, his eyes never leaving yours. The crowded room seemed to part for him, or perhaps it was just your imagination playing tricks on you.

As he drew closer, you could see the slight widening of his eyes as he took in your appearance. His gaze traveled slowly from your face down to your toes and back up again, lingering on the curves accentuated by your dress. When his eyes met yours again, they were dark with an intensity that made your skin tingle and memories of your time in Norway together flash vividly through your mind.

"You're here," Bucky said softly as he reached you, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "I thought you were still with your family."

You smiled, trying to keep your voice steady. "I wanted to surprise you. I hope that's okay?"

"More than okay," he murmured, his eyes still roaming over you appreciatively. "You look absolutely stunning."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his compliment. "Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself," you replied, taking in his impeccably tailored tuxedo.

Steve cleared his throat beside you, reminding you both of his presence. "I'll leave you two to catch up," he said with a knowing smile, giving Bucky a pat on the shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.

Suddenly alone with Bucky, you felt the air between you crackle with tension. The noise of the party faded into the background as you stood there, lost in each other's gaze.

"Can I get you a drink?" Bucky asked, gesturing towards the bar.

You lifted your half-empty champagne flute. "I could use a refill," you said with a smile.

Bucky's hand found the small of your back as he guided you towards the bar, the possessive heat of his touch sending flames radiating across your skin. You were acutely aware of every point of contact between you, rejoicing and regretting over choosing the dangerously low and exposed back that allowed him skin to skin access in this moment.

As you waited for your drinks, Bucky leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. "I can't believe you're here," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Since Norway, you’ve been on my mind constantly.

Your heart raced at his words, memories of passionate nights, morning, afternoons, and so many stolen kisses streaming through your mind. "I couldn't stay away," you admitted softly. "I needed to see you."

Bucky's eyes darkened with desire, his gaze dropping to your lips. For a moment, you thought Bucky might kiss you right there, in full view of everyone. But he seemed to catch himself, remembering where you were. Instead, he reached past you to collect your drinks from the bartender - a flute of golden champagne for you and a tumbler of amber whiskey for himself.

"Come with me," he murmured, his voice husky and filled with promise. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining as he led you away from the crowded ballroom.

Your heart raced as you followed him down a dimly lit corridor, the sounds of the party fading behind you. Moonlight streamed through tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. His fingers tightened around yours as he glanced back, a roguish glint in his eyes.

At the end of the hall, he paused before an ornate wooden door. With a quick look around, he turned the handle and drew you inside. You found yourself in a luxurious study, shelves of leather-bound books lining the walls and a grand desk dominating the center of the room.

Bucky took your glass and his and set them on the desk. Then his strong arms encircled your waist and drew you to him. "We shouldn't be in here," you whispered, even as excitement coursed through your veins.

"Shh," he replied, pulling you closer. His lips found yours in a searing kiss that made your knees weak. You melted against him, hands roaming over the broad planes of his shoulders.

As Bucky's lips moved against yours, all thoughts of propriety and caution melted away. Your hands slid down his chest, fingers curling into the lapels of his tuxedo jacket as you pulled him closer. The kiss deepened, pent-up longing and desire pouring out between you.

Bucky's hands roamed your back, tracing the exposed skin left bare by your daring dress. And the way he touched you? Reverently worshipping the curves and plump flesh you were usually so insecure about? This was why you dared to show more than you typically did. He made you believe you were gorgeous. His touch ignited sparks along your spine, each caress stoking the fire building within you. You gasped as he nipped at your lower lip, using the opportunity to sweep his tongue into your mouth.

The taste of whiskey on his lips mingled with the lingering champagne on yours, creating an intoxicating blend that left you dizzy with want. You pressed yourself closer, desperate to eliminate any space between your bodies. He slipped a finger beneath the strap on your shoulder and pushed it down, tugging until he freed one of your breasts. He hummed as he began to palm it with his large hand, and you arched into his touch.

Suddenly, Bucky broke the kiss, and spun you around. You gasped and brought both hands out to steady yourself on the edge of the desk.

Bucky's lips traced a burning path down the curve of your neck, pausing to nip gently at the sensitive spot where it met your shoulder. You shivered as his warm breath ghosted across your skin, goosebumps rising in its wake. His kisses continued their southward journey, open-mouthed heat following the elegant line of your spine.

Each press of his lips felt like a spark igniting your nerve endings. The cool air of the study contrasted sharply with the heat of his mouth, creating a delicious tension that had you trembling. As he moved lower, his hands skimmed down your sides, fingers tracing the curves of your waist and hips with reverent appreciation.

As Bucky sank to his knees behind you, his hands slid down to your hips, his breath now teasing the small of your back. The anticipation built, your heart racing as you felt him gather the silky fabric of your dress in his hands, lifting it inch by tantalizing inch. The whisper of the material against your skin was electric, heightening every sensation. When he reached your hips, he paused, his fingers tracing the lace edge of your panties.

"You're exquisite," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Slowly, reverently, he began to peel your panties down. The delicate lace clung to your curves before giving way, sliding down your thighs.

You shivered as the cool air hit your exposed skin, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through you. Bucky's hands caressed your thighs, urging them apart, his touch both soothing and electrifying. You could feel his hot breath against your most intimate areas, causing a fresh wave of arousal to wash over you.

"God, I've missed you," Bucky groaned, his voice husky with desire. "Missed tasting you."

Without further preamble, he leaned in and ran his tongue along your slit, eliciting a gasp from you. Your fingers gripped the edge of the desk tighter as he began to explore you with his mouth, his skilled tongue alternating between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan, acutely aware of the party continuing just down the hall. One of his hands snaked around to caress your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations had you panting, struggling to keep quiet as waves of pleasure washed over you. The thought of being caught only added to the intensity of sensations swirling through your body.

Bucky's tongue worked magic between your thighs, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on your most sensitive spots. Your legs trembled as the pleasure built, threatening to overwhelm you. You bit down on your lip, desperately trying to muffle the moans that threatened to escape.

"Let me hear you, plum," Bucky murmured against your heated flesh. "I want to know how good I'm making you feel."

His words sent a shiver through you, and you allowed a soft whimper to escape.

Encouraged, Bucky redoubled his efforts, his tongue circling your clit with increasing pressure. One of his hands slid up your inner thigh, and you gasped as he slowly pushed two fingers inside you.

The dual sensations of his tongue on your clit and his fingers curling inside you had you seeing stars. Your hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against his face as you chased your release. The coil of tension in your core wound tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.

Just as you were about to tumble over the precipice, the sound of approaching voices in the hallway made you freeze. Panic mingled with arousal as you realized how exposed you were, bent over the desk of what had to be Alexander Pierce’s private study.

But Bucky was undeterred, and you bit your lip to stifle your moans, acutely aware that you were in a semi-public space. The thought of getting caught only added to the thrill, your arousal only surging more, lapped up by his wicked tongue. He worshipped at the altar of your sex with so much devotion, you weren’t quite ready to think about the implications of yet.

Bucky's fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your toes curl. His tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The voices in the hallway grew closer, and your heart pounded with a mixture of fear and exhilaration.

"Bucky," you whispered urgently, your voice trembling. "Someone's coming."

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. "Then you better come first," he murmured, his voice muffled but determined.

The voices in the hallway grew louder, and you could make out snippets of conversation about quarterly reports and market projections. Your heart raced, torn between the need for release and the fear of discovery.

Bucky, however, seemed to relish the added excitement. His ministrations became more intense, his tongue flicking rapidly against your sensitive bud while his fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust. The combination of pleasure and danger pushed you closer to the edge.

"Come for me," Bucky whispered against your heated flesh, his breath sending shivers through your body. "Let go, plum. I've got you."

His words were your undoing. The tension that had been building inside you finally snapped, and you came with a silent scream, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over you. Bucky's mouth and fingers worked you through your orgasm. Your legs trembled as the aftershocks of your orgasm rippled through you. Bucky's touch gentled, his fingers slipping out of you as he pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs. The voices in the hallway faded, moving past the study door without pause.

With shaky hands, you pushed yourself up from the desk, your breath still coming in quick passes. Bucky helped drop the fabric of your dress back down to the floor and rose to his feet behind you. He turned you back around to face him and brought you back into his arms. You could feel the hard line of his arousal pressing against you, but he seemed unconcerned over seeking his own relief.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing your forehead. "So beautiful when you come undone for me."

He dipped down and pressed a kiss to the swell of your still exposed breast before then bringing your dress back up and over your shoulder, setting it completely right again.

Your hands slid up to loop around his neck. His eyes were dark with desire, his lips slightly swollen from his ministrations.

"That was…" you trailed off, unable to find the right words.

"Amazing," Bucky finished for you. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal through you.

But before either of you could be tempted into anything else, the voices in the hall returned.

"I'm telling you, Alexander, the Ultron account is a goldmine waiting to happen," a booming voice declared footsteps drew closer.

Bucky quickly reached for the drinks on the desk, pressing your champagne flute into your fingers. The he dipped to the floor, snatched up your panties, and pocketed them. You bit your lip, and he smirked at you.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, Wilson, but I'm not convinced the risk is worth the potential reward," came Alexander Pierce's measured reply as the door opened.

"Barnes! There you are," Alexander Pierce's voice boomed as he entered the study, followed by two other senior partners. "We've been looking for you."

Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure everyone could hear it.

Bucky turned, his body language relaxed and confident despite almost being caught in a compromising position.

"Mr. Pierce," Bucky greeted smoothly, his voice betraying none of the tension you felt. "I was just showing my assistant the impressive library you have here. We both share a passion for rare first editions."

You nodded. "It's truly remarkable," you managed, proud of how steady your voice sounded.

Pierce's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked between you and Bucky, but his expression remained neutral. "Indeed it is," he said, moving towards one of the bookshelves. His hand swept over one of the shelves. "I'm particularly fond of this Hemingway collection. However, I’m afraid I can’t entertain you with its history and how I had to hunt them down presently. I’m actually glad we found you, Barnes. We have some urgent matters to discuss regarding the Stark Industries merger. I’d like to bring you in on it, if you’re game."

"Of course, sir,” Bucky nodded, his professional mask slipping for only the briefest of moments, but you saw the excitement there for the opportunity presented.

"Excellent," Pierce said, clapping his hands together. "Gentlemen, have a seat." He turned to you, his smile polite but dismissive. "Thank you for your interest in the collection, and, please, enjoy the rest of the party."

You nodded, understanding the clear directive. "Of course, Mr. Pierce. Thank you for your hospitality."

As you moved to leave, Bucky caught your eye. His gaze was intense, filled with unspoken promises. "I'll find you," he mouthed silently, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you slipped out of the study, leaving Bucky to his impromptu meeting. Your mind was reeling from the events of the last few minutes - the passionate encounter with Bucky, the near-miss of being caught. Mostly, though, you were happy you had come after all and were eager to spend the rest of the evening with Bucky. At a party like this where business and pleasure stood side by side, you knew the host couldn’t be gone in his study for long, and then Bucky would return to your side, and you’d be able to ring in the New Year just right.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 2 months ago

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The Laws of Attraction (Lawyer!Higurnami x Law Student!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Black!Fem!Reader x Hiromi Higuruma

Synopsis: You are a law school senior and intern juggling schoolwork and your job who attends your firm’s anniversary party one night. While there, Higuruma Hiromi and Nanami Kento, your bosses and the two sexy attorneys you’re secretly attracted to, help you celebrate your final grades and receiving a brand new position at their firm….just not in the way that they should. But who cares about what’s right or wrong when it feels so good?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Black-coded!Fem!Reader; Lawyers!Nanami x Higuruma; Law Student/Intern!Reader; Eye-Fucking; Secret Crush; Mutual Pining; Threesome; Coworkers to Lovers; Mild Power Play; Lowkey Flirting; Office Sex; CMNF; Dual Cunnilingus; Deepthroating; Doggystyle Over Desk; Spitroast; Facefucking; Dom/sub Undertones; Throatpie; Cum On Ass; Sneaky Sex; Aftercare

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

Writer’s Note: I’ve had this idea rolling around in my head for DAYS now. I’m so happy I’m finally able to share it after finally writing it. I hope y’all enjoy! KISSES!! 💋💋 -Jazz

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You know that a second glass of champagne probably isn’t logical or practical.

But if you have to listen to your fellow intern and total preppy asshole drone on about his vacation stories, you’ll definitely blow your brains out.

You stand in a small circle with the other interns that started with you last year for the internship program. The firm has one that stretches all year long, starting in the spring and ending in the winter. You’ve known these people for months now and while you like some, there are others than you’d gladly avoid.

Like the preppy exchange student from Upstate New York who came to Japan to study abroad. Of course, he’s standing beside you in his Armani student, buzzed off of his second beer and oozing arrogance and ignorance. “My friends wanted to go to Bora Bora again, but I always found Bora Bora to be sooo overhyped,” he groans. “That’s why we went to Hawaii. It was cheaper.”

He takes a sip of his beer, dripping some down his tie. You don’t warn him. ”I heard Hawaiians didn’t want tourists anymore,” Yuki points out, standing next to you. “Something about them pushing natives out of their homes because of construction.”

She sips on her champagne and eyes you as she does it. You fight the urge to smile. “Well, that didn’t kick me out,” the exchange student chuckles. “I had a ball! Lotta beer on the beach and a lot of girls too.” He turns to you now, your worst fear coming true. “You ever been to Hawaii, Y/N?”

You force yourself to turn towards the young, blonde jock who only came to work here because his father has connections in the legal system as a hotshot judge in New York. As a young, Black woman, you worked your ass off to get into this program and into law school. As you can imagine, juggling both is a damn job in itself.

You purposely kept quiet for half of the night to avoid exerting energy in boring conversations, but to avoid dissociating for the fifth time tonight, you fix your mouth into a smile. “No, but I prefer Costa Rica. The water is prettier. Excuse me, I’m gonna fill myself up.”

Quickly, you excuse yourself from the group and walk over to the alcohol table located on the other side of the gorgeous ballroom. “Oh, pass me another beer if they got one,” the jock suggests. “We can share, if you want. I know you like a good beer too.” He gives you a lopsided smile that’s supposed to get you hot and bothered like it has to all of the other girls he’s screwed.

You stifle the urge to vomit and give him a tight lipped smile before quickly walking off…or as quickly as you can in your Jimmy Choo heels. Your friend and roommate forced you into them, telling you that only these shoes brought out your skin and meshed with your slim, strapless, black dress.

You will admit that you feel the sexiest you’ve ever felt in it. Even when you tried it on and had your friend tie the strings behind your neck to hold the slinky article of clothing up, you felt like the baddest bitch walking. As soon as you walked into the ballroom, you caught eyes….just not the eyes you truly want.

As you walk across the ballroom, nodding and smiling at guests (lawyers, politicians, city officials, etc.), you admire the beautiful decor of the room. The decorators rearranged cushioned furniture, added gorgeous white flowers as centerpieces, and polished the marbled floor so much that you can see yourself in it. The scent of cinnamon and cloves drift through the air along with the bitter winter breeze pouring in from outside as people come and go for cigarette breaks.

They truly went all out for this anniversary party.

Your firm is located on the sixth floor of a twelve-story building in downtown Tokyo, specifically in the business district. Every weekday you catch the train at 7AM with fellow bright-eyed, bushy-tailed workers in their uniforms and weary, hungover students preparing for an 8AM course. You’ve always loved the hustle and bustle of the city; the constant activity; the sense of determination and purpose in the air when you do your eight-minute route to the train station to work.

Maybe that’s why you decided to take the internship offer when you were picked last spring. You were a law student, a senior-to-be, in need of a legal position that would give you more experience and had a decent pay. Your job as a waitress could only do so much. After you were interviewed by the program director, she set you up for another interview with the attorney you would be working for. When you realized that you would be interviewed by two attorneys instead of one, you thought it was some kind of mistake.

But you were reassured by the director that Kento Nanami and Hiromi Higuruma, the top attorneys at their firm, wanted you specifically. “They picked you out from ten other candidates,” she gushed to you over the phone. “They’re so impressed with your resume and our interview notes.”

You smile to yourself as you take another glass of champagne. You can’t believe that this was twelve months ago. Now if you can only snag a full time position here and ace your final exams so you can graduate next spring, your life will be complete.

Yuki appears beside you, dressed in a red dress and wearing her blonde locks in waves. ”He likes you,” she giggles. You roll your eyes beneath your full lashes. “I could give less of a fuck,” you mutter. “I felt like shovin’ a cupcake in his mouth to shut him up.” Yuki laughs despite your deadass statement. “So where’s your date tonight?” she asks. “Since preppy white jocks don’t float your boat.”

No man floats your boat nowadays, it seems. Not when you’re in law school. What guy would want a girl who stresses over essays and exams every other week? “Well, my roomie has a cold and couldn’t come,” you explain. “I wanted to stay, but she forced me to put on this dress and come.”

“And it’s a damn good thing she did!” Yuki scoffs. “You look amazing!” You smile shyly, feeling your cheeks flush. “And I’d rather you be here celebrating the 10th year of the firm with me than at home. Intern or not, you’re a part of this team too, Y/N.”

Though Yuki’s words are sweet, you’d much rather be at home with your roommate watching Netflix in your sweatshirt and booty shorts, shoveling ice cream down your throat and maybe popping an edible to ignore the impending anxiety of your exam scores tonight.

Anything than being a room with a bunch of preppy folks and pretending to be interested in anything they have to say. But you got yourself into your pretty gown for two important reasons: one because this party is a good distraction from your incoming grades and two, you’re waiting for two guests in particular to show up. Your bosses…or as your friend would call them, your sexy lawyer baes, Nanami and Higuruma.

These are two names that pop up often at your firm and in the legal world. As two Harvard graduates and prominent lawyers in business and corporate law, they were among the original ten lawyers who started out at the firm when it was still very small and upcoming. Now expansive and holding over a hundred attorneys, Nanami and Higuruma are still the top in the game in their thirties.

They are intelligent. They are virtuous. They are calm, cool, and collected when needed in the court. And they are also fine. As. Fuck.

And you know all of this because you work underneath them and have been for over twelve months as an intern. You never knew why they hired you to personally work for them, but you jumped at the chance to take the offer when it was given to you after your one-on-two interview with them.

As unapproachable and cool they seem, the two lawyers are pretty lenient with you. They allow you to use their shared office to do your work, they work around your class schedule, and don’t make you work overtime. Most of your duties are fetching coffee for them in the mornings from the lobby cafe, editing and proofreading documents, delivering files to different departments, and drafting papers.

They truly make it easy for you. They aren’t hard or difficult like a lot of other lawyers in your firm who run their assistants ragged. They answer all of your questions and push you to give your all. “But remember to rest,” Nanami always tells you. “Burnout is a killer.” He is the softest of the two and a true sweetheart at heart.

Higuruma is more of the sterner one, always giving you constructive criticism with any underlayer of encouragement. He has a dry humor that reminds you of a boring dad and has you giggling while you’re doing your work. The two lawyers bounce off of one another, having disagreements and arguments but always coming together to win a case.

They are truly a duo made in heaven, especially in the looks department. It isn’t a surprise to you that the entire firm has their eyes on them as handsome as they are—soft-looking lips, firm stares, and eyes that make your blood run hot. Your dreams are often filled with hot visions of doing very nasty things with Higuruma’s nose and stroking Nanami’s cheekbones with your fingers.

As far as you know, they’re single and unmarried, but things can change. Not to mention that you’re their intern! There is a very clear line that you don’t cross at a job and that includes not fucking your bosses.

No matter how sexy they are in their suits, or how intoxicating their cologne is, or how you wish to feel their big hands on you, you can never ever destroy the work relationship you have with them and fuck up your entire life. Besides, how else are you going to get a job here when you graduate law school?

So you disguise your interest in them as kindness and shove your horiness away, never acting on your attractions to them. But sometimes, you do think that the feeling is mutual. Just in November before your final exams, your bosses graciously offered to help you study. You were studying from your self-made study guide over lunch with them in their office. You had five classes during your fall semester you had final exams for: four tests and one paper due the same week you took your tests.

“Well, I can tutor you for the tests,” Higuruma said, taking a peak at your guide. “Clearly, you need someone to break this shit down for you and test you.”

“And make sure you don’t completely blow your top over your grammar,” Nanami added, referring to your paper. “I was a 4.0 in Harvard, don’t you know?” As usual, you laughed. They always knew how to take your head out of your work with their teasing and dry humor.

That month, the three of you would meet during lunch and work. Higuruma would time you on definitions for legal terms, answering open-ended questions, and knowing which court does what. Nanami, in contrast, would take a look at your final paper and make alterations, highlighting anything that needed to be edited and giving suggestions.

It was the most help you got in your three years of law school. And unfortunately, it made you fall deeper for them. You weren’t even planning to attend the firm’s tenth anniversary party, but when you found out Higuruma and Nanami were attending through an invite to your work email, you knew you had to show up.

You smile at Yuki now, raising your champagne glass. “Well, cheers to that,” you giggle and clink your glass with hers. “You’re sweet, Yuki. Definitely makes this whole environment worth it.” The two of you giggle to each other and gossip about the other guests as you sip champagne and much on veggie sticks from the snack table.

At some point during your third glass, you hear a buzz come from your purse. Your heart skips a bit and you race to fish it out, thinkin that it may be Nanami or Higuruma texting you that they’ve finally arrived. But when you see that it’s your Canvas notification, your stomach drops.

Suddenly, the champagne tastes sour and all of the sounds of the party sound muffled like you’re underwater. All of your grades are in, including your final paper. You swallow hard as you stare at your phone screen, your vision becoming fuzzy. You feel like you’re about to faint. Oh, where are Nanami and Higuruma when you need them?

“…Y/N?” You turn to Yuki as if you just realized that she’s standing there. “Sorry, what?” You dumbly ask.

“They finally brought out the chocolate fountain!” She announces, pointing excitedly at the fountain bubbling chocolate fondue just a few feet away. “Let’s get some before we have to fight off the entire party.” You force a smile and wave her off, trying to hide your oncoming anxiety attack the best you can. “You go ahead. I need to powder my nose first.”

It’s enough to make Yuki agree, telling her that she’ll get you a plate. Once she’s strutting off in her heels, you make a beeline for the bathroom located down the hallway from the ballroom. You move as quickly as possible in your heels, scrolling for your friend’s contact at the same time. By the time you reach the bathroom, you feel like you’re about to throw up.

You barrel through the door, sighing in relief when you find it empty. Quickly, you shut the door and will your friend to answer the phone, gripping the sink for support. You feel as if your knees are about to buckle from the anxiety you feel bubbling inside of you. “Pick up, pick up, pick up,” you mutter. Finally, your friend does, coughing into the phone. “What’s up, babe?” she crokes out. “Did your lawyer baes come yet?”

“No, but my grades just came back and I’m in the bathroom so I don’t have a panic attack, but I am having a panic attack.” You face yourself in the mirror. You thought you looked so pretty with your Fenty Beauty foundation, plumping gloss, and long lashes framing your gold eyeshadow. But now? All you see is anxiousness.

“Okay, relax,” your bestie soothingly says. Only she knows the stress you’ve been under for three years. “Breathe. Tell yourself your affirmations. I already know you did amazing, Y/N. You already know that too. You studied your ass off, remember?”

You do. You had to. Only you have the power to make all three of these years of constant stress mean something. You need that degree. “Yeah,” you exhale before inhaling again. You do that a couple of times, egged on by your friend who tells you how smart and determined you are. Finally, you feel like you’re ready. “Here I go…I’m opening them now.”

You put the call on speaker, but your friend is silent as you shakily open the Canvas app. You check each one of your final grades, your heart damn near exploding one after the other. All high scores. Three As and one B. “Oh, my God,” you gasp.

“What?” your friend urges. “What’d you get?”

You nearly drop your phone as your body trembles from excitement and relief. “I passed,” you whisper. Then again, louder this time: “I passed!” you squeal. “I fucking passed!” You feel tears prick your eyes and you have to rapidly blink to keep from ruining your mascara.

You can’t believe it. You’re done! You’re going to graduate law school next spring! “Congratulations, girl!” your friend cheers. “I knew you could do it! Now go out there, turn the fuck up, and celebrate with your lawyer baes.”

You scoff, taking some tissue to tab at your cheeks and temple. “For the last time, they’re not my baes or boos or boyfriends.” She swears that Higuruma and Nanami are your future husbands. “Not yet!” she argues. “You just wait till they see you lookin’ fine as fuck in your dress and next thing you know, you’re going home with one of ‘em…or both!”

“Goodbye, you perv,” you giggle. “Thank you. I love you.” Your friend bids you farewell and tells you to text her later before you end the call. You take a moment to check yourself out in the mirror, admiring the bad bitch in your reflection.

Finally, you put your phone away and strut back to the party, feeling like you’re the sun and the moon. You feel sexy, exuberant, and like you’re on top of the fucking world. Nothing and nobody can get in your way.

You suddenly bump right into someone’s back, causing you to stumble. “Oh, excuse me!” you gasp. “I’m sorry, I didn’t…” Your words die in your throat when the stranger turns, revealing himself as your favorite handsome blonde attorney. Nanami is usually in suits for work, but this one is especially tailored. “Ms. L/N,” he says in his smooth, eargasmic voice. “I didn’t expect to bump into you so early tonight.”

You gape at him, unable to speak. You’re at a loss for words. Just then, before you can look any dumber, Higuruma appears with two champagne glasses in hand. He, too, is in a designer suit and red bottom shoes, looking so sexy that it should be illegal. “Oh, there you are. We were actually looking for you.”

His tired-looking brown eyes scale down your outfit. “That’s…some dress. You look nice.” Maybe you imagine it, but his cheeks look pinker in the light. Nanami clears his throat and awkwardly pushes up his framed glasses, snatching one glass from Higuruma and taking a sip.

”T-Thank you,” you stammer, finally finding your voice. You spot a passing waiter on your left with a tray and snatch a glass from it. You’ll need it. You clear your throat, conjuring that bad bitch from the bathroom. “U-Um, I’m actually glad you’re both here. I was looking for you too.”

The lawyers’ brows raise expectantly. “Oh?” Higuruma asks. “Why is that?” You break out into a smile, unable to contain your joy. “I got my grades back for my exams!” you excitedly announce. “All As and Bs!” You fish your phone out of your clutch and shove the screen into your bosses’ faces. “See for yourselves,” you proudly giggle.

Nanami takes your phone and peers down at it, squinting into the blue light. When he sees your grades, a slow smile creeps across his face that gives you butterflies. “Let me see,” Higuruma mumbles, snatching your phone from Nanami.

He mutters to himself, something he always does when reading. You find it so endearing. When he finishes, he scoffs in surprise. “Well, damn,” he huffs. “This is impressive, Y/N. You really locked in as the kids say these days.”

“You’re not that old, Higuruma,” Nanami scoffs, snatching your phone back and handing it to you. “Nice job, Ms. L/N. We’ll have to celebrate.” The two lawyers smile at you like you’re the best thing in the world. You feel it. Standing with them, you feel as if nothing can touch you.

Higuruma raises his glass, a small smile playing on his lips. “A toast to good grades and an even better future.” You all raise your glasses and clink them before taking a sip. You can already feel the effects of the champagne taking over. You feel bubbly and light as a feather. Beautiful and carefree. Sexy, even. Very dangerous.

“Thank you,” you happily sigh. “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without your help with the studying. I really appreciate you both for doing that.” The lawyers look happy hearing that kind of praise and gratitude from you. “Well, you can thank us by helping us make it through this party,” Higuruma sighs. “After all, we need to show our law school graduate around to all of these fine, fun folk.”

He looks around the room, looking like he’s thinking anything but nice things about the guests. You snort to yourself. “Don’t we, Nanami?” he asks, smirking at the blonde. Nanami sighs to himself, looking absolutely done with being here. “I barely even want to be here. I almost want to be back in traffic.”

He turns to you now, a small smile playing on his lips. “But hearing about your grades makes it worth it all.” If only he could know how that makes you feel. The butterflies in your stomach have gone haywire.

You swallow, feeling the confidence of the champagne taking over. “W-Well, maybe next spring when I graduate, you both can come to the ceremony,” you nervously suggest. “It’s only right since you’re my bosses and mentors.” You give them a shy smile, peering up at them through your lashes.

The two lawyers look at each other blankly and then back at you. “Mentors?” Higuruma parrots. “We’re your mentors?”

Immediately, your confidence slips. “Well, you did help me study and you’ve shown me so much about the legal system. I look up to the both of you.” You bite your bottom lip, feeling as if you’ve said too much. You’re moving too fast. You’re overdoing it! “I-I’m sorry I assumed—“

“Don’t apologize,” Nanami firmly interrupts. His eyes are all aglow with a quiet passion you’ve never seen before. “We’d be honored to be your mentors…if that’s what you want.” Higuruma looks just as interested in the position, looking ready to drop everything and sign up.

You feel a big, dumb smile split across your face, giddy and joyful. “Then I’d be honored to call you my mentors,” you giggle. “Let’s toast to that too!” You raise your glass to clink with theirs, leading to another joint sip. You open your mouth to say more, to keep them standing here with you, but everyone at the party is just as excited to see the two attorneys as you are.

“Oh, there they are!” someone announces. You turn, finding one of the firm’s oldest lawyers walking over to Nanami and Higuruma. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you two! C’mon, the chairman wants to see you.” He practically drags them away, blabbering on about the many guests here who want to meet them.

You watch them leave just as they turn to give you one last look, an apology in their gazes. You feel an immense pang of disappointment inside of you and you feel stupid for feeling that way. It’s a party! This is their job! Of course, they need to mingle and talk to other important people.

Yuki luckily comes to your rescue, strutting over to you with more snacks. “Oh, Y/N!” she exclaims, taking your hand. “There you are! Come here, you have to try these white chocolate raspberry bars before they’re gone!” She drags you off in a different direction from Nanami and Higuruma, widening the gap between you.

For the next hour, the party wears on like this: you on your side and your bosses on the other, all of you stuck being pulled in directions other than each other’s. You watch as they chat with chairmen and CEOs; attorneys and paralegals; city officials and policemen. It’s honestly annoying…probably because of the champagne you drink.

With every passing minute, you sip a bit more, feeling even lighter and riskier than your first glass. You’re pretty sure you’re on about four ½ glasses at this point, so much so that you start seeing things. You believe you feel Nanami’s eyes on your ass from across the room or Higuruma’s gaze straying away from a guest to check you out. Your risky, reckless behavior makes you smile at them from across the party, not realizing how flirty it may come off to them or someone else watching. But the idea of that doesn’t embarrass or mortify you. In fact, it turns you on.

But nothing even comes from it. You never find your way over to your lawyers. Disappointed, sleepy, and exhausted from walking around in heels, you decide to give your dogs and the alcohol a break. You go up to the bar situated on the left hand side of the ballroom and take a seat on one of the stools, ordering a club soda.

“That’s the easiest thing I’ve made all night!” the bartender exclaims, making you laugh. “God bless you!” After they finish whipping up your drink, you’re in the middle of a few needed sips when someone sits next to you. You turn, finding a young man in a suit that looks like Tom Hiddlestone and Timothy Chatlane had a baby.

The wavy-haired man in his suit smiles at you. “Your Nanami and Higuruma’s paralegal, right?” he asks. You shake your head. “Intern. Not a paralegal…yet.”

He nods, chuckling at your humor. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around the office before. I would’ve remembered a face like yours.” His tone is flirtatious and you pick up on it immediately. Usually, you’d disregard and ignore this, but tonight? You may just play along.

“Possibly,” you reply, lowering your soda. “I have one of those faces.” Feeling particularly chatty, you put a hand out for a shake. “I’m Y/N,” you blurt. “I’m an intern for the law firm on the sixth floor.” The man races to shake your hand, hanging on for longer than necessary. His palm is sweaty. “Ah, yes, the law interns,” he chuckles. “I’m Mark, an associate for an accounting firm. I’m up on the eighth.”

He flashes a pearly white smile that is probably supposed to make you swoon. “That explains why we haven’t seen each other,” you giggle. He laughs with you and you decide that he’s cute enough to waste time on at the party.

“Maybe this party is good for something then,” he flirtatiously says, his smile turning suggestive. “I was plannin’ on leaving soon ‘cause this crowd is dead, but you just might make me wanna stay.” And just like that, he pops the bubble on your fantasy plan. “Oh” is all you can say.

No doubt he is trying to get into your pants…or rather under your dress. You turn to sip your water in silence, trying to think of something to say to let him down easy. “Are you here with someone?” he asks and his hand goes crawling to yours again.

Now you really need to think of something fast. “Um” is all you can get out before a shadow descends upon you and him. You both turn to find Nanami standing there. “Oh, sorry, am I interrupting, Mark?” he asks. He sounds apologetic, but you can tell he isn’t by the firm set of his lips.

The attorney beside you gives your boss a lop-sided smile. “Just my drink,” he jokes as the bartender passes him a whiskey. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Nanami?” He cocks his head to the side, drunk and cocky. “Sorry to cut in, but I need to steal Y/N away for a moment,” Nanami explains before turning to you. “We hate to do this now, but since you’re here, we’d like to plan out the schedule ahead of the holidays.”

“Oh!” you exclaim, your brain already switching into work mode. “Um…yeah, sure, of course.” You turn to Mark who looks less than pleased about being cockblocked. “It was nice meeting you, Mark. I’ll see you on the seventh floor one day.” The attorney only gives you a smile and side-eyes Nanami as you leave with him.

In silence, you two head to the elevators and Nanami presses the up button. You aren’t too sure why he and Higuruma are doing this now during a party, but you’ll wait to find out. When the elevator comes, Nanami lets you inside first and then follows behind you. When the doors close, you become hyper aware of him standing so close next to you. You can smell his cologne—spicy and musky like cinnamon. It makes your body react in very nasty ways.

“You won’t be seeing him,” he says. You blink, your fuzzy brain almost not catching that. “What?” you ask.

He turns to you, his eyes firm. “You won’t be seeing him,” he repeats. “Not to gossip, but the man is known to stick his dick where he makes his business. He’s slept with half of his department and a lot of his clients.”

You almost forget who the hell he is talking about until you remember (of course!) Mark. “Damn,” you scoff. “Well, thank you for the save…not that I was planning on sleeping with him or anything. He’s not my type.” You immediately flush, hot with shame and embarrassment. You shouldn’t have said any of that. ‘Fuck that champagne,’ you think.

However, Nanami silently chuckles to himself, finding it funny. But still, you beat yourself up. At least until you get to your floor. Nanami and Higuruma share an office space, their offices separated by a door where one can easily enter one room and exit the other. Nanami’s office consists of tan furniture, a plush couch where you often do your work, and his book collection while Higuruma’s office is all dark colors, polished Mahogany wood, and a mini bar. Some things they do share though are private bathrooms, personal thermostats, and a beautiful view of the skyline.

You walk down the hallway to the office with Nanami and enter his, finding Higuruma already there. “Took you two long enough,” he grumbles. Nanami’s office is dark, only lit by the full moon coating the floor in silver and illuminating Higuruma’s manly, handsome features.

Suddenly, your heart begins to pound. “S-So where’s the schedule?” you stammer. Nanami shuts the door behind you and walks up to stand beside Higuruma. “There is no schedule,” he confesses. “Sorry to bring you up here so randomly, but we didn’t want to do this in front of everyone.”

You scowl, confused. “Do what?” you ask, looking between them. The two give each other a look before Higuruma provides you with an envelope from under his suit jacket. “To give you this.”

You stare at the envelope, even more confused. Tentatively, you take it and look at them, unsure. “Open it,” Higuruma silently says with his eyes. Swallowing hard, you take a millisecond to mentally prepare yourself for what will be in the envelope and tear it open like you would a bandaid.

A folded letter flutters to your feet and you pick it up to read it. “On behalf of [the firm] and the departments of business and financial law, we would like to offer you a full time position as a legal assistant in the spring of 2025. Signed…” Your eyes grow big at the signatures. “Kento Nanami and Hiyomi Higuruma,” you exhale.

The two handsome men standing before you smile while you’re busy trying to resist the urge to pinch yourself. You have to be dreaming! You’ve gotta be! “Y-You’re offering me a job?” you softly ask. Higuruma smirks. “You don’t miss much, do you?”

Nanami nudges his partner in the arm. “We’ve noticed the work you’ve been putting in for us all these twelve months. Don’t think your hard work went unappreciated, Y/N. You’ve helped us a lot, even without us telling you, and for that, this is what we have to offer.” His gaze is soft, intimate. “This is just to get your foot in the door. Of course, you don’t have to stay forever and we’ll help you study for the BAR if you want to take it.”

Higuruma doesn’t add on, but he doesn’t have to. He, too, gazes down at you like everything Nanami is saying is true. You look down at the letter and then back up at them. “I….I don’t know what to say.” Higuruma’s smirk widens. “Say you’ll take the job.”

Finally, you break into a humongous smile and you jump up and down. “Yes!” you squeal. “Yes, yes, I’ll take it! Thank you both so much!” You go to toss yourself at them for a hug, but you make one misstep and nearly trip. You gasp, trying to find your footing.

Quickly, Nanami hooks his arm around your midsection, securing you in his arms. “Careful!” he exclaims, catching you. “That would’ve been nasty.” You should just tell him thank you and leave the comfort of his arms. You should just take the L now and leave before things get bad.

But you don’t. You make the mistake of staring up into his inviting eyes and soft, pink lips. His eyes gaze down to your mouth, his pupils dilating as if he sees something he likes…wants even. He leans down and so do you, and suddenly your lips are on his as you stand in the comfort of his embrace.

The kiss is short and gentle, but it’s sweet enough to steal your breath away. It is a kiss fit for a Disney movie ending. But just as soon as it happens, it ends and you both pull away, stunned. “Whoa,” he exhales.

Yes, whoa. Whoa, that was the best kiss you’ve ever had. Whoa, you just kissed your boss. Immediately, you jump back as if burned and over your mouth. “Oh, God,” you gasp. “I-I’m so sorry. I…oh, God.” You begin to shake, your eyes welling with tears. Regret and shame instantly fill you.

Higuruma steps forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. Nanami tries to come near you too, his gaze soft. “Y/N,” he softly says. You quickly side-step him and step away from Higuruma’s touch. “I have to go,” you sob. “I can’t be here. I shouldn’t be here.” You begin to panic, dropping the job acceptance letter in the process. You don’t try to pick it up.

“Wait, Y/N,” Nanami pleads. “Stay. It’s okay.” He walks toward you like you’re a wounded animal, gingerly and slowly. “No, it’s not!” you whimper. “I can’t believe I did this! I’m gonna ruin everything now! I-I—“

A hand grasps yours and pulls you close into his big, warm body. “Sweetheart, calm down,” Nanami soothingly says. “It’s okay.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. There, you begin to cry, big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks and ruining your makeup. “It’s okay,” Nanami murmurs into your ear.

At the sound of his voice, you look up into his eyes and see that they are hooded and soft. Affectionate. When he leans in again, you don’t pull away. You let him kiss you, slow and deep, your lips moving in perfect tandem with each other. It is almost as if your lips are meant to kiss. Nanami’s big hand cups your face, tilting your head slightly to the side to meld your mouths together, earning a soft moan out of you. His hands slide down to your ass, caressing the bump made underneath your dress from it.

From the back, you feel Higuruma presses himself against you, his big hands sliding across your naked lower back and shoulders. His touch electrifies you. So do his kisses. When he begins to kiss your neck and shoulders, you pull away from Nanami, gasping. “H-Hang on,” you stutter.

He stops, his hands still on you. Questions flare in his hooded, brown eyes. “Tell us what you want, Y/N,” he says, his voice strained. “Tell us to stop and we swear to God, we’ll stop.” Nanami pauses too, slight pants leaving his lips. You want to apologize, to tell them that this isn’t right or proper or appropriate to do. This is so, so wrong.

But as you stand here in the dark sandwiched between your bosses, you’ve also never felt more right. “Keep going,” you softly beg. The lawyers descend upon you immediately, kissing, touching, and grinding their hips into you. You feel their hardened cocks press against your groin and your ass, giving you a taste of how you’re making them feel…and have made them feel for months now.

“We wanted this for so long,” Higuruma whispers into your neck. “You have no fuckin’ idea, Y/N.” His thick lips press down your spine, peppering your skin in wet kisses. “You don’t know how many times I wanted to pull your ass aside and do this to you.”

“So many times,” Nanami growls, his hands sliding up to your hips to indulge in them. “You make it so hard to control myself, darling.” You’re feeling the last of your self-control slipping, the pleasure too much to handle. You moan at every touch and kiss, loving that you can feel their defined muscles through their suits.

“Take it off,” you whisper and motion to your dress. The lawyers share a surprised look with each other that quickly melts into lust and need. “You tell us if you want us to stop, you understand?” Higuruma sternly asks. You nod, but that isn’t enough. “Words,” he states. “Give me your words. Speak up.”

Your nipples harden at his firm tone, loving how he puts you so effortlessly in your place. “Yes, sir,” you reply, the words feeling so natural to you. Higuruma sharply inhales, greatly affected by this. He quickly snatches one string out of the perfectly-tied knot at your neck, loosening your dress in one single act. The front slips off of you, revealing your hardened brown nipples and ass only covered by a black thong.

“Shit,” Nanami exhales while Higuruma chuckles. “So that’s why that ass looked so good tonight,” he murmurs, taking a handful of it for himself. “You should be forbidden from wearin’ dresses and pencil skirts around us, y’know. You make it very hard to concentrate on much.”

One of his big hands glides down your asscheeks to slide between your inner thighs. “But you know that, don’t you?” he whispers. His thick fingers slide against the wet cloth of your thong while Nanami feasts on your tits, molding and massaging them while his lips coat your nipples in saliva. “Oh, fuck,” you moan, tilting your head back at their ministrations.

“Naughty little thing,” Higuruma tuts, still rubbing you. “You’re so fuckin’ wet. You must’ve needed this from us, hm?” He presses his fingers up, rubbing your clit in circular motions. Your moans grow louder, leading Nanami to capture them with his mouth.

“You need to quiet down, baby,” Higuruma says, humored. “You’ll have the entire party comin’ up to see why our good little intern is makin’ so much noise.” Nanami pulls away to hold your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I bet she wants that,” he whispers. “Bet she wants everyone to know what she’s doing to us.”

“I’m sure they do,” Higuruma chuckles. “This ain’t the first time we’ve walked around the office hard as rocks for her.” He rubs you a little harder, making you bite your lip at the sensations. Jealous, Nanami glares at his partner. “That’s enough, Hiromi,” he growls. “You need to share. You’re not the only one here.”

Higuruma glares back, but allows the blonde to take over. You watch with shaky breath as Nanami slowly kneels down, staring up at you as he does. “I wanna taste you,” he confesses. “I wanna make you feel good. Will you let me?” Delirious from the foreplay, you nod and in an instant, your leg is hiked over his shoulder and he is sloppily French kissing your pussy.

“Now look who’s bein’ fuckin’ greedy,” Higuruma growls, impatient. “I need a taste too. Scoot over.” “We’re both gonna tongue fuck that pussy now,” he whispers. “When you need to cum, you let yourself do it, got it?”

Once again, you gush at the tone of his voice, much to Nanami’s enjoyment. “Y-Yes, sir,” you whimper. Then all words cease to exist when Higuruma kneels behind you. For the next couple of minutes, your world is blinded by pleasure as you receive dual cunnilingus from your two bosses. “Oh, shiiiit!” you groan, grasping Nanami’s head and Higuruma’s hand on your hip just to hold onto something.

You feel as if you’re on a rollercoaster, getting pulled this way and that, your stomach fluttering from the bumpy ride and the rush. Your stomach flutters and your heart pounds with every grip of Higuruma’s hands on your ass holding you steady; every lap of Nanami’s tongue against your clit. Higuruma is busy sliding his tongue along your slit, his nose rubbing against your ass…which feels oddly good too!

Everything they do feels good. Your juices and their spit collide, mixing together and making everything way more stimulating and sensitive than normal. You grip Nanami’s blonde hair, pushing him closer to your clit, your breathing coming out in huffs. You can feel that knot in your core tightening the more your lawyers lick, lap, and suck at your sloppy, juicy little pussy, drinking away as if they’re both starving for you.

You don’t realize how loud you are until you hear yourself moaning throughout the empty office. “O-Oh, fuck!” you wail. “I’m gonna cum! You’re gonna make me—“

“Wait,” Higuruma hisses, suddenly shooting a hand up to cover your mouth. He stands up so fast that he scares the shit out of you, almost as if he teleported. “I hear footsteps.” Your heart explodes in your chest and Nanami immediately stops his pussy-eating to listen too.

There, outside in the hallway, you hear footsteps and muffled laughter. Neither one of you moves or even breathes, standing still as statues in the dark. Luckily, the voices and footsteps disappear when a door opens and closes, leaving you in silence once more. Higuruma looks down at Nanami, still shaken but also very horn. “Let’s get her on the desk,” he suggests, his gaze lustful. “She needs somethin’ for that mouth if she won’t shut the fuck up.”

A smile that you’ve never seen before grows on Nanami’s face, his glasses foggy and nearly falling off of his face. Quickly, he stands and scoops you up without a word, wrapping your legs around his waist. You squeak as you’re picked up, your heels dangling from around his hips. He is fast transporting you from the floor to the desk that is luckily free of any files or papers.

Nanami places you on his desk and takes off his glasses before proceeding to duck between your thighs. As he begins lapping at your cunt again, Higuruma comes over to your side, his groin at eye level. Ziiiiip goes his fly and out comes his big, thick, hard cock. Your body and pussy throb at the sight of him.

He stares down at you, lustful and demanding. “Open your mouth for me, baby,” he demands, taking off his suit jacket. “Put those pretty lips on me.” He rapidly begins uncuffing his sleeves and unbuttoning his top, revealing his mouthwateringly broad, hairy chest you want to nuzzle. You do as he says and wrap a hand around him to stroke him as you wrap your lips around his shaft.

Higuruma smiles…and he barely does that, so you must be doing a good job. “That’s it,” he groans. “Such a fuckin’ slut for me.” He wraps a hand in your hair and pulls you closer as he uses his other hand to pull his pants down farther, exposing his firm, plump ass. You become handsy, using one hand to feel up his body and delicious happy trail while you use the other to run your fingers through Nanami’s blonde locks.

You feel like a princess and a slut all at once, receiving the best of both worlds. Finally, that urge to release comes again and you whimper and slobber all over Higuruma’s cock as you get close. “Cum for me, darling,” Nanami groans into your pussy. “Do as you’re told. Cum all over my fuckin’ face right now.”

With a high-pitched squeal, you do, leaking and creaming all over Nanami’s tongue. He greedily laps you up as you write and shake on his desk, much to Higuruma’s enjoyment. He loves watching you ride out your orgasm with his dick in your luscious mouth, but fuck, is he jealous watching Nanami eat you out. “Don’t be greedy, Nanami,” he growls. “Give me some.”

Nanami rises from between your thighs, his hair a mess and his lips coated in you. Higuruma grabs him from the back of his neck and smashes their lips together. Right in front of you. You gape at them, shook and totally confused as they sloppily kiss, swapping spit and your cum between their mouths.

You had no idea they had a “thing” going on, but then again, you wouldn’t think you’d know. Nanami and Higuruma are very private people. But shit, is it hot to see them make out in front of you for only your eyes only.

When they pull away, Higuruma smirks down at you. “Look at this naughty girl gettin’ off to us,” he snorts. “You won’t go tellin’ people about us, right, baby?” You shake your head as best as you can with his cock still sliding in and out of your mouth, making him groan at the vibrations.

Nanami watches, quickly stripping off his jacket and shirt to expose his beautiful muscles and chest pebbled in fine, blonde hair. “I can’t fuckin’ take much more,” he huffs. “I need to fuck you now or I’ll lose my mind.” He begins toying with your tits, massaging one while Higuruma plays with the other. “Tell me you want that too. Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

Higuruma pinches one of your nipples, causing your mouth to open wide on a gasp and his big cock to slip out. “Need you,” you gasp out. “Both of you. I don’t care how! Please just fuck me!” You’ve never been so fucking horny in your life. You feel as if you’ll die if you don’t cum again now.

The two lawyers look at each other, both contemplating how to maneuver this as if you’re a case they can’t quite figure out how to win. “You go first,” Higuruma suggests. “I wanna fuck her throat a little more.” Nanami doesn’t need to be told twice, his eyes molten with lust. “Bend over,” he demands and you do, assuming the position.

The two groan at the sight of your plump ass exposed over Nanami’s desk, your heels still on. They both give your ass an open-palmed smack, making you gasp at the pleasurable sting. “So good at taking orders,” Nanami murmurs in your ear. “I like that. That’s what good girls do.” He gives your cheek a peck before finally, he slides his cock against your pussy and slowly slides himself inside of you.

You both gasp at the sensations, your pussy walls squeezing around him as they become accommodated to his size. He is thick and long, making you feel so full and so stretched. Nanami murmurs sweet nothings in your ear as he coaxes you to rub your clit, making you wetter. Once you’re finally relaxed is when he proceeds to grab your hips and fuck your shit up.

His desk shakes slightly as he pistons into you, his hips slamming into your ass, causing the sound of skin slapping against skin to echo throughout the room. Your moans and cries are loud and clear, possibly audible even to the party. “Fuck!” you loudly moan. “Oh, my God, yes!”

Another cock slaps against your mouth and slides in, not stopping until it is in your throat. “Uh-uh, baby,” Higuruma chuckles. “Too loud. Little slut just can’t help herself, can she, Nanami?” His partner is too busy ramming your cunt to answer, doing his best to hold back his moans and gasps.

Higuruma snorts. “Neither can you, apparently.” Nanami glares at him, silently telling him to fuck off as he presses his front into your back, pushing himself deeper. “Push back on me, darling. Fuck me back.” You do as he orders, tossing your ass back into him and pushing yourself farther onto his wonderful cock. “Good girl!” he moans. “Needed this for so long. Needed you so bad.”

He murmurs and babbles into your shoulder, suckling on it as he pounds into your wet heat over and over again. It doesn’t take you long for you to feel the urge to cum again as Nanami’s balls slap against your needy clit, stimulating you further. “M’cwumming!” you whine around Higuruma’s cock just as that second intense wave washes over you.

“Good girl,” Nanami grunts, holding your shaking body close as your pussy walls grip and stroke him. “Such a good, good girl for me.” He slows his pace but continues to fuck you, edging you and making your orgasm last even longer. Your head feels dizzy and your thighs are slick with cum, but they’re not done yet.

“Let’s switch,” Nanami tells Higuruma. “I need to feel her mouth.” Higuruma looks ready to fuck a hole in a wall with the wild look he has in his eyes. They slowly pull out of you and switch spots, Higuruma now behind you while Nanami is in front. Just as quickly as they switched, they slide back into your holes again.

“Shit, baby,” Higuruma hisses, gripping your hips in his big, calloused hands. “You’re so fuckin’ wet. I can get so deep.” His hand wraps around your throat while Nanami fucks it, groaning at its tightness. “You want it deeper, don’t you?” he teasingly asks. “You want me to fuck this pussy till it cums again?”

“Mmm-hmm!” you desperately whine. Nothing sounds better to you right now. You are drunk off of the pleasure and these two sexy men, needing their cocks and cum like you need air to breathe.

The two begin to fuck you in tandem with each other, one pulling out while the other pushes in, filling up one of your holes. You have never loved being used before, feeling like an office slut for them. Maybe this can be one of your duties—sucking and fucking them when they are stressed at work. Wouldn’t that be so nice? Your body certainly thinks so.

Higuruma’s heavy balls slap against your clit as he pistons into you, making the desk shake. “Fuck, baby!”he grunts. “You’re gonna make me cum soon.” Nanami lets out an agreeable moan, fucking your throat. “M-Me too,” he stammers. “You’re gonna be our good little assistant and take our cum for us, darling?”

Before you can even think about answering or trying to, you hear something. Knock, knock, knock. “Um…Mr. Higuruma?” someone calls outside the door. “Mr. Nanamin, are you in there? It’s Itadori!” Instantly, the two lawyers grow still and anxiety pushes your hormones out the door.

“Shit!” Higuruma hisses. He clears his throat, doing his best to sound like he wasn’t just pumping you full of his cock. “Y-Yes, we’re in here,” he calls. “Do you need something, Itadori?”

Yuji Itadori is by far one of the cutest and sweetest interns in the firm, so you don’t feel too angry about being interrupted. Just extremely sexually frustrated. “One of the lawyers sent me up here to fetch you,” Itadori explains. “They’re about to start the anniversary speech in about fifteen minutes!”

Slowly, Higuruma and Nanami begin to fuck you again, moving tortuously slow. You can feel yourself growing closer to orgasm and do your best to keep quiet, glad to have something in your mouth. “We’ll be down soon,” Nanami replies. “Thank you, Itadori.”

“You betcha!” Itadori chirps. “Oh, and if you see Y/N, tell her that the cake is out! I saved her a slice!” Then off he goes, his footsteps disappearing down the hall and the ding of the elevator slicing through the silence. Once he’s gone, you all breathe a collective sigh of relief.

“Now then,” Higuruma growls, “let’s make this little slut cum before we get caught.”

Your bosses make do with the time they have and fill your holes with each vigorous, pounding thrust that makes both your mouth and pussy salivate. The office is filled with the sounds of your hushed moans, creaky desk legs, and the light slapping of skin as Higuruma fucks and fucks and fucks your pussy like a machine.

When he finally feels you squeezing around him, he slides one hand down between you to rub your clit. “Cum for me,” he urges you. “Give it to me, baby. Cum on that dick now.”

Maybe it’s the way he talks you through it or how Nanami sounds fucking your face or the fact that you’re on a time crunch, but the third orgasm quickly crashes down onto you as despite its slow buildup. It is just as tense as the first two, making you whine around Nanami’s cock as your cunt massages and strokes Higuruma off.

“Fuck!” he grunts. “I’m about to cum too. Where you want it, baby? Tell me now before I make the decision for you.”

“O-On me!” you gasp out, still in the throes of your orgasm. “Do it on me! Anywhere you want!”

Quickly, Higuruma pulls his cock, sobbing wet with your cum, out of you while Nanami ruts into your mouth, chasing his orgasm. Their sexy, deep moans and grunts of release fill the air as each hot load of cum coats your ass and your tongue.

You shudder and deliriously giggle as they cum, feeling all of that pleasure and the high from your orgasm collide. As your orgasms pass, you three pant and huff in the darkness, recovering from the activity.

Clearing his throat, Nanami pulls out of your mouth, allowing you to swallow his load. Meanwhile, Higuruma takes some tissues from the desk and sops up his cum up from your ass. Though it is sweet, it is also very, very awkward. ‘Of course, it is, you slut!’ you critically think. ‘You just fucked your fucking bosses!’

Once Higuruma finishes, he tosses the tissues away and steps away to allow you to freely move. You stay laid across the desk, not wanting to look up and see the regret in their eyes. You clear your throat, trying to ease the awkward tension. “Well, that’s one way to celebrate a job offer,” you breathlessly say.

It works. The two lawyers begin to laugh, their deep, rumbling chuckles appealing to your ear. Finally, you look up and find them smiling. “Yes, it is,” Nanami chuckles, eyes and cheeks aglow. “You were amazing, darling.” His pet name and the praise makes your stomach flutter like a school girl’s when she sees her crush.

“Hope you don’t go givin’ that to any other employer in your future,” Higuruma chuckles, his body and forehead glistening in sweat. Your eyes drink in his body, committing his and Nanami’s to memory.

Your stomach flips, glad to see that things aren’t awkward or weird anymore. You move to sit up on Nanami’s desk, facing both of your bosses. “Oh, trust me…I won’t. I doubt I’d have any employers as sexy as you two.” You stare up at them through your lashes, earning two sweet kisses on the lips in response as if they are your boyfriends. Not your bosses.

”The feeling is mutual,” Higuruma sighs. “You have no idea how long we’ve wanted to do that with you.” Nanami hums in response, gently moving a strand of hair behind your ear, but it’s really just an excuse to touch you. Despite the tenderness, you can’t keep denying the pink elephant in the room. “So…what now?” you ask.

The two lawyers stare at you blankly, obviously not quite getting what you mean. Higuruma laughs, already buttoning up his shirt. “Well, if you mean in the present tense, I suggest we all get cleaned up and go back to the party before someone comes lookin’ for us again.”

Nanami pulls his pants up, fastening his belt. You watch, doing your best to swallow that lump in your throat. That isn’t what you meant….but what else could you mean? Surely, you don’t think this can be anything real or official. Friends with benefits or fuck buddies, sure. But actually dating your bosses? Your employers and mentors? That would be a tale for the entire firm to gossip about.

So you hang your tail between your legs and push away your disappointment. “Oh…yes, of course,” you softly say. “We definitely should. Uh…can one of you help me with my dress?”

You stand and turn around for Nanami to help you tie your dress behind your neck. You do the rest, hiding your face from them as it flushes with embarrassment. You don’t want them to see you cry if you do. You can’t tell what you’ll do off of the Brüte champagne. After you finish dressing and checking your hair to make sure it doesn’t look too suspicious, the lawyers first check the hall to see if it’s empty.

Then they lead you down the hall to the elevator. None of you speak. The air is tense again with silence and your shoes clicking across the floor, the gravity of your decision swirling in the air like cigarette smoke. Pungent, heady, and inescapable. You feel regretful of your decision immediately despite how good and right it felt in the moment. You wouldn’t be surprised if Higuruma and Nanami revoked the job offer tomorrow morning.

You press the elevator button and the box luckily comes pretty quick. The lawyers let you in first before moving in behind you. Higuruma presses the button to the lobby and the doors close. Now in close proximity to them again, you’re aware of both men standing on either side of you, facing ahead. You clutch your purse to your stomach, biting your lip to avoid blurting something dumb.

“If you meant “what now” as in what about us, I hope you realize that this isn’t just a fling for us,” Higuruma says, his deep voice filling the tight space. “It can be if you want it to be, but if you’d like this to be more official, I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” Your mouth falls agap as you gape at him. He stares back, his eyes intense and unmoving.

“Me either,” Nanami adds. “Excuse my language and call me a selfish motherfucker, but I can’t say the idea of seeing you with another man other than my partner doesn’t tick me off.” His fingers dance across your lower back, giving you shivers. Delicious shivers that only grow as the fact of the matter processes in your mind: this is real now.

Better say this now than never then. You slowly take their hands in both of yours, your heart stuttering. “I’d like that too,” you shyly admit. “But maybe we can keep this on the low for now? Just until I start my new job, at least.”

Ding the elevator goes as you finally arrive to the lobby. Nanami smiles, running his thumb along your knuckles. “If that’s what you want, Ms. L/N,” he teases. “See you after the speech.” Higuruma gives your hand a squeeze before he releases it and fixes his tie just as the doors open onto the lobby.

As you walk out of the elevator, you feel two hands open-palm smack you against your ass. You squeak, hiding your smile as the two lawyers stride away to the stage entrance to the ballroom as if nothing happened.

You take another entrance, walking through the one that cuts into the middle of the ballroom. You immediately find your intern group standing by the stage waiting for the speech to begin and strut over to them, unable to keep your hips from swaying. It is as if your lawyers amped your confidence up to about one hundred.

Yuki turns to you, a slice of cake in her hand. “There you are!” she announces. “Look, Yuji’s cute ass left you some cake! Where the hell have you been?”

You give her a smile and take the plate from her, needing something sweet to end your night off right. “I just got a job offer.”

THE END.

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The Cat's Out of the Bag [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@flowersforfrancis) Center (@hotchs-big-hands) Right (@grapeperfume)

Prompt: Aaron accidentally lets slip that he and the reader are together when the reader takes him home from the office while he has a cold. The team has a range of emotions about the news and Aaron and the reader go back to the office to face the music together.

Pairing: [established relationship] Aaron x BAU!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns.

Category: fluff/comfort

Word Count: 9.7K

Content Warnings: Sickness [cold/fever], headache, mention of abuse and beatings [in the past (Hotch)], minor mention of intimacy. Relationship reveal. If I missed any, please let me know.

A/N: Hi loves! If you are headed into Spring Break this week have fun and please be safe. If you don’t have a break this week, please don’t let the Sunday scaries get to you. Be kind to yourself today. This fic is based on my March CM Prompt List (linked) The prompt is, “A character manages to catch a cold in the middle of Spring.” I hope you like this little fluffy fic. It was really fun to write. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you’re having a great start to your week and thanks for reading. Love Levi - ❤️

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Aaron liked to have control over most things. Even in things he couldn’t or perhaps shouldn’t control, he still tried to. This could include running on an injured ankle, or going out even though he knew it was too hot for his liking in an outfit that didn’t suit the heat. Half of this had to do with the fact that he could be stubborn, and the other half was a bit darker. The times that he went over these limits had often to do with his ability to endure. He knew a good deal about endurance from his work as a prosecutor, the leader of the BAU, and most impactful to him, from his childhood. His father had often reminded him that he wasn’t strong or a man with his fists, or a belt, or bottle, or anything Mr. Hotchner senior could get a hold on, and Aaron had endured it. He’d lived beyond it. Even with that being the case, and him trying to work through his questions about inadequacy, he still pushed himself too hard sometimes. It was a sort of naturally ingrained response unless he caught it early on.

y/n had noticed this trait in him and had brought it up a few times when they were more stable in their relationship. It hadn’t exactly been an easy topic, as y/n wasn’t sure why Aaron, who cared about his health and ability to perform in the field would seem to hurt himself by doing something reckless by his standards. One afternoon, when he’d limped toward her, y/n tilted her head and said, “Hey, how was your run?” y/n had stayed behind to play with Jack on the swings and playground while Aaron got in his long Saturday run. He and y/n would normally go early, but they had both slept through their alarm due to a long case earlier that week, a swamp of paperwork when they got back and some mandatory training on Friday. All in all, it had been too long a week for anyone to like, and they needed the rest. Thus, the plans for the day had been postponed.

Aaron wiped a hand over his face and then over his shirt. y/n looked at Jack who was now on the slide and then back to Hotch. y/n noticed how he was favoring one foot. She knew his gait better than anyone and it was easy to tell that something was up. Aaron could see it in y/n’s face -- the concern. He tried to brush it off by saying, “It was fine. My time was slower than normal, but I’d say that it was because I was so tired.” What Aaron had said was a lie. His ankle had started to hurt about halfway through his run, but he’d ignored it and pressed on anyway. By the time he’d gotten to the last mile, his right ankle was throbbing in pain. He’d fixed his expression to the best of his ability when he rounded the bend where he’d see y/n. He didn’t want her to be concerned. His faking a normal expression and lying didn’t stop y/n from seeing that something was wrong. y/n was about to ask him to clarify because she didn’t have to tell him that he was lying to see that something was wrong. However, Jack came and hugged the back of her legs, looked up at his dad, and said, “Hi Daddy!” Aaron smiled and replied, “Hey Buddy. Did you have fun on the playground?” Jack nodded his head enthusiastically and said, “Mh hm, I made new friends.” This fact warmed Hotch’s heart. Jack could struggle sometimes in meeting new people. Aaron said, “That’s great, Jack. Now I hear that it’s going to get hot in a few minutes, so how about we head home?” Jack and y/n nodded, and y/n watched as Jack scrambled into his dad’s arms. Again she noticed the brief flash of pain on his face as they moved to the car.

y/n waited until they got to Aaron’s apartment and Jack was tucked in for a nap that y/n moved to Hotch’s bedroom to ask him what was up. She didn’t hope this ended in an argument, but it seemed like this was something he was keeping from her and Aaron could be so closed off about his personal life sometimes. But if he was hurting, y/n wanted to know about it. She moved into Hotch’s bedroom where he was taking off his shirt and getting ready for a shower. y/n stood in front of him as he was sitting on the bed and leaning down to take off his socks as y/n said, “Aaron, what’s going on? You looked like you were hurting back there in the park. Also when you picked up Jack.”

Aaron tried one last attempt to avoid this conversation as he said, “Well, my ankle is acting up a bit, but I’m sure it will be fine.” y/n blocked him from standing and took both of his large hands in hers. His fingers were calloused in the same places as hers from holding a gun or a pen in a grip that was probably too tight from stress. It was comforting to feel the thickness of his skin mirrored in her palm. y/n looked down at him and said, “Aaron please be honest with me?” Hotch looked down at their entwined hands and then back up at y/n. He didn’t like lying. So much of their relationship had been built on trust. They’d gotten together a few months after Haley had called their marriage quits. If Aaron was being honest, he’d loved y/n for a while before his union with Haley dissolved. But Hotch was a man who believed in his commitment to his wife and he’d never done or said anything to y/n, his newest agent, until long after he had his wife split. He loved Haley dearly and he’d never hurt her by cheating. And y/n loved Aaron and his commitment too, so they were willing to give up any hope with a man she had slowly come to admire more than just a boss, fellow agent, or friend. y/n fully holding herself back had been one of the reasons Hotch had liked her so much. He’d seen women fling themselves at him while he was fully with Haley. Before their relationship got rocky. Even when Haley was pregnant with Jack women had tried to woo him. But never y/n. Even when she knew that he and Haley were struggling she never made a move. She had distanced herself more from him. Had supported him and let things play out to their natural conclusion.

As Aaron thought about the kinds of sacrifice y/n had made for him, he squeezed her hand and said, “My right ankle is hurting me pretty badly actually. It started in the middle of the run. I think it’s from when I had to dodge that bullet in the last case. I tweaked it a bit then, but it didn’t hurt much so I ignored it. But today on my run it really started acting up.” As soon as y/n heard this, she dropped to her knees next to the bed and gently pulled off his right sock. She didn’t care about how the sock or his feet smelled. If Aaron was in pain, y/n needed to make sure he was okay. By the look of his swollen and slightly bruised ankle, it didn’t look great. y/n gently caressed the spot on his foot and Aaron flinched instinctually even though y/n hadn’t hurt him. She looked up at his dark brown eyes and asked, “Sweetheart why did you keep running on this? It must have hurt you. You could have called me and I would have brought Jack and helped you?” y/n had never seen Aaron hurt or allow himself to be hurt like this. Sure, she’d seen him overwork himself, but this was different, this was physical more than mental.” Aaron bit the inside of his cheek before putting his arm under y/n’s arm and guiding her to sit beside him.

Once she was seated next to him and looking at him with the same concern, he heaved a small sigh before saying, “I felt like I had to I guess. Sometimes I get that way.” y/n tried to understand why he’d feel that way and said, “Why, you’re hurting yourself. I wouldn’t see you as weak if you needed a break. You’re the strongest man I know. You don’t have to prove that to anyone.” Hotch closed his eyes and leaned his head into the crook of her shoulder smelling the slightly floral scent of her perfume. He didn’t want to be seen as he replied, “It’s not about proving it to anyone else, it’s about proving it to me. My… my father always said I was weak. He tried to break me and he never did, but sometimes I can’t push those thoughts out of my head. I know it’s juvenile to explain it like that, it was so long ago, but it still happens sometimes.” y/n turned to him, wrapped him in a tight hug, and stayed there for a minute to let the words sit around them. To give them the time they deserved. y/n pulled away and looked at Aaron saying, “It’s not dumb and it makes sense. Your father treated you horribly, so it makes sense that that would stick with you. I just don’t want you to hurt yourself. I want you to know that you are good enough. I’ll keep telling you that until you believe it.” Aaron nodded slightly and gave y/n a soft smile. He should have known that y/n would understand him. It wasn’t easy for him to have these conversations. To open up. He knew he was lucky to have y/n in his life who knew him so well and could tell that he needed some help sometimes in dealing with his thought process.

y/n stood up and said, “Now, we can talk more about this later, but I want you to stay right there, No moving around and no shower. Just hang tight.” Aaron smiled and said, “Yes ma’am.” y/n chuckled at his tone but got up and moved first to the hallway where they kept a basin to clean Jack’s shoes in when they got muddy at school. y/n then got a glass of water and added ice before turning the tap to hot. Once the temperature was warm, but not scalding, she filled the basin. y/n then grabbed some Epsom salt from under the sink and added a fourth of a cup to the warm water; she stirred it with her hand until the salt began to dissolve. When y/n was happy with the mix, she carried the basin with two hands into the bedroom and carefully set it down on the carpet without spilling any of the liquid inside. She moved Aaron’s injured foot into the water and as soon as his ankle was submerged, he sighed with how good it felt. The sound made a rush of warmth rush through y/n, but she ignored it. Instead, she moved back to the kitchen and grabbed the cup of water and then some pain meds from the bathroom. She handed both items to Hotch and he took them with a smile and said, “Thank you sweetheart. How do you always know what I need?” y/n smiled and moved behind him on the bed gently messaging his neck and shoulders. He leaned back into her touch with another little groan and y/n felt that same rush again. At this point, she wondered if he was messing with her. For now, she just kept relaxing his stiff muscles and said, “I think I learned from the best because you take such good care of me. I think today I get to return the favor.”

Aaron and y/n didn’t speak much more about what he had said, but they both knew it was going to be a conversation they would have again soon. Instead, y/n just made him relax and stay off his feet for the rest of the day. She took care of Jack and dropped him off at Haley’s while Aaron slept. Even though y/n and Hotch had been dating for a good while, and they were very committed, two things hadn’t yet changed in their relationship. The first was that y/n and Aaron still hadn’t moved in together yet. They both found comfort in having their own space for themselves. It was good that after a case they had a place to relax and unwind alone if they needed it. There was a comfort for them in space, though y/n mostly spent her time at Aaron’s

apartment. The second constant, which was harder to maintain, was that the team didn’t know they were seeing each other. There had been multiple times that members of the team had almost caught them, but shockingly it hadn’t happened yet. Aaron assumed that Dave knew and Hotch had spoken to y/n about it, and she said it was fine. If Rossi brought it up, then Aaron could tell him. There wasn’t a reason to directly lie to the team, they just hadn’t explicitly made it a point to tell them either. At the start, they had kept it a secret to protect themselves. It might not have been strictly against the rules of the FBI employee handbook, but at the same time, it was easier to just keep it to themselves. By the time that y/n and Aaron had become fully committed, they had just gotten used to having it be between themselves. It felt like something they could have outside of work, even though work did come into it often. Keeping it a secret worked for both of their personalities. For Aaron who was a rule follower, it just made sense, and for y/n, who was a bit shy about her personal life, it allowed her to not have to have ten thousand conversations that could be intimate with the team. However, that would all change a month or so later.

It was early spring and the weather had changed to the warmer side instead of the cold Virginia often saw into late February or March. When Aaron woke at his normal 5:00 a.m. He felt a bit colder than normal as he got out from under the duvet. He assumed that it was because it was one of the rare nights when y/n was over at her apartment and not in bed with him. He also felt a bit foggy as he got up, brushed his teeth, and shaved. He didn’t think much of this either as he made his coffee and then headed to the office like he usually did when a case didn’t take the team away from Quantico. Aaron and y/n usually ended up getting to the office an hour early so they could have some time to themselves in the morning. They used to spend that time in the evenings after five, but as they continued to attempt it early in their relationship, it turned out that the team was much more likely to stay late in the office to finish up work than come in early. The only people who sometimes saw Aaron and y/n come in together or even enter Aaron’s office together were the janitors and now and then, Dave. They didn’t do anything inappropriate in the office, just work or talk on his couch. Hotch didn’t allow for hardly any outward signs of their relationship at work. However, he was looking forward to seeing y/n. It always seemed to set them up for a good day.

When Aaron arrived at the office, he felt that same chill run through him and his head started to ache a bit. He felt hot under the collar and as he got up the stairs and to his office, he just now considered that he might be sick. He hadn’t been sick yet that year but it happened to him at least once annually. He hadn’t expected it to be in March. And because he hadn’t expected it, he chose to believe it must be something else like his allergies kicking in. He’d arrived early even for his standards, and he sat down and pulled out his briefcase and laptop. After he did this, he realized that he wasn’t feeling that good and he moved to his couch to just close his eyes for a minute to try and collect himself for the day ahead. Aaron was startled awake at the sound of tapping on his door. He sat up and the room spun in front of his eyes. The lamp by his desk particularly blurred his vision as he stumbled to the door. He felt hot all over and as he stood, a few beads of sweat moved down his back making him shiver. He hadn’t realized that he’d fallen asleep and was surprised to see y/n outside his door. He felt disoriented and said, “y/n? What are you doing here?”

y/n looked at him concerned and said, “I’m here to hang out before work like we always do. Sorry I’m late, something came up at the apartment and I had to deal with it. Are you okay sweetheart?” y/n observed Aaron with a careful eye. He looked flushed and his eyes seemed slightly glazed over. He was also perspiring even though he must have had his office thermostat down to its lowest setting. Hotch nodded and said, “Yeah just a little tired I guess.” He stepped farther back and couldn’t believe he’d forgotten about the fact that y/n was coming early. y/n slipped past him into the dim office. She was only a few inches away from his body when she noticed just how warm he felt, even from a distance. Once Aaron had closed the door with a soft click, y/n turned to face Hotch and placed a hand on his forehead. She could feel him burning up and was sure he was running a fever. She led him back to his couch and he sat down with a little grunt as y/n took his hand and said, “Aaron, you’re so warm. You can’t be feeling good right now.” Hotch tipped his head back and half closed his eyes and in his normal, stubborn fashion replied, “I’ll be fine y/n. It’s just allergies or something. If I drink some cool water and just sit for a minute I can make it through the day.” y/n frowned at him and his antics before saying, “Aaron, you run warm, but you don’t run that warm. Also, your shirt is sticking to your chest because you’re sweating from the heat, so unless you’re planning on staying cooped up in your office all day, everyone else is going to know how you feel too.”

Hotch groaned as he realized that his body was giving away with how bad he was currently feeling. His headache was back and he was longing for y/n to put her cool hand on his head again. y/n could see the look of defeat on his face. Ever since they’d had the conversation about his ankle and subsequent discussion about Aaron’s need for care just like everyone else, he’d started asking her for more help when he needed it. Today was another reminder that he could still feel the need to perform, even when he was sick, but that it was okay that he treated himself well too. That he wasn’t letting anyone down by needing some rest. y/n moved over to his desk and started neatly packing his things back into his briefcase and bag. By the time y/n was working on gathering his belongings, he was back on the cool couch and his heavy eyes were closed again. y/n pulled his suit jacket and tie up from the floor, it was the last thing she needed of his. y/n was grateful that she had brought all of her things up to his office. That meant that they could go straight to the car. When y/n had all of their things by the door, she moved back to the couch, gently touched Aaron’s shoulder, and said, “Aaron, can you get up? I’m gonna drive you home.” Hotch grumbled something that sounded like, “Just five more minutes,” and y/n huffed at how this sickness was making him feel. With a firm voice, y/n said, “Not five more minutes. If we play that game we’ll be here all day and then you’ll try and do work again or something. Now stand up for me.”

Hotch gave a slight groan but slid his feet to the floor and pushed his body off of the couch. y/n could see a sweat stain where his back had been and hustled him out the door before he could see it and made a fuss about germs or something else to keep him in the office. y/n was sure she looked funny with her bag and purse, plus Hotch’s suitcase along with her boss leaning into her slightly as she wrapped an arm around his back to take him down the short flight of stairs and toward the elevator. Again y/n was grateful that Aaron was slightly out of it as Rossi exited the elevator bank on his and Aaron’s floor. The older man looked over at y/n and mouthed, “What’s wrong with him?” y/n mouthed back, “He’s sick and throwing a fit. He wants to stay.” Dave nodded, rolled his eyes, and pulled out his phone, indicating that she should check it when she was free. y/n nodded and kept moving Aaron toward the exit.

The pair just missed the entrance of Emily, Derek, and Spencer which was a stroke of luck. y/n helped Hotch into the passenger seat of her car and dropped all of their things in the back then y/n slid into the driver's side and started the engine. Aaron had perked up once he was outside and he looked over to y/n and said, “Listen, sweetheart, I can drive myself. Really, I’ll be okay if I just get an hour or two of sleep.” y/n threw him a warm smile while looking up from her phone and said, “Aaron. Somehow I feel like if I’m not there watching you, you’re going to be working or trying to be productive. Now, to avoid that and you being sick for longer, which I know you hate, I’m going to take you home and watch after you. You’re running quite the temp and I want to take care of you, remember.” Aaron turned to y/n and smiled at her. He remembered in a hazy kind of way how much y/n cared for him in times when he could be stubborn and try and push himself. He’d ended up being much kinder to himself in the last month thanks to y/n’s care. That didn’t mean he didn’t still fall into his old habits, like today, but he had y/n to look out for his best interests, even if he didn’t always want to admit that in the moment. y/n heard her phone ping and she pulled it out of her exterior purse pocket. It was a message from Rossi that simply stated, “Take care of him. I’ll let an admin know that Aaron’s out with a cold - Dave.” y/n chuckled at how old school Rossi could be by signing his texts with his name like his contact wasn’t in her phone already. He was being helpful, however, by telling Patricia in admin about Hotch’s absence for the day. That ensured that she didn’t have to go into his computer and file a report for him explaining why he’d be out of the office today. From the way Hotch was lightly snoring in the seat next to her, y/n highly doubted he’d have the energy to request time off when he got home, and even if y/n had picked up on Aaron’s password for his state-sanctioned computer, it would be a high-level breach of protocol on her part to go anywhere near the device. y/n could only imagine the intel on the computer in Hotch’s briefcase behind her, and in some ways was happy not to have such a burden of knowledge on her shoulders.

The pair made it to Hotch’s apartment in good time despite the morning rush into town. y/n grabbed all of their things first and moved them inside Aaron’s first-floor apartment. If he was in his full faculties she knew he’d throw her a stern look and go back for their work things first and give some comment about the safety of sensitive information if she tried to get him inside first. He would be correct of course, but it was always funny that Aaron’s mannerisms had started to rub off on her with time. y/n wasn’t complaining. It made her a better and safer agent. She was surprised that the team hadn’t picked up on it yet though. After y/n dropped their things off inside the door, then turned to go back to Aaron. Hotch had woken from his light sleep when y/n gently closed her door. He had gotten out of the car and was walking down the sidewalk. His muscles were slightly achy as they always did when he got sick. He lifted his arms above his head and y/n flushed as his shirt revealed a small stripe of his tummy. The trail of hair that led from his belly button down to his nether regions was on clear display. It looked pressed down from his shirt and the sweat on his body and the sight had y/n sigh. She wished more than anything to just have it be the weekend and be laying next to Aaron with her hand under his sleeping shirt trailing her fingers through that strip of hair from his belly button and lower. Aaron noticed y/n freeze and he lowered his arms. He still wasn’t feeling good at all but couldn’t help but say as he stepped next to her, “Now looks who looks like they’re warm?” Hotch watched as the blush only worsened on y/n’s face and she said, “Ha ha. Now let’s get you inside and in bed, Sir.” That comment had Aaron’s eye widen and he sighed, putting his warm hand on y/n’s back leading them to the door.

Once inside, y/n took the lead and took Aaron’s hand in hers, a classic gesture that they had become accustomed to in either of their homes. At the beginning of the relationship, Aaron was so used to not touching in the office or on the plane that he would take his hand away out of instinct. But over time he got used to the feeling of their hands conjoined. After a long case or a hard or boring day in the office which was most of them. Aaron could hardly wait to feel the comfort and grounding presence of y/n’s hand in his. They would hold hands whenever possible at home, even if it was impractical. y/n took him into his room and Hotch sat on the cool bed. y/n moved her hand to his shirt and started to unbutton it for him as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops of his pants. This was the kind of soft intimacy that Aaron loved with y/n. She stripped his shirt from his body which was sticking to his skin slightly. When this was done, Aaron stood and slipped out of his pants. Now that he was home and he was in his room, the bed called him and he pulled the covers aside and dipped down to the cool mattress letting out a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes just as y/n leaned down, picked up his clothes, and moved to the laundry hamper to put them there. She then moved into the bathroom and grabbed a few towels. Two she dampened with cool water and wrung out and the last she kept dry. y/n moved back to the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed. Aaron was shivering slightly and y/n assumed it was because of his sweat cooling him off. He usually kept it pretty cold in his apartment. y/n gently pulled the covers off of him and used the dry towel to wipe off his sweat. Hotch didn’t open his eyes as y/n did this. He was so comfortable around her. He used to feel like he needed to look a certain way and act a certain way even outside of the office like with holding hands, but now he could do or act anyway around her, and she could do the same. Aaron’s eyes fluttered open when y/n placed the cool towels on his forehead and chest. y/n smiled at his half-lidded gaze and brushed his hair back with her hands and he murmured, “Thanks sweetheart.” y/ns smiled and said, “Of course love, now just rest.”

Once Aaron fell back to sleep, y/n got up and went back into the main room. She pulled out her laptop and sent in a request for a day off citing personal reasons as the cause. This wasn’t wholly a lie as taking care of Hotch was a personal reason to stay home for the day. y/n didn’t think about texting the team as she noticed some dishes in the sink and as she passed Jack’s room it seemed like it could use some picking up. y/n worked on the dishes first and then moved to the toys over the floor and bed of Jack’s bedroom. y/n knew that doing these small tasks would take a load off of Aaron’s shoulders later. These chores took about an hour and as y/n was walking out of Jack’s room, she got a call from Emily. y/n answered her phone and said, “Hey Em. How’s everything at the office?” Emily replied, “Well quiet for starters. You and Aaron are both out today. Apparently Hotch has a cold or something? Did you catch it too?” y/n thought quickly and pretended to not know that Aaron was sick and said, “Aaron is sick? Has that ever happened before? I swear he’s always in the office.” y/n heard Emily chuckle on the other end of the line and said, “Tell me about it. But anyway, what’s you’re excuse?” y/n through of a lie and said, “House problems. That drip in my ceiling from the workman redoing the unit upstairs turned into a river. I’ve been on the phone with maintenance and insurance for the last two hours.” There was a brief pause and Prentiss said, “Damn. Listen y/n, you’ve gotta get out of that place.” y/n laughed. She was happy to hear Emily and didn’t notice as Aaron moved out of his room. He’d taken Asperin which y/n had left on the table for him if he felt like he needed them. He was still very tired as he moved behind y/n with an empty glass and asked loudly enough for Em to hear Hotch ask, “Who’s on the phone, sweetheart?”

There was a heavy pause on the other end of the line before Emily said, “y/n, are you with Aaron. Did… did he just call you…” y/n quickly said, “Hey, gotta go Em. I’ll talk to you later” before quickly hanging up the phone. y/n turned to look at Aaron and his face took on a sheepish look as he asked, “I take it that was a member of the team?” y/n silently nodded before bursting out into a laugh and saying, “Aaron, how have we kept this a secret for so long and you’re the one who goes and says something about it? On the phone nonetheless?” Hotch couldn’t help but chuckle too as he placed his head in the crook of y/n’s neck. He inhaled her scent and said, “Can you blame me? I’m sick after all.” y/n scoffed; she could still feel the heat radiating off of him, and if he wasn’t so warm to the touch, she might have thought that he was doing this all to get them alone and out of the office. But Aaron would never do that. He was a great partner but also a workhorse and a dedicated employee. Aaron simply did not miss work, which was why y/n had to pressure and make sure he got home and rested. He’d be itching to get back to the office by tomorrow but he’d be out for longer if he overdid it now. y/n would have to think about his response about the team finding about them. She’d also need to think about her reaction, though y/n was sure most of that would depend on how the team responded. For now, y/n turned to Hotch and asked, “What are you doing up out of bed? You’re supposed to be resting.” Aaron stood back and replied, “Just getting some ice and another glass of water.” y/n smiled at him and said, “Okay, I’ll grab it for you. Now, you go lie down. I’ll be right there with some cold water.” Hotch nodded and walked back to his room. y/n moved toward the kitchen with a smile on her face. She wasn’t happy that Aaron was sick, just that he was so willing to let her help him. He was used to the notion that he needed to take care of everything himself, so letting her help him in these small ways was a big deal to y/n.

While y/n and Aaron were talking after y/n had hung up on Emily abruptly, Emily was standing in the center of the bullpen near her desk with her mouth slightly ajar and eyes wide with shock. Prentiss wasn’t even sure how to process what she had just heard on the phone. Em didn’t stay that way for long as Morgan came back from grabbing a cup of coffee and noticed her stunned state. Derek moved forward and said jokingly, “Well this is a rare sight. What’s got you all tongue-tied?” Emily gained her composure and said, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you?” Now Morgan’s interest was piqued and he raised an eyebrow stating, “Alright, try me, girlfriend.” Emily rolled her eyes at his nickname and said, “Well you know how Hotch is out sick today?” Derek nodded and Em continued, “Well I was just on the phone with y/n who is also missing…” Derek’s eyes widened as his brain connected the dots and he froze also. All the strong agent could say was, “No way,” Em nodded and said, “Well unless I have Hotch’s voice very wrong he just said ‘who’s on the phone sweetheart,’ to y/n.” Emily watched as Morgan’s eyes danced around for a second before he shook his head. Derek finally said, “Are you sure? What did y/n say?” At this point, Prentiss was smiling with the idea that y/n was seeing Aaron, just for the scandal of it all. She responded, “Not much. She said something came up, and she’d call me later, and then she hung up. If that’s not her trying to hide something then I don’t know what is.” Morgan let out a whistle and said, “Do you think she’s at his place or is he at hers?” That had Emily roll her eyes and say, “Well I’m not going to speculate about that right now. What I am going to do is go tell JJ about this. She will freak out.” Morgan agreed and said, “Do you think Rossi knows.” Prentiss replied, “Well we might just be freaking out. It could be something else you know. I might be reading into this.” Derek leveled a glare at her and Emily laughed, “Alright, you’re right. Listen, we can ask them tomorrow. Now, let me get to JJ and Garcia.” Derek let Emily past him.

Once Prentiss was gone, he crossed his arms over his chest. He considered that Aaron was dating y/n and took the concept a bit more seriously than Emily. He wanted to make sure everything was okay with that. Not only for Hotch and y/n but for the team. He knew from his time as a beat cop that interdepartmental relationships could get messy if and when things ended. The team had worked well in taking y/n into the fold and he didn’t want to see that ruined for a romance that was technically against the rules. Apart from the team dynamic, Derek was scared for Aaron who had been under some heat from the director. But his concern was more for y/n who was new. If she got caught up in something she could easily be transferred to a small department in West Texas somewhere where prostitution, cattle, and oil are the only things there. Morgan closed his eyes and took a breath and tried to put things in perspective. When he opened his eyes Rossi was looking down at him with a knowing look. The older profiler had heard Emily and JJ’s excited conversation in the next room over. Morgan just rolled his eyes. There was nothing for him to do now, so he went back to his desk and got back to work.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully for the team and y/n and Aaron. At 3:30 y/n went and picked up Jack and they had dinner in the kitchen while Hotch stayed as far away from them as he could while still keeping up some conversation. Jack was excited about the school play of Peter Pan that was coming up and y/n encouraged him in all things. Aaron couldn’t help but smile as he watched y/n and his son talk animately about what the play would entail. y/n opted to spend the night at Aaron’s the evening just in case he needed anything or his fever got way worse. That would also ensure that she could drop Jack off at school before heading to the office. That evening after Jack was in bed y/n attempted to climb in with Aaron but he sat up and said, “y/n if I’m sick and you sleep with me, then I’m going to get you sick sweetheart, and I promise you don’t want to feel like this.” y/n gave him a small pouty face. Although he looked much better than this morning he was still flushed and warm and he did look tired. y/n didn’t want him to worry about her, so she kissed his forehead, got him another towel for him to place on his face, and moved to the couch in the living room. She pulled a pillow and blanket from the closest and settled in for the night. y/n quickly fell asleep not aware of what was coming tomorrow at the office. The fact that Emily had heard what she heard had slipped out of her head as she had spent the rest of the day taking care of Aaron and Jack along with filling out some forms at Hotch’s desk in his home office.

The next morning came with soft daylight drifting into the living room where y/n was lying. She was woken by Aaron who ran his hand down her face and gently shook her shoulder. y/n smiled at him and noticed he was in his slacks and another white shirt. She stretched out her arms and legs and asked, “What time is it?” Hotch placed his hand on her shoulder and leaned down kissing her before saying, “6:25.” y/n hummed in response. She could feel that he was no longer warm. She could also smell his shaving cream which meant he’d gotten up early and got ready so she’d have time to use the shower and bathroom. y/n sat up and could also smell coffee. y/n leaned into Aaron and kissed him a bit more fervently, winding her hands into his short hair. When they pulled away he was flushed again and she ran a hand down his strong jaw as she moved to his bathroom. As y/n took a cool shower to wake herself up for the day, she considered just how kind Aaron was to her. The kindness she showed him he showered back on her in equal measure, if not more. Not on the field or in the office of course. There was never any favoritism, but outside of work they were there for each other and it felt so nice to have someone to fall back on on the hard days and someone to celebrate the good ones with.

y/n realized that her plan to drop Jack off was infeasible as Hotch had left his car in the Quantico lot yesterday as she drove him home. That meant that they both dropped Jack off and went to work together. This was a fact that wasn’t missed by Spencer or JJ who arrived at the office at the same time as them. Aaron moved up to his office like normal to see all that he’d missed while he was gone yesterday. y/n had asked him if it was a good idea for him to go back to work if he was possibly still sick, but he really felt like what he had yesterday was a twenty-four-hour bug, so y/n didn’t try and stop him. He mostly likely had a say in the sick day policy and y/n knew that she’d come in feeling lousy before, so to not be a hypocrite, she didn’t say much, just that she’d be looking out for him in case he started looking bad again. While Aaron went up to his office, y/n moved to her desk and she could feel a strange atmosphere in the air. There was a kind of excitement that she hadn’t expected coming back to the bullpen. Emily and Spencer seemed to look at her differently as she waved at them and said, “Good morning! I missed y’all yesterday. Did I miss anything good?” Spencer chuckled and said, “Oh yeah, you did. I’m sure Em will tell you about it later.” y/n smiled, she loved drama, but she didn’t realize that she was at the center of this one. She moved to her desk and wrapped up the last file she had been working on at Aaron’s yesterday. When she was finished with that, she moved to the staff room to refresh her coffee. y/n heard Emily and JJ come in behind her laughing and y/n turned around and said, “Hey, JJ, Em. Spence said that I missed some drama yesterday. Who was it? Is it Janet and Brandon again?” y/n sounded so excited and the two other agents in the room looked at each other and burst out laughing. y/n tilted her head and said, “Wait. What’s so funny? What’s going on you two?” The slight exasperation in y/n’s voice had Emily laugh even more and then the brunette replied, “Well does, ‘who’s on the phone sweetheart’ sound familiar?”

Once the words were out of Prentiss’s mouth y/n flushed deeply. y/n stammered a bit and that had JJ laugh and say, “I knew it! How long have you and Hotch been together?” Emily leaned against the counter and said, “Please, y/n. Spill the beans.” y/n had to let out a nervous chuckle and couldn’t believe that she had forgotten this was coming. y/n looked at her hands for a second and then back at her friends softly saying, “Almost a year now. We started considering ourselves official last April.” y/n’s statement had her two friends fall silent. Emily looked at y/n with surprise. Prentiss had expected it to be a few months, maybe four or five, but nearly a year was not what she’d assumed. JJ echoed the surprise and said, “That long? Where you planning on telling us?” y/n looked at their disappointed faces that had shifted from mirth to confusion and potentially hurt so quickly. y/n gave a small sigh and said honestly, “I never meant to keep it secret for so long. I don’t want to hide things from you guys.” Emily responded, “Well this was going on for a pretty long while y/n,” y/n nodded and replied, “I know. I know it has. When we started dating it was pretty soon after Haley. Aaron and I were good with it. But we didn’t want drama or blowback from everyone else. Not the team but the other departments. So we decided to just keep it between us for a while. And then I guess we just kind of fell into that pattern. It was nice. It was nice to have something just for us. I love you both. I love the whole team, but we know each other so well and so intimately. This gave us a place to just be us. But you and the whole team have supported me and Aaron so well. Always. And if you’re willing to support us in this too we’d be so happy. I can’t believe it took me so long to say something. I have so much to tell you both about us.”

Once y/n used Hotch’s first name in that tone, with such care and softness, JJ and Emily softened immediately. They hadn’t seen her look or sound that way before. As y/n spoke her words resonated and Emily stepped forward and asked, “Does he make you happy? That’s what’s most important to me. Because I’m sure you make him happy. He’s a lucky guy that he could get you. But are you happy with him?” y/n’s face broke out into a smile and replied, “I’m happier with Aaron than I’ve ever been before. You have no idea how good he makes me feel.” Hearing this, Prentiss and JJ smiled and moved forward to give y/n a hug. JJ said, “Well then I’m happy for you. But you better be ready for a lot of questions from us and Penelope over a few bottles of wine, y/n.” y/n smiled and replied, “You got it!”

While the ladies were chatting, Aaron got to his office and sat down. He, unlike y/n, was aware that he would have to explain things to the team. Or more like a certain member of the team who had shot him a disappointed look once he’d gotten into the office. When Aaron had his laptop out and had answered two of the most pressing emails the knock on the door shifted his attention. Hotch didn’t even say, come in, Derek just entered and stood at the door for a second before he closed it behind himself. Hotch looked up at his agent who stepped forward and placed his hands on his hips. Hotch pressed his lips together in a firm line as he extended the greeting, “Morgan.” Derek nodded and said, “Hotch.” Derek spent a moment testing out what he wanted to say, but finally just came out with, “What are you doing Hotch? What were all those trainings and mandatory workshops on professionalism about if you’re going to get into a relationship with not only the newest agent in the department but the youngest agent in the BAU? Explain the logic of that to me because it feels pretty hypocritical.” Hotch did his best to hold back the sigh he wanted to let out. This type of reaction was the exact reason why Aaron had been hesitant to let the team know in the first place. He understood that he was going against all of the things he had said and tried to demonstrate.

However, Aaron truly hadn’t meant to fall in love with y/n like he had. He’d tried to stop the feels at every turn. Hell, when y/n had joined the team he hardly believed in the concept of love anymore with how it had ended with Haley. But slowly, over time, the way Aaron had left about y/n shifted. There was a love there unlike any he’d ever seen before. It wasn’t anything dramatic. Not a damsel in distress or that a lust had come over him. It was in the little things y/n did for him and the team. y/n not only looked out for people in small ways but understood that she needed to take care of herself too. She personified not trying to pour from a cup half empty. It was rare to see someone be so aware of what they needed and when they needed to step away. Aaron thought it was very attractive that y/n knew herself so well. At the end of the day when the team asked each other in the elevator what they were doing that night, y/n would always confidently say, “Oh you know, _y/f/r/a_. How about y’all?” When y/n quickly realized that Aaron didn’t even seem to have any coping strategies apart from staying late in the office, she slowly started inviting him to join her for things she liked that helped her unwind. She never pressured him into anything. She never analyzed his patterns or made comments, and slowly Hotch had started to agree and had relaxed a bit. That was when he first realized his feelings for y/n might be deeper than just a simple affection.

Of course, explaining this all to Morgan didn’t feel appropriate or practical. It was he and y/n’s relationship and he didn’t feel like he had to justify it, although he could see where Derek was coming from. The best Aaron could answer Morgan’s question with was, “I didn’t intend it to be like this. And you see us in the office. We don’t flirt or act any differently than normal. And if what y/n and I have together started to affect how we act on the field then I would end it immediately. You can’t judge us on that. And it’s my private affair, Morgan.” The word came out hotter than Hotch intended, but he stood by them. Derek let out a huff and said, “Well it’s not your private affair anymore. You’re setting up rules that you get to break and we don’t? Well, y/n gets to break them too I guess. You might be our superior, but not in this Hotch. If those rules exist then they apply to you as well. And have you thought about y/n? Her role in all of this? You’re her boss whether you’re in a relationship or not.” Aaron flushed, suddenly angry that Morgan wouldn’t think that y/n was in the forefront of his mind at every moment. In every choice, he made going forward. Hotch was about to stand when the door opened again.

While Aaron and Morgan were having their argument upstairs, back in the breakroom y/n had honestly asked what she’d missed, and JJ and Emily had filled her in. Much to y/n’s joy there had been gossip about Janet and Brandon and she listened with rapt attention. While they were laughing about the antics in the department, JJ’s phone pinged and she pulled it from her pocket. JJ’s face dropped immediately when she read the text and y/n and Emily shifted their demeanor as well. y/n asked, “What is it, JJ?” The liaison looked up from her phone and said, “New case. This one seems urgent. It’s directly from the DA. A senator's daughter is missing and he’s running for re-election this year. The DA thinks there might be some connection. I’d better run up and print these files. Em, could you get the rest of the team, and y/n can you tell Hotch?” The two agents nodded and the trio left the break room with determination in their stride. It was fun to talk and chat, but when work needed to get done, they all switched to a serious mood.

Derek didn’t even need to turn around when someone else stepped into the office. From y/n’s distinct tread, he knew it was her. The exasperation that Morgan had been feeling seemed to slip away as he noticed the way Aaron looked at y/n. y/n stayed quiet. She could sense the tension in the air, and that it might be surrounding her. The silence lingered and Derek realized how Aaron looked at y/n. The look on Hotch’s face was one he hadn’t seen in a long time. He looked, happy. Not in a childish “I have a new toy kind of way,” but in a deeply contented and loving way. Morgan dropped his arms and stepped aside, that look on Aaron was enough for him to move aside. y/n stepped forward. She gave Derek a small smile and then looked at Hotch seriously as she said, “We have a case. An important one it seems. JJ is printing the files and we need you in the briefing room.” Aaron nodded and replied, “Okay. I’ll be there in a minute.” y/n nodded and Derek followed her out of the office, but not before giving Hotch a small nod. Not that he was fully onboard, but he could understand better now how much y/n meant to Aaron. Perhaps not only that, but how y/n had helped change Hotch for the better like she had helped the whole team with that. As the pair moved out of the office and toward the briefing room, Derek looked at y/n and asked, “So, how have you been?” y/n tucked a strand of her _y/c/h_ behind her ear and said, “I’m okay. It’s been an interesting day and it’s not even 11:00 yet.” Morgan chuckled and said, “Well, I think it will be okay. You’re a good person, y/n.” y/n smiled and replied, “Thanks, Morgan. You’re a good friend to me.”

Upstairs, Aaron secured his computer and grabbed a legal pad and pen. He and Rossi moved down the hallway together. Dave, whose suspicion had very much been proven correct jokingly said, “So, do you get her home by midnight every night?” Hearing Dave’s joke, Hotch froze. He knew Rossi was just being silly. It was part of his charm. Hotch scoffed and replied, “Maybe, maybe not. What about it?” Rossi moved forward, placed a hand on Aaron’s shoulder with a pat, and replied, “Well just let me know if you need a chaperone for your next date.” Aaron could only roll his eyes and say, “You’re as bad as Morgan, just in the opposite way.” Dave removed his hand and said, “Don’t worry about Derek. He’ll come around. I think we’re all just happy for you. Even if we won’t say it yet. Now, let’s get in there.” When Aaron walked in the room he felt like he was in high school for a moment as all eyes turned to him. He stopped in the doorway and flushed for a second. Emily and Penelope threw him grins but when his eyes landed on y/n he came to himself. y/n was giving him that soft smile that said, “Everything’s going to be alright.” Hotch took a breath knowing that it would be. If not what had they been working toward over the past few months of building a life together? Hotch moved forward, cleared his throat, and said, “This doesn’t seem to be our normal case. So let’s over over the information we have so far together then we can look at the information more closely before having another debrief.

The beginning look over the case information and lead so far was full of ideas and notes and the team did what it did best. After a few minutes, everything settled into its routine like always, and only when Hotch looked over at y/n did he feel himself flush a small bit, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The case so far, was. It dealt with children and a prominent political figure, so the pressure was on the team to solve this quickly. That on top of the mixed reception for the team to his and y/n’s relationship had Aaron feeling a bit antsy. When it came to looking at the files for a few minutes, Aaron moved to the table. It wasn’t a coincidence that the only open chair was next to y/n. Hotch sat down and pulled his chair into the table. He opened his file. y/n, as always, could tell that he was on edge. She took his hand under the table and gave it a soft squeeze. She kept her hand in his, and after a moment, Aaron took both of their hands and set them on the table. Now that the cat was out of the bag it just felt more comfortable that way. y/n took a second to smile at his actions and give his palm another squeeze as her eyes moved back to her file. The cat was out of the bag and Aaron didn’t mind or fear it now that it had happened. The BAU was like a family. They supported each other through life and changes including relationships. And with y/n beside him, he knew that they could make it through anything together.

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Fic Recs: Smut

Tohru/Kyo - First Time

i like my body when it is with your, by littlerosette E | Novelette A girl, a boy, and the evolution of desire.

Learn How to Knock, by BringBackMaes14 E | Short Story Tohru lives in a house with three guys, and she's hardcore crushing on Kyo. She uses what little privacy she can get to "take care" of herself, but it's not unusual for one of the boys to burst in when she needs them least. Or perhaps, most.

Melting, by vylias E | Short Story But as Kyo pressed his lips against hers, Tohru could tell that this time felt different. This one was somehow filled with more urgency and fire than all the previous kisses that they had shared.

Rainy Days and Alone Time, by BringBackMaes14 E | Short Story Kyo becomes comfortable being with Tohru while he's in his cat form, so they stay together and nap on rainy days, which leads to them sharing a bed, which leads to them dating, which leads to other things...

(note: many of the longfics, series, and oneshot Collections also cover their first time)

Tohru/Kyo - Longfics

A Mandatory Attraction, by cithara0211 E | WIP | also AU Government Quarantine is in effect! For 14 days, Tohru only has two things on her mind: her art and her hot new neighbor, Kyo. And Kyo has only one goal: finally making Tohru his

Always Only You, by cithara0211 E | WIP | also AU Finally back after being gone from nearly three years, Kyo enters his senior year ready to fix the mistakes he made that one summer. And upon seeing Kyo again, Tohru promised herself she would stop running from her feelings. Are they prepared for the crazy new desire eating at them?

inertia, by miss_coverly (series) E | Short Story | also angst a Kyoru friends with benefits AU

The Last One Cursed, by cithara0211 M | WIP | also drama & romance The life of a college musician is a rough one. Add in a partially broken curse and an unexpected attraction to his new roommate, and this new semester back in Japan might be more than Kyo could have ever expected to find for himself.

Sweet Disposition, by truthwallflower E | WIP Tohru wants Kyo and Kyo wants Tohru. Too bad neither of them know how to go about it. A story of how Kyo overestimates Tohru's naivety and of Tohru remembering Kyo being disappointed in her. Even relationships that have faced millennia-long curses aren't impervious to misunderstandings.

Tohru/Kyo - Kyo Alone

fantasize. E | Short Story Kyo’s mind runs rampant after seeing Tohru in a bikini for the first time.

forbidden fruit, by ArtificialFlavorz E | Short Story He watches, jaw set, as Tohru scribbles some numbers across the paper, twirling a piece of her hair around her finger absentmindedly, and tries not to picture how it would look wrapped around his hand, her neck arched backwards in pleasure. He decides he cannot blame Adam for the bite that expelled him from Eden.

Grasp, by sparklyfaerie M | Short Story As it turns out, living with a girl is dangerous.

My Hands on You is Just a Fantasy, by unscheduledmakeouts E | Short Story He likes exercising, it helps clear his mind. When it’s just him and the trail, high-tempo music pumping in his earbuds, he feels free. The steady rhythm of his feet hitting the dirt grounds him, reminds him that he’s strong and focused and capable. When he gets back home, Tohru is on her knees.

Tohru/Kyo - Series & Oneshot Collections

Everspring, by f3tid E | WIP Truthfully, the season and the weather are inconsequential. When they are together, it is always Spring.

This Air is Blessed, by KyoDoodles E | WIP | also humor A series of short, sweet and steamy post-canon fics about Kyo and Tohru’s life together.

Tohru and Kyo's Amorous Adventures, by OnigiriCat4Ever E | WIP Explicit pieces from the canon continuation series 'Always and Forever'

Tohru/Kyo - Everything Else

Eating Out With Your Wife, and Other Spousal Pleasures, by inheritanceofgeek E | Short Story | also humor Kyo and Tohru have been married for six months and their relationship has never been stronger or more fulfilling. Yet their previous ignorance to sex means that some things just never occur to them... Luckily for Kyo, his new Dojo just happens to have a happily married lesbian woman visiting who is more than happy to pass on some advice on the subject.

Fanning the Flame; Waking the Animal, by TripleTyrant E | Short Story Kyo is incredibly gentle, and Tohru wonders what she'll have to do to spark the fire she knows is in his heart.

Heaven, by vylias E | Short Story Tohru swallowed before slowly sliding herself off of Kyo’s lap and down onto the floor in front of the couch. Nestling herself in between his legs, she held his eyes as he watched her start to reach for his belt. Then she saw his breath catch and realization dawn on his face.

ignite it, by littlerosette E | Short Story Things get heavy between Kyo and Tohru in a storage closet.

Orgasm Struggles, by fishcalledwanda E | Short Story Tohru has never had an orgasm before. Kyo explores several ways to increase her pleasure, but eventually, it is Hanajima who comes to the rescue.

remedies for when you're feeling weak, by chicanerywrites E | Novelette It struck Kyo, in that very moment, that Tohru wasn’t blissfully unaware at all. The look in her eyes was permission and trust and maybe a little bit of want and so, with that fleeting thought, his lips covered her fingers too.

Kakeru/Yuki

at least i got you in my head, by yunsohno E | Short Story | also angst Yuki and Kakeru go to a party. Yuki wants things to be a bit more.

august, by reconquer M | Short Story “I’m hungry,” Kakeru says. “What about you?” “I guess I could eat,” Yuki mutters. “Well, good,” Kakeru grins. “Because it’s your turn to cook.”

desiderium, by tessohma M | WIP | also hurt/comfort & romance desiderium - an ardent longing or desire. A Yukeru friends with benefits AU.

did you know that frogs don't have ribs or diaphragms, by yunsohno E | Short Story Yuki and Kakeru have sex. And then they talk about frogs.

If I Ever Feel Better, by reconquer M | Short Story “You can crash here, it’s not a big deal.” “You seem too happy about this,” Yuki mutters. “Of course! I get to have a sleepover with my best buddy.” Kakeru winks at him and Yuki kicks the inside of his thigh again. Like he said. Hell

Kyo/Yuki

A Pretty Orange Color, by AnimeliaRose E | Epic Novel | also angst, drama, fluff & romance Yuki and Kyo end up spending some time alone together at the lake house, when they realise there is a fine line between love & hate.

How Can I Thank You, by SharkFairy77 E | Novella | also fluff As Kakeru's best man, Yuki has him and Maki over for a celebration dinner. Kyo, the loving boyfriend that he is, even agrees to cook… However begrudgingly. At the last minute, Kakeru asks if he can bring his sister Machi (Yuki's ex) along to dinner.

I Thank My God Every Time I Think of You, by GioGioStar E | WIP | also angst & drama Yuki Sohma was raised as a young Catholic to hate himself for his "sick feelings" while Kyo is the wild child. But when they cross paths, can they help each other in the important lessons both need or will their attempts have the ability to shatter their lives?

The Pursuit of Repeating History, by RiddleAfar E | Epic Novel | also angst, drama & romance In their third and final year of high school, Yuki and Kyo learn the hard way where their zodiac spirits end and they begin. *technically unfinished, but reaches a satisfying end and only has 1 chapter left (I think an epilogue?)

What Do You Want? by SharkFairy77 M | Novelette | also angst & hurt/comfort Akito tells Yuki about the bet a month into his relationship with Kyo.

Machi/Yuki

Broken Parts Made Whole, by inheritanceofgeek E | Novelette In which Yuki is an unrepentant bastard, and Machi gets the orgasm she deserves.

Helping Hands, by inheritanceofgeek E | Short Story Recently, Machi has been incapable of achieving orgasm. She decides to try out a new Sex Toy, but not even a Love Egg is up to the task! Luckily for her, she has the most patient and supportive boyfriend. Even if he is an arsehole 80% of the time.

Her Favorite Place M | Short Story As much as Yuki had always wanted to rid himself of the curse, once the bond had finally broke, life was… Lonelier than Yuki expected it to be. A lot lonelier. With the major exception of when Machi stayed over.

I'll Change My Routine (If You'll Hold My Hand), by DeathByFallenStar M | Short Story | also angst Machi goes to visit Yuki at college, mostly because she misses him.

like the flowers and the bees, by me E | WIP | also Momiji/Hiroshi, Saki/Kyo In a world without Tohru Honda, three couples explore intimacy as they fall in love, process their grief, and deal with the many twists and turns of life.

Mess, by Enjolchilles E | Flash Fiction Machi fantasizes after Yuki and Kakeru help her clean her room.

Other

I'll Be Ready, by OnigiriCat4Ever E | Hajime/Mutsuki | Novelette Four months have passed since Mutsuki kissed Hajime and told him he loved him; four months have passed since Hajime said it back. For Hajime's sake, the two of them have been taking things slowly, but Hajime is finally feeling comfortable enough to try a little bit more.

like the flowers and the bees, by me E | Momiji/Hiroshi & Saki/Kyo | WIP | also Machi/Yuki In a world without Tohru Honda, three couples explore intimacy as they fall in love, process their grief, and deal with the many twists and turns of life.

no one is lost, by emphasis E | Momiji/Ritsu | Short Story Momiji bumps into Ritsu at a gay bar.

Out to Play, by KyoDoodles E | Tohru/Haru/Kyo/Rin | Novella | also humor Kyo and Tohru are struggling to move their physical relationship forward, and they reach out to Haru for help. When Rin happily lends Haru to the couple during her weekend away, Haru becomes their Sex Sempai.

Spring Fever, by EmilNomel E | Tohru/Momiji | Novelette | also hurt/comfort Kyo is gone and a lonely Tohru goes to check on Momiji, who's home with a fever. But Tohru doesn't know that what Momiji has come down with is "Spring fever", thanks to his rabbit spirit wreaking havoc with his hormones. Momiji tries to keep her away, but once she arrives, the heat of the fever begins to overtake them both.

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writersblockbrb · 2 years ago

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Dreaming Of You

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: The spark Togo felt for Ryoba the day she helped him beat up a local gang never disappeared. After over 30 years she still holds a special place in his heart, and perhaps someone feels the same way.

Togo leaned on his bedside windowsill whilst smoking a cigarette. He gazed up at the night sky, thinking of her. He felt stupid for not being able to let go of the decades old memory of the married woman. He had his chance yet he couldn’t even build up the courage to confess his love to her.

Ryoba Aishi was the most beautiful name he had ever heard. Ryoba Aishi – the girl who was crazy enough – to help him fight off a local gang back in the 80s. Back then, Togo admired Ryoba’s courage yet at the same time was alarmed by it. How could a girl from a seemingly normal family be so bold? Ryoba was one of a kind, a once-in-a-lifetime woman for sure.

Togo took a hit, wondering if Ryoba ever reminisces on her moments with him as he does to her. Togo disregarded that thought: Ryoba was happily married. He deeply inhaled as he let his thoughts wander to senior prom of 1989.

“You want to go to prom with me?” Asked Ryoba with a dumbstruck expression, there weren’t many things that caught her off guard.

“Togo.. I'm sorry but my heart belongs to someone else.” The raven-haired girl spoke with remorse there weren’t many things that made her feel bad. Ryoba killed people weekly and felt nothing, yet her heart sank when she rejected one boy she didn’t even love. What was going on?

Togos’ smile slightly faltered, his grip on the bouquet he was holding tightened. He gritted his teeth at the sharp pain he felt in his heart. The delinquent slowly started laughing in a mocking tone to cover up any hint that Ryoba’s rejection hurt him.

"You actually thought I was asking you out to that stupid dance, huh? The guys dared me to do that shit for a good chunk of cash. Don't get me wrong though Ryoba, you're cool.” Togo swiftly threw the flowers to the ground and turned his heel. He felt his body tremble as he took deep breaths, trying to ignore his heart.

Ryoba watched him walk away with a bittersweet feeling. Something wasn’t right. Ryoba had won Jokichi’s heart and was now dating him, so why did she care about Togo’s feelings? Why did she care about the falter in his smile? Why was she standing feeling as if she were put on trail for her emotions?

Ryoba loved Jokichi, and only Jokichi right?

Then something in Ryoba’s head clicked and she no longer cared for how Togo felt. All that mattered was her boyfriend. She had done the impossible for him, Togo didn’t matter, nobody did. All that mattered was Ryoba’s love for Jokichi.

She went to walk in the opposite direction something forced her to pause. She turned her head and stared at the bouquet. What was it now? Why was she stopping? It was just a basic bouquet. She slowly looked around to see if anyone was watching her. Hastily, she scooped the bouquet up and hurried home.

Now, thirty years later, Ryoba sat by her kitchen windowsill. Her husband and daughter were sound asleep, the two of them symbolizing the life Ryoba had made for herself. She held a cup of tea in her hand, taking a sip every so often as she stared out at the night sky. In her other hand, she held a photo book filled with memories of her youth.

She took a sip of her hot tea before looking back down at the page she had settled at. A bittersweet feeling settling in her as she felt herself slightly smile. Despite them being pressed, those flowers still looked as beautiful as they did that spring evening back in 1989.

#yandere simulator #yandere #ryoba aishi #togo atatsuma #oneshot #angst #fluff #nostalgia #80s #yandere simulator 1980s mode #Spotify

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alicealder · 2 years ago

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i. "cast iron skillet" - jason isbell and the 400 unit // ii. tonight i'm someone else: essays; the end of longing - chelsea hodson // iii. "rx (medicate)" - theory of a deadman

( gdocs version since tumblr beta is super annoying )

quick stats !

full name: alice audrey alder

date of birth: september 17th, 1966

zodiac big three: virgo sun, pisces moon, libra rising, leo venus

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexual orientation: home of sexual

ethnicity: white

nationality: us american

religion: agnostic

languages spoken: english (5), spanish (4), latin (3)

enneagram: 2w3

mbti: enfj

temperament: phlegmatic

alignment: true neutral

refresher !

triggers: shitty parenting, the briefest implication of homophobia

Mom, Annabelle “Anne” Alder, kinda really sucks. I guess we’ll go with the version where she’s not a televangelist even though televangelism is super fun and was booming in the 1980s, I just think we know the other version better. Still a lil menty ill tho.

But Alice’s daddy, Allen, and sister, Alice 1.0, died a week before she was born so you know <3 hard to blame her tbh <3

Still weird that she was like “okay if I can’t have Alice 1.0 I’ll have Alice 2.0”

Momma Alder was like “you’re gonsta be perfect just like ur dad!” and Alice was like “okay how” and momma was like “uhhhh get good grades, be successful, marry a rich guy, be hot” and Alice was like “okay bet”

Mamma Alder also married a rich guy, our bestie Brian, who was like… 20 years her senior. So she had an affair with the poolboy. But honestly that stuff wasn’t too important in the great grand scheme of things – Brian was, though!

Anyway, Alice totes got good grades and was hot! But a rich guy wasn’t in her cards :\ Maybe a rich girl though!

Is Lux rich?

Fell in love with childhood friend Lux Lewis in late 1981 and it lasted around a year.. So that’s basically late sophomore - junior on her end, late freshman - sophomore on Lux’s.

Gradually phased out as Lux got closer to another lesbian we know 🤨(only we don’t know it IC 😔). But Alice was still Lux’s little bitch for the time being.

Idk if the Wonderland dance happened in this timeline... In any case, Lux going bitch mode after the lesbian ‘rumor’ was pinned on Alice still happened! So did the fight between Alice and Anne, though that was a few more months in. So did it getting worse when Alice was like *coach ben vc* hear that, furry little friends?! I’m GAYYY. *end vc* So did Brian leaving to go to a five-star retirement home.

Anyway, a slight change is that Brian paid the tuition, but Alice still went to live with Indigo… for the time being 🤨

update time !

triggers: drugs. so many drugs., some shitty parenting thrown in there considering brian’s involvement and (arguably!) indigo’s solution

Weed and alcohol weren’t entirely foreign – they were both present at basically all the parties thrown – but Alice had never partaken in them beyond a slight buzz. Up until, of course, the winter of 1983. Just to balance things out, right? Just to make the world seem a little chiller during the crux of her final year in high-school, right?

But all of the shit that came with it – related to Lux or not – eventually brought it to a null spot. And Brian (who didn’t think to ask anything about it), ever the caring father figure, offered what used to help him through his rough patches! A little pill!

As of right now, I’m basically just typing out the timeline I wrote down. So with nothing smooth to say, Alice found herself a regular Vicodin user by the Spring of 1984.

And, while all things preceding the date were stressful enough, that brings us to entering college! Yay! Brian’s started paying tuition and there was that huge blowout and she’s living with Indigo now, so on and so forth. Anyway, now that that’s been refreshed:

Fall of 1984… Maybe someone would point to Lux and the bullying. Maybe someone would point to Anne Alder, suddenly without child and husband. Maybe someone would point to the lack of a stable home. But the truth was that it was none of that, and it was all of that.

The first few months, Alice was doing her best to keep up. She was still keeping her grades way up, she was still working hard to maintain her friendships, she was still trying to keep up a semblance of a life – she would have been dubbed ‘functioning.’ But something… just broke. Seemingly out of nowhere, something cracked.

*It happened slowly, then all at once. General stress – stress that seemed normal – snapped. There were voices and delusions and–

–Brian’s donations weren’t enough anymore. After searching, after a chance finding, Alice crossed the snow line…

And it… worked. The stress had dissipated and life… it was so much better. As long as she rolled the snow up on the 8hr schedule it needed, life was beautiful!

For a while.

When Winter rolled around, it was plain for Indigo to see that Alice was not just smoking doobage. In fact, she wasn’t just smoking anything anymore – not if the cotton ball and shoelace had anything to say about it!

Thus, Indigo (real name: Angela), past groupie (who “Angie” by the Stones had clearly been written about) who had seen the dangerous outcomes firsthand, was… in essence, like, “Get your shit together!”

But if some missing money, pinpoint pupils, and a nod off that led to a close call with godsmack had anything to say about it… Alice was not, in fact, getting her shit together.

Indigo had never planned on being a mother, and though she was much more caring and empathetic than her sister, she wasn’t prepared for… how to deal with this (unless it was Eric Clapton who clearly got clean for her). At the end of the day, is anyone? Especially when the main source of said kid’s cost of living was coming from an indirect enabler? (See: Brian <3)

Not knowing what else to do if Alice wouldn’t agree to seek help, she made the hesitant decision to kick her out.

Lucky for Alice, there was one vacant house in Cherry where someone she knew had been able to claim squatter’s rights – that someone being Oliver (who, outside of alcohol and weed, could be considered a surprising straight-edge given what he’d seen his mom go through at the hands of SUD).

Yes, I’m connecting my two characters. Yes, I am using this cop-out. *Ariana Grande vc* And what about it?

When Spring rolled around, her role in ‘the gang’ was nearly non-existent, existing more as a ghost than a person. Which was about how life was going. Moving through it like a ghost, disconnected from the Earth, watching from a state of limbo, becoming a distant memory.

r/im14andthisisdeep

She still managed to get by in CCU, though not without strife and sliding grades. Speedballing helped, but even then, she was distracted.

Oliver tried giving her the movie star speech… which didn’t work, but it was worth a shot!

Fall came and so did sophomore year’s tuition payment… some of which was pocketed and spent on things that should not have been important as they felt.

Outside of that, it was largely uneventful. Just repetition of how life had been for the past… year and a half? But it wasn’t as fun as it used to be. And most bridges had burned themselves (hell, save for Brian, every bridge with family had burned down). And there would never be anything fun again, would there be? She stays in the routine, it’s normal. She breaks it and tries to get sober? At best, it’s boring. At worst, it’s hell on Earth. And she would choose routine over that any day! If she’d already lost most everything she could lose, why bother? The only things she had left were school (and she would be on academic probation in Spring – if she were kicked out… who cared anymore?), an empty house (was there much of a difference between an empty house – that desperately needed repairs – with one guy and a street?), the few bridges she hadn’t burned (a lighter would come eventually), and a beating heart (did it matter anymore?). Burn it down.

That was the prevailing thought until one Ford Freese entered the picture in early December, an offer to pay for a 30-day inpatient stay over the CCU winter break.

…winter break totally isn’t for deus ex machina purposes!

In any other case, she would’ve declined the offer with enthusiasm – some of the only enthusiasm she still showed! But the one thing she hadn’t thought of? The one thing she hadn’t thought to add to her list of things that could be stripped from her? Her freedom. Aha, don’t arrest me! Aha, I’m too sexy to go to jail for 7+ years!

Let it be known that he never actually threatened arrest – or anything even close! – but you see a man with a badge…

She entered rehab on the first day of their winter break. The methadone helped with the detox, but not with the… worth. Nonetheless, she walked out of rehab two days after CCU had begun the Spring semester.

A month later, she had ‘completed’ the outpatient program – during which she’d been doing her damndest to get off academic parole. Without any funding for something like a methadone clinic – or, I don’t know, a therapist? – it was her and her willpower!

And, credit where credit is due, staying sober due to a sense of obligation? Of ‘you did this grand gesture for me, I can do this one thing for you’? Well, it was working! Enough to get her to NA!

But, even nearly eight months later, everything feels rather askew. She’s part of the gang again, not a ghost… but is she? She’s back to her role of ‘great student’... but is she? Lux has lost her influence… but has she?

Well… Hollywoo Stars and Celebs! What Do They Know? Do they Know Things? Let’s Find Out!

updated tl;dr !

Alice started doing drugs about eight months earlier than her Cherry 1.0/2.0 counterparts.

She developed a tolerance to Vicodin and didn’t have the benefit of seeing Lux’s ghost because… Lux isn’t dead (or presumed dead), so she moved up the ladder of gateway drugs and, following a bit of a menty b in her freshman year of college, she started using smack.

Eventually got kicked out of Indigo’s house for understandable reasons and went to squat live with Oliver (deus ex machina!).

Yanno. shit happens!

Was not successfully enticed to enter recovery until Ford Freese offered to pay for rehab (and, even then, it was just because “oh this guy has a badge I don’t want to go to jail im so sexy for that aha”). Got clean.

Has been sober for nearly eight months now… mainly out of obligation!

But my favorite form of character growth is character descent :elmosmile:

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paulinawoodpecker · 11 months ago

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Mean men x the triple team

Mean men part 2:

Tad: Cady heron

Ramirez: Janis

Victoria: Damian

Victoria: (Damian) he always looks fierce. He always wins Spring Fling king.

Ramirez(Janis): Who cares?

Victoria(Damian): I care. Every year, the seniors throw this dance for the underclassmen called The Spring Fling. And whomsoever is elected Spring Fling King and Queen automatically becomes head of the Student Activities Committee. And since I am an active member of the Student Activities Committee, I would say, yeah, I care.

Ramirez(janis) : Wow, Victoria, you've truly out-smarted ourself.

Tad(cady): max, wait! I didn't mean for that to happen!

Max(Regina): To find out that everyone hates me? I don't care!

Tad(cady): max, please! Max, stop!

Max(Regina): No! Do you know what everyone says about you? They say that you're a home-schooled archeological freak, who's a less hot version of me! Yeah! So don't try to act so innocent! You can take that fake apology and shove it right up your hairy— [gets hit by a bus]

Tad(Cady): [voice-over] And that's how max mordon died.

Victoria(Damian): no one died!

Victoria(Damian): oh no he didn’t!

#tad the lost explorer #tadeo jones #mean girls #mean men

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cascadianights · 2 years ago

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Fuck being convinced to hate men because of the worst examples of them.

Fuck hating 50% of the population because of the way you assume they were raised.

Fuck trauma being exploited to feed into hate for a blanket group of people and separatist behavior.

Fuck acting like men are inherently unsafe monsters and being convinced that every shadow is a danger until nowhere feels safe and the real threats are lost.

Fuck acting like it's a fucking joke to love riding a cock or sucking a dick! Fuck acting like giant clits or little cocks or cut or uncut aren't all attractive as hell

My partner is gentle and soft and caring. He gives the best hugs, and cuddles. He's supportive and loving of everyone in his life, and he would do anything for the people he cares about. He was the quiet jock that would fight the bullies dumb enough to pick on people in front of him. He's quiet, but when he gets talking he'll lay out whole universes before you. People feel safe with him, I feel safe with him, the kids love him and they knock on our door and ask for us and the dogs to come out and play and he smiles and says yes even when he's exhausted. He understands math in an easy way I've never grocked, and he's hot as hell. I love his neck and forearms and biceps and stomach and hips and thighs. I love his confident smirk when he dominates me or makes me beg to come. I love the way he keens and moans and writhes when I make him beg instead.

My close friend (and ex) is one of the most masculine & straight men I know. He could pick me up and fuck me against the wall, and he can beat anyone in a fight bc he had to learn how to young, and he's let me twine flowers into his hair and he has the softest smile and even in our worst fights he never once used his size to tower over me. He showed me how to box, and he waxes romantic about queer and native philosophy and pedagogical theory while filling the walls of his home with color. He has 3 dog beds In His Car Alone for his senior dog that gets a monthly bath and 3 walks a day and anything his little heart desires. He spent a spring rescuing baby squirrels and he's spent evenings showing the next generation how to nurture controlled burns and whittle. He's an intellectual powerhouse that's working on indigenous CRT and a state bill and he tells the best stories and notices all the little things.

My best friend in high school was one of the most "popular" people in the grade, and he saw me looking lost and terrified on the first day of school and asked me to walk to homeroom with him. We used to ride bikes to the park and laugh and talk for hours on the swings. He put me in my place when I was being an asshole and he danced with me at homecomings and now he's out trying to save the world in DC. He's the only boy I was allowed to spend the night with, and we'd stay up all night playing video games and fall asleep on the couches. He always showed up, and he took me to Downtown Disney and the lights glittering in the dark for the first time. He's outspoken and funny and charismatic as hell.

Men are sexy! Men are gentle! Men are safe! It's OK to be queer as fuck and still love men. It's OK to acknowledge how many individuals suck or have done wrong by you without blaming an entire group. It's OK to want to be a man. It's OK to want to leave every bit of masculinity in yourself behind and still love it in others. It's OK to recreate what we prize as masculine.

Hating Men is a shortcut to hating parts of yourself & the people you love & a slippery slope towards TERFdom. It's OK to put it down.

#idk what to tag this but i sure needed to hear it for myself #queer #really ruminating on how many awful jokes i laughed along w or things i parroted or even sort of believed #really trying to dig out the reactionary shit from myself

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hotspringsseniorcare · 4 months ago

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deepinmummymatters · 2 years ago

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Keeping Your Cat Cool and Safe at Home This Summer

Every year, there is always a big fuss online for people to help keep their dogs cool in hot weather. And while this is massively important, it isn't only dogs that can struggle with the heat. As summers get warmer in the UK, taking care of your pets can be the difference between keeping them safe and healthy and taking a vet trip. Follow these tips for keeping your cat cool and safe this summer. Flea and Worm Treatment From 10 weeks of age, you should be using a monthly worm treatment for cats and flea protection. As the hotter weather sees a rise in fleas and ticks, prevention is better than cure and applying these treatments to your cat can help you to reduce the risk of them becoming infected or suffering severe side effects. Plus, preventing your cat from catching fleas will reduce the risk of a home infestation, meaning a cleaner living space for you too. Plenty of Shade Cats can overheat just other animals and humans too. Providing plenty of shade within your home for your cat to retreat when they become too hot is vital to help them cool down. Look at the design of your home and move your cat to a cooler space should you become cornered about how your home is affecting your cat in the heat. Cats cool down by licking themselves, hence the increased grooming in the summer, and providing a cool place for them to do this means they can cool down a lot quicker. Grooming While on the topic of cats grooming themselves, you also need to groom them regularly to remove loose fur from their coats. Extra fur can trap the heat, and it will take longer for them to cool down. Regularly brush them to remove excess or loose fur and help your cat stay cooler. Plus, you can help to keep your home fur-free as much as possible by targeting it right at the source. Hydration Hydration is essential for keeping your cat healthy in the summer. Some top tips for helping your cat to drink more when it's hot can include; - Moving their water bowl away from their food bowl and toileting areas - Changing their bowl to encourage increased drinking - Provide a running water source - Use multiple bowls around the house - Freeze spring water from cans of tuna or plain drinking water and add it to their water or food bowl. Keep Them In When the mercury rises, watch your cat to ensure they are comfortable in the heat. Keep them indoors during the hottest parts of the day if you need to. Temperatures above 20 degrees Celsius can be dangerous for cats and dogs. However, the hotter it gets, the higher the risk, especially for kittens, senior cats or those with existing health issues. Check Their Surroundings Cats can quickly succumb to heat effects when left in spaces that heat up quickly. It is important to always check your home for your cat so you know where they are. This is especially important if you have a conservatory, greenhouses, sun traps within your home or if your cat likes to go in the car. Temperatures in these spaces rise quickly, and your cat can overheat faster than it can cope with. Always check before locking doors that your cat isn't in any of these spaces in the hot weather. Conclusion As independent as some cats are, they still need support and guidance from their owners. Knowing how best to keep your cat safe in the summer can help you ensure they are fit and healthy and aren't negatively affected by the heat. Read the full article

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shanastoryteller · 3 years ago

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happy birthday!! 🎉🎊🥳 I'd love a continuation of the wwx as a girl prompt or otherwise the wangxian time travel au. hope you're having a lovely day!! ♥️🌻

a continuation of 1 2 3 4

Wei Wuxian bunks with A-jie because it's not like there's any other girl with a high enough rank. Neither of them care for that sort of thing, and their clan in particular is pretty lax about it, but they are surrounded by outsiders. Appearances matter here in a way that they don't when they're back home.

But she still wishes they could bunk with the boys. She bets A-Cheng and Huaisang are getting up to a bunch of trouble without her, uhg. Whatever. She hopes they get caught and Lan Wangji gives them the same glare he'd given her, all furious and dark and his skin flushed with anger -

Or. Well. No, she doesn't want - Lan Wangji shouldn't look at anyone else - at anyone like that! And really, if anyone is going to scold Jiang Cheng, it should be her. He is her fiance, after all.

Nevermind that usually she's the one getting them in trouble. Appearances, appearances.

"Do you want to get into some trouble?" she asks A-jie.

A-jie gives her the soft, disapproving look she's known for. Then, because no one is watching them, it splits into a grin that most would say is more at home on Wei Wuxian's face than her own. "What kind of trouble?"

"Let's start the search," she says eagerly, pulling off her white robes for her dark purple ones that will let her blend into the darkness.

Uncle Jiang says there are hot springs in the mountain that only senior disciples are allowed to use. If she an A-jie don't find them before A-Cheng does, they'll never hear the end of it.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #gays-of-the-lost-cities #untamed

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lovelyyy-luna · 3 years ago

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spring showers

pairing: (klitz x fem!reader)

fandom: the girl next door

pronouns: she/her

type: smut and kinda fluffy

warning: sex (p in v), eating out, hand job, blow job

word count: 3225

a/n: so I think this is one of the longest fics I've written. @mary-of-magdalene ne if you read this please dont bring it up at work.

date: april 28, 2022

masterlist

You've been friends with the guys since 6th grade. Ever since the four of you were in a science project together you've been inseparable ever since.

Now that you are in your senior year of high school nothing has changed. All of your popular classmates were always confused about why you would hang out with ‘those losers’. You were very pretty and that was all that the popular people could see.

Even though you had beauty you were just as nerdy and weird as the guys. You always wore baggy pants and big t-shirts that were what you were comfortable in. You never really wore makeup. You would rather sleep in than wake up early to put yourself together for dumbasses you never wanted to be around.

The guys never cared about what you looked like. As far as they were concerned you were one of the guys.

It was spring break and your parents decided that it would be good for you to go see your other family members so you went on a trip to Florida.

A week later you came back and you were a completely different person.

You came back on Sunday and only had one day of hangout time with your friends before going back to school.

They came over around noon with burgers. You opened the door and they couldn't speak.

“Wow,” Matt said.

“What?” you asked with defense.

“You just look so…” Klitz started.

“Hot,” Eli finished.

Klitz hit Eli on the arm causing him to grab it in pain.

“Different,” Klitz said, “you look different.”

“Is it a good different?” you ask.

“Of course, it's a good different,” Klitz says with reassurance.

You smile, “Well come on guys. Mom and dad are at those wine tours so they won't be back till way late. So that means we can just pig out and maybe catch a late-night showing of Dawn of the Dead.”

The nod and come into your home. Your house was always the main hangout. Your parents were never home and didn't care if you raided the liquor cabinet.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed some plates and you were all on the couch surrounding the tv.

The boys sat on the couch while you sat on the floor between them eating at the coffee table.

The tank top you were wearing was low cut and thin so that they could see the detail of your laced bra.

Klitz noticed the guys looking at you and he hit both of them.

You look back at them and they all just smile innocently, you turn back to the screen shaking your head.

The reason Klitz was being so protective towards you was that he called dibs on you back in 6th grade.

Klitz was head over heels about you. The guys knew that but couldn't help looking at you that way.

“So um Y/N how was Florida?” Klitz asks.

“Oh, it was fun! It was great seeing my family. I missed my cousins so much,” you got up from the floor and when you did the guys again couldn't stop staring at your ass, “I also got you guys some presents.”

You walk away and go up to your room.

“Klitz if you don't make a move now I might,” Eli says.

That comment filled Klitz with jealousy but quickly went away when he saw you coming downstairs.

“Okay I know these are super cheesy but you know me and I had to get them,” you handed them each a keychain with their name on it.

“For you Klitz, I had to do a little DIY project because no one had one with your name on it.”

He looked at the keychain and it was gold with palm trees on it, his name was written out in your handwriting. He didn't tell you it then but it was something he'd cherish forever, for now, he thanked you for the gift.

You then sat squished between them on the couch as you pulled out the photos you developed while over in Florida.

Most of the photos were of the Florida scenery and then there were photos of you and your cousins in bikinis. Your cousins were a couple of years older than you and had perfect model bodies.

By the looks of it, the guys were staring at your cousins but Klitz was just staring at you.

Whenever you all went swimming you would just wear a shirt and shorts. He'd never seen you with so few clothes on, it made him tight in his pants.

You kept going on and on about the warmish waters and how a lot of the old guys over there would only wear speedos making you all laugh.

You asked about what they did for spring break and they went on about the movies they snuck in to see and the new episodes of their shows they binged watched.

It got late and the late-night showing was about to start and so you excused yourself and went to go get ready.

You put on some black sweatpants and kept your tank top on and then grabbed your bag and hoodie.

You quickly walked downstairs and didn't notice that your boobs were bouncing up and down and the guys were at the bottom walking for you with their mouths wide open.

“You guys ready?” you ask.

They all nod and you walk out to the driveway and pile into your car.

Klitz sat upfront with you and Matt and Eli sat in the back.

Your mixtape that Klitz made for you last summer was playing as you cruise through your neighborhood.

You sang along quietly to that one Avril Lavigne song that always annoyed Klitz but he secretly started loving it because it reminded him of you.

You parked behind the theater and Matt and Eli unlocked and opened the doors and you were about to do the same when Klitz stopped you.

The guys continued out and said that they'll get the tickets.

“What's up?” you ask him.

“Um, uh, Y/N would you…”

You leaned in closer to him above your center console.

“...mind loaning me like $3 for an icee?”

In your mind and your heart you got a little sad at his question but put on a happy face, “yeah of course but you owe me.”

The two of you get out of the car and head over to the ticket booth where the guys were waiting.

You took your ticket and went inside to get in the snack line, the guys stayed outside.

“So did you ask her out?” Matt asked.

“Nah I chickened out.”

“Oh come on man! You've been in love with her since 6th grade. That's 7 years. Just ask her on a date,” Eli said.

Matt then pulled Eli aside and whispered in his ear and Eli's eyes lit up and he said, “Perfect.”

“What?” Klitz asked.

“Eli and I are going to go. You and Y/N enjoy the movie.”

“Wait what? You guys are just going to bail?” he asked.

“We are not bailing, just giving you guys alone time,” Eli said

Before he had time to say anything the guys left him alone outside the theater.

You poke your head out of the doors, “Hey! Are you ready?” you scan the area just seeing Klitz standing there, “where are the guys?”

“Oh um they had to go.”

“Oh, well do they need a ride?”

“No, they said they were going to walk. They wanted us to enjoy the movie.”

“Oh okay, well let's get going, the previews are almost up,” you said with a smile. He walked behind you and you both sat in the theater. There were some other people in the movies but not a lot.

The lights dimmed and the movie started. The movie is going great and then the two of you reach for the popcorn at the same time. It was like a cheesy romcom. You quickly looked at him and smiled, he smiled back at you.

You were done with popcorn and you lifted the armrest that was between the two of you. You then wrapped your arm around his and laid your head on his shoulder.

You never told anyone, not even the other guys, that you had a huge crush on Klitz. But you think they knew because they always tried to find a way to leave you both alone.

You cuddled into him and he finally relaxed and placed his head on yours.

Then the movie was over. It was great and scary.

You both walked to the car and just sat in there.

It was a little awkward the two of you just sitting there alone.

You turned to him and he was already staring at you and shyly smiled at you. His lips looked so soft and you wanted to taste them.

“Klitz?” you ask softly.

“Yeah?” he responded with the same tone.

Can I kiss you?

“Did you, um, enjoy the movie?”

“Yeah, I did. Did you?”

You nod, “I think my favorite part was when she gave birth to the zombie baby.”

He laughs at what you said.

You started thinking about what your cousins and you talked about over your vacation. You asked them tons of questions about what guys like and they told you that guys respond positively to a lot of confidence.

So with your newfound boost of confidence, you decided to just go for it and think about the consequences later.

“Klitzy?”

He always got weak when you called him that, “Hmm?”

“Close your eyes.”

He did as he was told and you shifted yourself in your seat and leaned over the console and lightly placed your lips on his.

He was taken back. He moved his head in shock but to you, you thought that meant he didn't want you.

“Oh, shit Klitz I'm sorry I don't know what came over me. I'll just drop you off at home,” you were super embarrassed.

“What? No Y/N I'm sorry it's just that you took me by surprise. I wanted that to happen,” he was panicking and he leaned over to you and grabbed your face with both of his hands and kissed you. The kiss was deep and passionate.

You didn't want it to end so you pushed him back to his seat and swung your leg over and straddled him.

He places his hand on your hips and you take that as a sign to slowly grind into him.

He groaned against your kiss and that turned you on so much.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth and he tasted sweet from the icee and salty front of the popcorn. He then removed his hand from your waist and was trying to find the lever to lean back. When he lifted it sent you crushing him but he didn't mind.

You detach your lips from his and sit up. He was looking up at you like you were a goddess and he could not stop admiring you.

You lift your tank top off and reveal your black lace bra, a smile appears on his face and he pulls back down and kisses you again.

He started to shift in the seat and the next thing you knew you were the one laying in the seat and he was on top of you.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist and you pulled him in for a kiss and he started to trail away from your lips and down your neck.

He nipped at your sweet spot causing you to moan and then he placed kisses along your neck. He swiftly undoes your bra and the next thing you knew was that you were topless.

A wave of embarrassment came over you and Klitz took notice. He placed his forehead on yours and whispered, “You are so fucking beautiful. Can I show you how beautiful I think you are?”

You nod with a slight whimper.

“Good girl.”

He moved the seat back so he had more room and then he peppered kisses down your chest and stomach. He slid your sweats off and then your underwear.

Again you were embarrassed. You were completely naked in front of your best friend. He continued with the kisses and separated your legs. You were already dripping and he got even harder than before. He kissed your thighs and then started to get closer to your core. He looked up at you for approval and you nod breathlessly.

He licked up your slit and it caused you to moan loudly. He did that a few times and then circled his tongue around your clit and started to suck lightly on it.

It drove you crazy, you snaked your hand down to the top of his head and grabbed a fistful of his hair pulling him closer to your core.

He grazed his long fingers against your entrance and put one finger in and pumped it in and out of you curling it against your sweet spot

He started to speed up when he heard you moaning on the verge of screaming. You were blubbering his name when you came all over his face.

He took his fingers out and sucked the juices off. When he came out between your legs his glasses were fogged up, he took his glasses off and wiped them off with the bottom of his shirt.

You sat up and grabbed him so his body was between your naked legs, you undid his belt and then his pants. You shimmied him out of them and you looked up at him in awe. He was big, long, and thick. From the way he looked, you honestly never would have guessed that his dick was that perfect.

You wrapped your hands around him and slowly started to pump him but he stopped you. You looked up at him confused but he bent down to your face and whispered, “Get in the back of the car now.”

You nod and slide back there. He then also comes in the back and pulls his pants down.

You then get on your knees in the back seat and pump him into your mouth. His salty precum coated his tip and the back of your throat.

He groaned and put his hand on the back of your head forcing himself down your throat.

Once you got him nice and coated he took you off of him and then grabbed his wallet out of his pants. He took the shiny golden packet out of the wallet and you started to get nervous.

He looked over at you, “Hey if you don't wanna do this we don't have to.”

“No, I want to. I'm just a little nervous.”

“Okay. Dont worry,” he leans over to his lightly kissing your lips, “I'll take care of you.”

He then aggressively grabs your waist and pulls you down so that you're lying flat on the back seats.

He spread your legs and finished rolling the condom on and then positioned himself at your entrance. You gave him the go-ahead and he put himself inside you.

“Oh god baby you're so tight,” he said grunting.

He gave you a second to get used to his size and then he started to move slowly.

“Please Klitzy go fast,” you whimper.

He nods breathlessly and pounds into you.

He was shaking the car and the only thing that can be seen from the outside is the fogged-up windows with your handprints on them.

With every thrust he made he hit your sweet spot and you knew you weren't going to last.

You grabbed onto his shoulders for dear life.

“Fuck K-klitz im cumming.”

“Yeah? You're gonna cum? You're gonna cum all over my cock?”

You nod with a whimper, you couldn't hold it any longer so you let go and a few moments later he came as well.

Once the two of you came down from your highs he put his pants back on and opened the car door. He stepped out of the car with the condom and walked it over to the garbage.

You sat on the edge of the back seat putting your clothes back on as you let the cool spring air come over you. He sprinted back and the two of you just smiled at each other.

His glasses were hanging low on his nose so you pushed them back up you then cupped his face and kissed him.

You part away from the kiss, “I love you Klitzy.”

“I love you too Y/N,” he kissed you again, “How about I drive us home?”

You nod and you go to the passenger side and he slides into the driver's side.

He starts the car and drives you home.

The drive was nice and you were just staring out the window while Klitz kept glancing over at you smiling.

When you reached your home, he walked you to your front door and you opened the front door. You glance around the front of the driveway and your parent's car wasn't there. You still haven't turned your phone back on from the movie.

So when you check your text messages there was one from your mom saying that they'll be staying the night out by the winery.

You turned to him, “So Klitzy, my parents won't be home till tomorrow. Would you wanna spend the night?”

He gave you a big smile and picked you up by the waist causing you to squeal in delight. He carried you into the house and kicked the front door closed.

You went upstairs and the both of you were ready for round two.

The morning light woke him up. When he looked around he was confused about where he was and then he looked down and saw you cuddling into him.

He shimmied down so your noses were touching and he lightly kissed you awake.

You woke up smiling and he moved on to kiss your face.

“Baby I just woke up,” you whined.

“So did I. how about we skip school and just stay here all day?”

“Klitz we can't do that,” you turn to look at the alarm clock, “the guys are going to be here any minute. So we gotta get ready.”

You sit up and swing your legs off the bed, he wraps his arms around your waist and then kisses your side.

“Klitz comes up, we gotta get up.”

You wiggle out of his arms and start getting dressed, he groans in annoyance but gets up and gets his clothes on.

You both walked downstairs with your backpacks on and the guys were coming up the driveway.

“SO lovebirds, how was the movie?” Matt asked.

You both chuckle, “it was good,” you say and he nods in agreement.

You all pile in the car again and Eli speaks up, “Y/N I like those new neck accessories. Klitzy give those just for you?”

You look in the rearview mirror and notice all the hickies placed around your neck.

You look over at him and playfully hit him in the arm.

You started to drive off but all you could think about was how much you loved him.

♡please like comment and/or reblog♡ wanna be tagged? (X)

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witchwyfe · 3 years ago

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left hand free | rc

| pairing: (non canon) rafe cameron x female reader

| genre: fluff, college rafe

| content warnings: swearing, mommy kink mention sorta

| précis: just a lil collection of spring break moments w rafe

| word count: 1,238

The conversation in the car is quiet, hushed as to not wake you up. Your head rests on Rafe’s shoulder, lolling forwards every few minutes, which he gently pushes back.

Senior year spring break, you, Rafe, and a handful of friends had come together from all your respective colleges and are staying at the Cameron home in Nassau.

A bump in the road makes you stir slightly, shifting in your seat. Rafe stiffens his body, not wanting to disrupt your sleep in the last five minutes before you reach the destination.

Once the car comes to a stop in the expansive driveway, is when everyone starts filtering out. Rafe and you are the last ones, him being extra careful to unbuckle your seatbelt and maneuver you out of the backseat of the rental car.

“Rafe?” You murmur, sleep stained on your face.

“Shh, go back to sleep baby.” He whispers, hoisting you up to settle on his hip so he’s holding you like a small child. He slides your purse over his other shoulder and shoves your phone into his pocket.

You do as he says, locking your arms around his neck and nuzzling your face into his shoulder.

“Good girl.” He praises as he carries you inside, ignoring the quiet teasing from Topper and Kelce. He makes it to the room that you guys are sharing and sets you down on the plush mattress.

A drowsy murmur of his name falls from your lips, hands clenching around the hem of his t-shirt. His lips hush your grumbles, moving delicately against yours. He carefully settles your underneath the sheets, tugging them up to your chin.

“Rafe—” He kisses you again, knowing you’re just worried about sleeping while he has to deal with all your belongings that are still in the car.

“Relax baby, I got it. Get some rest.” His lips are felt at your forehead, nose, and lips before he flicks the lamp off.

Goodnight.

“Sweetheart, please! Go in the water with me!” Rafe’s whines resemble that of a child’s, earning him an eye roll and annoyed sigh from you.

“I told you, I’m not hot enough yet. Let me lay out for a little longer then I’ll be happy to swim with you.” You push your sunglass back up the bridge of your nose, as if finalizing your statement.

“You’re hot enough.” He smirks, messing with the backwards cap he’d shoved onto his head. The second roll of your eyes in the past five minutes, is covered by the tinted plastic adorning your face.

It’s silent for a moment, before your body is being lifted into the air with the help of strong arms, who undoubtedly belong to your boyfriend. His footsteps are fast, racing across the hot sand to the cool relief of green saltwater.

“Rafe,” You scold harshly, ramming your sunglasses into the twisted tendrils of your hair. “If you don’t put me down, I won’t let you touch me for the rest of this vacation.”

Your threat is enough to make him freeze for a second, momentarily snubbing his prank. His arms lower, bringing your tense form with them, crashing into the chilled waves, water submerging you from the waist down.

“You threw me in the water.” You say lamely. He can’t contain the laughs that spill from his lips. “Asshole.”

“I told you to swim with me.” He says. “I’m not an asshole, just good at getting what I want.”

The part of your lips foreshadows another snarky comment, so his lips race to smash against yours, kissing away any trace of a pout. “And technically,” He murmurs against your mouth. “I did put you down, so I don’t have to keep my hands off you for our vacation.” And just to punctuate his statement, his hand travels down to your ass, giving it a light pat.

Just when you’re about to bring your hands to the back of his neck, something slimy whooshes past your calf, a shriek falling from your lips as you yank the appendage out of the water.

“Rafe, a fish!” You say weakly, hurtling yourself into his embrace, scrambling up his body until you can lock your legs around his waist. You cling to him, too terrified with the prospect of another gilled creature brushing against you, to care about how cowardly you’re acting.

“Oh, so now you want me to touch you.” He trills, a teasing tint to his words as he wraps his arms around your torso.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

Rafe had finally decided to lay out with you, or rather on you. He’s napping after a game of beach volleyball, in which your team had beat his (he was pretending it didn’t bother him). His hat is now on your head, your fingers gently running through his salt-water tinged locks.

His cheek is pressed against your chest, arms wrapped around your waist. You can’t even find it in yourself to complain about it being too hot to cuddle, your boyfriend just looks so cute snuggled up on you.

So, for a long time you lounge, book in one hand, and the other placed in Rafe’s hair. Eventually, the alarm you’d set for sunscreen reapplication, goes off, ringing loudly at the bottom of your beach tote. Rafe startles with a groan, nuzzling his face into your neck at the loud noise.

“What is that?” He whines. “Can you shut it off?”

“Sunscreen babe,” You remind him, sitting up; much to his chagrin. He tries to push you to lay back down, with his body, but you’re already up and reaching for aforementioned sunblock.

“Faster we do this, faster you can lay back down.” You tell him, brushing the hair off his forehead.

He nods solemnly, like a small child given instructions. He adjust himself to sit in front of you, watching as you spray sunscreen everywhere, and helping when it comes to your back.

“Your turn.” You hand him the bottle, but he gives you a sheepish grin.

“Can you do it?”

You sigh, shaking your head in mock disbelief. “My big baby,” You coo, pushing him to stand up. You spray it on for him, but he has to hunch down when you do his face, and you take your time rubbing the cream lotion into his squinting features.

“Hey Cameron, when mommy’s done putting on your sunscreen, you wanna toss the ball around!?” Kelce calls, standing with a snickering Topper.

“Fuck off bro, you’re jealous!” Rafe retorts. “And don’t call her that, only I can.”

“Rafael.” You hiss. “Shut the fuck up. You don’t need to be telling everyone that.”

“Sorry baby,” He grins cheekily. “Or should I say mommy?”

“No, you should not.”

“It’s too early to be awake.” You complain, pressing your face into your hands while Rafe works with the coffeemaker.

“We saw the sunset the other night, I wanna see sunrise too.” Rafe tells you, pouring you a mug. He adds everything in that you like, before sliding it across the counter to you.

“You can.” You pout. “And I can go back to sleep.”

“I wanna see it with you,” He says pointedly.

“You’re such a fucking sap,” You grin, reveling in the way his cheeks bloom pink.

“You love it,” He throws back, scooping you up and tossing you over his shoulder.

“C’mon pretty girl, let’s go see the sunrise.”

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the one with all the firsts, part 2: carrot cake and class As

Synopsis: Eddie drives down to Illinois for Chrissy's birthday weekend.

Word count: 12k! (hefty)

Warnings: 18+ for hard drug use, explicit sexual content (loss of virginity, PIV sex, oral) language, mentions of eating disorders, period typical attitudes

Author's note: read part one of this fic here. For my other works set in this AU, visit my masterlist.

Chrissy’s always disliked her birth month. February - a dull, drab, frigid month, when the holidays are long-gone and spring seems like it isn’t coming after all. The worst time of the year.

February, for Chrissy, has always been a month that signifies getting up for school in the morning while it’s still pitch black out. A month of waiting for the bus all bundled up and shivering in the damp, chilly air. A month of soggy socks and muddy feet after running the mile on the wet field in gym, of stomachs growling in math class and not fitting into birthday dresses.

Last year, for her eighteenth birthday, her mom hired out the function room at the church. Chrissy had attended a lot of parties in that room over the course of her life, and there was nothing about it she didn’t hate - the stale smell, the dark green carpet, the dingy panel lighting. It was the furthest thing from a party atmosphere you could think of.

All of her family and friends came. She remembers getting wasted from a secret hip flask filled with vodka that she’d stuffed under her dress, and her mom never suspected a thing. She remembers going to the bathroom to throw up and hearing two of her friends from the cheer squad applying lipstick in the mirrors outside, talking loudly about their latest fucks. Drunk and jealous and spiteful, she’d come out of the cubicle and scolded them, told them they were acting like sluts. By that point in senior year, she recalls, she’d just about stopped letting Jason touch her altogether.

Chrissy only set eyes on her eighteenth birthday cake once. It was large and rectangular, iced in baby pink and edged in white and after she’d blown all of the candles out, her mom had cut it into little square pieces to give out to the guests.

“You don’t want to ruin your dress, sweetie.” Laura had said, voice sweeter than piped buttercream and exchanging knowing looks with the other girl’s moms as she’d tucked a slice of it away in a folded serviette and slipped it into her handbag. “We’ll take some home and freeze it.”

Laura shot her daughter one of those faux-sympathetic smiles she was so damn good at and Chrissy knew then that she’d never see that cake again. By that time, though, the alcohol was already at home in her bloodstream and she couldn’t bring herself to care. No one back then had ever told her that you aren’t supposed to drink vodka on an empty stomach.

Chrissy’s party dress was green and shiny with poofy sleeves and a big bow on the chest. When she’d tried it on in her room a few weeks before she’d fallen in love, but out there in front of everyone? Being looked at and having photos taken of her, Pastor Michael eyeing the dress’s hem and Laura’s grip on her shoulder just a little too tight - she’d just wanted to disappear.

A few days later, Eddie drove her to the mall after school to get the film developed, and they ate hot dogs in his van in the parking lot while they waited for it to be done. Eddie let her tear a page out of his chem notes to wipe the grease off the frank before she took a bite. It’s okay that I’m eating this, Chrissy had reasoned with herself. I’m making up for the birthday cake.

He’d insisted she let him see the photographs of her in the dress, smiling to himself as he carded through them - even at the one of her and Jason, and he said it looked like a fun party. She’d just smiled back and resisted the urge to tell him she’d choose eating greasy hotdogs in a parking lot with him over attending her own birthday party any day of the week.

Chrissy doesn’t think that Eddie knows any of this. He must be smarter than she gives him credit for though, because about a week before he’s due to drive down to Illinois he gets a brainwave and swings by the Family Video after work to ask Steve Harrington for advice. Unlike the guys in his band, Harrington is the only guy friend Eddie’s got in Hawkins who actually reliably gets girls, so Eddie figures he’ll be best to ask.

“She’s probably gonna be really sad,” Eddie explains as he plonks himself up on the store counter (much to Steve’s disdain), swinging his big, clunky boots out in front of him. “You know, first time away from home and all. So I wanna do something that’ll cheer her up. But if she thinks I’m trying to make it into a ‘big deal’ or whatever” - he waves his hand around and rolls his eyes - “she’ll get mad at me. So it’s gotta be low-key.”

Eddie may not know all of the details but he isn’t dense, especially not when it comes to how Chrissy’s feeling. He knows this birthday is going to feel pretty different from her last, what with everything that happened between her and her family at Christmas. And she doesn’t exactly have her big group of friends from school anymore, either. Besides, it wouldn’t be too far out of reach to think that the girl with an estranged relationship with cake didn’t care much for her birthday.

Steve puts his price gun down and walks over to the register.

“What about taking her out for dinner?” He muses, as if reading his mind. “Doesn’t have to be someplace fancy.”

Eddie shakes his head.

“Nah, that won’t work.”

Steve gives him a weird look.

“Why not?”

It can’t involve food, Eddie’s decided. After what she’d revealed to him not six weeks ago, the last thing he’d want to do is to pick the wrong place and send the girl into a meltdown on her birthday.

“Uh,” Eddie struggles to come up with a cover. “She has… allergies?”

Steve scoffs at him.

“Just say you’re broke, man.”

“Hey, I earn more than you do, jerkwad.”

“Whatever.”

“How about jewelry?” Steve wonders, reaching behind Eddie to grab a pack of dusters and a spray bottle of pledge. Eddie sighs. It’s true - that would be the obvious choice.

“I got her jewelry at Christmas.” He says.

“Hmm.” Steve takes out a duster and throws the packet back to Eddie, who silently takes one out and starts helping without being asked. “Chocolate?” Steve says. “Every girl likes chocolate.”

Not Chrissy, unfortunately. Well… actually. Eddie’s willing to bet that she does like it, even if he knows she’d probably have a hard time receiving it, much less eating it.

“It’s a birthday present, not a ‘sorry you got your period’ present.” He snarks.

“Touché.”

“Come on Harrington,” Eddie grumbles, tugging at his wild hair in frustration. “I thought you were supposed to be God’s gift to women.”

Someone snorts behind him and Eddie whips round to see Robin Buckley standing in the staffroom doorway. Eddie’s never spoken to her before, but he knows through Steve that she works here, too.

“Not if the last six months have been anything to go by.” Robin says, walking towards them with a stack of what looks like sci-fi tucked under her arm. “I mean, have you seen any women around here lately? No offence, Steve.” She adds, shooting Steve an apologetic look.

“Nope, you’re right.” Steve shakes his head with a sigh and Eddie watches his luxurious mane of hair flopping back and forth atop his head. “I’m actually starting to think my virginity’s growing back.”

“Fucking idiot.” Eddie tells him, before abruptly turning his head to address the girl behind him. “Anyway. Robin, right?” he asks, gesturing towards her with an open palm. She nods.

“Look,” Eddie begins. “I’m trying to get my g-” - he breaks off, clearing his throat - “trying to get this girl a birthday gift. Needs to be something special. She probably won’t be getting a ton of gifts from people this year.” He clarifies the last part, and Robin shoots him a quizzical look.

Steve pops his head up at this too.

“How come?” He inquires.

Eddie’s surprised he doesn’t know, given how fast gossip seems to travel in the jock community.

“Uh, you remember how she went all uh, incommunicado for a while, last year?”

“What, after you pulled off whatever satanic ritual it was that made her leave Carver for you, you mean?” Steve pipes up. Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, it was after all that. Well, she lost a ton of friends. Kinda my fault, I guess.” He adds, and Steve looks a little trite.

“Hey man, you know that’s not what I meant.”

“Nah, you’re good, Harrington.” Eddie smiles, clapping his hands together. “Anyway. Figured the least I could do was get her something special.”

Cogs starting turning in Steve’s head - Eddie can tell, because he looks like he’s in acute pain.

“Hey,” he starts, and Eddie leans forward on his elbows, one eyebrow quirked. “At risk of hearing something about your freaky demonic sex life I really do not wanna know, have you thought about getting Chrissy, like, lingerie?”

Oh man. Had he ever.

“Uh, duh,” Eddie says, like it’s a no brainer, which it is. “‘Course I have. I just don’t think it’s exactly, y’know, appropriate.”

“Why not?” Steve challenges. “You’re a big hairy man now, Munson.” - Steve reaches out to clap him on the back - “You’re sleeping with this girl after all.”

Well, not technically. Not yet. But again, Steve doesn’t need to know that part.

“Yeah,” he concedes. “But she’s gonna be sad on her birthday, man. I don’t wanna be that guy that gets the tone all wrong and gives the sad girl sexy panties, or whatever. Oh and uh, say Chrissy’s name and the world ‘lingerie’ in the same sentence ever again and I’ll blind you.” He adds cheerfully, and Steve holds both of his hands up in surrender.

“Wait, Chrissy Cunningham?” Robin butts in suddenly, and both boys turn sharply to look at her, almost forgetting she’d been there. “Your not-girlfriend is Chrissy Cunningham?” She repeats, staring at Eddie with an expression that can only be described as sheer bewilderment.

Eddie shrugs and scratches at the back of his neck.

“Yeah?”

“You didn’t know that?” Steve directs at her.

“No?” She retorts. “What the fuck.”

Eddie feels his ears getting hot. Looks like he and Chrissy have been better at keeping things low-key than he thought.

“Look, just get her something personal, okay?” Steve says finally, glancing over his shoulder and lowering his voice as the first customer in over an hour walks through the shop door. “Doesn’t have to be some big romantic gesture. Something you know she likes.” Steve shoos him down from the counter as he slips behind it to take the bemused customer’s return. “And if all else fails, just get her flowers.” He adds.

Huh. Eddie hates to admit it, but neither one is too bad of an idea.

“And stop coming in here if you’re not gonna rent something!” Steve yells after him when he’s halfway outside, and Eddie stops in the doorway and turns.

“Come on Harrington,” he drawls, a slow grin making its way across his face. “We both know you’d miss me too much.”

With that, he strolls out to his car, leaving a disgruntled Steve and an even more perplexed looking Robin standing behind the register.

“Chrissy Cunningham?” She mutters again in a mixture of disgust and awe, eyeing him darkly as he skids out of the parking lot in his beat-up old van. “Steve, explain straight people to me again because how the hell did Eddie Munson get a girl like that?”

Steve scratches at his neck, watching Eddie’s dust retreating into the distance.

“I don’t know either.” He admits. “But he must be unbelievable in bed.”

—---------

The week drags out slow like the tick of an exam clock until Friday finally rolls around, the day Eddie’s due to drive down to Illinois. Chrissy’s restless all day.

He’ll get off work around six, Eddie tells her, then he’ll go home and grab his stuff, probably take a shower and eat something before he sets off. He can miss the rush hour traffic that way and still get there for around eleven, he says, eleven thirty at the latest. It goes around on a loop in Chrissy’s head all afternoon like a mantra. She does the crawl to it at swim practice, studies to it in the library, repeats it over and over again in class when she’s supposed to be paying attention to the lecturer. Ever since their little late-night phone sex venture the other week, Chrissy’s mind has been preoccupied to say the least.

There’s been no mention of it in conversation since it happened, their phone calls filled instead with regular, everyday things, like how her classes are going, and swim meets and about his job, and the places they might go when he’s down to visit. If she didn’t know any better, Chrissy could almost believe he’s forgotten about it altogether.

Of course Eddie hasn’t. For a good few days after it happens, he walks around the house like he’s some kind of zombie. He makes careless mistakes at work, and Wayne gets mad at him for daydreaming at the dinner table. There’s something that tells him not to bring it up with her again, though, as if talking about it would break some kind of spell.

Chrissy knows sex is going to be good with Eddie. She used to be pretty scared of it, back in school, having heard from a few of the other girls that it had hurt for them, or that their boyfriends hadn’t been considerate. She’d heard some of those boys talking about the girls they’d fucked as if they were conquests, had even heard Jason laughing along with them, and she remembers the dismal realisation that that was probably how Jason viewed her, too.

He used to get pushy with her, sometimes. Especially after he’d had a drink. Chrissy didn’t like it, but there was a small part of her that felt good, even though she’d never say it, to know that he wanted her.

Sometimes, back in summer, mostly, when she and Eddie spent nearly every day together, she’d wished he would be pushy like Jason was. Sometimes she’d wished he’d just try something, just once. She thinks maybe she would’ve let him, even though it would’ve ruined things, because at least then she’d know she was desired. There were times that summer, after Eddie had dropped her off home, kiss-bruised but otherwise undefiled, when she’d thought about calling him up and screaming WHY DIDN’T YOU FUCK ME. You had the chance. I would’ve let you. Even though it would’ve ruined everything I would’ve let you. Do you even like me at all?

She sees things differently now. She used to think that it was because Jason loved her so much that he couldn’t keep his hands off her, but the truth is that Eddie Munson was burning up inside her for long before she’d even viewed him as a viable option, and he’d never once touched her without permission. Sweet, gentle Eddie, who wouldn’t even let her kiss him until she’d broken up with Jason. Not until it was honorable.

Chrissy’s glad she waited.

—---------

It’s been dark a while by the time she finally walks home from campus, homework all done for the week. She takes a shower, the scalding hot water a tonic for her aching muscles. She’s tired, she realises. Bone-tired. Classes aren’t getting any easier. And she’s been swimming a lot lately.

The chill of the unheated dorm block hits like a brick wall the minute she steps out, and she hurries back to her room to change into warm sweatpants and fuzzy socks. She doesn’t bother to take the five minutes to blast her wet hair with the dryer. She sits down on the bed, and she really doesn’t mean to fall asleep but she must do, because the next thing she’s aware of is the mattress dipping and Eddie’s soft voice coming from somewhere above.

“Hey, sorry to wake you,” he’s whispering, slipping under the sheets beside her. He smells of the outside, stripped down to a t-shirt and boxers, hands and face freezing cold but his body warm and delicious.

“Ed?” she croaks groggily, trying to sit up and orient herself. The room’s dark. “How’d you get in?”

“Some guy buzzed me inside,” he murmurs, jostling the single bed as he shifts around, pushing Chrissy further back into the wall. “One of your hall-mates, I think.”

“I’m so sorry I fell asleep.” She says as she grabs around for him blindly. Her hands find solid chest and she sinks into his embrace, body relaxing instantly.

“Hey, hey, no…” he shushes her gently. “You must’ve needed it.”

They talk for a while in the dark - conversations Chrissy won’t have any recollection of in the morning - until she falls back to sleep. Eddie lays there a while staring at the ceiling, enjoying finally having her sleeping on his chest again until he’s drifting, too.

—---------

The next day is February fourteenth. They sleep like the dead, waking late in the morning to weak winter sun and the windows dripping condensation. Neither of them mention the date.

After breakfast they get bundled up against the cold and take a bus all the way to Missouri. Eddie scored tickets to a concert he thought Chrissy might like: Warlock.

“It’s a chick front woman.” He tells her on the bus, leg bouncing up and down in feverish agitation. “I think you’ll like some of their songs. They’re from Germany. They supported Dio on their European tour last year.”

“Cool!” Chrissy chirps. She likes listening to Eddie talk about things she knows nothing about. It’s honestly kind of soothing.

This’ll be her first metal concert. She’s not exactly nervous - apprehensive might be the better word. She didn’t know there were girl singers in metal.

“Not many,” Eddie tells her. “But this girl is cool. You’ll see.”

The bus ride is two hours but they still get there crazy early, which was sort of in his plan all along. St Louis is foggy and chilly, perfect for hunkering down exploring record stores and thrift stores and musty smelling antique stores - all high on Eddie’s list of favourite things to do. Chrissy loses him pretty quick to a labyrinth of dusty books and old, faded record sleeves. She wanders the aisles of the junk shop they’re in, turning over trinkets in her hands and trying to figure out what exactly it is that she likes to do.

She likes swimming, she thinks. She enjoys the repetitiveness of it at least, the meditative nature of sinking into the water and switching your mind off, trusting your body with the movements. She likes how distant and echoey everything sounds down there. She likes the smell of chlorine, and how deeply she sleeps the nights after she has practice. Her coach gave her a leaflet about the best foods to eat before and after training, and she likes having a set of guidelines to follow given to her by someone she trusts.

New Year really has felt like a rebirth of sorts. Most of the time, Chrissy feels like a newborn calf stumbling around in the hay. Weak, but hopeful. Learning how to live.

Neither of them buy anything the whole day, but Chrissy finds a yellowed photograph of a woman from the dust bowl era, and she can’t really explain why but she loves it. She’s standing in front of her porch with no shoes on, wearing a long, floaty, floral dress. She’s beautiful. The guy behind the counter tells her she can have it for free.

—---------

After that, Eddie takes her to a little back-alley bar to meet up with some people he knows before the concert.

“I’ve got some friends I’d like you to meet,” he’d revealed on the way there, leading her down a side street by the hand. “If that’s okay?” He’d glanced at her tentatively at her over his shoulder, half expecting her to say no, but she’d agreed.

She’s nervous walking in, having never formally hung out with any of Eddie’s friends before, but as it turns out they're the first ones there.

“You should eat something,” Eddie tells her as she orders a beer. “You need to line your stomach if you’re gonna be drinking.”

Chrissy’s gut twists. They haven’t had any lunch, and she is hungry, but… new people. New environment. Greasy bar food. All of it makes her nervous.

Eddie must guess, because he whispers, “Wanna share?”

Chrissy nods gratefully, and he turns to the bartender and orders them a burger and fries, and a whisky and coke for himself.

“Starting on the hard stuff, huh?” She jokes as they slide into one of the brown leather booths near the back of the room, drinks in hand.

Eddie shrugs airily, an easy smile making its way onto his face. “Ehh. Figured we deserve to have a little fun tonight.”

Chrissy grins back at him.

It’s a cozy little bar - small and narrow, the walls all made of exposed brick giving it a dingy but intimate feel. There’s a jukebox by their table playing rock music. There are other metalhead types in, Chrissy notices, but there are regular-looking people as well. A real mixed crowd.

Their food comes out and Eddie splits the plate up with a practiced ease. Chrissy gets all the fries, and he gets the beef burger, which she hates, (but not before he dutifully hands over the pickles, which she loves).

She’s two beers in and full of salty carbs by the time Eddie’s friends arrive, and decidedly less nervous than when she walked in an hour ago. It’s not long before she realises there was never any need to be nervous in the first place.

There are three of them - two guys and a girl, all about Chrissy’s age, all metalheads. They greet her like she’s an old friend - the girl, Tracy, even gives her a hug - and Chrissy’s cheeks turn pink with pleasure when she realises Eddie’s already told them about her.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Tracy says as she pulls back from the embrace. Her hands, painted with chipped black nail polish, remain tight around Chrissy’s shoulders. “Wow, you’re pretty!”

“Oh! Um, thank you!” Chrissy replies shyly. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

“I’m sorry, Chris - I should’ve said.” Eddie interrupts, leaning across the table to place his own hand on Chrissy’s arm. “These guys and I meet up a lot at concerts in different states.” He explains. “That’s how we all met, actually. At a Metallica concert a few years back.”

“Oh, I see! That’s cool.” She says, smiling at them.

Chrissy always thought that the “guys” Eddie would talk about going to concerts with were the guys from his band, but it would seem that Eddie had friends all over the place.

“I used to go to everything on my own,” one of the guys, Ian, tells her. “Before I met these guys, that is. I was one of the only metalheads in my school.”

Chrissy giggles. “So was Eddie!”

“Guess I found my tribe.” Eddie smiles softly, clapping Ian on the back.

She watches him fondly across the booth as he catches up with his gang. His tribe. Back in high school Chrissy may have been the popular one out of the two of them, but Eddie’s got more true friends than she ever did. It shouldn’t surprise her, either - Eddie was always kind. Always welcoming. He had been with her after all, hadn’t he?

More drinks keep appearing in front of her and everybody’s talking over each other and Chrissy’s keeping up until she isn’t. At some point, Eddie must notice she’s overwhelmed, because he catches her eye and makes a little cigarette sign with his fingers and jerks his head towards the door. She follows him out into the alleyway, the gasp of cold air a relief against her hot skin. It’s gotten dark out.

“I could see you as a big city boy.”

It’s the first thing she says to him, shoving her hands into her warm pockets as they lean against the outside wall. Eddie lights up his cigarette and laughs.

“St Louis is hardly the big city.”

“You know what I mean.” She says. “It suits you.”

Chrissy’s not lying. It does suit him - being here where the culture and the art and the music is. Where finding your clothes at the bottom of an old trunk at the thrift store is seen as something cool, something edgy, not as something shameful you have to do only if you can’t afford to buy new. Chrissy’s always pictured him finding a life in the city. Maybe not here in Missouri, but somewhere else. Like New York, or maybe Chicago.

Eddie just shrugs.

“One day, maybe.”

She watches him take a big drag and let the smoke go. He looks handsome in his leather jacket, the fuzzy orange street light softening all the hard angles that make up his face.

“Hey,” she suddenly finds herself saying. “I got you a Valentine's present.”

Eddie snorts a little but he doesn’t smile.

“Oh yeah?” Chrissy nods at him bashfully. “What’s that, princess?”

She goes fishing in her purse until she finds what she’s looking for. She pulls it out - a perfectly wrapped joint. Eddie’s name is written on the paper in her signature pink, glittery pen, and she’s drawn him a little heart. He takes it from her and turns it over in his hand, examining the craftsmanship. There’s a slightly bemused look on his face.

“Where’dya get that?” He wonders.

She shrugs.

“Made it.”

“Yeah, but with what? You pinch some of my stuff?”

“No, of course not!”

“So where’dya get it?” Eddie repeats, and a smile tugs at the corner of Chrissy’s mouth.

“From my dealer, of course.” She says simply, and his mouth drops open into an incredulous grin.

“You have a new dealer?!”

She’s not sure why he’s so surprised. Yeah, Eddie had been the one to introduce her to weed (sort of - she’d taken a puff or two at a few parties before she met him), but that didn’t mean she couldn’t smoke it on her own.

“What, am I not good enough now or something?” He says, only mostly joking, and to her absolute delight Chrissy realises he’s jealous.

“Eddie,” she begins, trying not to smile too wide. “We live in different states now. I have to get it from somewhere.”

He says nothing.

“I rolled it up real nice for you.” She offers, pointing out her handiwork, which she’s actually pretty proud of. “See?”

Smoking without Eddie is easy, but having to roll her own joints has proved that bit trickier.

“Hmph,” is all he says, and Chrissy’s positively gleeful.

“What?!” She says finally, unable to stop herself from all-out beaming.

“Thought you only smoked with me.” Eddie grumbles, smacking her shoulder with his so she stumbles a little. But he’s smiling in the dark now, too. Chrissy can tell by the way his voice sounds.

“Are you jealous?” She asks, pretending to be affronted, even though she already knows the answer.

Eddie scoffs.

“Look, all I’m saying is that not every dealer is gonna be as gentlemanly as I am-”

“Gentlemanly?!” Chrissy interjects with a disbelieving scoff of her own. He is gentlemanly, and she’d tell absolutely anyone that, just not Eddie himself. Not to his face, anyway.

“I’m telling you, Chris,” he continues, and she watches the glow of his cigarette waving about as he talks with his hands. “Your standard garden-variety dealer is as sleazy as they come. He probably thinks if he gives you enough free shit then he can get lucky-”

Chrissy pushes him hard, and he stumbles back off the pavement.

“What was that for?!”

“You’re being gross.” She says firmly. “Plus, you sure are talking some shit for a guy who’s not my boyfriend.”

She probably wouldn’t have said it if she hadn’t had four beers, but then again, Eddie probably wouldn’t have said what he did next, either:

“Yeah, well, maybe today we change that.”

Chrissy grins then, so hard it could probably split her ears, and it’s not the big, scary, serious moment that she’s been building it up to be in her head for the past six months.

“Whadda you say, Cunningham, huh?”

Her heart races.

“Sure, Eddie.”

“You for real?”

He might act cocky, but Chrissy knows Eddie well enough by now to know that he would never ask her for anything he wasn’t a hundred percent sure she was going to say yes to, and even when she does say yes he still has to double check anyway.

“Yes.” She says.

And that’s it. No fanfare, no fireworks, he’s just her boyfriend now. It’s something they probably should’ve talked about a while ago, she realises, but in that moment they’re both just glad they did it at all.

“So you wanna help me smoke this bad boy or what?” Eddie says, hardly missing a beat.

“Nah, it’s yours.” Chrissy tells him. There’s a confidence instilled into her chest that wasn’t there before. “Like I said. Consider it a Valentine’s day gift.”

—---------

The concert is loud and a little overwhelming if she’s honest, but Eddie sticks close behind her the whole time, arms slung around her waist and making sure she doesn’t get lost in the crowd even though she can tell he really wants to jump around like a madman. He even lets her get up on his shoulders at one point, which is kind of scary but also pretty cool.

Doro, the singer, is pretty cool too. She’s wearing chains and black leather but her hair is pretty and long, and even though she’s got one of those deep, powerful rock voices, Chrissy thinks there’s something kind of beautiful about it.

She’s never been in a room with so many people who look like Eddie before. It’s not everyone, mind. There are guys there with short hair and ordinary clothes and there are even some girls dressed a little like her. Chrissy always thought she’d feel so, so out of place at a metal concert, sticking out like a sore thumb, but everyone’s just lost in the music. They’re not looking at her at all.

Eddie asks her afterwards how she liked it.

“It was good!” She tells him as they file out of the building, gripping onto his arm so as not to lose him. In a crowd of this many long-haired, leather wearing metalheads, she’s not too sure she’d find him again.

“You don’t have to say that.” He says kindly, but she finds she’s not lying - not even a little bit.

“No, I’m serious actually. It was a lot of fun.”

There’s an afterparty going on at the apartment of one of Ian’s friends. They fall in step behind the rest of the group and Eddie whispers that they can just get a motel or something if she doesn’t want to go but she tells him no, she wants to hang out with his friends. Eddie looks so happy that Chrissy can’t help but grin, too. They take the metro downtown and get stares from people, and she finds herself delighting in it because this isn’t Hawkins - no one knows them here. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.

The party’s already in full swing by the time they arrive. Three college guys live in the apartment - Ian’s friends. He and Tracy both go to college here.

Eddie’s mouth is at her ear as they walk through the front door.

“This is probably more your scene, huh?”

Chrissy hasn’t been to a lot of parties since she started at SIU, but the ones she has attended have been a little… uptight. This one bears a much closer resemblance to the high school keg parties she remembers from her cheer days - rammed to the rafters with people, half empty pizza boxes and spilled cans of beer littering every surface you can see. The music’s noisy and people are wasted, but what Eddie says is true - Chrissy kind of likes that in a party. Walking into a place like this doesn’t feel too dissimilar to walking down the busy high street in St Louis. You’re anonymous.

They sit on the floor in the living room sipping beer, Chrissy half in Eddie’s lap and talking to Tracy about college, while Eddie gets wrapped up in conversation with someone else about the concert. A little later, when she wanders through into the kitchen to find more drinks, Chrissy gets accosted by a girl with purple hair who nods towards Eddie in the next room and then back at her.

“You guys are such a hot couple,” she says, throwing Chrissy a flirty grin that she’s never been on the receiving end of from another girl before. “I don’t know which of you I’m more jealous of.”

Chrissy’s eyebrows nearly come off the top of her head. It’s friendly, at least she thinks, but it’s brazen, too, and she feels herself getting red as she stutters out an “oh, thank you!” with a little giggle. She grabs herself a beer off the side and another one for Eddie, and by the time she makes her way back to where they’re sitting some of the guys Eddie’s talking to have pulled out a bag of what looks to be cocaine.

She watches with curiosity as they tip the contents of little baggy onto a shiny silver tray on the coffee table. Ian crushes it up really fine with the razor blade he wears on a chain around his neck, before forming small lines in the powder. Some of the guys take it, some of them don’t.

Eddie looks extremely unfazed by what’s going on two people down from him, which is probably about right, all things considered. It doesn’t bother Chrissy at all, but she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t slightly jarring to see this part of Eddie’s world first-hand, and to see him looking so comfortable there. She hands him the beer and scoots back in beside him, tucking herself against the wall between him and Tracy as she tries to pick up the conversation from where she’d left it ten minutes ago. She cracks open her beer.

Chrissy and Eddie have drunk plenty of beer together in their time. Smoked a lot of pot, too. Never enough to get wasted, though, and never enough pot to get her out of her mind. At parties, sure, but never with him. They only ever did enough to let themselves pretend they weren’t in some dead-end town in Indiana.

They’re not in Hawkins tonight, though, and for once, Chrissy’s ready to get a little wasted. Get a little out of her mind. She’s not too sure how many more beers she gets to the bottom of before the curiosity eventually gets the better of her and she’s whispering in Eddie’s ear, “can I try some?”

By now, things are a little quieter, and they’ve migrated to a couple of shabby old armchairs in the centre of the room. She’s in his lap, playing with his rings as he has a conversation with Ian next to him. Eddie laughs against her neck and it sends a trail of goosebumps across her skin.

“You wanna try the blow?” He murmurs.

Ian’s cutting up lines on the table again and Chrissy’s watching him, the conversations that are happening around her all but tuned out.

“Yeah.” She whispers.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He says steadily, shifting her off him slightly to lean forward over the table. “Someone pass me the bag.”

No one's paying any attention to them, Chrissy notices, relieved. The music’s loud and everybody’s talkative and far too occupied with each other to pay them any mind. No one cares if this is her first time doing it or not.

“I don’t wanna snort one of those big lines.” She says quickly, grabbing Eddie’s hand as he goes to reach inside the bag. “Looks like it hurts.”

“Shouldn’t hurt,” he assures her. “Not if you crush it up small enough. But here, you wanna do it like this, for your first time. Ready?”

Chrissy nods, and he sticks his finger into the bag, telling her to open her mouth. Here goes nothing, she thinks. Gently, he rubs the substance onto her gums.

It looks like sugar but it tastes bitter, and still she sucks every bit of it off his finger, letting out an exhilarated little giggle just before he leans in for a kiss. It feels funny, her mouth quickly becoming numb, like she’s about to get a filling. She’s laughing when she breaks away but Eddie’s serious, looking up at her with those big, dark eyes.

Every so often, Chrissy has moments where she can’t quite believe that this is her real life. Now is one of them, sitting in Eddie Munson’s lap at a party in a different state, surrounded by metalheads and sucking coke off of his skull ring.

She’s having those moments a lot more frequently of late. Like when she’d told him she loved him over the phone three weeks ago and then she’d heard him come. Or just before, outside the bar before the concert when he’d asked her to be his girlfriend. It feels surreal.

After he makes sure she’s okay, Eddie takes some too. It’s kind of hot to watch, him scraping the white powder into a thin line with a practiced hand, rolling up a piece of paper and pushing it along the surface as he inhales it through his nose. After he’s done, he tips his head back and closes his eyes.

All of a sudden Chrissy’s feeling flushed, skin hot and her heart beating fast, and she doesn’t know what’s part of the drug and what’s Eddie. She’s overcome with the urge to kiss him, right there on the gross, stained armchair in front of everyone, which isn’t something she’d ever normally do but she’s going in for it before she can stop herself. Eddie doesn’t mind. She grinds down on his lap, nipping at his neck and whispering in her ear. It’s dirty shit, more renditions of what was said on the phone the other night. What she's gonna do to him. What she wants him to do to her. They’re in their own little world.

They stay up all night like that. Chrissy feels a little guilty that she’s not making more of an effort to talk to people besides him, but Eddie clearly doesn’t mind all that much, because every time she pulls away he’s dragging her back in for another kiss. He asks her how she’s feeling and then they take a little more, him using her dorm room key to show her how to do little bumps, all the while making sure she doesn’t get too much.

It’s a very different kind of high to pot or alcohol and she thinks she likes the feeling, but she knows she probably won’t do anything like it again. She’s happy for her first hard drugs experience to also be her last, to remain a wild memory from her college days that she can look back and smile about. She suspects that things aren’t quite the same for Eddie.

“How often do you take this kind of stuff?” She asks him at one point, after she’s watched him do another line using a rolled up ten dollar bill.

“Barely ever anymore, actually.” He replies truthfully. “This shit’ll ruin your life. And your finances.” He adds, waving the now-crumpled note at her. Chrissy nods, reassured. “Wasn’t gonna let you try it all on your own, though, was I?” He quips, and she grins.

“Okay, fair.” She concedes. “But I am glad to hear it.”

“Why’s that?”

She makes a face at him.

“Because you definitely have an addictive personality.”

Eddie laughs.

"Sure I do."

He looks down at her, all laid out across his lap, lips red and swollen and her nose all dusted in white. He taps at it teasingly with the tip of his finger. Chrissy grins up at him.

“After all," he starts again." I never could manage to leave you alone, could I?”

—---------

The bus ride back to college is unpleasant. Chrissy falls in and out of a restless sleep on Eddie’s shoulder, headache already setting in and a bitter, chemical drip in the back of her throat. She’s never been happier to get back to her dorm room in her life. The two of them crawl into her cramped little bed and sleep hard, neither one stirring until late into the afternoon.

The day disintegrates while they sleep, and Chrissy wakes up jaded and grimey, dismayed to find that it’s already gotten dark out. She wakes Eddie and makes him phone for pizza and when it comes they eat it in bed, and he doesn’t say a word when she picks the pineapple off every single one of his slices.

“Phew.” She says later, stretching out on her back and patting at her stomach, which makes him smile. “Guess I was hungrier than I thought.”

The pizza box lays discarded on the floor next to the bed, now empty save for a few grease stains on the cardboard. Chrissy surprised herself by eating even more than Eddie, devouring slices one after another while barely even stopping for breath.

“That’s good, Chris.”

She rolls her eyes. Nothing makes Eddie happier at the moment than seeing her put away a plate of junk food. She mostly likes it, actually, but for some reason she still feels the need to act like he’s more annoying than he is.

“You’re gonna make me get all chubby.” She tells him with a frown, pulling at her t-shirt until her bare midriff is exposed. She pinches at the skin there and Eddie’s quick to swat at her hand. He knows she’s fishing for a compliment, (probably something like “but baby you’re so skinny. You could never be chubby!”) and Eddie’s too smart to take the bait. Plus, he would never say something like that to her, so instead he says: “And what would be wrong with that?”

Chrissy knows he’s right, but rather than admit that she just shrugs and changes the subject.

“We should take a shower.”

“Yeah.” Eddie agrees reluctantly. “No use staying in bed all day, I guess.”

They both look at each other expectantly, but neither one of them makes a move to get up from the bed. It’s far too warm under the comforter right now to consider leaving it for the drafty corridors of the accom.

“Okay, okay.” Eddie says finally with a yawn, stretching his limbs out across the sheets like a cat. “I’ll go first. You can lay there a little longer. Unless…?” He makes a move to get up and then he stops himself, throwing her a questioning look over his shoulder. “Unless you wanna go together?”

He cringes slightly as he says it, immediately worried he’s said the wrong thing, but to his surprise Chrissy's nodding at him shyly.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He repeats, just to make doubly sure.

“Yeah!”

Eddie grins.

“Shit, okay.”

“This is gonna be a tight fit.” She’s whispering a minute later as they squash themselves into the shower cubicle, giggling and trying not to slip on the wet tile.

Eddie’s seen her body before, but only in bits and pieces, never all at once like this. Actually, other than Chrissy’s mom, who’d always seemed to think it was her god-given right to barge in on her daughter changing, no-one’s seen her fully naked at all. It isn't scary like she thought it would be. She feels safe.

Eddie holds her body close under the hot water and murmurs that he loves her, ducks his head down into the junction between her neck and shoulder and plants a sweet kiss. It’s the first time he’s said those words to her in real life. Chest pressed against her back, she can feel his heart beating - strong and fast. He’s nervous. Or maybe he’s just as exhilarated as she is, naked, body flush against hers and enveloped in steam. They stay quiet, not wanting anyone else on the floor to hear them in here together, and both of them think privately that this is the closest they’ve felt to another person in a long time. Maybe ever.

Eventually the shower starts to run cold, forcing them to quickly finish up washing themselves (Eddie dancing from foot to foot, Chrissy quietly squealing as she rinses the last of the shampoo from her hair, sending icy shocks of water down her back).

After, Eddie lays down on the bed and watches her dry her hair in front of the big mirror she’s placed on top of her study desk, the surface of which looks more like a beauty salon than a place to work. He admires her reflection, watching as she picks up various bottles filled with sweet-smelling stuff that mystifies him like ‘heat protector’ and ‘de-tangler’. They sound like something you’d use on a car.

He must be staring kind of goofily because Chrissy turns to him, one corner of her mouth quirked up in a smile and says, “what?”

“You look beautiful.”

Eddie replies without thinking, but her smile widens and he senses it was the right thing to say.

He realises he probably doesn’t tell her things like that nearly enough. In his defense, Chrissy’s only officially been his girlfriend since yesterday. Eddie’s never really thought of himself as the romantic kind of guy, but for her, he thinks he could learn.

When she’s done she comes over to the bed and lays on top of him, and when he asks her what she feels like doing now she says she doesn’t know. Eddie has a suspicion that there is something she wants, though, because she buries her face into his neck and starts kissing at his throat, hands sliding up under his t-shirt and towards his chest. Eddie moves his hands down to steady her, one warm palm coming to rest firmly on her butt, one stroking the back of her bare thigh. After their shower, she’d slipped on a big t-shirt, fresh underwear and a pair of fuzzy socks. Nothing else.

“You don’t know?” Eddie repeats into her soft, freshly-washed hair, still slightly damp and smelling of apples. Chrissy shakes her head. He places a kiss where his words were, and his grip on her thigh becomes just a tiny bit tighter.

Her kisses have turned wet, her hot mouth open and spit-slick, sliding up towards his jaw, around to the soft spot behind his ear. She feels him growing hard.

It’s cold as hell in her little dorm room. The cinderblock walls do nothing to insulate and the heaters, controlled by some central system, are never switched on. The little window above her bed steams up pretty quickly. As Eddie rolls her over onto her back, she pulls the sheets up and around them, clinging to him for warmth. He’s hot as ever.

He kisses her for what feels like forever, like that’s all he ever plans to do with her, his soft, full lips teasing her own until they’re bruised and tingling. Chrissy puts her hands everywhere, half seeking his warmth and half just to touch him, to feel the hard muscle of his biceps and the soft, downy hair on his chest and stomach. Her hands travel lower and Eddie sighs against her, warm breath fanning over her face.

“Are we doing this?” He mumbles into her mouth, stopping to kiss her lips once, twice - little pecks. She nods vigorously, clutching him tighter, answering with a breathless, whispered “yes.”

“Yeah?” He murmurs, one hand skimming over her waist, her ribs, settling on her chest. “You sure?” Chrissy lets out a whole-body shudder when she finally feels his hot palm where she needs him, gently cupping her bare breast, thumb brushing over her nipple like an electric shock.

“Yeah, m’sure.” It comes out more desperately than she intended. She lays her hand over his own, squeezing, urging him to carry on, and he lets his head drop down into her neck.

“Alright, baby.” He whispers, his hand leaving her for just a second to thread his fingers through her own. He gives her a gentle squeeze. “I’ve got you, yeah?”

His voice is all low and it makes her shiver, nodding again as she loops her arms around his neck, pulling him down close and threading her fingers into his hair. She lets him work her up under the covers, touching and tasting everywhere except for where she wants it most, so that by the time he’s finally sliding her panties down she’s dripping.

She curls her knees up to her chest so Eddie can hook them down and over her feet, throwing them off behind him somewhere carelessly, which makes her giggle. His hands slide up the under-sides of her thighs, gently prizing them apart. This is the part always makes Chrissy feel the most exposed, the most vulnerable. Eddie knows she doesn’t like him looking at her for long, but right now, he can’t help it. She’s so… pretty. Rosy brown, wet and flushed and open. He places a single kiss to the inside of her knee, his dark gaze burning into her before he comes back up and they’re eye to eye.

“Okay?” He checks in, looming down for a soft kiss on the lips which Chrissy returns, mumbling into his mouth.

“Yeah Eddie, I’m okay.”

He splays his palm out on her lower belly, rubbing at her affectionately with his thumb until he’s slipping down lower. No one but herself has touched her there in nearly two months, and the first brush of his fingers against her lips sees her hips stutter and jerk.

Eddie starts off slow, working her up gradually just how he’s learned she likes it, needs it. He slips a finger inside and she whines, arms clamped tight around his shoulders and her hot little face buried in his neck. He can feel her changes of breath, damp and tickling on his skin.

He pushes a second finger inside, rubbing soft circles that make Chrissy opens her legs wider, hooking one foot around the back of his calf to bring them even closer than they already are. She pushes her hips up into his palm, grinding against the flat of it, urging his fingers deeper. She’s gasping softly, eyes closed and brows furrowed in concentration, completely lost in the sensation. Eddie knows how this goes by now. He can tell that she’s close.

He curls his fingers, brushing fleetingly against the spot that makes her cry out.

“Eddie,” she whispers, and he cuts her off with a kiss, shushing her gently and pushing her bucking hips down into the mattress. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulls him down by his shoulders until there’s not even a millimetre of space left between them. He presses comforting kisses along her jaw, her neck, starts curling his fingers rhythmically like he has done a thousand times, the movements he spent the whole summer getting good at sending her over the edge like always. Those perfect, breathy sounds escape before he can trap them with his mouth, and Eddie finds he doesn’t care anymore if anyone can hear them. He wants to listen to those sounds forever, Chrissy’s hallmates be damned.

He gives her a breather while he strips his shirt off, throwing it behind him to join the rest of the growing pile. Chrissy takes her t-shirt off too, finally sufficiently warmed up, leaving her in only the socks. With a sharp twang, Eddie's brought back to their phone call a few weeks earlier, to all the things he’d confessed to her. He thinks of their coked-up conversation from the night before, of the things he’d promised to do to her.

“Chris, baby.” He says, reaching out to stroke at her sweaty, bare stomach. She’s still panting, coming down from her high, but her head snaps up the minute he says her name.

“Huh?”

“How are you feeling?”

She squints up at him. He’s sitting crossed-legged on the bed above her, stroking her belly and admiring her now-naked form. Chrissy eyes the bulge in his underwear. Left only in his boxers, he’s straining against the thin material.

“Good.” She tells him.

“Baby,” he starts again, shifting onto his side so that he’s propped up over her, leaning on one elbow. “Remember that thing we talked about, on the phone?”

“What thing?” She wonders.

“Me going down on you.” Eddie prompts. “Remember?”

“Oh.”

Chrissy reaches up to take a lock of his hair between her fingers, twisting it back and forth around her pointer. Her breathing is starting to calm down, sweat cooling a little on her chest. She shivers.

“You wanna try it?” Eddie prompts again, one hand skating down her shoulder, coming to rest at her waist.

They’ve only done that once before, back in the summer, and Chrissy had been too nervous to let him carry on for very long. Things are different now, though, and despite the nervous tingling in her stomach, she nods her head yes.

“Jus’ tell me to stop if you don’t like it.” Eddie assures her as he makes his way down, settling in between her thighs. “Okay?”

“I don’t think I’ll need to, but okay.” She whispers as he nips gently at the inside of her thighs.

Eddie strokes at her legs reassuringly while his kisses move closer to her centre, leaving a burning path of desire in their wake. Something else Chrissy didn’t know before meeting Eddie is that she can come more than once - maybe even infinitely, if she has inclonation. It makes her feel a little guilty sometimes, particularly when she’s on orgasm number three and Eddie’s neglected dick is still inside his trousers, untouched. On the other hand, though, it feels like karma, divine retribution for all the times Jason tried to get her off and failed, so she can never really feel too bad for too long.

Eddie grabs a handful of her ass and spreads her legs wider before diving in, licking an experimental stripe right up her clit. Unprepared for how intense it immediately feels, Chrissy lets out a squeal, clapping her hands over her mouth to shut herself up.

He has to hold her hips down, doing his best to still and subdue her as she squirms all over the bed, but she never asks him to stop. In truth, it feels even better than it did in her memory, only this time she’s going to let him continue all the way. She's going to let herself come in his mouth.

At one point, Eddie reaches up to slap his own hand over her mouth, and even though neither of them really care about being quiet any more she seems to like it, so he keeps it there. She grabs onto his wrist with both hands, alternating between biting at his palm and sucking on his fingers, which earns her a pained groan.

Poor Eddie, she remembers. Still untouched, after all this.

“Touch yourself.” She encourages, leaning up just a little on her elbows until she can make eye contact. What she’s not prepared for is the way he looks.

Lips pink and swollen, his face is wet with her, his hair wild from where she’s grabbed and pulled at it, and his pupils are so blown his eyes look black. Chrissy’s breath hitches.

“Chris, I can’t.” He warns, shaking his head. “I’ll come for sure.”

His expression is so serious it scares her for a minute.

“Really?” She says, not sure how that can be true, but the look on his face tells her he’s not lying.

“Yeah,” he breathes, dipping his head back down to place a burning kiss on her thigh. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long Chris, you don’t even know.”

Her stomach twists with his words, suddenly devastated that she’s deprived him - deprived herself - for so long.

This is brand new territory for Chrissy, and she doesn't realise she's approaching her climax until she’s right on the edge. Eddie’s tongue is inside her, fucking her - something so thrillingly intimate it sets her heart racing, and his nose is bumping against her clit.

“Eddie. I think I’m gonna…”

She lets him know and he threads both of his hands through hers, lacing their fingers together tightly before bringing them to rest on her hips. She drapes her shaking legs over his shoulders and squeezes his hands tight, trying her best to keep breathing as he brings her over the edge for the second time that night.

It’s a different high to when he uses his fingers - a sharp spike of pleasure that makes her yell, followed by a dozen little aftershocks, pulsing through her body like waves. Her legs spasm wearily, and Eddie keeps planting little kisses to her clit until she pushes him off, too sensitive. She’s gasping for air again, chest heaving as she comes down.

Eddie kneels up on the bed, surveying her beneath him for a second as he wipes his glistening mouth on his elbow before surging down to meet her in a kiss. She realises she’s tasting herself - salty and a little tangy, but nothing too bad. Eddie seems to like it, though.

“See how sweet you taste?” He’s murmuring, kissing her fervently over and over again, like he’s high, and even though she doesn’t see how anybody could think it tastes sweet she indulges him, because it makes her feel like some kind of goddess.

He stills after a while, rolling off her, and she rolls onto her side to face him.

“You wanna take a breather?” Chrissy asks, to which he shakes his head violently.

“No, why? Do you want to?”

She shakes her head.

“No.” She says, grabbing him again in another searing kiss, pulling him in closer.

“No.” She repeats. “Want you to fuck me. Eddie, please, I’m ready. You promised you would.” She adds, pulling back to look at him earnestly, and Eddie’s not sure why she thinks she needs to beg but it pulls at his heart all the same.

“‘Course I will,” He assures her, kissing her clumsily in between words. “You sure you still want to?”

“Yeah I’m sure,” Chrissy says for the umpteenth time tonight. “Eddie, please?”

“Alright, baby.” He says, soothing her with a kiss to the shoulder before he’s clambering off the bed. “One sec.”

He makes a beeline for his bag under the desk, and Chrissy watches his ass as he roots around in there, up to his elbow.

“Just getting a condom.” He explains, glancing at her over his shoulder with a sweet, bright grin. Chrissy’s heart skips.

He finds what he’s looking for and comes back over, kicking his underwear off before perching on the edge of the mattress. She watches his cock spring back against his belly, flushed pink at the tip and leaking. She thinks, not for the first time, about how thick he is, and wonders briefly how she’s going to accommodate him.

“Eddie?” She whispers, and he turns to look at her again over his shoulder, hovering behind him on the bed. He puts the condom packet down and reaches for her.

“What is it, princess?”

She kneels next to him and puts a hand down on his shoulder, which he quickly covers with his own. He’s looking up at her with his big brown eyes, kind and warm and expectant. She shifts her gaze away, burying her face into his shoulder.

“Will it hurt?”

She mumbles it into his skin, and his hands come to rest around her waist.

“Maybe a little,” he says truthfully, mouth brushing by her ear before he’s kissing her hair. “But it won’t be for long, I promise.”

And that’s all it takes - that’s all it ever takes, if she’s honest, for her to calm down again. Just one word from him, reassuring but not hiding the truth, so that she knows that no matter what happens next things are going to be okay.

“Okay, I’m ready.” She says, picking up the shiny wrapper and pushing it into his hand.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Let's do it.”

Eddie looks at her a beat too long, searching, but in the end he must find what he’s looking for because he nods - more to himself than anything - and rolls the condom on. He swings his legs round onto the bed and pats the space next to him.

“C’mere, beautiful.”

Chrissy wants to be under him, wants to be able to look up at him and hold him and pull him down close and kiss him, and most of all she wants to feel like he’s in control and that she’s safe and of course Eddie doesn’t mind any of that.

First, he lays his dick out on her stomach, and he gets this sort of strung out look in his eyes when he sees how far inside her he’s about to be. Like, all the way up in her stomach. He feels a little nervous for her if he’s honest. Not that he thinks his dick is anything special - it’s just that Chris is really fucking tiny. After one final check that she’s ready, he lines himself up and slowly pushes inside.

He kisses her forehead as he enters her, distracting her from the sting. After the initial pain subsides, however, Chrissy’s surprised to find that it doesn’t hurt at all. It feels strange, for sure, and maybe a tiny bit uncomfortable, but it’s a totally manageable feeling. He’s big inside of her, and it sort of feels like she needs to clamp down around him, like her body wants to push him back out, but after a couple of minutes she’s getting used to the feeling and urging him to move.

It doesn’t exactly become pleasurable - not like when he fingers her, or just before when he’d kissed and licked her clit. But it does feel nice to finally have him inside of her, so close to her after so much waiting, particularly every now and then when she feels him brush up against that spot.

For Eddie, however, it’s a completely different story. In truth, he’s been wrecked from the first thrust, unable to believe quite how good she feels, how tight and how hot, even through the condom. By this point, he’s not had sex for about a year, because deep down, even though he’d told himself at the time it wasn’t true, he’d been holding out for Chrissy since long before she’d split up with Jason. It’s for that reason that Eddie’s amazed he’s not coming instantly - although it’s still an embarrassingly short length of time before he’s physically fighting his body not to.

“You feel so good, Chris.” He whispers into her ear, head dropped down onto the pillow below. His voice sounds utterly wrecked, and it sends shivers down Chrissy’s spine. “Oh my god. M’ not gonna last, I’m sorry,” he rambles, lost control of his mouth by now and long past bothering to try and reign himself in. “You just feel so fucking good - so fucking tight. I can’t believe it.”

His words make her throb, make her back arch and her toes curl, and all of a sudden she is up there with him after all.

“Fuck,” she murmurs, hiding the amazed grin that’s burgeoning on her lips into his shoulder. “Eddie, that feels really good.”

“Shit, really?”

“Yeah, I’m really not kidding.”

She laughs against his shoulder, and Eddie’s half stunned. He’s never been someone’s first time before, and of course, he was always going to make sure she wasn’t hurting, but he’d kind of resigned himself to the fact that it was going to be a dud, pleasure-wise. So to hear her say that, that he was making her feel good - it’s pretty amazing.

“Ed, keep going.” Chrissy spurs, tapping him lightly on the back. He hadn’t realised he’d stopped moving. “Please,” she adds, nipping at his neck affectionately. Eddie’s heart soars.

She's renewed his confidence, and somehow, seemingly, his stamina, and he manages to last a little while longer before he’s about to fall off the edge.

“Fuck - Chris, baby. I’m gonna come.” He pants, biting down into her shoulder as he fights to keep his thrusts steady.

“Come for me, baby.” She whispers it, mouth on his ear, and his hips stutter violently as he lets out a high pitched groan. “Come inside me.” She appeals again, making him swear under his breath, eyes screwed shut. “Wanna feel it, Ed. Wanna feel you come.”

He’s done for, spilling into the condom with a drawn-out moan that’s so pretty it makes Chrissy’s stomach flip. She pets his hair as he collapses on top of her, winded and panting.

“You’re a bitch for that.” Is the first thing he says when he gets his breath back, looking up from her chest with this dreamy, fucked-out expression on his face. It’s quite something. They both burst out laughing.

“Fuck,” he says as he comes up to kiss her, hard and a little wet, before he’s pulling out of her to slip the condom off. “I love you, Chris.”

“I love you too.”

He seems surprised to hear her say it back so readily, but he covers it up with a smile to himself, tying the condom off in a knot before he chucks it towards her waste-paper basket. It misses. Chrissy doesn’t seem to notice, though, so he says nothing and lays back down next to her, arms out wide to receive her in a sweaty, sticky cuddle. It’s a little gross honestly, but that’s okay with him.

“How was that, my darling?” He murmurs tenderly into the top of her head.

“Good.” She says contentedly, snuggling into his neck.

“Yeah? Not painful or anything?”

“No.” She answers honestly, craning her neck up to kiss him for the millionth time that night. “Felt pretty good towards the end, actually.”

“Ah,” Eddie says with a grimace. “About that. Sorry you didn’t get to come.”

Chrissy laughs, incredulous.

“Eddie, don’t be stupid. I came twice before we even got started.” She grins at him, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “I think that’s more than fair.”

“It’ll get better.” He promises her. “Next time, I mean. In fact, gimme twenty minutes and we’ll go for round two, I'm serious. I’ll last longer than thirty seconds this time, promise.”

He draws a cross shape over his heart with his finger and Chrissy giggles at his dramatics, rolling her eyes. Leave it to Eddie to get her half-way to her third orgasm in an hour and be self-deprecating about it.

He makes good on his word, though, after they take a break for snacks and after he’s eaten her out once more, because now he’s experienced it he can’t resist doing it again. And it does get better. Much better, in fact.

It’s not until they collapse into a sweaty heap some hours later that Chrissy notices the time on her alarm clock, blinking at her from over on her desk. 01:47.

“Hey, look!” She manages, out of breath and stiff and sore, pointing over at the desk. Eddie looks over at her questioningly. He follows her finger and then looks back at her, not understanding at first until she clarifies, head flopping back onto the pillow. “It’s my birthday.”

“Hey, look at that.” Eddie says, a brilliantly sleepy grin making its way onto his face. Chrissy’s follows. He reaches out for her naked form, pulling her in and pressing a big, wet kiss onto her cheek, making her squeal and squirm out of his grasp.

“Happy birthday, princess.”

It’s gonna be a good year.

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Chrissy feels like it might as well read “not a virgin anymore” on her forehead in big red letters. She doesn’t know for sure if anyone heard them, but when they trudge through into the kitchen the next morning, pink faced and eyes on the ground, no one says anything. A couple of the girls from her floor (Suzy and Kathleen - two super sweet, slightly nerdy girls Chrissy’s become friendly with in the last few months) are already in there, talking and drinking coffee.

Chrissy’s noticed that Kathleen always blushes a tiny bit when she sees Eddie, and this morning is no exception. Chrissy doesn’t mind. Eddie makes her blush, too.

She’s blushing right now, actually, stealing looks at him from across the breakfast table, over the stack of waffles a mile high that Suzy's gone out of her way to make for them knowing it was Chrissy's birthday.

Chrissy wonders if her mom will call her, glancing periodically towards the phone in the hall as she sips her coffee.

“Do you want her to?” Eddie prompts, and the answer's probably no but also, kind of, in a way maybe yes? Birthday feelings can be confusing.

“Hey, come somewhere with me.” Eddie says to her after they clear away the plates.

They take the van into town, and he won't tell her what he's doing as he parks up on the street corner and runs into somewhere (obscured by parked cars, Chrissy can’t see what the store is). He comes out hiding something behind his back, but he can’t disguise it for long. It’s a huge bunch of flowers - lilies, specifically, which are her favourite flower, although Chrissy swears she's never told him.

"Oh! Eddie, you didn't have to get me anything!"

She grins, making a grab for them, and it's the sort of thing Chrissy always says but for once, she really means it. She genuine hasn't even given a single thought towards presents. The amazing weekend Eddie's given her has been enough.

Eddie holds the flowers out of her reach and tells her to open the glove compartment. There’s an envelope in there, and she shoots him a weird look before opening it.

It’s a birthday card, and inside it’s been signed by a while bunch of people - Steve Harrington, Max Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler, Gareth, Jeff, Grant. Even some of the girls from cheer have signed their names - she recognises Tina’s handwriting right away, and there's Lisa. A few more. Lots of little handwritten messages reading ‘happy birthday’ and ‘good luck with college’ and ‘hope to see you soon’, all from people she’d honestly thought she’d lost as friends, and some she didn’t even know she had as friends in the first place.

"Eddie…” she begins, blinking back a stray tear or too as she tries to process what’s in front of her. “You got everyone to sign this?”

“Not just that.” He tells her, smiling. “They all put a little money in for you, too.”

“What?”

She doesn’t quite understand what he’s saying at first. Doesn’t quite believe it.

“Baby, these are from your friends.” he explains gently, finally handing over the bouquet of pinks and whites. She grabs it, so big she's barely able to close her arms around it, and inhales the scent she loves.

“Wanted to get you the best flowers we could afford.” Eddie says proudly. “It was Harrington’s idea, actually.”

Eddie had taken Steve's advice about the flowers. How Eddie knew her favourites were lilies though, he doesn't know. She's never told him. It's like he has this sixth sense sometimes, when it comes to her, and it told him not to get her roses - he just knew somehow that they wouldn't be right.

“God, I thought Tina hated me - I…”

Chrissy’s eyes are streaming now, and Eddie has to admit he feels a little bad, even though he knows the tears are mostly happy ones. “I should give her a call. And god, Gareth, Eddie. And Grant and Jeff. Your friends put money in, for me. I don't even know what to say.”

Eddie shrugs pleasantly.

“They’re your friends too. They love you, Chris.”

She looks up at him with her big, glassy eyes, and the look on her face - it's really something. He knows he's done a good thing, but, never one to dwell it, he quickly directs her attention back to him.

“Oh uh, I also got you a little something just from me, too.”

He pulls it out of his back pocket. A pink, sparkly swimming cap. It's not wrapped - just a gag gift, but hey. It's the thought that counts.

“A swimming cap?”

Eddie nods gruffly.

You’re always telling me how the chlorine’s making your hair turn green, so.”

“Awh Eddie, that’s thoughtful of you." She beams, reaching up to bring him down for a quick kiss. "Thank you. Even if swimming caps do make me look like an egg.”

Eddie grins.

“Babe, you're gonna be the prettiest, pinkest egg in the pool.”

They both crack up laughing.

Chrissy props the flowers up on the back seat and they leave the car to go get carrot cake and milkshakes in town, and it tastes even better than how Chrissy imagined her eighteenth birthday cake had tasted.

She eats the whole slice and doesn’t think twice about it because hell, it’s her big day. She deserves it. Eddie watches her proudly, and she doesn’t give her mom or dad or anybody else a second thought all day.

Yeah. It's gonna be a good year.

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