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Between Friends
Summary: Bradley and you donât talk about that Spring Break. But a single question asked during a night out at the Hard Deck might just change things between the two of you forever.
Pairing: Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw x Female Reader
Length: 11K
Warning: smut (including loss of virginity), brief mention of underage drinking, and college!bradley in a backwards hat
(Author's note: Happy Birthday Jordan! I wrote this just for you! Look at me keeping secrets from you! Enjoy!)
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Rooster couldnât control his bouncing leg.
That night at the Hard Deck had started out like any other: good music, good drinks, good people. Over the course of the evening, heâd found himself seated between you and Bob in a lopsided circle with the rest of the Daggers around a few tall tables that had been pushed together just shooting the shit.
It was all fun and games until swapping stories about embarrassing middle school moments turned into cringing over first kiss stories turned into Seresin grinning like a shark asking about how everyoneâs first time went down.
Rooster felt his pulse kick up with every collective laugh and groan as his friends went one by one sharing how theyâd lost their virginities. Because with each passing story, it meant that you were one person closer to going. And for the first time in his life- even after over two decades of friendship- he didnât know what your answer was going to be.
So he is just as shocked as his teammates are when you tentatively reveal, âSo, um, my first time was with Rooster.â He doesnât miss the way all his friendsâ heads snap towards him.Â
All eyes are on the two of you, and youâre pointedly looking anywhere but him.
Rooster had been anxiously waiting to hear the story of your first official time, the one that was with someone who wasnât him. He didnât realize that you still considered him your first. Heâd figured that part of your history had long been overwritten by whoever had been lucky enough to catch your eye and make your heart race in a romantic way.
The two of you had never talked about it in the after.
Not once, not ever.
He didnât care that people knew, he just wasnât expecting it.
Jake starts the group out of its stunned silence by slapping a heavy hand on top of the table, nearly sending some bottles to the floor, âI knew it! I knew yâall couldnât have been friends all this time and not have tried it out at least once.â
âJesus Christ, dude, chill,â Javy mutters. Heâs always been the better of the two about reading the room.
Trying to spare you from being put on the spot even more than you already were now, Rooster mumbles through the way heâd lost his to a girl from his AP Econ class after a playoff baseball game.
He stares at the way youâre nervously picking at the label of the Blue Moon heâd grabbed for you when he went to get a refill of his own. He can practically hear the way your brain is buzzing. He wonders if you wish you could take back the words from where they are sitting on the table with the collection of bottles and peanut shells for everyone to see.
Bob being the team player that he is starts talking about how heâd lost his one summer in college to another camp counselor, going into more detail than heâs ever given before, probably trying to redirect the attention to himself to give the two of you a moment to regroup.
Rooster makes a mental note to tell Penny to put all of Bobâs cream sodas from now on on his own tab.
He doesnât know what heâs supposed to do here. Or where to look. Or where to put his hands. He wants to talk to you, but thereâs no good way for him to go about it without drawing even more attention to the two of you.
You were supposed to be going on a first date tonight, but heâd talked you into canceling to hang out with him instead. He likes having all of your attention on him. And maybe heâs been a little selfish with you, because he doesnât like to share you with anyone else. Youâve always been his best friend.
Rooster likes that he gets to talk to you whenever he wants now, and that it doesnât feel like a never-ending game of catch up anymore. In the year since the Uranium mission, heâd felt like all the fragmented pieces of his life had finally come together. Heâd reconnected with Mav, he was living in the same city as his best friend, and he had a place he could finally call home.
He didnât just want the highlights with you, he wanted everything in between too. Thereâs no more distance due to time zones and scheduling times to call because now you only live 20 minutes away from him. And the next time he comes home from a deployment, he knows heâll get to look forward to seeing you there waiting for him.
He feels like heâs learned so much more about the grown-up version of you over the last year than he has in the last ten.
Jake jumps in barely a breath after Bob finishes telling his story. âWell, we all know itâs not the first who matters, but who was the best.â Rooster doesnât trust the gleam in his eyes or the sharp smile on his face. âSince Bradshaw cut you off before, howâs about you go first this time, darlinâ. You can tell us about who knocked your socks off. Maybe this time heâll let you finish, if you know what I mean.â
Itâs thinly veiled snooping disguised as chivalry, and it doesnât fool anyone. Natâs eyes dart to him briefly, trying to get a read on him.
Heâd been 21 at the time. And while he knows more now that he did then, he also knows his name isnât going to be coming out of your mouth for a second time tonight.
Rooster takes a sip of his beer, needing something to do.
He knows youâve been with other people. Youâd lived with your ex for over a couple years, for fuck's sake. But it was like an unspoken agreement between the two of you to not talk about your sex lives with each other.
His leg starts bouncing again and he realizes he really doesnât want to hear this. Not because of his ego, but because he doesnât know what to do about the knot thatâs formed in his stomach.
Your mouth opens and closes a couple times before you speak, âThat title would also go to Rooster.â The admission is soft, but sure.Â
Where his heart had been pounding before, now it feels like it had stopped completely.
Itâs been 13 years since that Spring Break. 13 years and heâs still your best?
Barely five minutes ago, he hadnât known where to look. But now? Now he couldnât stop staring at you.
He just didnât understand why you still wouldnât look at him back.
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When youâd floated the idea by Bradley about visiting him at UVA for Spring Break during your weekly phone call, youâd been braced for the disappointment of him already having plans. It was his Senior year, it wouldnât surprise you if he wanted to go out with a bang and make the most of it. Especially since he would belong to the Navy soon enough.
But heâd taken you by surprise when he started enthusiastically listing off all the places he wanted to show you, planning out your trip like a well-seasoned travel agent before youâd even booked a plane ticket.
Youâd started looking up airfare before youâd even hung up the phone. And thirty minutes later you had a confirmation email flagged in your inbox after elatedly charging that aisle seat to the credit card you only used for emergencies.
It had been close to a year since youâd last seen him. He usually spent his Winter Break with your family, but this year heâd stayed on campus for the holidays and it was the longest the two of you had ever been apart since youâd first met him when you were 8.
And maybe thatâs why it took you so long to spot him in the Arrivals area of the Charlottesville-Albemarle Airport.
Youâve always prided yourself in being able to pick Bradley out of a crowd anywhere, but in your cursory glance you hadnât recognized the tall, broad guy with the UVA shirt pulled taut across his chest and wearing a baseball hat backward on his head. It wasnât until your third searching pass that youâd caught the lips that were quirked up in amusement and those familiar brown eyes trained on you as he leaned ever-so-casually against the faux wood paneling on the wall waiting for you to notice him.
Heâd filled out in the months since youâd last seen him. He was more toned than you remembered him being with definition in places where there hadnât been before. His face had more distinct angles and less baby fat cushioned curves. Still a bit boyish, but he was well on his way to looking like a man.
Bradley raised his hand like he was going to wave, but then heâd mimicked casting a fishing line in your direction and reeling it in. And it was so endearingly stupid- so him- that you couldnât help but take the bait and made your way towards him with the biggest grin on your face.
Youâd ignored the jittery flutter in your stomach as youâd weaved between people and luggage. Youâve never been nervous around your best friend before. There was something that had on your mind a lot as the days to your visit inched closer, but youâd shoved that out of your mind, because you were finally standing in front of him in person for the first time in months.Â
âHey, kid,â heâd greeted you, taking your bag, âCharlottesville must have known you were coming, because sheâs going to be sunny for you all week.â As soon as you were within armâs reach, he tugged you right into his chest for a hug. You could feel the unspoken I missed you in the way he squeezed you just that bit tighter before releasing you.
Then he was dropping an arm over your shoulders and steering you towards the exit and driving you into town in the beat-up car heâd bought after selling his prized Montero, the car that Mav had given him for his birthday.
Youâre only there for a week and Bradley doesnât waste a single moment of it.
After dropping your things off in his dorm room, he takes you straight to campus where he gives you the Official Bradley Bradshaw Certified UVA Tour. He buys you lunch from one of the food trucks in the Amphitheater âfor sustenanceâ before taking you to see the highlights. You start with the Rotunda and then the academic village, making a special pitstop at the Whispering Wall for you to tell it a secret. And then he takes you on a more historical tour, like showing you the exact route he used to streak The Lawn and pointing out the place heâd puked after his 21st birthday.
Itâs clear heâd put so much thought into your visit because it seems like there is never a down moment. By the end of the third day youâre more surprised that you don't wake up every morning with a printed itinerary on your pillow.
He sneaks you into the Slaughter Rec Center to rock climb, claiming he had a person on the inside with the right connections. But really from what you could tell, the pretty girl at the check-in counter clearly had a crush on him. He takes you to the batting cages he likes to go to before Dead Week, and spends the time there equal parts making fun of your power swing and trying to fix it.
You get your revenge the next day standing outside of the imposing columns and massive doors to the Fralin Art Museum. Skeptically eyeing the sculpture in the front of the building that kind of looked like a giant wisdom tooth, you mentioned, âI didnât realize youâd become such a patron of the cultural arts.â
âHey now, I like artsy shit,â heâd said, only mildly affronted.
You snorted at that. âIs there an exhibit on beer pong and blunt rolling you wanted to see?â Through the window youâd spotted some large landscape oil paintings in ornate gilded frames and carved marble busts of what you assumed were probably of some of the Founding Fathers.
âYou just missed that one, it was last month,â Bradley lobbed back, opening the door for you.
âWhat a pity,â youâd said with a dramatic sigh, âGuess weâll have to settle for some tasteful nudes instead.â
âIf weâre lucky,â heâd muttered under his breath, as you passed under his arm.
And then youâd felt the corners of your mouth kick up.
Turning around youâd pressed your finger to his chest, whispering so the person behind the ticket desk didnât hear you, âTwenty bucks says you donât make it thirty minutes in there.â
He narrowed his eyes, taking in your sly grin, âYouâre on, kid.â
Itâs the easiest $20 youâve ever made.
The two of you call it a truce only after he tips your kayak into the still chilly Rivanna River.
Later that night, he takes you to a party on âMad Bowlâ that one of his frat friends was hosting. The backyard was all strung up with red and green Christmas lights like they had been too lazy to take them down after the holidays and decided it added to the outdoor ambiance instead of packing them away.
He was still just as protective over you as he was back in high school. Spending the whole night keeping an eye on you and handing you drinks that heâd uncapped himself using the opener that he had on his keychain, the one that still had the little fighter jet charm youâd given him ages ago dangling from it.
The days pass all too quickly as he shows you all of his favorite spots.
You knew UVA wasnât where heâd originally wanted to be- where he thought heâd be- but you were happy that he seemed happy here.
But in between the late-night microwave ramen and movie watching and crossing off all the things on Bradleyâs Spring Break To-Do List, thereâd been something youâd been wanting to talk to him about. But you were having so much fun with him, youâd missed your best friend over those long months apart, and you didnât want to ruin the time you had left with him here.
It lingered at the back of your mind like a phantom hair that you can feel, but canât ever seem to brush off no matter how many times you attempt to. You felt like you were waiting for the right time that you werenât sure would ever come. And if you were being honest, you werenât entirely sure you would even be brave enough to ask if the time came.
The two of you had woken up way before the sun this morning.
If anyone other than Bradley had asked you to wake up before 5 AM to go hike to watch the sunrise, you would have laughed at them. But because it was Bradley, youâd set the alarm without comment. Even though he did have to gently pry you out of his roommateâs bed- with the fresh sheets he told you he bought especially for your visit- and lace up your shoes for you.
The views at Humpback Rock had been worth the hour hike up to the outcrop of craggy rocks. The sunrise painted them a stunning shade of soft orange as the rays illuminated evergreen covered hills and valleys that extended in front of you to the skyline. You and Bradley watched it in silence, shoulders pressed against each other as you took it all in.
Youâre cozied up on your bed for the week, flipping through a book youâd brought with you, but hadnât touched at all until now when Bradley comes back from the showers. His hair is still damp and the ends are starting to curl a bit. Â
He drops a Styrofoam cup of coffee on the nightstand next to you.
You hadnât been sure what rooming with him would be like, the two of you together 24/7 since his roommate had left to go home for the break. But it felt like you were two kids at sleepaway camp getting away with mischief rather than two broke college students only pretending to get away with mischief.
He sits down at the edge of his bed, his elbows resting on his thighs, âSo.â
âSo?â you repeat, blowing on the hot coffee before taking a sip.
âAre you going to tell me whatâs been up with you?â
You wince, and itâs not because the coffee tastes like tar.Â
âWhat do you mean?â you try to ask casually.
Bradley gives you a look that says you donât fool me, kid. âYouâve been squirrely. I didnât want to press it, but I can tell thereâs something on your mind.â He takes a sip of his own milky battery acid. âAre classes going better since you switched majors?â
You nod, looking anywhere else other than at him.
âHow are things with your Dad?â
You offer him a shrug.
He sighs your name in exasperation. You can tell he is trying to tamper his frustration at your lack of cooperation.
âIs it a guy?â Bradley tries again.
You swear you feel your heart stop, because you knew what you wanted to ask him, but you didnât know how he was going to take it.
You fiddle with a string on his roommateâs comforter. âThereâs something I wanted to talk to you about,â you admit, tentatively, âBut Iâm nervous.â
Bradleyâs eyebrows pull together as he sets his coffee aside, âCâmon, itâs just me. You can talk to me about anything.â
âItâs more of a question.â One youâre still deflecting from asking.
âOk, well you know you can ask me anything.â His tiny dorm room feels even smaller as the two of you try to read the otherâs face.
Taking a deep breath, you ask the question thatâs been rattling around in your brain for weeks.
âBradley, I was wondering if youâd be my first?â
Less than ten words. Thatâs all it takes to tilt Bradleyâs world off its axis.
Heâs loved getting to show you around UVA this week. It wasnât where he thought heâd end up, but he hadnât lost sight of where he was going. He was going to be a Naval Aviator one way or another. He just also got to have a normal college experience too, one heâd been excited to share with you.
Bradley had originally been invited to go stay with one of his friends at his familyâs beach house, but when you called and asked about coming to visit Charlottesville, it was an easy choice for him. Heâd pick you every time.
It had been even better getting to cross off some of the things on the bucket list heâd made for his Senior Year with you in tow, like the hike heâd taken you on this morning.
He loves the views from up there and thought it would be something youâd like too, but heâd never done the hike early enough to catch the sunrise before. It was actually something he was planning on going the morning of graduation as a symbolic way to end his time at UVA, but getting to do it with you was special in its own way.
And while heâd caught you lost in thought more than a few times over the last few days as he showed you around, he never in a million years would have ever expected you to ask him that.
Bradley knows all the words you just used, but they donât make sense to him in that order.
His brain is working in overdrive trying to figure out if there is any possible way he could have misinterpreted you.
âYour firstâŚâ
You take another deep breath and tip your chin up in resolve before looking him dead in the eye, thereâs so much vulnerability reflected in them, âI havenât had sex before, Bradley. And Iâm really hoping that my first time can be with you.â
Bradley wants to tell you to put your Styrofoam cup down because heâs worried the tight grip you have on it might crush it, but he feels like the wind has been knocked out of him.
He didnât realize when his leg started bouncing until he sees you glance down at it.
Shooting to his feet and off his bed, he goes to lean against his recently decluttered desk. Thereâs too much restless energy coursing through him to just sit like he isnât completely reeling.Â
âShouldnât you want to do this with someone special? Like with rose petals and all that shit?â He scrubs a hand over his face. Rose petals and all that shit? God, he sounds like such a fucking dumbass, but heâs struggling to keep up.
And if heâs being entirely honest, heâs pretty surprised to learn youâre still a virgin. Not that thereâs anything wrong with it, but he knows youâve had at least one serious boyfriend since youâve gone to college. He figured that you got asked out all the time. He saw the way that some of the guys in his buddyâs frat were looking at the pretty girl with the dimples and big smile.
The girl who just asked him to be her first.
He hates the way your shoulders have slumped forward, like youâre trying not to cave in on yourself, âSo, you donât want to?â
âI didnât say that.â His answer takes him by surprise.
The only other sound in the room other than his pounding heart is the whir of the air circulating in his dorm.Â
âWould it help to make a pro con list?â you offer, less than helpfully with a little shrug.
âJesus Christ,â Bradley mutters under his breath, looking up at the speckled ceiling trying to decode the flecks like tea leaves. âSheâs cracking jokes like she didnât ask me to make her come.â
âTechnically, I didnât say anything about that. I just asked you to be my first.â
âIâm not taking your virginity and not giving you an orgasm,â he states, and your eyes get wide. He runs his hands through his hair. âSex makes things complicated, kid. Weâve got a good friendship.â
You sit up straighter on his roommateâs bed and bring your knees to your chest. It exposes the backs of your thighs and he has to shake the mental images of skin on skin out of his head.
Thereâs a look on your face that tells him you feel ridiculous even asking him, âDo you think youâre going to fall in love with me or something?â
âNo,â Bradley says, honestly.
He knows youâre just trying to make a point.
The two of you have been friends for over a decade. He knows he cares about you- he always has- but he couldnât imagine what anything other than just friendship would look like with you.
You nod in agreement, like you had been anticipating the answer before youâd even asked him the question.
âAnd do you think Iâm going to fall in love with you?â you ask, your head tilting to the side.
He doesnât even blink, âYou can do better than me.â
And he means it.
Even if there was something more between the two of you, youâve always been too good for him. And knowing him, heâd find a way to fuck it up. Youâre the last person in the world heâd ever want to hurt. Heâd let you down before, he doesnât want to do it ever again.
You shoot him a disappointed look, like you donât like hearing him say that about himself. And heâs oddly touched that youâre defending him against himself.Â
âYouâd literally be doing me a favor.â
Bradley is still surprised that he hasnât ended this conversation yet. The two of you were supposed to go to the movies, but that definitely wasnât happening now.
âIâm not saying no,â he says, âBut I need you to help me understand. Why me? Why now?â
âBradley, I want it to be with you because thereâs no one else Iâll ever feel as comfortable with as I do with you,â you explain.
He watches as you unfold yourself and climb off the bed, coming to stand in front of him. You gingerly reach out and put your hand on his forearm, like you donât want to startle him. Not that heâd be able to move anyways since it feels like the soles of his feet are cemented to the floor.
âI keep waiting for it to not feel like such a big thing, but every time it seems like itâs going to happen, I freeze. And I know youâd take care of me, and Iâm not talking about orgasms.â You stumble over the word a bit, not fully meeting his eyes as you say it. âItâs scary enough as a girl and Iâm worried Iâm going to be too in my head with anyone else. But I also donât want to look back and have any regrets, and I know I wouldnât have any with you.â
The mention of regrets makes his stomach twinge. His heart feels like itâs hammering in his chest. He doesnât know what to say.
You are looking at him with such open sincerity. He has never been good with talking about his feelings, heâs always been the type to bottle things up, while you have always worn your heart on your sleeve. It was just another way that you were braver than him.
âI know itâs a lot,â you say, letting go of him to take a step back, like you want to give him breathing room, âSo if itâs too big of an ask. Or if itâs not something youâre comfortable with-â
Bradley shakes his head cutting you off, âItâs not that at all, kid. I just havenât done this before.â Your eyebrow scrunches together in confusion. âI mean, I have,â he corrects, âBut itâs not the same. All the girls Iâve been with had already had experience. And if we were going to do this, I would want to make sure itâs as nice for you as it can be.â
âSo youâd be my first and Iâd be yours? Well, kind of.â You give him a little smile, itâs a shy but hopeful thing. Thereâs only a hint of your dimples, but itâs enough. And he feels that practical part of him that had been holding back soften at the sight of it.
He doesnât think heâs ever said no to you, excluding the times you tried to get him to give you his beer at the house parties he took you to in high school, and that was more out of self-preservation from a healthy fear of your mom than anything else.
When you wanted to learn how to drive a stick shift? He took you to the abandoned parking lot, it didnât matter that you didnât have your learnerâs permit yet. When you wanted to learn how to throw a punch? He was making sure you knew not to tuck your thumb under your fingers, so that you didnât break your own thumb instead of someoneâs nose.
Heâs always had your back and youâve had his. Thatâs how it was between the two of you.
Youâve already said it, but he needs to hear it again, âYou really want to do it?â
âI really want it to be you, Bradley. I really want to do this with you. I trust you the most.â
Heâs always been willing to help you with anything youâve ever asked of him, why should this be any different? Whatâs a couple orgasms between friends?
âOk,â Bradley nods. If itâs to reassure you or himself, he couldnât say. âIâll do it. We can do it.â
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, like you were fully prepared for him to let you down gently, âReally?â
You didnât ask for his why he was agreeing, but he was going to give it to you anyway.
âI donât think Iâve told you this, but I lost mine to Samantha Prescod after the game against Centennial that got us a spot at State that year,â he waits until he sees the recognition cross your face before continuing, âBut I had also just learned about my momâs diagnosis and I was trying to find anything I could do to not think about it.â He rubs at a spot underneath his collarbone, it never got any easier talking about his mom. âI think she assumed that Iâd done it before, because we didnât really talk about it. She was there and into it, so it just sort of happened. Actually, Iâm pretty sure she only slept with me because she wanted to make her ex-boyfriend jealous, because they got back together like three days later.â
Itâs probably for the best that Samantha Prescod lives on the other side of the country now because you look livid. Your eyes spark with anger and disbelief on his behalf.
âIt was years ago, itâs fine, kidâ he shrugs, trying to brush off your concern. âBut if I had a do-over, I donât know if Iâd make the same choice again. And thatâs not something Iâd ever want for you.â You deserve the rose petals, but heâll do his best for you. âSo we can do it, but I have one condition.â
The relief on your face and the way the tension in your shoulder releases only solidifies his decision.
âTell me,â you say, taking a half-step towards him, âI want you to be comfortable too.â
Bradley pushes off his desk and meets you the rest of the way, âIf you even think youâre feeling uncomfortable- about any of it- I need you to tell me. And weâll stop and figure out where to go from there. If itâs a change of position, if itâs a full stop and order pizza instead, weâll do that.â He pauses and reaches out to tip your chin up. âIâll do whatever you need, got it?â
You throw your arms around him, and his wrap around you just as easily. Your hair smells like the travel sized shampoo heâd picked up for you, figuring you wouldnât want to use his 2-in-1. You murmur your thank you into his shirt followed by a fuck Samantha Prescod that makes him squeeze you just a bit tighter to him in affection.
When you step back and look at him, your lips twitch upwards, âWhatâs with the look, Bradshaw? Donât tell me youâre going to lie back and think of England?â
That makes him chuckle, your joke lightening the mood in only the way that you can do. He rolls his eyes in equal parts exasperation and fondness.
âGod, I havenât been this nervous since I lost my own virginity. I was so stressed I was going to blow my load in two pumps and lose my street cred.â
You snort and send him a smirk, âWell, you must have done just fine. I overheard some glowing reviews in the girlâs bathroom on more than one occasion.â
âI maybe lasted ten trusts, but I had the good sense to eat her out after,â he admits, and then tacks on for good measure, âIâve gotten better since then.â
âWhat a stud,â you tease.
This is easier, this feels like the two of you. This should be fun, it shouldnât feel serious. He can make it good for you.
You look up at him shyly from under your lashes, âSo how do we do this?â
He feels like he only just wrapped his head around the idea of it, but now he was facing the very real possibility of seeing you very naked very soon.
âYou want to do it now?â Bradley blinks.
âI mean, if youâre up for it.â You scrunch your nose when you realize youâve made a terrible double entendre. âNo pun intended, I promise.â Â
He wipes his hands on his pants.
âYou sure?â he asks again.
âIâm sure, Bradley. As long as you are too.â
He nods, âThen I guess we justâŚâ
Heâs not sure where he was going to go with that. But heâs spared from being roasted by you for making some sure to be lame birthday suit joke because youâre untying the bow on the soft lounge shorts youâd thrown on after your shower from the hike, and all the words get trapped in his throat.
You donât look at Bradley as you slide your shorts down your legs. And you definitely donât look at him when you pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in only a soft green mesh bra and your cotton underwear. Theyâre mismatched, but sex with Bradley wasnât originally on the Spring Break To-Do List agenda for today.
In fact, you hadnât even been sure you were going to go through with asking him until he brought up the point that he knew you had something on your mind because you apparently had no poker face.
While it felt like you had a swarm of butterflies whirling in your stomach, you also knew wholeheartedly that this was the right choice for you. Everything he had said had solidified that for you.
You werenât sure how you were ever going to thank him for this, but you had a lifetime of friendship with Bradley to figure it out.
His room cast in the soft afternoon light, the blinds only partly closed. There are little streaks of gold that line the plaid comforter on his bed. Heâd been right, Charlottesville had stayed sunny just for you.
As you climb into it and situate yourself against his pillows, you can help but notice just how much his bed smells like him. Itâs not the spicy scent you associated with the High School version of him. The woodsy and warm scent embedded in the threads of his sheets suits this grown up version of him.
You feel equal parts overdressed and underdressed in your bra and underwear. You know the latter are going to come off eventually, so you make a split-second decision to just take them off yourself under his covers. The idea of Bradley helping you to pull them off later seems like it would be too intimate based on the way the thought of it makes your cheeks heat up.
Itâs practical, youâre being practical, you think to yourself.
You chance a peek at him and are surprised to see that he hasnât budged an inch. Itâs almost like he is waiting for you to get completely settled before he dares to move a muscle. His eyes are trained on the pile of your clothes on the floor, he looks lost in thought.
âBradley?â
The sound of your voice seems to kickstart him into action.
He shucks off his shirt in that kind of reckless way that seems to be ingrained in boys and then unbuttons his pants. Youâre torn between feeling like you should give him privacy and wanting to watch. What you were expecting is the way he takes the time to pick his clothes up before folding them over the back of the chair at his desk.
Your mouth goes dry as you take in the sight of his body, the diffused light perfectly outlines the shape of him. His broad shoulders are rounded with the muscles heâs gained from whatever exercises the NROTC has been putting him through. Your eyes dip down to his defined chest and over the ridges of his abs. Youâve seen him in swim trunks plenty of times, but seeing the way the muscles of his thick thighs fill out the black boxer briefs he was wearing was entirely new to you.
Bradley approaches you and then pauses as he bends down to collect your pile of clothes on the floor, his hand hesitating only for a second when he reaches for your underwear. He drapes all of your things on top of his on the chair and makes his way back to you.
The gesture makes you melt a little like a soft serve ice cream cone on a summer afternoon.
You lift the corner of the cover for Bradley and he climbs in next to you. You move closer to the wall, trying to make more room for the bulk of him in his small bed, and he shifts in even closer into you until your bodies pressed tight against one another. The curves and angles of the two of you slotting together like pieces of a puzzle.
It feels like the two of you are teetering there on the edge of something. You both know exactly where itâs going, but are unsure of how to make it from Point A to Point B. Both waiting on the other person to make the first move.
He rests his warm hand on your stomach, the muscles there jumping on their own under his touch in anticipation. Your faces are close since youâre sharing his pillow. His brown eyes are searching yours, probably looking for any sign of hesitation that you donât feel.
âTell me how youâre feeling.â Itâs not a question, but a request.
âOverwhelmed,â you admit, âBut in a good way.â He runs his palm lightly up your stomach and back down, soothingly.
âGood, thatâs good,â Bradley says, clearing his throat, âYouâre supposed to feel a little âoverwhelmed, but in a good way.ââ You feel your lips pull up at his gentle teasing.
He smiles softly at you. His face has always been so familiar to you. The pink from his scars have finally faded, but you wonder when his eyes start crinkling around the corners.
You let go of the comforter to run a finger down the top of his nose, âI donât know how this has stayed so straight.â Heâd been in more than a couple fights in his teen years, including one that had sent him through a sliding glass door.
âProbably the combination of a little luck and the fact that none of those guys could throw a punch,â Bradley smirks. He shifts on his side, propping himself up on an elbow looking down at you, still running his hand along your stomach. âWhat have you done so far?â
His fingertips circle your bellybutton and your stomach swoops like itâs on the swing carousel ride at the fair.
âSome over the clothes stuffâŚâ you stammer. Youâre having trouble focusing because all your attention is on his big hand and how it feels against your oversensitive skin. âAnd I have a vibrator, but ahâŚâ
Youâre so keenly aware of his hand. With every lazy circle he makes, he has you wondering if this is going to be the one where he finally moves his hand lower. That part of you in flutters in expectation because you know itâs coming.
You let out a shaky huff when his fingers trails back up your stomach.
âWhat is it?â Bradleyâs hand stops moving. âWhat are you thinking?â
âHonestly?â you say, trying not to squirm, âIâm getting really horny and you keep teasing me.â
He presses his lips together like heâs trying not to laugh at your overshare, and thereâs amusement in his eyes.
âYou know, some people call it foreplay,â he drawls. Youâd roll your eyes but his fingertips are by your bellybutton again and you want him to keep going. âYou ready for more?â You nod a few times because if he doesnât touch you soon you might just crawl out of your skin. âOk, gonna stop âteasingâ you now.â
This time his hand doesnât stop at your bellybutton, it keeps moving down, down.
You stutter over a breath when Bradleyâs fingers touch your clit. You feel yourself melt a little further into his mattress. Heâs making easy circles, letting you get used to someoneâs fingers other than your own on the most sensitive part of you. Your hands are clutching tightly to his comforter, unsure of what else to do with them.
âSpread your legs a little wider for me,â he murmurs. You feel your face heat up. Heâd just given you a direction, but it sounds almost indecent coming out of his mouth.
You shift, moving your legs apart further for him, until he secures your left between his own, opening you up even more. You know youâre wet and now he does too. Bradleyâs fingers slide easily over you as he increases the pressure on your clit. You can feel the intensity of his gaze on you watching for your reaction as he figures out what you like the most.
It doesnât take him long to learn your body. You donât know whether to be impressed with him or embarrassed with yourself at how quickly heâs worked you up.
Your breathing feels so loud in your ears in the quiet room, every breath and sigh is amplified. Thereâs a certain thrill in not knowing how heâs going to touch you next, your own fingers pale in comparison now.
His warm breath coasts down the side of your neck causing you to shiver at the sensation. It makes goosebumps break out along your arms and your nipples pull taut.
He notices. Of course he notices.
âAre you cold?â His voice is low in your ear.
âNo, I-â Oh god, youâre right there. âB-bradley, Iâm-â Youâve made yourself orgasm plenty of times, but youâve never shared that part of yourself with anyone else before. No one knows what you sound like or what you look like when you come. But now, Bradley was going to have the piece of you too. A whine escapes you without your permission.
âItâs ok, kid, Iâve got you.â
Youâre seeking and searching, but itâs Bradleyâs fingers that have the answer.
And you come with your stomach twitching and hips jerking as he murmurs praise in your ear.
His fingers slow down, featherlight on your clit, but your heart is still racing when he rasps, âThereâs one, you up for another?â
Bradley loves that moment during sex when he hears that first gasp or moan. He loves learning what sounds of satisfaction he can pull from his partner. He loves knowing he earned it. But he never in his life could have ever anticipated hearing those sounds from you.
In his bed. Because of him.
He didnât expect the lick of heat that curled up his spine at the shape of your legs and the curve of your ass as you were stepping out of your shorts. Heâd never seen anything so strangely endearing as it was watching you shimmy your underwear off under the shield of his covers.
Every hitch in your breath made his blood run hotter in his veins. He was trying to control his cock, but heâd started getting hard the second youâd pulled your shirt off. Your bra was some kind of sheer thing that left nothing to the imagination, and while he wasnât trying to check you out- because thatâs not how it was between the two of you- he couldnât help the way his eyes flickered down.
Youâre slippery, wet, and warm. And he knows he can make you come again.
âDo you want me to use my fingers now?â
You crack an eye open at him, itâs the first time youâve opened your eyes since he first touched you. Your eyes are bright in that way that only comes with an orgasm. âI thought you already were.â
âSuch a smartass,â he grins.
Bradley changes the unhurried circles heâd been making on your clit to the upstroke that made your hips jerk up into his hand the first time heâd tried it. The little noises youâre making have him fighting the urge to grind himself against you for some relief of his own. Heâs still got your knee tucked between his own; where there had been a hint of polite space between your bodies, the way youâre writhing now has him pressed up against your hip.
You gasp, breathily, âOh, youâre hard.â The disbelief is evident in your voice, but itâs the look in your eyes that he doesnât know what to make of, something like surprise.
Heâs been trying to be a gentleman, this is about you and not him. There might not be anything romantic happening between the two of you, but this was hot and he was more than a little turned on. And he knows you are too because he can feel how wet you are under his fingers.
ââCourse I am,â Bradley says, nudging his nose against your temple, âIâve got a pretty girl in my bed half naked.â He didnât want you to feel like you were in this on your own, so he lightly rocks against you. He wants you to feel him, he wants you to know he is into this too. âAre you ready more?â
âIâm ready, I want more,â you confirm, wrapping your hand around his bicep.
Your breath hitches as he teases you with just the tip of his finger.
Heâs been told before he has big hands and thick fingers, heâs always taken it as a compliment in the past, but now heâs scanning your face for any trace of discomfort as he sinks one into you.
Your eyebrows twitch then smooth out and your mouth drops open as he starts pumping his finger into you in a smooth rhythm.
âThat feels nice,â you sigh, airily.
He knows you like it when your hips tip up just a fraction. His comforter is bunched around your waist and your nipples are peaked against the see-through fabric of your bra. He gets his thumb on your clit and you whimper as you tentatively roll your hips against his fingers.
Bradley hums his approval, âAtta girl. There you go, find what feels good for you.â His voice sounds low even to his own ears, a throaty rumble. He feels you clench around his fingers and it sets his pulse racing. Itâs a piece of information he tucks away for himself.
Heâs gentle on your clit, but now that he knows youâre into it heâs setting a more purposeful pace with his fingers.
Youâve got your bottom lip pinned between your teeth, like youâre trying to swallow down your sounds. He didnât realize how much he liked hearing these new sounds from you until you started trying to muffle them. On the next slide of his finger into you, he knows exactly what heâs looking for.
You suck in a sharp breath of surprise when he finds it.
âIs that the right spot, kid?â He sounds so smug. You curse and your hand clutches at his shoulder. âYou want to try a second finger?â he murmurs into your ear.
âYes,â you rock into his hand, âYes, please.â
âWhatever you want, Miss Manners.â His chest feels like heâs taken a shot of Fireball. âYouâre so polite when youâre trying to get your way.â
âIâm always polite,â you challenged weakly, pressing your head further into his pillow.
âMhm,â he indulges, fondly, âYouâre the sweetest girl I know.â
And then he fills you with two fingers.
âJesus, Bradley,â you gasp, offering more of yourself to him.
Your nails dig into the muscle of his shoulder as he lets your whimpers and whines guide his hands.
The two of you have your eyes fixed on the way the tendons of the visible part of his forearm are flexing before it disappears under the covers as he works you.
Bradley curls his fingers into that spongy part of you and your hand flies to his wrist, gripping him tight. It makes him pause, worried that he might have pushed you too far too fast.
âNo, no. D-donât stop,â you plead, desperately, âIâm so close. Keep going, please.â You squeeze his wrist encouragingly.
âSorry, sorry,â he soothes. He focuses his efforts on that spot again now that he knows you werenât wanting him to slow down, but rather trying to hold him in place. His fingers inside of you and his thumb on your clit working in tandem to get you there again.
âI just- yes. Like that. Oh fuck. Keep doing that. Oh my god. Please, Bradley.â
Heâs heard you say his name a lot of different ways, but never like this.
Your back arches and you twist yourself towards him, burying your face against him and keening into the hollow of his throat as you come around his fingers.
You jerk and writhe into his hand, your knee slips free of his and your thighs clamp together around him. Bradley rolls off the arm heâd been leaning on and brings it to cradle the back of your head, pulling you closer and holding you to him as he steadily works you through it until youâre loose-limbed in his arms.
He waits until your rapid pants have evened out before he slips his fingers from you. The displeased sound that you make makes the corners of his mouth twitch. He should have known youâd be bossy. He rubs gentle circles into the divots at the base of your neck as you come down.
Bradley can feel your lips graze the side of his neck when you finally speak, âSo, um, let me know if you need a letter of recommendation or anything. Iâd be happy to pass one along to your next partner.â You languidly prop yourself up on his chest and he notes with pride that you look a little flushed. âBut, seriously, I get it now.â
He huffs a laugh as he toys with the end of your hair, âIâm glad it lived up to the hype. Well, at least that part of it.â
You press your lips together like youâre deciding something, tracing idle shapes on his stomach, and he canât decide if he thinks youâre doing it without realizing it or if youâre the one doing the teasing this time. Your eyes flick down to his visibly hard cock and he feels his face heat up, âCan I?â
âDo you want to?â Bradley wants this experience to be everything you need and want it to be, but something about the tables turning here and the idea of you being the one to touch him like that makes his heart pound.
âI want to make you feel good too,â you softly tell him, resting your chin on your shoulder. The tender way youâre looking at him makes his teeth ache.
âOk, but only for a little bit,â he agrees. Bradley knows heâs walking a tightrope with this, heâs aching and more than ready to be touched, but he doesnât want to come all over your hand.
He plants his feet into his mattress and lifts his hips enough to pull off his boxer briefs, sighing in relief as his cock bobs free.
âThat canât be average,â you mutter under your breath.
He doesnât know if you meant to have said it out loud but he smirks all the same, âIâve never been average a day in my life, kid, Grade A student here.â
A groan slips out of him as your tentative fingers grasp his cock. Thereâs a lack of finesse in the way you touch him, your hand isnât nearly as well-practiced as his own. He wraps his hand over yours, guiding your strokes as he shows you just what he likes.
âYou can grip it a little firmer,â he coaches. You nod studiously, like youâre going to be tested on it later. Together the two of you work him from root to tip.
Bradley had never given much thought to his size until now. He knew he was big, but seeing that your thumb couldnât reach the tips of your fingers when your hand was curved around him was an ego boost he didnât know he needed.
You get more confident with every glide up and down the length of him. Your tricky thumb sweeps over the tip, collecting what precum had gathered there, and it makes your hand slide easier over him. When he accidentally thrusts into your hand, you grin and there are those dimples again.
âOk, ok,â he blows out a shaky breath, stilling your hand with his. âWe gotta stop or Iâm going to come. And Iâm not about to be a one pump chump.â
âIt sounded like youâre more of a ten pump chump, if I remember correctly,â you tease, looking all too pleased with yourself. âDonât worry, Bradshaw, your street cred is safe with me.â
He shakes his head in amused disbelief, âYouâre such a goddamn menace. I knew I shouldnât have told you that part.â He surprises the both of you when he wraps an arm around you and rolls to pin you under him.
And itâs like all the air is sucked out of the room because your thighs are cradling his hips and his cock is resting heavy on your stomach.
Neither one of you dare to move. Heâd give anything to know what youâre thinking right now, he feels out of his depth as he watches you watching him.
His tongue feels thick in his mouth, âAre you on-â
You nod before he even finishes the question.
âDo you have-â
He nods before you finish yours.
âWhat did you promise me?â he prompts, squeezing the dip of your waist.
You hold up your pinky to him, âIâll tell you.â He wraps his own crooked one around yours and gives it a shake.
Bradley doesnât know what comes over him, but he drops a kiss to your shoulder as he reaches over you into the drawer of his nightstand to fish out what he needs. Heâs thankful when you donât comment on it because he wouldnât even know how to explain it.
He leans back on his knees and rolls the condom on with practiced ease, then flicks open the cap to the bottle of lube heâs also grabbed and drizzles it over his cock.
âAm I notâŚâ you trail off. He doesnât think heâs ever heard you sound this shy with him before.
âYouâre plenty wet,â he assures you, pumping himself- once, twice- just enough to coat himself, âBut thisâll be good too. I think youâll like it.â
Bradley settles back over you, one arm braced by your head and the other on your hip, as your hands come up to rest lightly on either side of his ribcage. He rocks against you to demonstrate; the head of his cock nudges your clit with each silky pass. You exhale heavily at the sensation as he eases you into the motion of it, as he shows you what itâs like with another person.
Youâre holding him close, and in just a moment the two of you will be the closest two people can be.
He makes only enough room to reach down between your bodies, only looks away from your face long enough to line himself up with you. There is such trust in your eyes as you gaze up at him, itâs not something Bradley takes for granted.
You nod, your fingers stroking his sides.
God, does he want this to be good for you.
He takes a breath.
And then heâs shifting forward and pressing in.
Bradley thrusts into you with all the careful gentleness youâd expect from him.
His thumb skimming along your forehead as he pushes in, in, in.
When he found that spot inside of you with his fingers, you thought you were going to fly away from the intensity of it, but then heâd pulled you into the safety of his arms and you felt like you could fall apart because heâd be keeping the pieces of you together.
Heâs been so good to you. He is so good to you. Heâs the best person you know.
The more of him he gives you, the less you feel like you can catch your breath.
You feel hot, hot all over. And much fuller than youâve ever been.
Some sound must make its way out of you because Bradley offers you a low soothing noise before you feel his lightly chapped lips against your temple.
Thereâs something about this that reminds you of the time he tried to teach you how to skateboard. Always waited until you told him you were ready, until you found your balance. Heâd held your hand as you cautiously rolled along the sidewalk, you were less worried about falling with him by your side. Only this time, his hand is on your waist and the only movements are his hips against yours as he rocks into you.
Little by little. Inch by inch.
You clutch at his biceps at the slight stinging sensation and you feel him hesitate.
âItâs just a lot,â you whisper. His fingers flex on your waist.
âYouâre doing so good, just a bit more,â Bradley murmurs, encouragingly.
Thereâs pressure, thereâs a give, and then thereâs relief when his hips finally, finally meet yours.
âShit,â he curses under his breath.
Your eyes had flickered shut somewhere along the way. You open them to see that Bradleyâs face and chest are flushed pink, the muscle of his jaw flexing. The furrow between his eyebrows is so deep that you release your grip on him to smooth out the lines with an unsteady fingertip.
He reads the question in your eyes.
âYouâre just really tight,â he grits out, voice strained.
You assumed that was a good thing, but heâs holding himself so tense above you that now youâre not sure. âDo I-,â you fumble over the words, âDoes this feel good for you?â
He huffs an incredulous laugh, and brushes back some hair from off your face, âYou feel really fucking good, sweet-â
Your whimper cuts him off when he pulls out a fraction and then pushes back in.
His brown eyes take you in as he does it again, more this time. Pulling out just a bit- just enough- and then filling you again. The discomfort fading more with each thrust as he guides his hips to yours until yours are tilting up to meet his seeking more.
Itâs a conversation between your bodies, the give and the take of it all as Bradley introduces you to this new unspoken language. You feel yourself flutter around his cock, stretched wider than youâve ever been.
You feel that heat spreading underneath your skin again as he surely and steadily pumps into you. It feels like your nerves are on fire. You didnât expect to even come once and youâre well on your way to a third.
He reaches down and hooks your leg over his hip. His hand slides up along the outside of your thigh and under your ass, tilting your hips up towards his even more. Heâs so much deeper like this. Your hands slide into his hair, tugging at his curls.
âBradley, I-I think⌠I feel-â
 âYouâre gonna come,â he rasps, nodding at you. Encouraging, coaxing.
He grinds his pelvis against your clit with every deliciously slow roll into you.
Your mouth drops open at the feel of it, itâs better than anything youâve ever imagined. You donât think your faces have ever been closer than they are now. Bradley is breathing your air, and youâre breathing his. Bradleyâs pupils are blown wide, his heavy-lidded eyes are locked on yours. You didnât know there could be so many shades of brown. His curls are a mess and itâs all because of you. He licks his lips and your breath catches in your throat when his eyes dart down to your parted mouth.
His next thrust into you hits that spot inside of you just so right that it has you gasping.
Itâs so good, itâs too good, itâs overwhelming.
You wrap your arms around his neck clinging to him, your face buried against him. Bradley drops his head to your shoulder, you feel his lips brush against your clavicle. Your head moves away on instinct, making more room for him if he wants to do it again.
You get lost in the feeling of his cock hitting you in all the places youâve heard about and read about, but have never felt for yourself until now. Heâs still got your ass gripped in his hand, whereas your hands canât stay in one spot. Theyâre tangled in his hair, running over his shoulders and down his abs, gliding over his back aided by the sheen of sweat heâs worked up.
Youâre not trying to hold yourself back, but it feels like youâre standing on the tallest diving board at the pool, your toes curled around the edge, but still too nervous about the drop to jump.
âCâmon, kid. Youâre right there,â he breathes hard, âI need you to come for me. Just one more.â
He gets his fingers back on your clit and itâs the end of you. Your back is arching so much you think you might snap. Your toes curl so tights they may never unfurl. The force your orgasm overtakes you, demanding everything you have up to offer and then some.
You hear Bradleyâs moan as you pulse around his cock, trembling under him as the waves of pleasure wash over you. His hips stutter against yours, finally losing that steady rhythm heâd set, you pull him tighter to you and itâs not long until he comes too.
Itâs all white noise. All you can feel is your heartbeat pounding, until little pieces of the world come back into focus.
The hum of the fan.
The beam of warm afternoon light through the blinds.
The smell of the now cold coffee on his nightstand.
In the after, youâre all too aware of every place your body is touching Bradleyâs.
Heâd somehow managed to roll on his back and had taken you with him. He was literally just inside of you, but yet it feels like your leg draped over his thigh is somehow more intimate. A prickly self-conscious feeling settles over you. Unsure of what the rules were for friends who just had sex, you attempt to peel yourself off of him, but the heavy arm over your waist keeps you in place.
âCome back here, kid,â Bradley mumbles, his eyes still closed, âI need to cuddle after I come, so Iâm gonna need you to indulge me here for a moment.â He strokes a soothing hand down your back. And while he says itâs for him, you know heâs still trying to take care of you.
He hums when you lay back down. You set a hand on his chest. He reaches for it with his free one and threads your fingers together. It makes you melt further into him.
You feel a little different. But mostly, you feel like a weight you didnât know youâd been carrying had been lifted off of you.
Your first time was everything you hoped it would be. You were safe and cared for, and you already knew, youâd never have any regrets about it. And it was all because of him.
âThank you, Bradley,â you say, softly.
âAnything for you, kid.â
Your early morning catches up with you as you lay there, warm and secure. Your eyelids get heavier with each pass of Bradleyâs hand along your spine. And you drift off to the sound of his heartbeat under your ear.
Youâre still you. And Bradley is still Bradley.
It was just⌠something between friends.
A few hours later the two of you are still in his bed.
Only now youâre clothed and swapping the cartons of Chinese food that heâd ordered while youâd napped against his chest, and fighting over the fortune cookies watching some reruns of old sitcoms. You couldnât hear their laugh tracks over your own.
The last couple of days you had at UVA fly by just as quickly.
You donât know how, but the two of you managed to cross of all the things on his Spring Break To-Do List. And before you knew it you were back at the airport.
Bradley had insisted on walking you in, wanting to see you off.
Neither one of you has ever been good with goodbyes. So you donât give him one, instead you reach for your bag and tell him, âOk, see you in June.â
Bradley doesnât let go, clearly confused, âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
You grin because it feels like a checkmate.
âYou didnât think youâd be getting that diploma all by yourself, did you?â
He looks thunderstruck.
You and your mom already had the plane tickets and hotel room booked. Your stepdad wouldnât be able to come, but he was planning on sending your mom with one of the cakes from his familyâs bakery. Youâd been tasked with finding out what flavor, carrot cake or peanut butter- Bradleyâs two favorites- but you could iron out the details with him later.
Youâd had a busy week, plus it was more fun this way.
Bradley tugs you into his arms, yours wrap around him just as easily as they always have.
âJune?â he asks into the crown of your head.
âJune,â you promise.
And when he lets you go- for real this time- itâs with a smile that takes up his whole face.
He doesnât say goodbye either, âBe good, kid. See you in June.â
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You avoid Rooster for the rest of the night.
And Jake too, for that matter. Bless Javy for finding ways to distract him because you could tell than man was chomping at the bit for more details. But youâd already given him more than enough.
You could have lied, you probably should have lied. It might have been easier than feeling like youâd hung up part of yourself on the drying line for everyone to see. But in that moment, the thought of lying and saying anyone elseâs name other than Roosterâs had made your stomach turn.
Because it was the truth, he was your first, but he was also your best.
When you come out of the bathroom, thereâs no missing Rooster. Heâs leaning against the wall by the entrance. It takes him a moment to notice you since he looks lost in thought, but when he does you feel pinned to the wall by the intense look in his eyes.
He stands to his full height as you approach, you know he wants to talk about it.
You shake your head at him, âWe donât need to do this.â
âNo, kid, we really do.â He takes you by the arm and leads you to a quieter spot away from everyone else.
âIt was just a game,â you start before he can, âAnd now I know more about everyoneâs sex life than I ever wanted to.â He crosses his arms over his chest at your attempt at deflection. âLook, Iâm really sorry if that was something you wanted to keep a secret or just between us. I should have asked you first if that was ok to share.â
âI donât care about that.â Rooster waves you off and takes a step closer to you, his eyes searching yours. âAll this time and Iâm the best youâve ever had?â
âAre we really doing this? Here and now?â
You peer around him to look and see if anyone is watching the two of you, it feels like a showdown. But all the Daggers are occupied, probably on purpose. Youâve never seen Mickey with such a serious look of concentration on his face.
âHere and now,â he confirms.
You feel flustered, âRooster, itâs been 12 years and we havenât talked about it once-â
âBradley,â he cuts you off. He takes another step towards you, so youâre toe to toe with him. âIâve always been Bradley to you.â
The tension that had crept up in your shoulders releases a bit.
âBradley,â you say, softly. âListen, Iâve had a lot of good sex since then. Great sex even.â He presses his lips together and nods. âAnd with other men, if I felt like they werenât putting in their best effort Iâd kick them out because the bar was set very high early on.â
You see him fight back a smirk.
âThatâs my girl,â he murmurs, with pride.
Your breath gets caught in your throat, you know he hears it because his eyes take on a richer shade of brown. You both feel the shift, tension churning between the two of you.
Taking a deep breath, you continue, âBut I was telling the truth when I said you were my best. Probably because of the way you made sure I knew that you cared. I donât know how to describe it. It was just different with you.â
You feel his finger graze the back of your hand.
The sounds of the Hard Deck fade into the background as you stare at each other. Entire conversations are being had as you look into his eyes and he looks into yours. Words and sentences spoken with glances.
Just friends donât look at each other like this.
âItâs never been like this,â you whisper, âWeâve never been like this before.â You gesture at how close he is to you.
How heâs almost got you backed up against a wall.
How heâs looking at you like youâre his.
âI know.â
He says your name and your heart somersaults in your chest.
âI want to see your tattoo. I keep finding myself looking for it when weâre all at the beach. And then I get annoyed, knowing that people have seen it and I havenât.â
âMy tattoo? Bradley, what-â
âI want to see your tattoo,â he repeats like itâs a fact. âAnd I want to punch Seresin in his smug face every time he flirts with you.â
You roll your eyes, âJake doesnât flirt with me, not really. He just likes riling you up.â
âWhat if I said I wanted to try this as more than friends.â Bradley settles a large hand on your hip. âWhat if I said that since youâve moved here Iâve had a hard time keeping my head on straight.â
âBradley.â His name falls out of your mouth so easily now that it can.
âI want to take you home with me. I want to kiss you. I want to make you come. I need to know if you sound the same in my bed. And then I want to take you out for breakfast and buy whatever fancy coffee you want and as many pancakes as you can eat.â
Youâve been told that you wear your heart on your sleeve, but he has always worn his on his face. Thereâs no mistaking the open want on his face.
âBradley, itâll be different this time.â For so many reasons.
Because itâs not a favor being asked. Itâs not some new experience being tried with the person you trust the most, with everything. Youâd be on equal footing. It wouldnât be a friend helping a friend, the two of you would be crossing that line between friends and more because you want each other in that way.
âI want it to be different, sweet girl,â he says, cupping your face in his familiar hand, âIâm ready for it to be different, if you are.â
He looks from your eyes down to your parted lips.
âWe didnât do that last time,â you whisper. Feeling brave, you reach out and run your fingers along the buttons of his shirt.
âNo, we didnât,â he agrees. His eyes are trained on his thumb as he skims it under your lip. âAnd thatâs a damn shame.â
Bradleyâs face is all you can see. Warm eyes, a still-straight nose, and a soft smile that is for you and you alone.
He dips down and your eyes flutter closed, your head tipping up on its own in anticipation.
His lips brush your cheek. Itâs not enough.
You tug on his collar, but he chuckles and kisses your cheek again, lingering longer this time.
âIâm not kissing you for the first time around the corner from a bathroom,â he rasps.
You open your eyes and see the amusement in his. He always did like teasing you.
âOh, where do you plan on doing it then?â
âOutside your front door, like a gentleman,â he says, like itâs obvious.
You canât help but grin because Bradley Bradshaw canât wait the extra 10 minutes it would take to drive to his place instead of yours. He wants that kiss just as badly as you do. You watch as a matching smile to yours blooms across his face.
It feels normal to slide your fingers between his much larger ones. It feels right as you lead the way out of the Hard Deck with him only a step behind you.
As it turns out, he only makes it as far as the Bronco before heâs spinning you back towards him and pressing you against it. His hands are on your hips and yours are wrapped around his neck as he kisses you for the very first time.
Bradley kisses you like a man who knows what he wants. And what he wants is you.
Itâs not tentative in the way that first kisses usually are.
He kisses you like he knows you.
Because he does.
Later, when he closes the door to the Bronco for you, it feels like the end of one thing. But as he slips his fingers into yours when he backs out of the parking space it feels like the beginning of something new.
That night tangled in Bradleyâs sheets- heâd kissed you at every light which made those extra 10 minutes it took to get to his home worth it- he makes your back arch and your toes curl as he makes you come with his fingers and mouth and tongue and cock. His lips dropping kiss after kiss on every part of you that he can reach. Because he can, because you want him and he wants you.Â
The way he touches you tells you that he remembers it all.
He was you first, but what you wouldnât learn until later, is that he would also be your last.
And heâd be the only man to ever have your entire heart.
Happy Birthday Jordan! An AU just for you! đ I adore you and I hope this year is the best one yet!
A big thank you to @callsignspark and @ofstoriesandstardust for their help and beta reading and their woogirling! I appreciate you two so much!
Author's Note: this was a "what-if" AU set in the 'Like I Can' universe! If you want to read about what really happens you can read it here!
You can read more of my stories here!
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Headcanons for being Johnny Lawrenceâs daughter
Johnny Lawrence x daughter!reader
warnings: alcohol, underage drinking, classic johnny sexism <3
a/n: WHAT! ME write a fic thats not gn, i know. im shocked too but its just bc i feel johnny is so gender-stereotypey that doing this gn wouldnât work very well but very open to a son!r or nb!r if anyone is interested (bc seriously. johnny cannot help but bring up genders). also i just want to say that a lot of this (not all!) honestly reminds me of or are actual things that have happened w my dad bc johnny is literally my dad if my dad was like 8 years older i think also i wrote this all in one sitting ALSO NO COBRA KAI SEASON 6 SPOILERS
prompt:
GIRL DAD!
you always kinda just gravitated toward living with your dad
ây/n, iâm so proud of you. i never have to worry about you. you can take care of yourself. robby on the other hand, i worry about him. i think girls are just more self sufficientâ -johnny, a little drunk
âthanks dadâ -you, also a little drunk (hes a âcool dadâ)
he was the type of parent that âprefers that if youâre gonna do something stupid at least do it while heâs aroundâ aka underage drinking
whenever he stays out late you fall asleep in his bed. and lock him out
ây/n! open the door!â -johnny, banging on the door
âno! your bed is more comfortableâ -you
he thought it was sweet honestly but he did want to sleep in his bed
sort of like a lesson not to come home late all drunk and gross
he was VERY against letting you drive his car
âdad, i need my license!â -you
âno woman is getting behind the wheel of my firebirdâ -johnny
âwhy do you have to make it about women? iâll fight youâ -you
âyouâll lose that fightâ -johnny
âoh, so youâd fight a teenage girl? wow, real classy, dadâ -you
âno, but iâd fight my teenage daughter. i brought you into this world and iâll take you outâ -johnny
you honestly had a great sense of humor with johnny, but youâd check him if he said anything too messed up
âdad, itâs not the 80âs anymore, you canât say thatâ -you
âdont tell me what i can and cant say! the 80âs were awesome, i wish it was the 80âs againâ -johnny
âso iâve heardâ -you
he helped you with your homework as a kid until like, 2nd grade when multiplication and division got involved
he did teach you karate growing up! but mostly the basics, for self defense purposes
âhey, never let any guy try to impress you with his karate skills. heâs probably a doucheâ -johnny, pausing âi sure wasâ
late night movie marathons (70s/80s classics for sure)
he took care of you during your first hangover (high school parties, ya know)
âdidnât i teach you better than to mix liquorsâ -johnny
âugghhhhâ -you
yes, you have heard about daniel larusso. enough said LMAO
robby and you had a kind of sweet but distant relationship
occasional check-in texts
robby: are you doing okay with dad? heâs actually buying food and shit?
you: yeah! heâs fine right now, howâs mom? new stepdad yet? is he rich?
robby: momâs not going anywhere sheâd find a rich guy, but keep dreaming
you wear a lot of your dadâs old t-shirts. usually band teeâs
oh and he made sure you got into the âright musicâ
he used to drive you around in the firebird when you were a SMALL CHILD (front seat, no car seat!) and blast his old cassettes
for YEARS heâd pull the âwho is thisâ âwhat song is thisâ game with the reasoning:
âif you wear a band shirt and some asshole asks you to name three songs, i want you to name tenâ -johnny
listen. you were still âdaddyâs girlâ or whatever used to be a cute little saying and is now ruined but whatever
âdad, can i have twenty bucks?â -you
âfor whatâ -johnny
âfor fun. pleaseeeeâ -you
*johnny pulls out his wallet and gives you $40*
could he afford it? no. can he say no? also no.
the absolute fear he felt when you got your first period
âitâs fine, i can call momâ -you
âno, itâs not fine! iâve had girlfriends before, i got this. stay here, iâll be backâ -johnny
he went to the store and bought the most random assortment of period products and pain meds and snacks and a heating pad
A for effort
when the diaz family moved in across from you guys, miguel took one look at you and johnny said:
âstay away from my daughterâ
when the karate fuss got started you tried to keep your distance but sooner or later you joined the dojo and proved to your dad just how âbadassâ you could be
âtake notes everyone, y/nâs gonna be the next all valley champ!â -johnny
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one more love song?
pairing âž luke castellan x hadesâ daughter reader (gendered stuff isnât mentioned anywhere in the post so it can be read as gn)
word count âž 3k
summary âž luke is a simp, tries to confess, you guys share earphones and sit near the lake at night. the moon loves you đŤś
authorâs note âž so most of this is just happened to be written as luke admiring the reader rather than what i was actually going to go for, but iâm really happy with how it turned out :) hope you enjoy it as well đ wrote this all in one setting. when inspo hits.. it hits like a truck đ this one is for my quiet people, and maybe a little self indulgent. guilty as charged your honour. no use of y/n.
you had a thing for luke castellan, and he had a thing for you too. it was no secret to anyone. but none of the other campers understood why you both preferred to dance around each otherâs feelings rather than addressing them. even though everyone could feel the immense tension you both carried around whenever you were near each other, no one chose to mention it. it would be like taking a gun and pointing the muzzle right at ones own head â it was a death sentence really, hearing you both deny it. so they all just went along with ignoring it like you both pretended to do.
you were the daughter of hades, the king of the underworld and part of the trinity. that definitely added a little intimidation to your already mysterious aura. luke on the other hand was a possessive guy, even if he didnât show it. sure, he was extremely confident, and even a little egotistical - yes, but all for the right reasons of course (as per him). but he was possessive nonetheless. thatâs why it killed him inside each day that he couldnât call you his, and himself as yours.
he really didnât like anyone else approaching you with any unwanted intentions. though, don't get him wrong, he's well aware that you could protect yourself. hell, you could protect the entire camp just by yourself alone, but still â he felt a pang of jealously whenever some apolloâs kid talked with you for too long. or when your discussions with some guy from the hephaestusâ cabin were too long. he knew that you guys were just discussing your plans for some of their inventions and how you could help by designing their ideas into structural sketches. afterall, you were good with sketches, a hobby of yours, those from cabin 9 made sure to utilise to their fullest. even though he knew it all, he still felt some unwanted feelings swirl inside him.
he wanted to confess to you, oh he wanted to do that so badly. but he just didn't know how to.. you didn't seem the kind whoâd like the usual route. for the sake of olympus itself - you didnât even send him any signs, other than meeting back his longing gaze with just as much passion. he knew there had to be something between you two. thereâs no way it could be all in his head.
but you â you never tried to make the first move, shit, you didnât make any moves at all. and luke knows heâs a confident guy, he knows heâs amazing and all that glory speech he gives around to the new comers but oh you. you just make him rethink it all. he doesnât know how to act around you - he feels so different around you.
as if you put some kind of spell on him that makes him loose this carefully handcrafted personality, his façade. and he's back to being the kid he was - just trying to prove himself somehow in some way. but at least you never abandoned him.. nor did you ever make him feel unwanted. unlike his.. his dad. he doesnât need to impress you, youâve made that clear with your actions. but still he - he really wants to.
đ
he recalls back when you still pretended to be unclaimed and stayed at the hermes cabin. though later on (like a whole month later) everyone found out that you knew your dad was hades and you shifted to the newly made hades cabin. it happened in such a funny manner where you stated it to the suprised chiron like it was just another fun fact about you. totally not some very critical and important information. camp half-blood having a kid of one of the three and not just any but of hades, who was always so adamant on not sending his kids to camp that the gods had an entire incident regarding it. but here you were.
anyway thatâs not the point. he just really liked you and had felt a pull towards you since the beginning. he observed you from afar during your first few weeks at camp. when it was your third week at camp and you had developed the constant habit of staying up every night and sneaking out. he followed, ofcourse he was just being a good head counselor. afterall till you were in the hermes cabin you were someone he had to make sure followed the rules or whatever. he didnât care for that much, he just wanted to know what you were always up to.
you always hid away by the time he followed you out. he had made sure that this week, this day, heâd finally follow you without you hiding away in the shadows. of course you werenât dumb either. you could feel another shadow added to the ones you were controlling, and you felt like having a little fun with the castellan boy. so you let him follow you. (and luke found out about that fact weeks later, and safe to say he was annoyed that he wasnât slick enough. though he got back on you, he showed you just how smooth he could be during sword fighting practice. spoiler: by the end of the match you were under him with a sword pressed on your neck and his smirk making you feel things.)
back to what happened on your third week at camp - as he followed you he realised you were headed towards the lake. oh so this was your favourite spot. he looked at you from afar, you looked breathtaking.
the moonlight shined on your figure sitting by the lake. you were probably listening to some music, since you had your earphones in.
he held his breath, he wanted to carve this scene in his memory forever. you truly looked like a goddess, the serene view and a serene beauty (you). a perfect combination indeed.
after giving himself some pep talk mentally and encouraging himself to actually go to you, he finally did. and oh boy was he glad he did - because that was the start of your friendship, and something more.
he still fondly remembers how you smiled when he finally came and sat beside you.
âfinally came out of your hiding spot, castellan?â you said in a light tone. âyou knew?â he asked suprised, but not really. âi know everything that goes in the shadows.â you said and smiled while taking off one earphone and handing it out to him. he took it gratefully.
that day you shared an earphone with him and in return took a piece of his heart with you.
that was the beginning of whatever the hell was going on between you and luke castellan. he understood later on what you had meant by the shadows comment when a week later you had casually revealed who your father was and shifted cabins, much to lukeâs displeasure.
but you guys remained friends nonetheless and continued to keep each other company on moonlit nights.
đ
he still remembers when you first came to camp. you were so eerily quiet. your presence drew him to you like a moth to a flame. your eyes felt like they held galaxies and whenever you met his gaze he felt his heart could explode. though you didn't smile often, but oh godâs when you did grin at some stupid lame joke he made, or when something silly happened, he just found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you.
though he notices. he notices how you keep your smiles to yourself and put a hand over your mouth whenever you do laugh. the reason? he truly doesnât understand. because why in the world would you do that? youâre the most gorgeous being to have graced this earth, why would you not let him get addicted to your smiles and the sound of your melodious laughter which is sweet like nectar and has the warmth of ambrosia. as he knew it was a rare sight, he made sure to capture the memory to replay it in his head whenever he misses you.
you're so beautiful to him and your presence is so comforting. the deathly touch your aura carries has makes it all the more breathtaking. oh he's in it bad. he knows it.
đ
both your secret meet ups began increasing as weeks went by. you both talked about everything under the sun (or the moon, in your case). and even though you werenât much of a talker when you were in groups during the day, luke felt glad that atleast when you were with him you spoke your heart out.
you made him feel so much at ease. even with all his responsibilities at camp and his plans.. and everything else that eats up his soul â in moments such as these, he feels like just another teenage boy. not the kid who got abandoned by his parents, not the teenager who had to protect his friends and had to prove something to the gods, not the head counselor and the greatest swordsman to have been in 300 hundred years, but just- just another teenage boy, a boy in love. oh he loved you. so much.
and that's why he decided he was finally going to confess to you tonight. he was going to set up a beautiful moment and hold your hand while looking in your eyes and confess how much he adores you and finally ask you to be his.
he felt a little nervous, which is so unlike him. câmon, he has fought innumerable monsters and survived so many deathly quests, how is finally telling you what heâs been wanting to since forever making him more nervous than either of those situations? oh the things you do to him..
when he reached there you were already sitting near the lake at your favourite spot. as soon as he came closer, you turned your head towards him with a soft smile and said, âhey youâ âhey meâ he replied. he doesnât miss the way you put an automatic smile on his face, as he sits beside you. you both sit in comfortable silence, your bodies making contact from the shoulders. neither of you move away, finding comfort in one anotherâs presence and touch.
being a demigod was.. anything but a normal experience to say the least. but finding someone who makes you feel.. more closer to the human part of yourself was something not everyone could find. but you both were so glad you did with one another.
as moments passed by, luke felt you lean your head on his shoulder. he relaxed into your touch as he looked down at your face to find your eyes closed. he knew you werenât sleeping, just resting. he found himself forming a small smile as he looked at you.
then he started, âyou know, i wanted to tell you something today.â you hummed in response waiting for him to continue. âi..â he felt his throat dry up. itâs always so easy to talk to you, so why is it that right now he feels unable to form words? your presence is always so calm and serene so why does his heart feel like itâs going a million miles per hour?
âhey.. hey look at meâ you said in your calm voice as you softly held his face. he met your eyes, and oh he swears he could just get lost in the galaxy that lays within your eyes. you look at him with you sweet smile and say, âyou can tell me anything, you know?â âi know.â his reply is almost immediate. you just smile at that âthen go onâ.
he closes his eyes to compose himself. he knows that he doesnât need to pretend with you. but he also wants to tell you everything he feels for you and how youâve taken all over his body, mind and soul. but he canât formulate them into words. he justâ âi love you too castellan.â âwhatâ âwhat? you were trying to confess right? i only helped you.â you said smiling softly at him. âi.. well i..â he was dumbfounded. he had thought of so many ways this would probably go and the many ways he could say it but you.. you said it first.
âis that a pout?â you ask with a giggle. he feigns offense, âi do not pout.â âoh that was definitely a pout.â you teased. âit wasn't.â âoh it so was.â he rolls his eyes. âwhatever. i just wanted to make it romantic or something i don't know. i mean i even got you a cassette tape with songs i dedicated to you andââ âyou dedicated songs to me? and got them in a cassette tape? how even- when did you get the time to get that done? did you go out of camp for-â you said suprise clear in your voice but he interrupted you. âwell obviously i dedicate songs to you infact they were so many that i had to choose the best of the best. and how i got the cassette and the player is just part of the trade secrets, darling.â he winked. and you just giggled and kissed him.
luke had imagined kissing you before, but it was never as close to the real deal. he was addicted to say the least. your lips tasted so sweet and felt so soft. for being the kid with the aura of death, you sure brought back life to him.
by now you were on his lap with his arms wrapped around you. you both were just sitting on the grass and taking in each other's presence and feeling peaceful with how close your hearts were.
slowly you took out your earphones from your pocket and gave him one wire. âso, one more love song?â
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author's note âž aand that's the end haha. hope you liked it <3 this is my first fic ever like everr and i didn't even think iâd be able to write something that i would actually wanna post, but something in me lit up when i saw my favourite childhood book series was finally getting the adaptation it deserved and then this came out of it <3 would love to know your thoughts on it.
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Time to repost the hopepunk manifesto I wrote the first time we went through this shit.
âHopepunk says [about human nature], âThe glass is half full,ââ wrote the me who lived in mid-2017. Seems naĂŻve now, doesnât it? Those are the words of a person cloaked in a story that hasnât yet been worn threadbare and ragged; a person who thinks they have a sword in their hands, a person who thinks that they as an individual can make a difference, that there is some fundamental goodness in humanity. What do we do when our hands are empty, when our warm cloaks are gone, when we look around and see how big the world is? When we see how helpless and insignificant we are, how the rest of the world isnât even particularly cruel or evil, just . . . mediocre? Complacent? If there are gods watching over us, please, please deliver us from complacency. And if there arenât, if weâre all alone in the dark and our candles are guttering: What do we do? How can we go on? Whatâs the point? [...] And the answer is, of course, that the fight itself is the point. Itâs not about glory or noble deeds; itâs not about an end result because there is no end. Thereâs always a tomorrow and when the sun rises again, weâll still have a dam holding the water back. For now. But entropy is real, and dams must be maintained, and it takes all of us to do it, and itâs done by linking arms with the people next to you, by building a community with deliberate intent. Itâs about how the first step to slaying a dragon is for one person to say, probably drunk in a bar somewhere, âI bet it can be done, though.â Itâs about being kind merely for the sake of kindness, and because you have the means to be, and giving a fuck because the world is (somehow, mysteriously, against all evidence) worth it and we donât have anywhere else to go anyway. Itâs about digging in your heels and believing that one single atom of justice, one molecule of mercy does exist somewhere in the mindboggling vastness of the universeâbelieving in that, even if for no other reason than fuck you, buddy; fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. I do what I want and this, this is what I want; this is the world I want to live in: One where the atom of justice exists, even if Iâve never seen it myself, even if Iâll never see it.
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crossing the line | one | kmg
pairing: mingyu x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff (ish) word count: 1.6k warnings: smut (18+), minors do not interact, kissing, a little bit of dirty talking, swearing. a/n: this is something new i'm trying so i'm still a little insecure about it. a huge thanks to @ressonancee for putting up with my shit while i wrote this. if you filled the form to get tagged in my fics but was not tagged for this one, it means that you are either a minor or i didn't find your age anywhere in your blog.
part two
this is part of my new series, seventeen as songs from lover (ts)
Mingyu â Paper RingsI hate accidents, except when we went from friends to thisâł Mingyu had always been your best friend and that line had never been crossed before, then, one day, you woke up naked ion his bed with a vivid memory of the previous night.
Even before opening your eyes, you already knew you weren't in your bed. The mattress was a little too soft, the sheets not all the velvet feeling you were used to, and the smell didn't remind you of lavender like your room did. Above all that, the hand possessively holding onto your thigh was definitely not yours.
Without looking, you knew it was Mingyu by your side.Â
Peeking under the covers wasn't necessary but you wanted to make sure. Yep, naked.
You weren't drunk the night before and hadn't gotten even close to it. Although it was true that you couldnât drink a lot, half a beer wasnât enough to get you drunk. If anything, you had never been sober. It was a completely conscious choice to have sex with Mingyu.
"Why were you flirting so much with Soonyoung?" Mingyu had asked, while you were looking for your phone.
"We always kind of flirt when he gets drunk" the answer had left your lips mindlessly because it was the truth.
Drunk Soonyoung was cute, sometimes bubbly, sometimes a crying mess. But all times flirty. You never flirted when he was sober, though.Â
"Today was a little too much, don't you think?"
Mingyu followed you around his apartment, to his bedroom, arms crossed over his chest, his brows forming a frown. You turned around and walked to him, pulling his arms down to his sides.
"What is it with you today?" you asked softly, running your thumb over his eyebrows until the frown was gone "You've been really grumpy"
Mingyu sighed, his hands on your hips. You became too aware of the height difference between the two of you, of the way his body leaned down on yours. Mingyu had always been touchy, always. But the way his hands were sitting on your hips, his fingers lightly pressing your skin over the fabric of your dress was different.Â
Mingyu dropped his forehead to your shoulder, and your hand naturally went to his neck, caressing his hair.Â
"I think I'm going crazy" he whined.Â
Laughing you poked at his ribs with your free hand.
"You are a little crazy"
You felt as if your heart was going to combust at any second. Mingyu's touch on your waist became a little tighter, the tips of his fingers digging into your skin. It felt good, way too good.
Like a feather, Mingyu pressed his lips to the skin of your shoulder, where it connected with your neck.
"What are you doing?" you whispered.Â
He simply hummed and continued to kiss your shoulder, now lightly sucking on your skin. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but just enough to drive you insane.Â
It would be a lie to say that you never thought of Mingyu as more than just your handsome friend. The guy was attractive and he knew that, and capitalized well on the fact. So once, or twice, you allowed your mind to drift to that place, of him kissing you like you had seen him do with other girls. But the reality of it was incomparable to any dream or thought you might have had. Each little kiss from Mingyu gave you sent little tingles through your body.
"Mingyu, we drank today" you finally managed to push out.
Mingyu immediately pulled away from you, his eyes searching yours, both hands now on your face. He wanted to cross many lines with you but not if you were drunk.
"Fuck, I'm sorry" he pressed his forehead to yours for a second, before giving you a quick kiss "Let me drive you back"Â
The only reason why Mingyu even thought of initiating something with you was because he didn't see you drink at all. It was sort of an understanding between you two that if Soonyoung and Chan were around neither of you would drink because they could get out of control.Â
When Mingyu started to pull away, when you no longer felt his hands on you, a weird sense of emptiness started to spread over you. You held his hand, your eyes never leaving his. You could hardly blame your actions on the half beer you drank five hours before.Â
"If we do this," you said carefully, low voice "It's a one-time kind of thing. Tomorrow morning we go back to what we are"
"You just said you're drunk"
"Listen to me" you pulled his face close to yours, the deep red of your nails contrasting with his tanned skin "I drank half a beer before Soonyoung and Chan even got here. This is your only chance, either take it or drive me home"
Mingyu didn't need to be told twice. In a second you pressed against the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he delved back into your neck. Long gone were the soft kisses. The man was pure hunger.
He nibbled your jaw as his hand caressed the side of your breast.
"I always knew you wanted me" he smirked against your skin.
Finally, his lips found yours. All patient Mingyu was a distant memory as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, demanding control.Â
You were all too pleased to give it to him.
Mingyu walked back, hands on your ass, never breaking this kiss. He had waited years for a chance with you, there was no way he'd waste a single second of your touch.Â
"I'm going to take my sweet time with you," he said, dropping you in his bed.
You smirked, pulling your hair away from your face.Â
"I don't think you can" you eyed the bulge in his sweats "I mean, you're hard just from kissing"
Mingyu had always been big but his new obsession with the gym was paying off. His arms had gotten huge and his shoulders larger than before. You didn't look away as he pulled his shirt over his head and his pants down.Â
Without a word Mingyu kneeled on the bed, slowly, teasingly, running his fingers over your legs. You whimpered when he finally touched your thighs, making him smile again.
"You talk a big game but I'm sure of what Iâll findâ
Mingyu kissed your inner thighs, goosebumps erupting in your skin. He didnât take his eyes off you for a second. He knew where he was going without needing to look at you. Like he had somehow memorized your body.Â
Ever so slowly, he pulled the hem of your dress up. You almost wanted to groan at the fact that you didnât put on your nice, sexy, lingerie. Instead, you had body shorts on. Mingyu didnât seem to mind one bit though, as he kissed every bit of skin that was exposed while he pulled your panties down.Â
âGod, why are you so slow?â you complained, pulling your dress over your head âIf youâre going to eat me out, just eat me outâ
You couldnât help but squirm under Mingyu, desperate for him to touch where you needed him the most. It was embarrassing to admit that you were already worked up from the little he had given you. The small gasp that left your lips, followed by a moan, once he finally pressed his fingers against your clit, was the last tug at any self-restraint Mingyu still had.
âDripping for me,â he saidÂ
Then he reached for the drawer, pulled it open, and took a condom out.Â
âAll of this teasing and youâre really not gonna suck me?â you complained, sliding down on the bed, rubbing yourself on his thigh desperate for any sort of friction.
âI will, babyâ he kissed you, while kicking his boxers off and rolling the condom on âbut I think both of us will die if I donât fuck you alreadyâ
Without a warning, Mingyu pushed into you. A mix of a moan and a gasp left your lips as he filled you completely. He nested his head on the crock of your neck, sucking harshly on the skin, at the same time you dug your snail into his back.Â
He moved at a steady pace at first, long slow strokes that hit you in all the right places. You pulled his face to yours. There was something in his eyes, completely different but not something you could afford to read into at the moment.
âMingyu, fuckâ you moaned âHarderâ
With his lips on yours, one hand on your hip to keep in place, and the other above your head, Mingyu increased his pace. His kisses were frantic, matching the way the rest of his body moved.
âPlease, tell me youâre closeâ he begged against your lips âI need you to cum, babyâ
You nodded, eyes shut, as you felt your insides grow tight with the build-up of your orgasm. Mingyu chased his high too, his thrusts getting sloppy.
He held your body to his, painting over your chest as your body shook with pleasure. He never stopped kissing you, you noticed. Even after it was over, both of your bodies covered in sweat, he was still dropping kisses all over you.
âGive me two minutes,â he said once he managed to recover his breath, the most charming smile on his face âand Iâll eat you out.â Â
You laughed and pushed his face away.
âYou donât have it in youâ
Running a hand through your hair you looked at Mingyu, still deep in his sleep by your side. He kept his promise, more than once actually.Â
It was a bad idea, to sleep with Mingyu. You knew that. He was your friend. Had been for years. Mingyu was the one you turned to when things got hard, when you needed comforting, or sometimes just someone to knock some sense into you.Â
You didnât want anything to change between you any further than it had already had.
With that in mind, you pulled his hand from your thigh and got up. You collected your clothes from the floor and left his room, and apartment altogether.Â
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What's up with batman and the erasing of queer history? Sry I try to interact with fanon as little as possible
There is no simple or short answer to this but to try and not make it a wall of text - Batman/Robin has always been a staple of the queer community, so much so that to this day there are "brudick" graffiti in big cities and lots of older gay couples have been using them as a reference for solid partnership which endures in spite of adversity.
Originally there was no indication anywhere that Bruce and Dick were in the roles of father and son, rather they were partners against crime, one the shadow of the other, and they would share everything both when it came to crime fighting and in their everyday lives. They're shown sleeping together, going on lake trips together, finishing each other's sentences and Dick being viciously jealous every time Bruce would "replace" him with any of the women he used to have flings with such as Talia or Selina.
Did DC mean for them to be read as a queer couple? No, of course not. Bob Kane and others wrote a partnership, an unbreakable bond which would allow these two men to overcome any obstacle together, and queer people read into it as queer people always do.
Someone else read into it though: Frederick Wertham, who called Batman a pederast and used Batman and Robin as an example of how the evil comics would corrupt young minds to send them on the way of perdition and sin. He wrote all of this and many more infuriating shit in his book Seduction of the Innocents, which was then the major influence in creating the Hayes Code, which is the reason why we never had queer characters in comicbooks and movies and anything really for decades (and we're still struggling today).
Wertham and the Hayes Code did not stop the queer community from loving Batman and Robin though, therefore what started happening was the more subtle shift towards Bruce and Dick having a father and son relationship rather than a partnership. You can see this clearly with Jason Todd for the first time: Bruce takes Jason in and treats him as his own son, the narrative calls them father and son, and there is no doubt in the mind of who's reading that Bruce perceives Jason as his child. It all went steadily downhill from there.
Nowadays, writers have Dick say character assassinating things like "I love you dad" to Bruce, Tim saying "we will save our dad" to Damian, and everyone in the fandom acting like this has always been the case and actually you're weird and you should be sent death threats for shipping Brudick, because "UMMM that is literally his son?!??!?!?". DC has been pushing the idea that these folks are a nuclear family for a while now, but whoever has actually read the comics knows it's not the case, and it used to be very different before.
Brudick, among queer people, used to be entirely uncontroversial. While Wertham raged about how it corrupted the minds of young men and the Hayes Code prevented queerness to be anything but vaguely hinted and coded in the text, queer folks didn't care and kept having matching Batman and Robin shirts.
Today queer people will call you a pedophile and a groomer and try to doxx you for posting Brudick art because apparently they're doing the fascists' job for them, either because they are genuinely misguided or because they think that if they're enough morally pure they will have a spot among the chosen ones, hell if I know. What I know is that they'd suck Wertham's cock and balls if he wrote Seduction of the Innocents today, and it's DC's fault too with their erasure of every found family dynamic among the batclan, and the way they've been pushing the idea of a "batfamily" instead, in which everyone has a strict role of son or brother or father, and shipping them makes you the antichrist.
#I personally don't even ship brudick#and the ships between bats and birds don't do much for me in general#but I see the devastation caused by how queer people police and censor (and abuse) each other#on the basis of preserving the sanctity of a family that doesn't exist and is not even a family#my asks#my meta#dick grayson#bruce wayne#brudick
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đŻď¸ cassian, lucien, tamlin, azriel, rhysand, eris. spanking, praise, dirty talk, breeding kink, degradation, oral(receiving), sub x dom relationships, wrote this at like 2am so itâs not the greatest thing iâve ever produced. enjoy!
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⢠loves to tease you, especially while youâre busy.
⢠reading? no youâre not. cassian is busy chatting away in your ear, whispering filthy things that would make asmodeous blush.
⢠takes you anywhere and everywhere, especially when you two first mated. it drove everybody else crazy.
⢠likes quickies. nuts inside you everytime.
âcass.. cassie! slow down, slow down!â cassian groans as he ruts into you, hard and fast and so perfectly deep you feel like you can touch the stars blurring your vision. âshhh, baby.. youâre gonna get us caught. is that what you want? want rhysie to see me fucking your brains out?â he held you up against the lounge room wall, the lounge room that was less than two doors down from rhysandâs office, where he was holding a serious meeting. a meeting cassian was supposed to be at, but he had ditched to bury himself inside your welcoming pussy. âshit.. squeezinâ me so fuckinâ tight.â he groaned into your ear, keeping a firm grip on your ass. âcassian..â you whimpered, digging your nails into his shoulders, near his wings. a shiver ran down his spine and he gave a particularly hard thrust into your heat, and you cried out loudly. cassian slapped his hand over your mouth, resting his forehead against yours. âfuck. gonna cum inside you.â he grunted, roughly shoving himself into your dripping heat over and over again. his thumb caught against your clit and he began rubbing feverish circles against it, drawing you to an orgasm. you cried against his hand as his hips stuttered and he emptied himself inside you, filling your womb. âfuck.. thatâs my girl.â
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⢠loves fucking you slow.
⢠worships your body from head to toe, kissing every single part of you until youâre shaking and begging him to make you cum.
⢠EATS. IT.
⢠biggest munch alive. would happily spend the next two thousand years of his life buried between your thighs with his tongue lapping against your cunt.
⢠doesnât like quickies but will do them if you need. knows how to make you cum in twenty seconds flat.
⢠praises you like crazy.
rhys laid you down on your shared bed gently, pressing a kiss against your ankle. you sat up on your elbows and gazed at him as he unlatched the hook on your high heel, pulling it off and soon doing the same with the other. ârhys.. whatâs the matter?â you asked softly, reaching out to run your hand through his soft hair. âam i not allowed to love my wife?â he discarded your heels and crawled on top of you, pulling the skirt of your dress up over your hips and letting it rest on your stomach. he got down and pressed his lips against your clothed cunt, kissing above your clit. he reveled in the way your body reacted to his touch, twitching and relaxing under him. âi love you..â you muttered. he smirked against your heat, hooking his fingers over the waistband of your panties and pulling them down to your ankles, discarding them as he did your heels. âi know.â he went for your clit immediately, making you moan and arch your back. âyouâll never question my love for you when iâm done.â
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⢠shadows.
⢠knows your body like the back of his hand
⢠is canonically a slut. knows how to please a woman but can get impatient.
⢠will fuck you with half his dick to get you used to him at first.
⢠chokes you. loves seeing your pretty throat underneath his hand.
⢠his shadows whisper in your ears and trail along your body while he defiles you.
⢠begs you to sit on his face.
itâs cold all around, but the temperature doesnât reach your skin. azrielâs shadows wrapped around your naked body, slinking over your breasts and dipping between your legs as azrielâs large hands held your thighs open. he positioned himself between your legs, reaching one hand to begin jerking himself off. his gaze roamed over your supple flesh, arched back and glossy lips looking so perfect for him. he had eaten you out prior, making sure you were relaxed and wet enough to take him. âready?â he groaned, finding it increasingly difficult to restrain from touching you. âyes..â he slipped inside of you immediately, slowly pressing each inch inside of you. the stretch hurt in such a good way. youâd never fully get used to the feeling of him. âshit.. good.. thatâs good. youâre taking me so well, princess.â he groans as his shadows swirl around your neck. itâs imposing, an arousing threat. azriel places his hand over your throat and squeezes gently. âlike that?â he asks. you whimper as he begins picking up the pace, fucking into you feverishly. âlike that, huh? you like being fucked like this?â he asks repeatedly, but you canât respond. can only nod and whimper and choke on your moans. âgood.. take it.â
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⢠rough but gentle and romantic sometimes.
⢠loves being buried inside of you.
⢠prefers to fuck in the bedroom but will take you out in the garden.
⢠loves it when you say his name. chooses you every calanmai but refuses to marry you.
⢠loves spanking your ass.
âsay my name, baby.â he growls, his grip on your hips borderline bruising as he ruts into you from behind. he lands a slap against your ass cheek, leaving a red print. âsay it.â âtam! tamlin..!â you cry out, face-down-ass-up for your high lord. âfuck.. yeah, baby. takinâ my cock so good. made for it.â he mumbles from behind you, the sound of your wet cunt and his pelvis slapping against your ass filling the room. the bed lurched forward each time he thrusted into you, filling you up perfectly, nearly kissing your cervix. he leaned forward and pinched your clit, making you jerk and cry out. âcum for me, baby. now. cum for me.â he growls, picking up speed and railing you so hard you felt that your back would give. your cunt clenched around him so hard you were seeing stars, but what sent you over the edge was one more swipe over your clit and one more swat at your ass. you fell apart on his cock, spasming as he emptied himself inside of you. he stayed sheathed in your cunt for a few moments before leaning down and pressing a kiss against your temple. âgood girl.. did so good for me.â he wrapped his arms around you and the feeling of his breath on your neck sent a shiver down your spine. âlove you, baby.â
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⢠the most gentle and attentive lover EVER.
⢠wonât cum unless you do.
⢠he whimpers.
⢠charming, so charming. got you to fall in love with him by weaving you a bracelet made of dandelions.
⢠praises you sooo much. is absolutely pussy whipped and head over heels for you.
⢠big dick. fucks with fire in his veins. is always warm.
âare you okay?â lucien asks. he was above you in the sprawling grass of the autumn court, in one of the autumn estateâs many gardens. he caged you between his arms as you lied on your back in the soft grass, amongst the leaves. the soft breeze brushed past your naked bodies, making your nipples peak. âyes.. iâm perfect, lucien.â you leaned forward to press your lips against his smooth, sun-kissed skin as he gently thrusted into you, sighing and mewling in pleasure. you embraced each other as he picked up the pace a bit, keeping a steady balance between going fast and deep. you moaned, a serene feeling spreading over your body, making you smile. his hand intertwined with yours as his cock began twitching inside of you. âgod.. beautiful, iâm gonna cum.â you squeezed his hand as he leaned down to kiss your neck, sucking it gently. you smiled like a fox, leaning up to whisper in his ear. âletâs cum together.â and that you did. your words pushed him over the edge and he pulled out as you reached your peak, spilling his load all over your stomach and beneath breasts. he was breathing hard as he laid himself next to you, gathering you up in his arms. âi love you.â you smiled. âi love you too, lucie. but youâre crushing my leg.â
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⢠breeds. you.
⢠LOVES to fuck you on his fathers throne.
⢠loves to parade you around the autumn court and take you with him when he goes to visit the night court. youâre just so pretty, how could he not show off his beautiful mate?
⢠is surprisingly gentle and caring behind closed doors. is obsessed with you.
⢠tits. loves tits. basic boy. boobs = happiness.
âthere you go.. ride me, whore. fuck.â erisâ calloused hands grasped roughly at your boobs as you rode him, making you moan and whimper. âeris..â you mewled. he grunted and moved his hands down to your hips. he gripped them and began thrusting upwards into you, hard. the sound of your wet cunt reverberated against the walls, echoing around the throne room. eris took you in his fatherâs throne for the third time that week while beron was away attending business that neither of you cared to know the reason for. âfuck. you like that? like it when i fuck this perfect cunt?â he asked, tweaking your nipples between his fingers roughly before taking one into his mouth, sucking harshly. âyes!â you cried, grasping onto his shoulders as you slammed your hips down onto him each time he thrusted up. âthatâs a good whore.. want me to fill your womb? make you bare my heir? huh?â you nodded your head, unintelligible nonsense about wanting to be a good incubator for him falling from your lips. he smirked as he watched you babble and felt your hips stutter as you neared climax, your walls tightening around him. âgood.. take it, slut.â
#acotar#x reader#fanfiction#acotar smut#batboys#lucien x reader#cassian#azriel#eris vanserra#rhysand#tamlin#smut#drabbles#bookslut
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Love is Kind
All of the stories I was reading today were sad Steve and it made me cry so I wrote happy Steve to make me feel better.
@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03
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Jeana looked down at the purple water lilies in Steve's hand in distaste.
"Water lilies?" she asked, frowning. "Not red roses?"
Steve looked at her in confusion. "Yeah, your favorite flower in your favorite color."
"Yeah," she agreed, reluctantly taking the flowers. "But red roses are more romantic for Valentine's Day."
Steve went from wilting in disappointment to her reaction, to standing up straight with a spine of steel. "Oh I get it now." He took bouquet back from her forcefully. "Yeah, we're done."
Jeana's eyes went wide. "You're breaking up with me on Valentine's Day over a bunch of flowers?"
"No, Jeana," he said coldly. "We're done because you didn't tell me you wanted red roses. I assumed that the cheaper more personal water lilies would be the perfect thing for Valentine's Day."
Jeana winced.
"Ohhh..." Steve said, "I get it now. You wanted the Harrington money." He rubbed his fingers together. "Despite the fact that I work at a book store. That I told you when we first started going out that I had been kicked out."
Jeana rolled her eyes. "You still wore nice clothes and had fancy hair products in your bathroom, like I was supposed to believe that obvious lie?"
"I save for those!" Steve hissed. "I can't use anything else for my hair, I've tried. And yeah, so sue me for buying something nice once in a while."
She peeked around him to see the table was set with romantic candles and another bouquet of water lilies. "You weren't even going to take me out to eat?"
Steve tossed the flowers on the counter behind him. "Why else would I have you come here instead of picking you up?"
Jeana threw her arms in the air. "I thought you were supposed to be this Romeo, this Casanova."
Steve's nostrils flared. "Out!"
She stomped her foot and crossed her arms. "I'm not going anywhere until we talk this through!"
"There is nothing to talk about," Steve said, spinning her around and pushing her toward the door. "You were expecting me to shell out a shit ton of money on you, money you thought I was hiding from you. It's clear you were never interested in me, only the money and prestige the Harrington name brought you."
He opened the door and shoved her through it. "Goodbye."
He slammed the door behind her and gripped his hair tightly. Not enough to pull but just enough to feel pain at pressure of his tugging.
Now he had dinner that was about to be ready in ten minutes, no girlfriend, and a dessert he had slaved over all day.
He needed to call someone to share this with. Robin was doing Valentine's with Vickie so she was out.
Then his eyes lit up. He knew exactly who to call.
He walked over to the phone and dialed.
"Hello, Munson's Funeral Parlor, you tag 'em, we bag 'em," the warm baritone came through the line.
"Eddie!" Steve said with a giggle.
"Stevie!" Eddie greeted back. "To what to I owe this pleasure?"
"How goes your anti-consumerism night in?" Steve asked, avoiding Eddie's question.
"Eh..." Eddie said. "Could be better. I'm watching violent movies to make myself feel less lonely."
Steve chewed on his bottom lip. "I have a warm lasagna, fresh breadsticks, and a nice bottle of wine and suddenly sans a girlfriend if you wanted to have some company."
"What happened with Jeana?" Eddie asked.
Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "She didn't want me, she wanted the Harrington money, the King Steve charm, and a Casanova, not Steve Harrington who works at a queer little book shop in the middle of town."
"Well, fuck her," Eddie said. "Her loss. You bet I'll be there, sweetheart. Just give me time to put on my shoes and I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Thanks, Eds."
*
Steve opened the door a few minutes later to find that Eddie somehow had found sunflowers in the middle of fucking winter.
âWhere are on earth did you find these, Eds?â Steve asked, breathing in the scent of his favorite flower.
Eddie tapped his nose knowingly. He spotted the water lilies in the vase on the table and dumped them in the trash. He replaced them with Steveâs sunflowers.
âThere, that livens up the place better,â he said, turning to Steve, âdonâcha think?â
Steve smiled back at him. âYeah it really does.â
He went and made up their plates as Eddie opened the wine. He set them down on the table while Eddie filled their glasses. Steve trotted back to the kitchen and pulled out the breadsticks that were warming in the oven. He put them in a nice basket a covered them with a towel. He set them on the table between Eddie and him.
âThis looks fantastic, Stevie,â Eddie murmured and dug into the lasagna. âOoh. This is better than fantastic. This is divine.â
Steve hurried to take a sip of his wine to hide the flush of pleasure at the compliment that dusted his cheeks. And judging from the smirk on Eddieâs face, he hadnât been successful at all.
âSo what were you watching before I interrupted you?â he asked, blush still staining his cheeks.
âChinatown.â
Steve grimaces. âThat is pretty violent. A little depressing too.â
Eddie shrugged, stabbing another bite of lasagna. âWas kind of the point. Didnât want anything happy or romantic today.â
Steve picked up his glass and held up to Eddie. âIâll drink to that.â
Eddie laughed, but clinked their glasses together and drank when Steve did.
They polished off all of the breadsticks, all of the wine, and about half of the lasagna. Steve put the leftovers in the fridge.
âYou want a soda or something?â he called from the door of the fridge.
âIâll take a beer if you have one,â Eddie called back from the sofa.
Steve grabbed two beers and handed one of the cans to Eddie.
âI thought you preferred bottles, babe,â Eddie said, popping open the can.
âI do,â Steve muttered darkly. âThey were Jeanaâs.â
Eddie cackled. âHereâs to stealing your exâs shitty beer!â
Steve laughed too. âCheers!â
Eddie went over to Steveâs record player and put on some Metallica heâd left over here and then flopped back on the sofa next to Steve.
âThanks for coming over,â Steve murmured over the screaming riffs of Master of Puppets. âRob is over at Vickieâs tonight and didnât want to ruin her Valentineâs day, too.â
Eddie smiled softly. âAnd since I refuse to participate in the rampant consumerism of the day, there would be nothing for you to ruin.â
Steve chuckled. âThat and youâre my best friend. I couldnât think of anyone else Iâd want to spend it with.â
This time it was Eddieâs turn to blush and he shoved a lock of hair in front of his face to hide the redness of his cheeks. He pushed playfully at Steveâs shoulder. âFuck off. Iâm sure there are lots of people you could have called that would have come running.â
âRob was first pick,â Steve said, âyou were second. I mean it, Eds. I wanted to share everything Iâd done for her with you instead.â
Eddieâs blush reached his ears and stained the column of his throat. âYou keep that shit up and this boy is going to start thinking impure thoughts.â
Steve blinked for a moment before he laughed. It wasnât a harsh or hurtful laugh. It was bright and cheerful. âYou put out on the first date, Eds?â
Eddie who was starting to think heâd taken it a step too far, stared up at Steve in amazement. He got his wits back fast enough to quip, âOnly if theyâre pretty enough.â
Steve ducked his head and scratched the back of his neck trying to hide his embarrassment. Well maybe that was the wrong word. Charmed. He was fucking charmed.
âYou think Iâm pretty?â he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Eddie raised Steveâs chin with his finger. âThe prettiest boy Iâve ever seen, Stevie.â
Steve gulped. âAnd if I told you that Iâve had the biggest crush on you for so long?â
âThen I would ask why we arenât dating, sweetheart,â Eddie murmured, leaning in close.
Steve let out a shuddering sigh. âBecause I didnât think I was an option for you.â
Eddie half knelt on the sofa, cupping his face in his hands. âYou are my number one option, honey. Just say the word and Iâm yours.â
âMine.â
Eddie grinned and then kissed Steve gently on the lips. He pulled back after a moment. âThis isnât just because youâre lonely on Valentineâs Day, right?â
Steve pulled Eddie onto his lap and brushed their noses together. âNo, baby. She was only ever a placeholder for you. And a piss poor one at that. She never loved me for me. Not like you.â
Eddie chuckled. âAnd what makes you think I love you, pretty boy?â
âBecause you knew I would be sad and brought me sunflowers.â
Eddie kissed Steve fiercely. âYou are too clever for your own good, honey. Yes, that is exactly why I brought them. Because I didnât want you to be sad. Because I wanted you to feel loved.â
âAnd I do,â Steve murmured. âI love you, too. So so much.â
âGood.â
They resumed kissing. It was darker. Deeper. More potent. Eddie could write songs and poems and books filled with the love he felt for this man and finding out that he felt the same.
All the bookstores and libraries in all the world couldnât begin to fill the amount of pages Eddie would need to even try and convey how he felt in that moment.
But it could be summed up in one word.
Ecstasy.
Just pure ecstasy.
*
Robin wasnât sure if it could be called a walk of shame when she had told Steve that she would be spending the night at Vickieâs, but walking into their shared apartment after the wild sex they had had last night she did feel a little silly.
She stopped short when she saw who was in her kitchen making breakfast in Steveâs track pants.
âEddie?â she squeaked.
Eddie looked up at her with a grin. âWelcome home, Bucksters! If you havenât eaten yet, pull up a chair and grab a stack of pancakes. Iâve made plenty.â
âYouâre not Jeana,â Robin said stupidly.
âNope.â
âSteve would never cheat,â she said, again trying to figure this out.
âNope.â
âYou two are a couple now?â Robin asked, her brain still in first gear.
âYup!â
Just then a very sleep rumpled Steve came wandering out of his bedroom and latched on to Eddie. âI missed you.â He kissed Eddieâs neck.
Eddie kissed his temple. âSorry, sweetness. I got hungry.â
âMhmm..â he muttered. âDoes smell good.â
âMorning, dingus.â Robin crossed her arms in front of her chest. âYou want to tell what this is about?â
Steve looked over at her and gave her a dopey smile. âJeana sucked. Only wanted the Harrington money and not me. Called Eddie over to make me less sad. He brought me sunflowers and made me very happy.â
Robin looked over at Eddie who half shrugged around a clingy Steve. âThatâs the gist of it.â
âGot it,â she said. âIâm happy for you both.â
She grabbed a plate and pilled on the pancakes, with Steve releasing Eddie to do the same.
As the three of them sat down and ate Eddieâs pancakes, Steve smiled happily to himself.
He was with the two people he loved most in all the world and he wouldnât change a thing.
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hi! so, an anon asked for this. i had a LOT of fun with this one, and i hope you enjoy! literally not edited in the slightest because this one wrote itself and i don't have time to read over 9k words.
summary: You're Ava's friend, and that is enough to make Melissa hate you. But then, through volunteering for different events through the school, the redheaded teacher finds that she's falling for you. You have money, not that anyone knows, and when the school desperately needs money, you anonymously donate a generous amount. Of course, the Abbott crew isn't satisfied with not knowing who donated all of that money, and they sure as hell intend to find out.
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You grew up with a lot of money. You donât even need this job- Daddy still has you covered and pays for most of your expenses, as much as you continue to tell him that you are perfectly capable of making it on your own. You have enough saved up from all of the ridiculous amounts of money you received from past birthdays, as well as high school and college graduation presents, not to mention the fact that you have a good portion of money invested into different stocks, and youâre doing pretty damn well for yourself.
Dad taught you all about personal finances when you were younger- heâs a successful day trader, but heâs always been on the financial side of business work to begin with, and Mom is a lawyer.
And while you had quite a lavish lifestyle, your parents still chose to reside in Philadelphia, and not necessarily the nice area of Philly either. But it was part of their story, and they wanted to stay close to their roots, so they raised you here. And growing up, you became close friends (maybe even best friends) with the one and only: Ava Coleman. She was your partner in crime growing up, and you never lost contact with her once you graduated high school.
You went off to school to pursue a career in education, much to both of your parents surprise- but they supported you in your decision.
(âI hope you raise the next generation to be smart,â Mom had told you. âBring up some new lawyers for generations to come, yeah?â
âTeach those kids how to make it out alive like Ma and I did, got it kiddo?â Dad had joked with you, but you knew he was being serious.)
After years of teaching at one of the other public schools in the suburbs of your city, you decided that you wanted to come back to your roots. You miss Philly and all of the excitement that comes with it. You miss the odd odor that lingers in the streets, and the way that no one could give half a shit and jaywalked. You miss the way that you could pretty much walk anywhere, and within a few minutes you could be milling around Reading Terminal Market looking for some good eats. So you call your best friend for some advice.
âGirl, why didnâ you tell me sooner?â Ava asks you once youâve explained to her that you want to come back to the city. âI own a school now, and I can for sure get you a job here.â
âAva,â you sigh. âWhat the hell do you mean you own a school? Do you mean youâre the principal of a school?â
âSame thing,â you can practically hear your best friend rolling her eyes.
âThatâs awesome,â you congratulate her. âHowâd you manage that?â
âYou know how Iâve been helping out at the Abbott elementary admin building with financials? Well,â she cackles into the phone. âI did some deep diving, and I found out that the super intendant of the district has been sleeping around- found hotel bills and everything on the company card for quickies. All I had to do was bring that up, and boom! I get a new title, a nice raise, and I own a school! Iâve been there for a couple months now, but there are more turnovers here than there were in the last Super Bowl, so I can for sure get you in.â
âA couple months? Has it really been that long since we last talked?â
âSince we actually caught up, yeah,â she sighs dramatically. âYou and your fancy teaching job out in the âburbs. It ainât gonna be fancy like that though, we donâ even got money for a proper librarian.â
âRemember, we grew up in Philly,â you remind her. âI know what itâs like. But can you really get me a job?â
âFor sure,â she tells you. âWith Summer coming up, I be knowinâ Iâm about to get a lot of resignations from these people I thought were spicy White people but ainât. The only spicy white lady here is Schemmenti- pretty sure sheâs part of the mob, but I ainât about to dig. Weâll have you join us next school year.â
âI highly doubt a teacher working in Philly is part of the mob,â you roll your eyes. âBut if youâre serious, then yes. I would love to come work with you.â
âFor me,â she corrects. âJust because we friends donât mean I ainât about to subject you to all of my bullshit at school- you get to deal with the full Ava experience in all its glory just like everybody else.â
âIâve been subject to it for my entire life,â you laugh.
âIâll reach out when I can officially accept your resume and offer you a position, but in the mean time⌠girl, when we getting our nails done?â
By some grace of God, Ava is able to keep her word, and youâre officially an employee of Willard R. Abbott Elementary School starting in August as a second grade teacher. You walk in arms full of boxes stacked so high you can barely see over them, not dressed in your fanciest clothes- you have a whole separate wardrobe when it comes to teaching. You know how this works- clothes will be ruined. Hell, some clothes were ruined at a nicer suburban school, so you know that some of your outfits will not be wearable by the end of the school year- or even the first week with the kids if youâre that unlucky.
âThere you are, bitch!â Ava grins and runs over to you as you enter. Sheâs decked out in Eagles apparel, itâs all bejeweled in true Ava Coleman fashion. âIâm so happy youâre here- you boutta blow the roof off this place!â
You roll your eyes playfully but smile at her. âCan you just show me where my room is so I can start setting it up before we have to do our development activities?â
âDonât you got people to do that for you?â
âNo,â you shake your head. âI am fully capable of setting up my classroom myself- without people to move everything for me.â
âLame,â she sighs. âI always like seeing the sexy movers your Dad hires for you.â
âI explicitly told him I didnât want him to do that for me,â you tell her. âAnd I told him that if he sent people here to move stuff from my car, I would never be respected. I know how it goes around here, and so does he. So, here I am.â
The principal leads you down to your room. âAll yours,â she grins as she unlocks the door.
You look around once youâve set your boxes on the ground and bite your lip thoughtfully. You can make do with this space.
âYour team is Janine⌠annoying ass dork, and Melissa⌠mean Italian lady who is working for the mob.â
âYouâre still on that?â
âGuilty until proven innocent!â Ava quips.
âYouâre ridiculous,â you laugh. âCare to give me a hand with unloading the rest of the stuff from my car?â
âGirl, I just got my nails done, and you sure as hell know I donât do manual labor. Iâm the principal now- that shitâs beneath me!â She turns on her heel. âSee you in the library in an hour!â
You report down to the gym a little before everyone else to get your bearings, and to beg your best friend to not make a huge deal about you being here- specifically requesting that she doesnât speak anything of your family or the business. You have a relatively common last name, so it isnât like anyone would hear your name and immediately know of your family either.
âI wonâ say anything about your fam, but you sure as hell know Iâm gonna let them know your my bitch and they shouldnât mess with you.â
You sulk back to your seat, dreading whatever the hell Ava is going to say about your arrival at the school.
The rest of your colleagues make their way in and take seats in their designated seats, you still lingering in the back. This way, youâre able to see some new faces, and you wouldnât want to take anyoneâs unofficially assigned seat. Once everyone is seated you join them. You can immediately pick out a few of the names that Ava had thrown out over the summer. Janine is sitting with Gregory and Jacob, and the redheaded woman is clearly Melissa. Sitting next to her is who has to be what Ava described to as, âMelissaâs heterosexual work wife and life partner,â Barbara Howard.
The principal heads to the stage and starts her greeting in true Ava fashion- telling them all how much she wishes they werenât here and she was still clubbing it up down at the shore, but she supposes itâs okay to see them again. And then she begins to introduce the new teachers- she, of course, saves you for last.
âAnd finally,â she breaks out in a grin and does a little dance. âwe have Y/N. Listen up: this girl is my ride or die, and even one of you steps out of line towards her, and we gonâ have problems.â
All eyes turn to you and your red cheeks, but you give a small wave.
âNow, onto the boring stuff,â Ava sighs. She drones on about the new school year and what is going to (supposedly) pan out over the next nine months before she dismisses you all to prep in your classrooms for the remainder of the day.
You make a break for the door as soon as you can, sweater wrapped around you tightly even though itâs sweltering hot in the school- apparently Mr. Johnson still hasnât fixed the air conditioning because he forgot which Boyz II Men song he assigned to the air system. As soon as youâre in your classroom, your sweater is off and youâre fanning yourself with a paper fan you had folded for yourself.
You continue to prepare for your students until you hear a gentle knock on the door. Who is standing there but Janine and Melissa.
âHi!â Janine grins as she steps in. âItâs so great to have you as an addition to our team, and Melissa and I just wanted to stop by and introduce ourselves! Iâm Janine, and this is-â She nudges the woman next to her.
The redhead just huffs and rolls her eyes. âSchemmenti,â is all she says.
âIf you need anything at all, please donât hesitate to come and ask one of us. My room is just down the hall, but lucky for you- Melissaâs room is right next door to you!â
âDonât need anything,â the fiery second grade teacher warns you. âI donât got time for someone whoâs gonna leave in a few weeks.â
Youâre somewhat taken aback by her abrasive personality, but you just smile instead. âThank you,â is all you say once Janine has hissed out a quiet, âMelissa!â
âDid you need any help at all yet?â
âShe donât need help, pipsqueak,â Melissa rolls her eyes. âSheâs got Ava on her side.â And with that, the redhead turns on her heel and leaves.
âDonât mind her,â Janine tells you as she steps into your classroom a bit further. âSheâs got a tough exterior, and she hated me too at first. But now, sheâs like my work mom, with Barbara being my other work mom, of course. She even brought me lunch to make sure I eat today.â
âThatâs very kind of her,â you say as you continue to set up your room.
âI like what you have goinâ on here,â your colleague nods her head in approval. âNice and warm, kinda like my room! Well, I have to get back to my own classroom, but if you need anything, come on down! The price is right!â She laughs at her own joke before strolling down the hallway.Â
Your first day at school is relatively peaceful, and before you know it, youâre allowed to leave. Of course though, you do plan on staying later because you have to finish up a few things before youâll be satisfied with the progress youâve made.
You see Melissa leaving her classroom, and despite not necessarily wanting to, you call out a gentle, âHave a good night, Melissa.â
She doesnât say anything in response, just gives a short nod of the head in your direction before continuing on down the hall.
As you gather your things to leave for the day, Ava shows up at your door.
âSo, we goinâ out for drinks?â
âI donât think I can,â you sigh. âI still have a lot of stuff that I have to prep for this, and I want to make sure it all gets done before the kids show up.â
âGirl, this would all be way easier if you just-â
âI donât need any hired help,â you cut her off because you know exactly what she was going to say.
âWell then, Iâm coming over,â your friend tells you, leaving no room for arguments. âItâs been too long since I seen you, or drank some of the good ass wine I know you have at your house.â
âBe my guest,â you chuckle as you sling your bag over your shoulder.
The rest of your development days are filled with boring meetings and time to prepare your classrooms. You find yourself a part of a committee to help with funding with a nudge from Ava.
âGirl, you donât gots to tell them how you know all of this stuff about finances,â she tells you. âBut it would be a big help to have someone like you on our team.â
âFine. But if it gets out who I come from, Iâm pulling out,â you point a finger at her. âI am not about to let my father get his hands on this and try to turn the school charter like heâs done before.â
She nods. âWhatever.â
The school year starts off strong. Youâve settled into your classroom, your kids absolutely adore you, and you adore them. Youâve spent some time with the other teachers in the school, besides Melissa, during preps, lunch duties, and recess duties. They all seem to like you, and you like them too.
Still though, you find yourself coming in early and staying late in order to get as much as you can together- you know once actual classwork starts to trickle in for you to grade, your plate is only going to get much more full. So any work that you can streamline and work ahead on, you do. The time where teachers are allowed to leave is upon you, and as much as you want to go home and take a nap, you know you really should stay and continue to work on lesson plans. Maybe you should start hanging up some of the work that your students have already done- their all about me posters and drawings. With a sigh, you gather the materials youâll need to create a bulletin board and the footstool you keep in your cabinet and make your way into the hallway.
âOi,â Melissa rolls her eyes as she closes her door for the night. âYou know that working overtime wonât make you a better teacher.â
âI know,â you say softly. âBut you know how it goes your first year in a new school.â
âYeah, I donât miss that shit,â the redhead huffs and starts to make her way down the hall.
âHave a good night, Melissa,â you call quietly.
âYeah, yeah, donât tell me what to do,â she tosses over her shoulder.
Wow. This woman was not easy to work with.
The next few days continue on like this, you staying later and later in order to stay on top of everything.
On Friday, you arrive early as you always do. While itâs casual Friday, and youâre allowed to wear jeans, you opt for a flowery sundress instead. Itâll keep your body temperature more regulated than a pair of stuffy jeans would. You know you arenât doing anything where a student could accidentally destroy this dress either, so you think itâs a safe call.
As you enter the staff room to grab your lunch from the refrigerator, you hear the redheadâs low voice.
âYou think youâre better than us, donât you?â she challenges you, and you really donât know why sheâs doing this.
âHm?â you hum as you grab your salad from the shelf.
âYou think youâre better than us, donât you?â she repeats. âComing in here all cozy with Ava, wearing something or than jeans on casual Friday, already having bulletin boards up⌠you mightâve come from a nice school bonfire, but youâre here now- adjust.â
All of your coworkersâ eyes go wide at this unprovoked âfightâ youâve found yourself in, and a few of them scold her.Â
âWhatâs she gonna do?â Melissa fires out to Barbara. âGo tell on me to Ava and get me fired? Please.â
You bite your lip nervously before smiling tightly. âHave a nice lunch, yâall⌠and have a nice weekend if I donât catch you before schoolâs over.â You leave the room with that and head back down to your classroom to eat your lunch while you pour over your lesson plans.
âMelissa,â Barbara sighs. âY/N has done nothing to you, and youâre treating her terribly! There is no need; you are better than this!â
âListen, sheâs just another one of Avaâs minions who is going to reign hell on me during the school year. She already drives me nuts with the effort sheâs putting in.â
âShe may be friends with Ava,â Janine cuts in. âBut I really donât think sheâs like her- she seems like she has drive and a true passion for our kids.â
âAnd that is what we need at this school,â the kindergarten teacher tells her friend. âWe need people who are willing to put in the effort and love on these kiddos the way that she is. I already had Dante tell me during my lunch duty that he loves second grade because of her! Do not go tearing her down and forcing her out when we need more educators like her!â
âI donât-â
âMelissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti,â Barbara pulls out the redheadâs full name, and Melissaâs eyes go wide at that. âBe nicer to the young girl. Give her a chance. You werenât even this hard on Jacob and Janine when they first joined us.â
âAnd now youâre like my work mom!â the energetic teacher grins.
âYou donât even have to go out of your way to be nice to her,â the elder teacher says. âJust donât be so harsh.â
âIf I say sure, can we go back to eating lunch and talking about our weekend plans?â
Deciding that youâve put enough hard work into this week and youâll make sure youâre in here bright and early the day after Labor day, you grab your bag to head out on time and make the most of this long weekend. You close your door and begin to lock it just as Melissa makes her way out of the classroom.
âYouâre not staying late tonight?â she looks at you with a raised brow.
âNo,â you chuckle. âI figured that I deserve to have this weekend to relax after a hectic first week. But Iâll be back bright and early on Tuesday.â
âMhmm,â the redhead hums as she fiddles with her door. âShit,â she grumbles as she struggles to get the lock to turn.
âDo you want some help?â you ask her gently.
âI got it,â she holds up a hand. âIâve been dealing with this damn door for the last two years. Mr. J will get around to it eventually.â
After watching her fight with the lock for long enough, you sigh and pull a bobby pin out of your hair. âSeriously, let me help.â
She steps aside, arms folded over her chest. Before you know it, you have her door locked, and youâre sliding the pin back into your hair.
âThank you,â she mutters.
âOf course,â you smile at her shyly. âHey, have a nice weekend.â
âYou too, kid,â she tells you, and there isnât any sort of bite behind her words. She isnât smiling at you, but she also isnât scowling at you.
Content with that conversation, you head for the doors and out to your car.
You make a pitstop on your way home into the Home Depot- youââ just buy a new lock for Melissaâs door and install it on Tuesday when you get there. Itâs a simple fix, and she doesnât have to know it was you that did it.
The weekend is nice. You and Ava go out clubbing on Friday and Saturday night before nursing your hangovers on Sunday together. And then on Monday, you make your way over to your parentsâ house with your partner in crime for the Labor Day barbecue they always hold. Itâs a good time, as it always is. Your parents are happy to see the lively woman again, and they thank her for helping to get you back to your roots.
Youâre back at Abbott bright and early- earlier than anybody else besides the janitor that lingers in the halls and doesnât do his job.
âGood morning, Mr. J!â you greet him happily.
âY/N,â he smiles back at you. âYou have a nice weekend?â
âI did,â you reply as you make your way down to your wing. âAnd you?â
âAlways a good time when youâre me,â he chuckles before continuing on his way humming a Boyz II Men song.Â
You quickly drop your things off in your room before changing out your colleagueâs crappy lock. You leave the new key in the hole so she has it, and then you settle at your desk to continue working on your lesson plans and preparations.
You hear her before you see her passing by your room to get to hers.
âHey, good morning,â you greet her quietly.
âMorninâ,â she huffs. Youâve gathered that she isnât much a morning person- at least not until sheâs had her first cup of coffee and has watched the news in the break room with her friends.
You a hear a soft, âHuh,â come from her mouth as she notices thereâs a new lock on her door. âTook you long enough, Mr. J.â She has no idea itâs you that changed it. Hopefully, this starts her week of well.
Your exchanges with the Italian lady in the room next door donât much go beyond a good morning and a good night each day as the weeks go on, but she doesnât frown at your mere existence anymore. If you squint, you can almost see a smile. The rest of your colleagues really seem to taking a liking to you, and youâre genuinely happy that you made the decision to come work here- even if it means putting up with your best friendâs shenanigans.
Everything is going swimmingly at work until one day Ava calls an emergency staff meeting at the end of the day.
Making your way into the library, you genuinely have no idea what she could have to announce so urgently. Apparently, neither do any of the other teachers.
âYouâre close with her,â Melissa falls into step with you. âYou know what sheâs gonna say?â
âNo idea,â you tell her quietly. âIâm just praying itâs not another pyramid scheme of hers. I canât get her out of any more trouble with those.â
The redhead looks at you curiously, but you donât say anything else. You donât want to admit that when Ava finds herself in legal troubles, she usually calls your mother and she helps clean up the mess pro bono.
The two of you settle into the library chairs amongst the rest of your coworkers, but Ava is nowhere to be found.
âGood lord,â Barbara mutters. âThis better be worth staying after. Iâm going to be late to dinner with Gerald.â
Your friend enters the library looking rather frazzled. âHey, yâall. Listen, I gotta make this quick because I have to get to a hair appointment, but I wanted you to hear it from me before word got around: the district is trying to cut our budget, and with our budget being cut, that means theyâll cut the arts programs. I know yâall donât want that, so start coming up with ways to get us out this mess!â
Before anyone can ask any questions, she leaves.
âWhat the hell?â Melissa looks angry- like really angry. Her nostrils are flared, her eyes are wide, and sheâs balling up her hands into fists. âBarb, you and me to the mall. Iâm gonna need a new shakedown sweater.â
With no hesitation, the kindergarten teacher follows her work wife out of the school.
That night, Ava calls you.
âGirl⌠you know what we have to do,â she tries to convince you to let out your secret about your wealth.
âNo,â you say for the millionth time. âWe are going to fundraise, weâre going to get the money so that they canât cut it⌠Iâll work with Janine and the budgeting committee to see where we can make small cuts here and there to scrounge up some more money⌠but I am not letting my dad get wrapped up in this and be in his debts. You know how he likes to hold stuff like that over my head, and he will turn Abbott charter if we let him get involved with this.â
You work tirelessly to come up with multiple fundraisers, different presentations to bring to the district offices, and work with the budgeting committee to make small cuts where you have a bit of wiggle room. You even tell them they can cut your salary by 2% if it means a little extra money- it may not be a lot, but itâs something that youâre willing to give considering your sizable bank account anyway. You do all of this, on top of continue to work in your classroom. Youâre exhausted.
You volunteer for the events that youâve helped to organize, and so have quite a few of the other teachers.
âWe are not losing the arts program,â Melissa fumes multiple times a week. âI need my prep to keep my sanity.â
âAmen to that,â Barbara usually remarks after that.
âIf it means volunteering a few hours here or there for these events, Iâll do it,â the redhead tells you when you hesitantly approach her crew about helping out.
So, here you are with Melissa at the art show.
The conversation is awkward and stilted for quite some time before she finally sighs.
âYouâre doing good,â she tells you. âI havenât seen a turn out like this in quite some time.â
âAnything for the kids,â you reply. âThey need it.â
âWhy here?â she finally asks you the question thatâs been eating at her for some time- since the first day you walked in really.
âI grew up in Philly,â you tell her. âIt was time to come back to my roots, and Ava offered me a position. The stars aligned for me, and Iâm quite content in my decision to be back in a city school. I can help make a difference for these guys like some of my teachers did for me.â
âFor someone whoâs friends with Ava, you sure have a lot more heart than I thought you would,â she admits.
You smile. âThank you. That means a lot to me.â
âHow long you two been friends? Meet in college at the clubs?â
âNah,â you laugh softly. âI grew up with Ava living a few houses down from me. Weâve been friends since I was the shy girl in the first grade who sat by myself at recess. Next thing I know, sheâs next to me rambling on about whatever first grade drama was happening and telling me I was her girl. I still donât know why she chose me to come up to that day. Maybe itâs because I actually listened to her. But weâve been stuck together since that day.â
âYouâre good for her,â Melissa tells you. âI havenât seen Ava put in this much effort to something that doesnât directly benefit her before. And I think it really does have something to do with you being here and leading a lot of it.â
âThank you,â you smile again.
That night is where everything starts to change. Melissa slowly starts to show you the other side of her personality- the kind, would take a bullet for you if she had to side. You quite like it.
As the months go on, you still work tirelessly to put together different events to try to save the arts. Melissa even helps you plan a few, and she offers her âI know a guyâ line when youâre looking for different ways to draw people in. The two of you begin to work closely in order to make sure that these events happen, and that theyâre good. The redhead sees how hard you work and how driven you are. She respects it.
 You find yourselves chaperoning quite a few events- choir shows, band shows, a few school dancesâŚ
And while youâre at these events, the redhead sticks by your side through most of the nights. She finds that she quite likes being around you actually. She lets you into her personal life slowly. You tell her little bits about your life while still not revealing that you come from the line that you do.
She realizes that sheâs starting to fall for you- and that terrifies her to no end. But she canât quite pull herself away from you. Not now. Not after getting to know you and see how down to earth and honest you are with what you do- not after youâve shown her that youâre here to stay and youâre going to show up for these kids in any way you possibly can.
Finally, the biggest event that youâve planned, and your last attempt at hitting the quota to keep the arts program around for another year (you donât even want to think about having to go through this charade all over again next year) is here.Â
Itâs another AvaFest kind of deal, but youâre able to utilize the outside part of your school grounds this year. Inside, there are smaller games, a few tables from local vendors, music provided by Janineâs ex-boyfriend. Outside though, is a whole other story. It practically looks like a carnival.
Thereâs a ball toss, a free-throw game, a balloon dart stand, a game to throw footballs through some holes, the dunk tank has been moved outside and a handful of teachers have volunteered to partake in it⌠all of the ticket stands and games are being run by various teachers and aides in the school. And the assortment of goodies around? Apparently, Melissa knows quite a few guys who participate in the food industry because you have a grilled cheese stand, a lemonade stand, a guy whoâs making hoagies⌠she even knew a guy to come head a cotton candy machine for the event. And thatâs not even naming all of the vendors.
You donât have any assigned places to be because youâre overseeing that the event runs smoothly. So youâre milling about with your clipboard in hand, checking over the different stands. And while you expected Melissa to sit at the ticket table with Barbara, she follows you around and is your right hand man throughout the night. She checks in with the people that she knows, shoots the shit, and helps you solve any issues that arise through the night- not that there are many. You worked your ass off to ensure that everybody participating in this school wide event was compensated for their time and hard work.
âYou really outdid yourself, hun,â Melissa comments quietly once youâve found a moment to just stand and take it all in.
âOh, I couldnât have done it without everyone else helping,â you brush off her compliment. âYou were a really big help, so thank you.â
âWe all pitched in, but youâre the brains behind all of this,â she tells you. âDonât sell yourself short. This jawn just might have to become an annual thing.â
âOh, donât remind me of what Iâm going to have to pull of next year,â you groan playfully. âAfter this, Iâm done with ideas for the year.â
âThat ainât true, and you know it. If something else comes up, you and I both know youâll be the first one organizing something.â
âI know,â you sigh. But then you smile softly. âItâs all for the kids though. They deserve it.â
âThey do,â she agrees. âAnd because of you, theyâre gonna get it.â She gently hip checks you.
You blush and shrug.
âYou got a real knack for this. If you werenât such a good teacher, Iâd tell you to go into professional party planning,â the redhead quips. She doesnât know that youâve been helping plan company parties with your parents for years now.
âItâs more a hobby,â you tell her. âIâm a teacher at heart.â
âA teacher with a damn good heart,â she corrects you.
âYou think this is all gonna be worth it?â you ask her nervously. âThink weâre gonna hit the mark?â
âIâd put money on it,â she tells you honestly. âWith the last events youâve organized, and this one being our biggest success yet, I think weâll exceed it.â
âGod, I hope so.â
You donât make enough money to keep the funding for the arts program. Youâre devastated. Absolutely crushed. You burst into tears when Ava announces that bit of information sadly at the next staff meeting, rushing out of the room to try to compose yourself.
Melissa runs after you. You donât really know why, but she does.Â
âHey,â she comes into your classroom, grabbing a tissue on her way over to you. She gently wipes your tears away. âWe did our best. You did your best. And that⌠is enough.â
âIt isnât though,â you choke out. âWeâre losing the arts program, and those teachers are going to be let go, and I-â
âIâm sure Ava will find somewhere else for them to be placed,â Melissa tries to comfort you.
âAnd- and weâre going to lose our preps, and⌠and the kids deserve to have the arts!â you cry. âWhen I was in school, that was my favorite part of the day, and now they wonât be able to experience that joy!â
âIâm sure youâll find a way to incorporate it into your lessons,â the redhead tells you gently as she pulls you into a hug. âYou did everything you could⌠but sometimes at the end of the day, life sucks.â
âItâs not fair,â you whine.
âLife ainât always fair, hun,â Melissa reminds you. âBut we do our best with what weâve been given. And now, all the money that we raised can go into buying supplies for the kids next year.â
You sigh and wipe at the last of your tears. You take a deep breath. âY-yeah. Okay,â you whisper sadly.
âItâs gonna be okay, hun,â she promises you. âAnd who knows, maybe a miracle will happen, and weâll get to keep the programs.â
And just like that, her words give you an idea. You know how you can make a miracle happen. You have to contain your excitement as the thought pops into your head. The two of you return to the staff meeting where Ava is rambling on about who knows what, but youâre itching to get out of there.
Once youâre dismissed, you head back to your classroom, open up your laptop and log in. You check your bank account balances, and pleased with the numbers, you pull up the GoFundMe page that was up for the school.
âYouâre stayinâ late again tonight?â Melissa knocks on your door, purse slung over her shoulder and sunglasses already on.
âJust a few minutes,â you look up and smile at her. âI have a few emails I have to respond to.â
âAlright,â she taps the doorframe a few times. âTry to have a good night, yeah?â
âI will,â you tell her. âYou too, Melissa.â
âThanks, hun.âÂ
With that, sheâs off, and you can go back to what you were doing. You click on the âDonate Nowâ button without hesitation.
You donate the first $50,000, and then another $50,000 anonymously, and you absolutely beam when you see that youâve hit your goal and then surpassed it. Satisfied, you close out of the tabs and close your laptop. Now, you just have to wait for tomorrow morning when Ava, the organizer of the fundraiser, sees the email. You know she wonât see it tonight- sheâs off the clock.
A few hours later, you get a text from your best friend.
Hey, you still holding up ok? she sends.
Iâm alright, you text back. So she hadnât seen the donations yet. Iâm drinking wine right now if you want to come over.
Girl, say less.
Sheâs over at your house in less than fifteen minutes, and it takes everything in you to not tell her what you had done. She heads home after finishing off the bottle, bidding you a goodnight and a see you tomorrow.
You sleep like a baby that night.
The next morning, youâre back in your classroom setting up your science experiment for the day when Avaâs voice comes over the intercom.
âAttention Abbott Elementary: there is a mandatory staff meeting, right now. Start heading down to the library. That means you, Schemmenti.â
You grin as you stand back up straight and make your way for the door. Right before you exit, you put on your best neutral face.
âDamn,â Melissa groans as she leaves her room. âTell your friend not to call me out like that. I skip on meeting, and sheâs all over me.â
âI donât control what she does, and you know that,â you chuckle.
âWhat do you think this is about?â she asks you as the two of you make your way down the hall.
You shrug. âFor all I know, it could be that she got a manicure and wants to show it off.â
The two of you find seats at your table, Barbara arrive a few seconds later.
âWhat on Earth could this woman have forgotten to tell us yesterday?â the kindergarten teacher huffs. âI have things to do!â
âI was setting up my science experiments for the day,â you grumble. âIf this isnât worth it, Iâm making her set the rest of it up.â You know it will be worth it.
âGood morning, subordinates!â Ava makes it known that sheâs entering the library. âI have some great news!â
Everyone silently urges her to go on.
âI have no idea who did this- sure as hell wasnât me- but, we got some donations after school yesterday!â She projects the webpage up onto the screen.
Everyone gasps when they see how much money had been donated last night. To keep up appearances, your eyes widen, your jaw drops, and you well up with tears. Acting classes from when you were younger sure are paying off now.
âOh my- Oh my god!â you shout, and Melissa is hugging you tightly.
âSo, thanks to these very generous donations, weâre able to keep the arts programs up and running for at least the next three years!â Ava grins.
âWell, who donated?â Janine asks. âWe have to find out so we can thank them!â
âWho cares?â Ava rebuts. âWe got what we wanted! Now back to work, slackers!â
You stay in your seat, pretending to be in complete and utter shock while everyone else starts to get up. Almost every teacher comes up congratulating you and telling you that your hard work paid off. Melissa sits with you, happy as can be, and only reaffirming what everyone else is already telling you. Only once everyone else has left does she say anything else.
âY/N,â she grins. âThis is incredible. I told you your hard work would pay off. Itâs a freakinâ miracle!â
âY-Yeah,â you match her smile. âGod, this is great.â
The two of you sit there for some time, chatting about how you could use some of the funding to buy more supplies and the likes until you remember you still have to finish setting up your science materials.
âOh shit!â you whisper. âI- I gotta go finish setting up before the kids come in!â You take off in the direction of your room, and the redhead can only watch you as you go with a lovestruck look in her eyes.
When youâre halfway there, you hear Avaâs voice over the speaker again. âY/N, my office.â
âFuck,â you mumble as you halt sprinting down the hallway and turn to make your way down to her room. There was no way you would be able to finish preparing for today at this rate.
âThis better be quick. I have to-â
âYou donated that money, didnât you?â Ava gets right to the point.
Your eyes widen. Your cover was blown with her, meaning it was going to be blown quickly among your colleagues as well.
âWell, was it?â
You nod subtly. âBut please⌠donât say anything. Please. I did it for the kids, and I have enough stashed away, and-â
âYour secretâs safe with me,â your best friend grins. âWhy you think I didnât say nothinâ at the meeting today?â
âYouâre the best,â you sigh in relief.
âDonât I know it,â the principal cackles. âNow, foâ real. Come shoot an instagram video with me to announce that we met our goal.â
âAva, I actually have-â
âIâll tell,â she singsongs. âCâmon. We need our fearless leader and organizer to be part of the video.â
âFine.â
The two of you finish the video about five minutes before the kids will start to show up, and you practically sprint back to your classroom to attempt the impossible task of finishing setting up.
When you get there though, Melissa is in your room just finishing up the last station.
âYou didnât have to do that,â you say quietly as you make your way into the room.
âNah,â she shrugs. âBut I wanted to. I got the time.â
âThank you,â you grin.
âNoticed your coffee cup was empty too,â she notes. âSo I made you a new one. Hope thatâs alright.â
You walk over to your desk and take a sip of the warm drink. Itâs perfect.
âThank you,â you make your way over to her and squeeze her shoulder gently. âSeriously. You just made my day.â
âNah, that mysterious donor did,â she chuckles. âBut Iâm glad I could help. Have a good morning, and Iâll see you at lunch?â
âYes, maâam,â you mock salute her. âThank you again.â
You greet your children at the door, coffee mug and heart both full. Melissa greets her own students, but she canât stop watching you. Youâre just⌠so perfect. She knows sheâs falling for you hard. Maybe at the end of the week sheâll confess her feelings- no, she will. She makes up her mind: sheâs going to confess her feelings to you by Friday, if not before. She just has to work up the nerve to do it.
At lunch, the conversation is almost solely on who the mystery donor is. You play dumb, and you tell everyone that youâre just happy the school gets to keep their program from next to Melissa.
âI know a guy who could find out for us,â the redhead tells your colleagues.
âOh, do it,â Janine grins. âThat way, we can have our kids make cards and send them to the person to thank them! Oh my god- do you guys think our donor is Taylor Swift?! She does stuff like this sometimes!â
âShe usually puts her name to it,â you chuckle. âBut seriously, I think we should just be grateful. Ava and I already thanked the person on the schoolâs webpage and social media, and I think that should suffice.â You really donât want to be found out.
âI already got the guy on the line,â Melissa rolls her eyes as she types away on her phone. âIâm gonna have to make a tray of ziti and some meatballs as payment though.â
You bite your lip. You really, truly pray that her guy wonât be able to find you out. But, her people usually come through for her⌠maybe just this once, they wonât be able to?
âOi, Y/N,â Melissa taps your elbow gently.
âHm?â
âWe lost ya there for a second,â she tells you. âI asked if you would come over to help me make the food, since weâs in this situation because of your fundraiser.â
âOh,â you blush. âUh, sure. When?â
âYou got anything goinâ on tonight?â she asks. You shake your head. âThen tonight. Iâll text you my address. Bring a bottle of wine.â At that moment, she silently promises herself sheâll talk to you about her feelings for you.
You nod and continue to eat your lunch quietly, letting the conversation around you continue as you continuously plead with the lord that they donât find out itâs you who donated all that money.
You show up to your coworkerâs house promptly at 5:30, like she asked, with a nicer bottle of wine in hand. You hope sheâll like it.
When she opens the door, you have to stop yourself from blushing at the sight of her. Youâve seen her at school, and you wouldnât admit it to anyone else, but you find her attractive there. In the comfort of her own home though, sheâs almost even more gorgeous.
âHey,â she opens the door. âCâmon in. I got all the stuff ready.â
You enter quietly, offering her the bottle of wine. She pulls her glasses from off the top of her head and puts them on before inspecting the bottle.
âDamn,â she says. âYou got good taste, but expensive taste.â
âI figured I could splurge for a celebration,â you offer up.
She leads you to the kitchen and pulls out two wine glasses before pouring some into each. Once you have yours in hand, she quietly raises her own in a toast.
âTo this mystery donor,â she says quietly. You clink your glass with hers before sipping on the wine.
By the time all of the food is in the oven, the two of you have gotten through about three quarters of the bottle and plan to finish off the rest on her couch.
âThis was nice,â you tell her quietly.
âYeah,â she hums, but you can tell her mind is clearly somewhere else.
âHey, penny for your thoughts?â you ask her.Â
She hums again, still wrapped up in her own inner turmoil over telling you that she has a thing for you.Â
âMel,â you tap her gently, the nickname rolling off of your tongue for the first time.Â
She snaps out of her trance.
âWhatâs goinâ on in that pretty little head of yours?â you ask softly.
She bites her lip nervously before whispering, âPlease donât hate me for this.â And then she gently presses her lips to your own.
Your eyes widen before you kiss her back just as tenderly. When you need air, you pull back.
âOh, god,â she whispers.
âHey,â you set a warm hand on her knee. And then you lean in and kiss her again so she knows that you arenât upset with her; you donât hate her.
âSoâŚâ she hums when you two part again. âI- I have a thing for you.â
âYou wouldnât say?â you tease her. âIf it wasnât clear, I like you too. I just didnât think you would ever go for someone like me.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â she frowns. âYouâre⌠you.â
âYeah,â you laugh weakly as you run a hand through your hair. âIâm me. Shy, quiet, dorky⌠always working⌠friends with Ava.â
âMm,â she hums as she shifts closer to you. âYou are you: hard working, driven, down to earth, kind⌠heart of gold⌠gorgeous.â
You roll your eyes playfully. âCâmon, Mel.â
âIâm serious,â she tells you as she tucks a hair behind your ear. âI like you because youâre you⌠I tried to hate you so hard at the beginning of the year, and I just⌠couldnât.â
âOh yeah?â you ask her.
âNope. From the moment I found out you were the one that changed my lock and fixed my door,â she admits.
Your eyes widen slightly at that confession. âYou knew?â
âI thanked Mr. J that day, and he told me it wasnât him,â she shrugs. âThat he saw you come in early with a bag from Home Depot. I put two and two together.â
âYouâre ridiculous,â you laugh. âYou couldâve told me you knew.â
âThere was never a right time for it,â she chuckles. âBut I figure now is the right time to say thank you the way I wanted to then.â She kisses you again.
That night, the two of you talk over how youâre going to continue on with this little⌠situation youâve found yourselves in. Youâll take it slow. You bid her a goodbye with a lingering kiss before climbing into your car and heading back to your house.
Sleep washes over you easily that night, content with what had just happened at Melissaâs.Â
The next day continues on as it normally does, although when no one is around in the corner that your classrooms are in, the redhead will sneak into your room and kiss you passionately. Sheâs found that she quite likes kissing you, and you donât mind one bit. She hasnât heard any news from her guy, and you feel like youâre in the clear. They wonât find you out.Â
But come the following day, as youâre sitting in the break room with Janine, Gregory, Jacob, and Barbara, the redhead comes storming in.
âYou!â she points a finger at you. In her other hand is a stack of papers.
You practically jump out of your skin when you hear her booming voice. âMe?â you whisper.
âWhen the hell were you gonna tell us who you really were?!â
âMelissa,â Barbara furrows her brows. âIt is too early for this.â
âNo, I think nowâs a great time for this. When the hell were you gonna tell us that you were the donor?! When were you gonna tell us that your Y/N, daughter of one of the most famous day traders and one of the most prestigious lawyers in the area?!â
You turn bright red, and you canât help the tears that spring to your eyes.
âWhat?â Janine gasps. âMelissa, you have to-â
âSee for yourselves!â She throws the papers in her hands on one of the tables.
The rest of your friends gather around to look at the papers. Thereâs a screenshot of the transaction with your name, and then there are a few papers from an article that ran a couple of years ago about one of your dadâs parties and being able to secure a deal. In the image, youâre in the background drinking a glass of wine next to your mother. They all look to you with wide eyes.
âWow,â Jacob whistles.Â
âWhen the hell were you gonna tell us?â Melissa asks you again. âYou know the trouble I had to go through to get this information? How much deep diving I did once I saw your name? You coulda saved me a trip to the grocery store and hours of cooking and cleaning if you wouldâve just fessed up!â
âI- Iâm sorry,â you whisper as you wipe at your tears and make your way out. You head back to your classroom, coffee abandoned at your seat, and lock the door. You keep it locked despite the various knocks that come and go to check on you after your quick exit.Â
âMelissa,â Barbara tries to calm her friend down. âI know youâre frustrated that you went through all of that effort, but⌠Y/N was doing it out of the goodness of her heart, and she clearly didnât want to be found out.â
âI know,â the redhead sighs once her fire has died down a bit. âI was too hard on her, wasnât I?â
âIâd say so,â the kindergarten teacher admits.
âShit,â she mutters. âI gotta fix this.â
You only unlock it when you know itâs time for your students to start arriving, but you donât dare go stand at your door like you usually do. You donât want to face Melissa- not yet. You donât think you can. Youâve only just started to explore what could happen between the two of you, and youâve already ruined it by not telling her who you were. You avoid her for the morning.
Come lunchtime, you donât even bother to head into the break room. You just suppose a granola bar from the stash that you have in your room will have to suffice and hold you over until you can go home today.
You lay your head down on your desk- itâs pounding because you didnât get to finish your caffeinated drink.
You hear her boots against the floor before you can see her. You think sheâs just going to pass by your door and head into her own room, but she stops in your doorway. In her hands, she has a mug full of coffee, your lunch, and dozens of handmade cards from the students.
âHey,â she says gently.
You donât answer. She makes her way into the room and sets everything on your desk before she makes herself comfortable.
âEat,â she instructs.
âNot hungry,â you shrug.
âThen at least drink the coffee I made you,â she tries. âI know you get headaches when you donât have enough caffeine in your system.â
You shrug. She raises her eyebrows though, and you meekly reach for the cup. âThanks."
âThe kids all made you cards,â she tells you gently. âThanking you.â
You look at them with a sad smile.
âThe staff put some cards in there too.â
âThatâs nice,â you say numbly.
âCâmon, hun,â she sighs as she lays a warm hand on your shoulder. âThis stuff normally makes you happy.â
âYeah,â you sigh, resigned. âBut I fucked up. I didnât tell you who I was, and now youâre mad at me, and I probably ruined whatever we have goinâ on here. Iâll pay you back for the money you spent on the food by the way.â
âNo need for that,â she waves you off. âWas I pissed when I saw your name on that paper? When I realized who you actually were? Yeah. A little. But⌠you single-handedly saved our arts program. You organized all of the events, and then when that wasnât enough, you donated so much that we get to keep that program for at least the next five years.â
âYeah, for the kids,â you sigh. âItâs all for them.â
âAnd besides,â she chuckles quietly. âIf I didnât have to make that food, I probably wouldnât have kissed you that night, I woulda found out who you were before tellinâ you how I felt, and then I really wouldâve been pissed with you, and what we have going on here wouldnât have happened.â
You shrug. âI ruined it though.â
âYou didnât ruin nothinâ. Iâm not mad anymore, and Iâm sorry I was as hard on you as I was,â she promises you gently. âI still like ya. I still wanna see where this goes, if you do.â
You look up at her, glassy eyes and all. âReally?â
âYeah, hun. If this showed me anything, itâs that youâre a really good person, and I made a really good choice fallinâ for you.â
You blink a few times in disbelief. So you didnât ruin this. You still have Melissa in your life- she doesnât hate you.
âDo you wanna see where this goes?â
âI do,â you say softly.
Her lips meet yours, and you only part when you hear a collective gasp from the teachers who had quietly followed Melissa down to ensure that she wasnât going to cause any fights.
The two of you pull back, cheeks red.
âUh, surprise?â you say nervously.
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HIHI ITS đ¤ I LOVED THE LAST ONE SHOT YOU WROTE FOR MY REQUEST SO IM BEING GREEDY AND SENDING ANOTHERâď¸
so basically itâs fluff with paige finding out her gf/flirty friend?? doesnât know how to drive/isnât good at it and teaching herđ¤đ¤ just imagine paige teases her about her bad parking, hand on her thigh the whole time she tries to focus on driving, praising her when sheâs doing good
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HI BABY, so glad you loved the last one and I hope this one meets ur standardsssss
Paige sighed as she pulled into a gas station and parked the car. It was mostly deserted with the exception of a family that was taking their leave.
"I'll pump and you grab snacks?" she quirked a brow at you and was met with a nod.
The two of you were four hours into your adventitious road trip and you could tell Paige was getting tired. You had encouraged her to get as much rest as possible so that she'd have enough energy to make the full drive, it's not because you didn't want to drive, but because you didn't know how.
You had never learned to drive simply because you never needed to. Throughout high school you had taken the bus to and from school, your friends and parents drove you to every public event, and you never went anywhere you didn't feel absolutely inclined to. So learning to drive was never something that crossed your mind.
But sitting in the passenger seat of Paige's car with her barely able to keep her eyes open, it was the only thing on your mind.
You grabbed two Redbulls from the refrigerator section and a couple random snacks before making your way to the register. Pulling out your wallet you said, "Can I put twenty-five on pump four?"
...
"You get me Tru Fru?" Paige perked up when she noticed you approaching the car.
"Duh, a Redbull too, can't have you fallin' asleep behind the wheel," you snorted, hoping she got the message.
"About that," the blonde started, leaning in through the driver side window, "I was thinking you could take over for a little."
"Take over what?"
"Driving, what else?" she laughed.
"How am I gonna watch my show if I'm driving?"
"C'mon ma, just for a little. I just need a break."
"I told you to go to sleep last night but you wanted to watch another episode, now you have to pay the price."
"Bro," she groaned, resting her forehead on her forearms. "It's not like you were against watching another episode, you wanted to see the recoupling just as much as I did."
"Wait we need to talk about that for a moment, because that shit was crazy."
"Nah for real though! I love Mackenzie 'n' all but choosin' her over Courtney was fuckin' crazy."
"Yeah, yeah and-"
"No, stop," Paige interrupted, "you're trying to distract me from the conversation."
You sighed in defeat, "It was working for a moment," you mumbled.
"Please peach, just drive. Drive for a little and then we can switch back," she pleaded.
"Paige I can't..."
"Why not?"
"Because I-" you sighed and rubbed your hands over your face, "I can't drive."
"What do you mean?"
She was met with silence as you shook your head and leaned back, embarrassed to admit it out loud.
"Look I get that you don't want to but I don't want to drive another-"
"No, Paige I literally can't drive. Like I never learned how."
"Huh? You're jus' lyin' so you don't have to drive," she frowned.
"Dude why do you think I never drive to your house?"
"'Cus you don't have a car."
"And why do you think that is? 'Cus I can't fuckin' drive."
Paige stared silently at you, her eyes wide with shock as she processed the information. She bit the inside of her cheek and tapped her fingers against the door. When the pump popped out of the socket, she placed it back into the hold and got into the car.
She didn't start it back up, just stared at you with a teasing smile.
"You really never learned how to drive?" she asked.
"Never."
"You never wanted to learn?"
"I never needed to."
"So how did you get everywhere?"
"The same way I do now. Ubers, busses, my friends."
Paige shook her head, "I can't believe this, we gotta do somethin' about this."
...
"What is this?" you frowned, pausing your Netflix show and looking through the windshield.
"This is my course."
"Your what?"
"My driving course, where you're gonna learn how to drive," Paige said.
"Paige what? No, what're you doing?"
Paige parked the car and unbuckled her seatbelt, not answering your question as she stepped out and walked over to your side.
"Either you can get out this car willingly or I can get you out myself. You pick."
You looked up at her with pleading eyes, begging her not to make you do this. But she didn't seem to care, leaning patiently against the car door as she waited for you to get out.
"Ugh, fuck."
...
"Alright adjust your mirrors, make sure you can see your surroundings," Paige instructed.
"Oh my god, look at my eyebrows!" you frowned, running your finger across all the little hairs surrounding them.
"Focus!" Paige exclaimed, thumping your head. "Now put the car in drive."
"It won't move," you roughly tried yanking the gear stick back but it wouldn't budge. "Maybe this is a sign that we shouldn't be doing this."
"Shut that shit up," Paige snorted, "put your foot on the break and then change gears."
Once you switched the gears and let your foot off the break, the car began to move on its own. In a panic, you slammed your foot back down, jerking the car forward.
"Shit! I wasn't even pressing the gas," you frowned at the blonde.
"Yeah the car moves by itself," Paige suppressed a laugh as she nodded at you. "Just relax," she breathed out, gently rubbing her hand up and down your thigh. "You don't gotta be scared, i'm right here."
You nodded your head and gave her a smile, turning your attention back to the empty parking lot in front of you. With a deep breath, you finally eased your foot off the break.
...
"Go up more...little more. Good girl," Paige gave your thigh a light squeeze as she praised you.
You could feel your cheeks heat up at her words and you did your best to focus on driving.
"Alright now put the car in reverse and turn the wheel that way as you back up," the blonde said.
"Can't believe I'm fuckn' doing this," you breathed out through a laugh.
Paige smiled, "Doin' great baby."
Paige's hand inched higher and higher the more you backed the car into the lines. As her hand crept toward the inside of your thigh, you panically -- for the second time -- slammed your foot on the break.
"What just happened?" she asked when you parked the car.
"I got nervous," you shrugged innocently.
Paige smirked knowingly at you before unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car to check your job. Her eyebrows shot to her hairline and she tilted her head, chuckling to herself.
"I don't think I've ever seen worse," she said once back in the car.
"Stop. Was it really that bad?"
"No, no," she smiled, taking your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles, "You just need a lil practice, that's all."
"You sure? Don't lie to make me feel good," you said.
"I'm not lying."
"Okay."
A beat of silence passed before Paige spoke again.
"I have seen Drew do better though..."
"Paige!"
...
"You're not being a very good student right now," Paige whispered, using her thumb to drag your bottom lip down.
"I'm only as good as you make me," you smirked.
You softly pressed your lips against hers, smiling when you felt her hand travel to the back of your neck and hold you close.
"You're so pretty," she caressed your cheek with her other hand, "and smart...even though you can't drive."
"You are such a dick," you playfully slapped her arm, pulling away and sitting back in your seat.
She shrugged to herself and opened her bag of Tru Fru, tossing a few pieces of the chocolate into her mouth. "Next lesson."
...
"Alright so this is an intersection," Paige explained, "it's packed."
You stared blankly out at the empty parking lot, furrowing your eyebrows and then side-eyeing her.
"Art of imagination," she patted your thigh. "Now the car on the left of you was here when you got here, but the car on your right got here at the same time as you, do you know what to do?"
"The car on my left goes first," you answer.
"Right, but what about the other car? Who gets to go first?"
"Whoever presses the gas harder," you snort, only to be met with Paige's unimpressed expression. "Fine. Uh...don't they go first? I have to yield to cars on my right."
"Bro you got it!" Paige smiled.
You clapped briefly, shyly shrugging your shoulders as you looked up at her. "I think I deserve a kiss."
"Oh do you?"
"Mhm...et lite kyss," you mumbled.
"Fuck that's so sexy, say somethin' else," Paige said.
"Kom hit," you gestured for her to come here with your finger, connecting your lips in a slow kiss.
"Hmm," she hummed against your lips, "you ready to go?"
You nodded your head, "Please. Do I have to drive?"
"No, not gonna make you do that."
"Good, 'cus if you did, there'd be no kisses for you tonight."
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I'm ashamed to admit that I am in fact a lazy son of a bitch...sorry
#paige bueckers#uconn wbb#wlw post#paige bueckers x reader#gay as fuck#sommer bueckers#paige buckets#đ¤anon#requests#requests open#fluff
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# â WATCH YOU â !!
ft. izana kurokawa x afab! reader smut
synop: izana had seen you walking and became infatuated with you to say the least, but when you get home late once night and have a surprise waiting.. what will you do?
cont: stalking! dub-con! pussy eating ( with panties on as well ) , cursing, reader passing out during sex, izana still fucks her, forced eye contact , spanking, squirting, reader submits to izana because she is affection deprived! , no clear aftercare!,
it really wasnât supposed to go this far. he swears it wasnât. he had seen you walking down the street from your house heading to what he guessed to be a small convenience store down the street. he layed eyes on you and thatâs when he felt it, that burning in his chest. you were beautiful, once it started he couldnât stop it.
5:47 pm
â yeah, kenny.. â you responded to your best friend over the phone, as you heard him walking into his home. you were down the street from your own home, you had a car but you liked walking. you walked almost everywhere. once you made it your apartment, you opened your mailbox and you instantly freaked out. â what the actual fuck⌠? â you whispered to yourself. â whatâs wrong, y/n? â draken had asked you, hearing your distraught curse. â nothing, i seen something, iâm just tired. â you said, lying. you were actually freaking out because for the past three days, you had been getting really weird mail in your box. the first day it was a love letter, you were scared to open it because you didnât have any clue what it might have said. the second day, it was a box of chocolate. and now today, the roses.. a very pretty bright bouquet of red roses.
when you got in your apartment, you locked your door. and headed to your kitchen, laying the roses onto the counter. you lived alone, and you only knew a handful of people.. so who would be sending you roses? and why? you had been getting this feeling that you may have been being watched but you brushed it off, blaming it on the few scary movies you had watched with your homeboys recently. but now it was getting a little weird. â y/n? â you heard your friend call your name. you were zoned out and he had been calling out for you. â oh, my bad. whatâs up kenny? â you asked while heading to your room. he chuckled, â are you still coming to the meeting tomorrow? â he reminded you that you had made plans to go to the meeting tomorrow, but now, you were a bit paranoid to go anywhere. â iâll see if i finish this work up in time, iâll pull through. hey kenny, iâll call you right back. â
pulling your headphone out of your ear, you took a deep breath. â what is really going on? â you asked yourself. was there really someone stalking you.. watching you? the thought was terrifying. you had never been through anything like that before. and what could help you figure it outâŚwait, the letter. maybe it can give you some type of lead on who was sending all that shit to your house. you went to the living room and looked on the tv stand seeing the cream colored envelope with the red heart on it. you open it and read the paper that was inside.
â hello, i just want to tell you how stunningly beautiful and perfect you are. i hope i get to see you soon, mahal. â
your eye twitched as you read the words on the paper, â mahal? â what even did that mean? who wrote you this? it was no help at all, you were still as lost as before if not even more. you sighed, placing the letter back in the envelope and putting it right back where you had it. you decided to leave it alone for tonight, making you way back to your room grabbing your laptop. your work would keep the fear off your back. little did you know, while you were working with music blasting inside your ears from your earbuds, deep purple eyes lurked from the left side of your bedroom window, watching you very quietly and closely. this went on for hours until you fell asleep with your laptop right open.
you woke up the next morning, jumping out of your sleep with a gasp. you were trying to catch your breath, snatching the earbuds out and placing your hands on your chest. â what the hell.. â you coughed out, you had a dream where you were running down a dark street, pitch black almost hearing something chasing you with this.. evil laugh. you shook your head, trying to dissipate the sound out of your head. looking over, you see the clock it was 11:35 am. you had worked hard on your work last night and only had one more paragraph to do so you decided that youâd get up and go to the meeting with your friends. your friends were in a huge gang, once they realized how lonesome you were, they started inviting you to hang out with them after the meetings.
you grabbed your phone, dialing your bestfriendâs number. once he answered you placed him on speaker and sat the phone down, yawning while grabbing your toothbrush. â good morning kenny.. â you said, you and draken, or kenny as you called were very close. you met by quite literally bumping into him getting off the train one day in town. he was really sweet about it, he ended up bumping you again that same exact day in a convenience store. you two were inseparable ever since then, he grunted very sleepily â good morning y/n.. â he was falling back asleep, you furrowed your brows before questioning him, â why arenât you awake? you know iâll be over there soon right? â she finishes up brushing her teeth and washing her face. â mhm.. iâll be up.. â you rolled your eyes, hearing the lies in his words.
after around an hour or so, you were showered, dressed, and ready to go to drakenâs house. you were gonna walk to his house and ride to the meeting with him. he lived around ten minutes away, so you didnât mind making that small trip. once you had everything you made your way out the door, something in you ushering to open the mailbox and check. you did and there was nothing. â hm.. thatâs not a bad thing i guess â you closed it back and placed your hands in your pockets , en route to drakenâs apartment. you only had one earbud in so you could still hear what was going on around you. the walk seemed kind of quick, you were already a block away from drakenâs place. you picked up your pace to hurry and make it there an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach.
stupid little you, you had no clue that a white haired boy was walking right behind you. he was on the same foot as you, loving slower though. he wasnât exactly doing anything, just walking behind. catching your sweet scent as the wind blew it right into his direction. he wanted to just hold you in his arms, never letting you go.. but he knew that sooner or later, youâd be his. he wasnât too sure on how yet, but surely, you would belong to him. completely.
you knocked on drakenâs door, and he opened it almost instantly making you jump a little bit. he noticed and frowned a little. â you good, y/n? you made it fast, cmon. â he let you in. and you nodded, â mâ fine. i was zoned out. â you answered. your friend was grabbing his keys and turned to you. â you want anything before we head out? â you shook your head, â nah iâm good. â he nodded before grabbing his toman jacket, tossing it to you. â i can wear it? â you looked up at him. â nah, put it on your head. â you slapped his arm, and put the jacket on over your tshirt. â cmon. â before you knew it, you were on the back of his motorbike, holding onto him so you didnât fall or jump too much. the rides with draken were always fun, quiet but super fun.
once you made it to the building, you seen all your homeboys, they all said hey to you, waving and some of them coming up and hugging you. it started with baji, then kazutora, mitsuya, chifuyu, and the rest just stood around talking to you. â whereâs manjiro? â you asked right before you heard the familiar voice. â is that y/n? â you smiled, before looking at your friend. â hi, mikey. â you laughed before walking up to him and nudging him. â whatâs up? you came to chill? â he tilted his head. you nodded. after a while, the meeting started and you were sitting watching, the boys always handled what they needed to and then it was time to have fun. everyone stood around talking and having drinks, some eating some food. you found yourself standing in the corner with mikey, talking to him.
your intuition was nothing you ignored, so when your gut told you to ask this question. you did with no hesitation. â mikey, do you know what.. mahal means? â he turned his head , laughing. â mahal? â he repeated, sounding a bit more different than how you said it. â thatâs tagalog.. it means love. whereâd you hear that? â heâs curious now, but your heart sank when he explained. whoever wrote that note called you love.. in another language. you pretended like it was nothing and you just heard it somewhere but it was actually starting to freak you out. you decided to just have a good time and you would handle it later.
after about two and a half hours it was time to go, draken dropped you off at your house, you hopped off the bike and waved at him. â bye kenny!! call me tomorrow!! â you opened the door, slipping through it and closing it, you turned and locked the door. as soon as you started to turn around you felt a hot, very hot body against your own, it happened in the matter of seconds. a hand pressed agains your mouth, and your back pressed against what felt like a chest. the shriek you let out was loud, you started to panic. â mahal.. â you heard that damned word again from what sounded to be a male. you felt tears pool in your eyes and run down your face falling towards his hand. â why are you crying.. â he asked. you didnât say anything, not that you could with his hand pressed against your lips.
how did he even get in here.. did you forget to lock the door or something? â iâm not gonna hurt you.. i promise. â he said sweetly, pressing his tongue flat against the shell of your ear, giving it a lick. you shivered at feeling.. he was strong so you didnât bother to fight, thinking heâd possibly kill you if you tried to fight. â mahal.. i just wanna make you feel good.. feel special. â his body pressed more against yours, pressing you up against your own door. he licked and sucked at the skin under your ear, softly nibbling on you. youâre weak attempts to push him eventually, stopped as the feeling he gave you started to feel.. good. it was crazy. you had no idea who this was on what he looked like. â iâm gonna move my hand.. if you scream.. iâm going to hurt you. okay? â he snatched your head back to lean on his shoulder roughly. â i asked you something.. â your eyes closed as tears still fell from them. you were helpless against this man. you just nodded, letting out a small whimper. his hand found itâs way to your throat. â sâgood.. you smell amazing, baby.. mahal ko ito (i love it) â you were still confused on why he was doing this if he didnât even know you.
he ended up leading you to your own room and that scared you even more, he had to have been here way before you got back home to know his way through the house. he bends you over on your own bed. you cried out, â please.. listen i donât know why youâre doing this but i- ah! â you shouted when you felt a stinging pain on your ass, â i told you not to scream.. â you feel him get even closer, he whispers in your ear, â only i can hear you, mahal.. stop being so bad. i donât wanna have to keep spanking you. â he spoke very softly, but you could tell he was serious. he started to remove your pants and you cried softly, â please.. â you begged. he ignored your pleas and cries, sliding his arms under your thighs, flipping you over. and there he was.
those same purple eyes that watched you for three weeks, walking up and down your street, the eyes that watched you do your work and carelessly fall asleep with your laptop open, the eyes that watched you from aisles down at the convience store were now staring you back into yours. he was⌠beautiful. his made your breathing start to even out a little. the tears still sitting on the edge of your eyes as you watched every detail about him, he smirked. â oh, stop looking at me like that.. you look like a sad kitten.. cmere. â he pulled you closer by your thighs, you clenched your thighs together when he did so, but that earned you a fat red mark on your thigh. â donât. â he wasnât even looking at you at this point. his eyes were now focused on the way your panties were soaked, the darker spot covering the whole area of your pussy.
his white hair stuck to his forehead, he was sweating at this point, the way you twitched and grabbed at him but failed because of the grip he hand on your wrist, all you could do was cry out and whine. he was licking and sucking at your clit through your panties, watching you squirm and quiver at his actions. â mahal.. you taste so sweet.. whatâs wrong? â he rubbed his thumb against your wrist in a soothing way, â i wonât stop.. wonât stop until you pass out. promise. â he smiled as he said it, lifting your panties from your pussy, he gave it a long lick, before placing his right hand down your abdomen, rubbing at your clit with his thumb, he was still watching you. â you like it? â he whispered, â gusto mo ba? hm? (do you like it? hm?) â he asked and you nodded your head .. â yes.. â izana laughed once again, finding it oh, so funny. he placed his lips around your clit once again. you almost screamed, but you remembered he told you not to. you heard the zipper of his pants coming down and you looked down, but he started to push you up and down, your hips making him switch from licking your clit and going into the cavern of your sex. this alone made you squirt all over his face.. he loved it. â fuck.. youâre so dirty, baby.. â he stood up and leaned over you, face wet with all of your essence, his earrings dangling over you as well. you looked down before he grabbed you by your throat once again, squeezing slightly.
â look at me, mahal.. iâm right here.. â you looked at him and before you could say anything, you felt his tip slowly entering your pussy. â wait- oh shit- â you heaved out. â ah.. you have a potty mouth, baby.. hush.. â he kisses your cheek, as he bottomed out into you, releasing one of the intoxicating moans in your ear. â fuck- masikip.. (itâs tight..) â izana groaned.. he pushed until his stomach was flat against yours, and he didnât waste time either. he went fast, incredibly fast. â f-fuckfuckfuck- â you tried not to scream, izana was in your ear, moaning saying all types of lewd things both in english, and his native tongue. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he chuckled in your ear before tapping the side of your face. â wake up.. â he kept going, not letting up or slowing down his speed. â ah- baby.. iâm gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like this.. fuck.. â izana started to squeeze your throat. â iâm c-cumming!! oh god.. iâm cumming.. â at this point your legs were in the air.. you chocked out that you were close and you came, you came everywhere. your juices leaking all over him, and yourself but he kept going even after you came, you gripped the back of your thighs, mouth hanging open and breath short. your head started to spin at this point.. you were at a lost of words for not only how he was fucking you. you still didnât even know his name and he was fucking you like this.
this was about to be your third orgasm, you choked out again, â fuck.. p-please⌠â and izana looked down at you. â what is it.. mahal? â he spoke into your skin.. he was still fucking deep into you, what you didnât know is that he had came once before as well, he never stopped fucking into you, the mixture leaking and pouring out of your hole as he choked you, fucking his load deep into you trying to bust another. â please i- â you felt your conscious lose you.. you passed out, legs and arms falling, that didnât stop izana.. he kept fucking you until he came. he pulled out watching the milky white seed drip and pool from his cock and onto your tummy.
it took izana 10 minutes to clean you up, and place you under your sheets. he cleaned himself up as well, leaning down over you once he was dressed. â iâll see you soon, mahal. â he kissed her forehead and disappeared into the night.
you woke up the next day with a banging headache. â what the fuck.. â you sat up wiping your eyes, you thought it all was a dream until you looked down and seen your pants were off.. and you seen another note right beside you.. you opened it, reading..
â i loved make you feel so good, mahal. - izana. <3 â
âŚ. izana was his name.
kai:3- this was really fun to write i canât lie xxx, i donât really know toooo tooo much about izana, heâs such a cutie patootie though i really had fun writing for him!! iâll def write for him again!! i think iâm going to do a chifuyu smut next, ( chifuyu & rindou have been melting my brain:333) buttt this was my second ask & dedicated to @yourefavsakura !! i really hope you enjoy this<3
Šď¸luvrdrop <3 reblogs are appreciated!!
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aaron warner family headcanons
The Warner Family.
pairings: dad!aaron warner x mom!reader
summary: get to know more about the warner family!
warnings: fluff, domestic, ooc, domestic shenanigans, protective aaron warner âŚ
đŞŠ:: voicemail ; read my other aaron warner fics here.
Aaron found out about it when he heard some crying in the bathroom at the middle of the night, noticing your lack of presence beside him, he got worried and walk towards the bathroom.
There, he saw you, in front of a mirror having a breakdown.
He approached you and asked whats wrong.
âlove?â he said softly, as he hugged you from behind and caressed your hair, âMy love, whats wrong?â he asked you worriedly.
âaaron..â you trailed off as you continue to sob. He hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead , pulling away as he make you look at him, âwhat is it, angel? You can tell me.â he urged you.
âIâm pregnant.â you blurt out.
With the lack of reply, you panicked.
âI missed my period recently and I feel kinda shit lately so me juliette and nazeera bought an pregnancy test earlier and I tested all 7 of them and they are all positive, I donâtââ
As you were rambling, he quickly hugged you tightly and lifting you up to the ground as he span you around. You laugh softly at this gesture as he peppered kisses to your face and hair while he whispered sweet nothings.
âIts okay. We will be okay. Donât worry. We got this, yeah? I love you. Thank you. Thank you, I love you so much, My love.â
at the first stage he got nervous about being a dad and have some self doubt but later got over it as he saw you patying your belly despite it still not visible.
he got more protective over you and never ever let you do things.
you guys told your friends by a guess the word game. They all cried.
He bought a book about being a dad and take notes on pregnancy books to help you out.
Baby proofs the every part of the house immediately.
He went to every appointment with you
He never ever made you feel guilty for your cravings.
Oh you want a food from a store hours away? Just wait.
A hellspawn food combination that you want? He will eat it with you.
Massage? Done.
A food from a different country? He ordered his men to get it ASAP.
Want some sweets especially made by your husband even though you have never tasted his baking? He learned how to bake immediately!
You guys did an gender reveal in the most fun way.
You did it as both kenji and juliette worn a baby costume with 'boy' written in the blue bib for juliette while 'girl' in a pink bib for kenji
They both FIGHT to determine who wins to know the gender
They even go overboard as they jumped into the swimming pool racing each other to the finish line
Kenji won.
So, its a girl!
You guys decorated her room immediately
You did ALOOOTTTT of shopping!!!!!
Your husband just spoils you rotten as you keep buying cute toys, plushies, and pretty cute clothes!!!
âmy love, don't you think its a bit too much?â âI am sure the little princess do not need that much clothes, honey.â
he gave up as soon as he saw some cute baby clothes + a matching one.
When you guys did a baby shower its so emotional like omg you guys are gonna be parents!
You and Aaron planted a tree so it grows with baby dior!
teenager!dior safe place is the tree, she goes there to lay down, read and to relax when stresses!
Your friends wrote letters for dior to read when she reached the age 7, 11, 13, 15, 16, 18, 20, 21 and 22!
You and aaron made her a gmail account as you guys constantly wrote her some letters and random things there for her to read in the future
When you went into the labor he desperately wished to take away your pain and was crying with you. He comforted you as he cares your hair and gives you kisses.
âshh, its okay, baby. Im here. Im not going anywhere. â
âyou got this, my love. You are doing so well.â
âAaron! I can't do thisââ
âyes, yes you can, darling.â
He really can't bare to see you in so much pain even though he had seen so much worse
He was very gentle and was crying when he held your baby girl in his hands. His princess, his girls, his universe.
After the labour, you were barely allowed to do things in the house, he only let you rest while he take cares with everything.
You guys had an 3 months lockdown, not allowing anyone to visit the baby
Always keeping an eye for baby monitors
You and him do an rock, paper scissors when it comes to changing baby Dior diapers (he lets you win, sometimes.)
Dior have your eyes so he is a victim to those puppy dog eyes. He can't say no to you, what more to his princess especially with your eyes?
Learns to do her hair!!
Dior first words is not 'momma' or 'dada' it was Kenny. Kenny. You and aaron felt betrayed.
Despite with the nickname, kenji teared up and always paraded the moment (to your husband dismay) he grows to adore the nickname when she keep calling him that
He sometimes forget that he played dress up with baby di so sometimes he go to work with tiara, ribbons, those princess accessories on him.
âRefrain from laughing, there is nothing funny about this matter.â âuh...theres something on you, sir.â âoh.â
Sometimes they were to scared to point it out
Kenji, nazeera and juliette made fun of him not until they were a victim of the dress up
At one point, kenji kidnapped baby dior and was later banned from seeing her for 2 months (barely a month in dior throwed a tantrum wanting to see her uncle kenny)
Baby dior played with your make up when she misses you! She wanna look like you because she misses you so much
Dior is an nature girlie! Aaron believes his angel is a reincarnated of persephone/artemis
Baby dior wears her pants backwards. She believes that âtailsâ should be at the back. You and Aaron gave up on the fight.
You guys had an motto that if its not hurting anyone or themselves, don't fight it. Let them.
One time you guys thought she was playing phone call but turns out she was in an hour real call with james.
Seashells hunting !!!!!
Everytime you guys went to a beach aaron always buy a big beautiful seashell then hides it in the sand for her to find!!! And her reactions always makes you and him melt!!
he also buries some treasure chests
He made an contract of no boyfriend until shes 30 and made baby dior sign with her prints with paints. He framed it.
You scold him for that and he just shrugs lol
teenage!dior have you in her closefriend and private insta!!
she collects shells and glue them to a cardboard and gifts it to you!
She wants a sibling so one day she just go âI want a baby sister or brother đĽşâ
Keeps wishing on a well for it
Aaron is 100% in he just goes âPrincess, ask mommy :)â âme too, baby. Letâs just ask momma for it, hm?â
Well, letâs just say she always get what she wantsâŚ
authors note: I had fun doing this Omg I wanna make it a series, do you guys want it? Please let me know!!! Feedbacks and reactions are very much appreciated!!!
(Aaron Warner) tag list đˇ : @ravisinghs-wife @ab-baybay @aaronwarnerobsessedmylove @cosmicswan
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#reader insert#shatter me series#shatter me#aaron warner x reader#aaron warner#aaron warner x you#rie answers đŚŚ#riewrites đŤ#aaron warner anderson#aaron warner imagines#girl dad aaron warner#aaron warner x y/n#shatter me x reader#aaron warner imagine#fem!reader#The Warner Family đŞ
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SO AMERICAN (short)
SUMMARY: in which holtzy and you are dating, and you are very much in love with him
PAIRINGS: alexander holtz x fem!hughes!reader
WARNINGS: none just fluff :)
driving on the, right side road. he says im pretty, wearing his clothes. and hes got hands that, make hell seem cold. feet on the dashboard, heâs like a poem i wish i wrote. i wish i wrote.
you were the prime example of âpassenger princessâ but in your very own car. i meanâ it wasnât necessarily your fault that you werenât the best suited to drive in the city. no noâ it was jacks because all he did was drive you and luke around.
but your brother was not the one driving. no, it was your boyfriend who was. you also never understood why he loved to drive your car. but the actual reason was because it was so⌠you. and he loved that.
your feet were propped on the dashboard, notebook and pen in your lap and hand as you mindlessly scribbled words together. alexâs hand was on your thigh, the warmth from his hand spreading throughout your body like a wildfire.
his fingers traced lightly on your bare thighs, pinky almost sliding up and hitting your shorts with every move he made. the bumps in the road made it so his hand would lightly hit your skin.
your eyes were averted to the pen and paper as you eagerly wrote down word after word, his hand squeezing your thigh every few minutes.
as he squeezed your thigh one more time, you looked over to him. he was the epitome of a love poem and you wished you were the one to write it. with a soft smile on your face, you leaned closer to him and placed your lips onto his cheek.
and he laughs at all my jokes, and he says im so american! oh god, its just not fair of him to make me feel this much. go anywhere he goes, and he says im so american! oh god, im gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up. i might just be in la-la-la-la-love.
you two were at a restaurant, smiling at each other. you spoke, hushed and quietly, almost with embarrassment. your words caused him to burst with laughter, hand slapping over his mouth as his shoulders shook.
his reaction caused you to giggle, a bright smile on your face. the smile would quickly turn to one of embarrassment when you ask a waitress for a mealâ one that you have trouble pronouncing. and he laughs as the waitress leaves.
you had a frown on your faceâ not one of sadness but one of âare you kidding me?â
alex snorted as he spoke, âyou are so american.â
feigning a look of offense, your eyes narrowed slightly, giving a look of hurt. this just caused alex to chuckle more before grabbing your hand and pressing a small kiss to it.
âhow about we just get out of here instead? i think iâd very much rather eat in.â he suggested.
and so you went wherever he did. you ditched the restaurant. you ditched the fancy dinner, and you went home. when you got home; you both eagerly sat on the couch and just watched a movie.
god im so boring, and im so rude! cant have a conversation if its not all about you. the way you dress and, the books you read. i really love my bed but man its hard to sleep when heâs with me. when heâs with meâŚ!
you sat with your friends, picking at your nails as they spoke. their conversation being something about styleâ something about clothes. you werenât too interested, you werenât even talking.
âanything to add, y/n?â one asked.
you shrugged. âi donât knowâ style wise i really like alexâs and maybe iâm just biased but it seems super comfy. shockingly he also has a great taste in books andââ
âgirl all you do is take about your man!â your friend cut you off.
another friend piped up, âcanât say i blame her. i mean weâve been friends for what? seven years? in that time frame shes had one boyfriend and he kinda sucked. if i had a man treat me the way hers does, iâd be plastering that everywhere.â
your last friend shrugged. âi get itâ honestly i want to hear more about this guy. she talks about him but its never enough because someone interrupts her.â
âits fineâ all you really need to know about him is that he treats me very well, and i love him.â
after your little get together with your friends, you made your way to your apartment. the sun was setting and you wanted to lay in bed. but as soon as you got home, locked up and went to your room and saw your boyfriend, you knew for a fact you wouldnât be going to sleep.
i apologize if its a little too much, just a little too soon. but if the conversation ever were to come up i donât wanna assume this stuff. but aint it rough? think im in love!
#hockey#nhl#nhl imagine#nhl hockey#new jersey#new jersey devils#jack hughes#alexander holtz x y/n#alexander holtz x reader#alexander holtz imagine#alex holtz#alexander holtz#holtz10#10
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If You Were Serious (Secret Admirer pt 7)
Okay, so there will be more than seven chapters. For now, please enjoy Steve on painkillers and creative mix tape shenanigans.
(The crossed out thing after the first "Dear" is the first line of an E.)
wc: 3226 / rated: T / set end of/after season 3 / also on ao3
Dear I
Dear Secret Amdirer,
Sorry, painkillers kicking in. I got pretty banged up in the mall, in the fire. Well, less the fire and more getting hit by stuff. Mall fell down. I have ribs and eye and nose, and concussion this time so I had to stay over at Robinâs because someone had to keep an eye on me sleeping and my parents are still out of town. Dustin said I won at upper body injury bingo but I didnât even know I was playing, that sounds like really a shitty game.Â
Anyway, I havenât been home so I donât know if you tried to call. If you did, donât worry!!! Iâm not mad. I donât not like you anymore just because youâre you. And this isnât the durg drugs talking because I read your letter first before they kicked in, but I have to write this ASAP so it can get to you faster.Â
You couldâve called back that night but if you needed some time to breathe I get it, itâs cool. And I kinda had a feeling after that you might be a guy? Like, shit, man, theyâd eat you alive in this town. Not me, I learned my lesson after Jonathan wrecked my face after I called him and his family some bad things. I deserved that. Kinda funny how the next year he stole my girlfriend and now I like you. If you could still be interested in somebody who used to be like that.Â
I know I like you because when you hung up I was really worried, you sounded like you were breathing really fast, maybe a panic attack? I have those after nightmares now. Robin too. (Donât worry, we bonded and sheâs like my sister now, she says weâre playdoh soulmates
âOh my god, I knew explaining who Plato was was a bad idea. Itâs platonic, Steve, not Play-Doh.â
âStop reading over my shoulder! ⌠How do you spell that?â
âP-L-A-T-O-N-I-C.â
âThanks Robbie.â
she says weâre playdoh soulmates platonic soulmates.) I was worried about you and thought maybe you might be a guy but, that wasnât as important as wanting you to be okay, you know? You still wrote me all those nice letters. Youâve made me feel really good about myself, why does it have to be different just because youâre not a girl? I canât tell you why Robin knows about this stuff but she says I might be bysix bisexual. Not sure why I need a big fancy word for it when I didnât have one for liking girls, I just know I care about you a lot and want you to like me.Â
And youâre not a coward, youâre very very brave. You reached out first, you went for what you wanted even when I didnât get it and tried to ask for too much too soon. And then you kept coming back to try again, even though I kept doing that. Thatâs so brave.Â
Iâm not feeling so awake anymore so Iâm going to stop and have Robin mail this for me. (No way am I going out dressed like this. Her dad wears grandpa shorts dude, itâs pretty bad.) Iâll write more when Iâm feeling better. Are you okay? Hope you werenât anywhere near the mall the other night. Thanks for the rainbow song I will look for it.
Love SteveÂ
~
Once Eddie is done reading, he screams into his pillow for a different reason. Several, actually.Â
First, heâs been so sure for the past week or so that he would never hear from Steve ever again. The only reason heâd checked his mail today was because he should have another zine coming in soon. He didnât, but there was a yellow envelope with familiar, if slightly messier than usual handwriting on it. And inside that, stationary with colorful geometric shapes along the edges that Eddie now surmises is Robinâs.Â
Second, Steve isnât even writing to tell him to fuck off right to hell. Because yes, Eddie had heard the rumors about Steve calling Jonathan Byers a queer. The irony does send a seam of semi-hysterical laughter through his screams. Itâs fine. Itâs fine!
Third, Steve hasnât been avoiding his calls. He just hasnât been home. Heâs hurt, and it sounds like his head and torso took quite a beating. Eddie remembers seeing him around school both times after the other concussions and that had looked bad enough, and that had just been his face. This sounds worse.Â
Fourth, Steve is⌠still interested? Has talked to someone about this and might be bisexual?! Eddieâs never had anyone talk to someone else about him, has always been completely anonymous with a possible option of becoming a dirty little secret. And then the letter ends with âLove Steve.â Love? Love Steve?!
Fifth, Robin knows he sent Steve that ice cream. Eddie doesnât know what all âplatonic soulmatesâ entails, but what if she tells him? What if she already has?!
Sixth, despite being injured, and having panic attacks apparently, Steve is still asking if he is okay.Â
Seventh, beneath his name Steve had also doodled a lopsided happy face with what he can only guess is an ice pack balanced on top. Or⌠maybe itâs hair. Or some kind of hat.Â
Any of these would be enough to make his head spin on their own, but itâs all happening at once and he doesnât know what to do. So he screams into his pillow for a while longer, kicking his feet for good measure.Â
He wants to rush out and find Steve, wherever he is. Wants to call him, but doesnât know what he would say even if he did know the number to reach him right now. What he could say. Wants to wrap both arms around him and kiss his poor head better. Hell, if heâs turned Steve gay he doesnât just want, he deserves to make that guy the little spoon for the first time in his life probably and just. Hold him.Â
Except⌠heâs not sure heâs ready for face to face yet. He will be! Soon. Once all the emotions bubbling in his chest have settled a little. And after heâs pinched himself a few million more times just to make sure. But until thenâŚ
A thought occurs to him, and Eddie rolls over to frown consideringly up at the ceiling. Heâs sent Steve words to comfort and reassure him before, right? Maybe thereâs something else he can send, a different way of offering a part of himself to Steve until he works up the nerve to face him for real.Â
Itâs just going to take him a little time, and some recording equipment.Â
~
Dearest Steve,
I hope this address is still okay to write to you while you stay with your friend, but I donât know where she lives.Â
You have no ideaÂ
Holy shit man. Holy shit. Are you serious? No, strike that, youâve been nothing but genuine in these letters and I trust you, I do. Holy shit though. Itâs you. Clearly I never thought Iâd actually have a chance, from the way I approached this whole thing, so you must forgive me for how utterly poleaxed, completely flabbergasted, and genuinely gobsmacked I am.Â
And shit, Iâm still sorry for hanging up on you. That golden years lineâand this heavy secret of the most basic fact of who I am weighing on my shoulders, pressing down so hard I couldnât breathe. I wish Iâd just said something. But youâre right, I needed⌠space? And a push, to work up to writing the last letter I sent you. I got yours the day I put that in the mail, by the way, and that spun me even more because what if you read mine and took it all back?
But you didnât. You didnât, sweetheart. Iâm still reeling in the best possible way. Again, axed like a pole, flabbers gasted, and gob thoroughly smacked.
Enough about me. More than enough about me. Youâre concussed; I ought to wrap that gorgeous head of yours in bubble wrap and offer to fight all your battles henceforth, even against falling buildings. Iâm glad you have someone out there whoâs looking out for you though. I guess⌠youâve told Robin about some things? Maybe these letters? Which is absolutely fine, by the way. Itâs great! Fuck knows it wouldnât have occurred to me to explain what bisexuality is, since I hardly dared to dream so big and only swing the one way myself. Youâre an amazingly open-minded person by the way, Steve; I hope you know how rare that is, especially in a place like Hawkins. And Robin too, apparently. Please give her my highest regards, she is an angel among mortals and an inadvertent champion of this sad wet rag of a human being (me).Â
At any rate, wishing you the speediest of recoveries and I hope youâre already feeling at least a little better. My condolences on the grandpa shorts, although personally Iâm convinced you could wear a trash bag and still look like an Adonis.Â
Itâs taken me a little longer than Iâd like to send this because I made something for you. Enclosed is a tape with some of the songs from our call that you said you liked, played acoustically by yours truly. Rainbow In The Dark is one of them. You mentioned having nightmares, and whenever I had bad dreams as a kid my mom would play for me until I calmed down. Sheâd hum instead of doing the words, to make it more like a lullaby. I hope itâs at least a decent distraction, sweetheart.Â
Let me know if you like it? I can make one of your favorite songs too, just you let me know what they are. In the meantime, I remain, as alwaysâ
Your Secret Admirer
~
âYou should tell him that you know,â Robin whispers, at some point during the fourth night in a row theyâve ended up crashed on the same bed listening to the Anti-Panic Attack Metal Mix.Â
Her dad sleeps like the dead and her mom sleeps with earplugs in because he snores, so they get away with it, but Steve always insists on laying on top of the covers anyway. The friendship is still new, for all that theyâre trauma bonded, and he wants to make sure she knows heâs not getting any funny ideas, that he gets the whole lesbian thing, that even though heâs new to being into a dude heâs committed to it and not wishy-washy or greedy or whatever.
He fiddles with a loose string on the blanket for a minute before answering. âNo⌠I donât want to freak him out again. Itâs all going to be on his terms from here on out, no more pushing.â
âWell youâve got to do something. Come on Steve, Iâm invested now. Ask to meet him.â
He rolls his eyes. âWhat did I just say?âÂ
Immediately he gives an inward wince, because that came out bitchy. But Robin just snorts and murmurs âFine,â sounding amused rather than offended, so he relaxes.Â
They exist in silence for a while, side by side. Just close enough to not feel alone, drifting on the soft notes and low, rich hum. Itâs soothing.Â
âWhat if,â Robin starts, and ignores Steveâs huff. âWhat if you go somewhere you know he might show, and then give him the opportunity to talk to you?â
âOh yeah,â he scoffs, âlike what?â
âSummer house party.â Her whisper picks up a little in excitement as she warms to her own idea. âI bet we can find one thatâs coming up soon. Everyone knows that Munson sells, itâs one of those never invited but always welcome things. Then if he doesnât come to you, just buy some weed and see if he says anything.â
âNo,â Steve whispers back.Â
She rolls over to squint at him in the dark. âJust think about it, okay? You wouldnât be forcing him to do anything, just⌠providing an opportunity. Come on, Stevie-evie, this is my chance to see a gay love story go right.â
âVetoing that nickname.â With a sigh, he rolls onto his side too, facing her. âMy face still looks like raw hamburger meat, Robs. I have like zero charm right now.â
The swelling has gone down, at least to where he can open his eye again but the bruising remains spectacular. It looks like a sunset exploded across the side of his face, and not in a good way.Â
Robin rolls her eyes. âYouâre more than just your face, dingus. It wasnât your rugged jawline, sculpted cheekbones, or pimple-free forehead that wrote those letters, it was you. Steve.â
He goes to wrinkle his nose at the descriptions, but quickly remembers thatâs still a bad idea with a swallowed grunt. âPlease, never describe me again.â
âI make no promises. And anyway, if youâre willing to try makeup I think we could get most of it covered so no oneâll ever notice. Not at night, anyway.â
That gives him pause. He rolls onto his back again to think about it, staring up at the ceiling of Robinâs bedroom and tracing imaginary constellation lines between the glow in the dark stars she has up there. Beside him, he feels her settling on her back too without having to look.Â
Itâs not like when heâd found a little brother in Dustinâwho has visited pretty much every day during Steveâs convalescence, sometimes with Erica or Mike, Lucas, and Max in tow, spouting off things heâs read in books about the various still-healing injuries. As annoying as it is, Steve appreciates that the little dork took the time to study whatâs wrong with him enough to provide armchair diagnoses and give him advice about things that he already knows.Â
Robin is⌠more of a twin than a sister. (Which, yeah, twin sister, whatever. Thatâs not the point.) Theyâre on the same wavelength in a way heâs never experienced before, not with Tommy or Carol or even Nancy. The closest thing Steve has ever had to this was during basketball games, in the heat of a play where everyone on the team knew where everyone was and where theyâd be and how to work together as a unit, perfectly in sync. Only with Robin, itâs all the time. Sometimes they can even finish each otherâs sentencesâthough they try not to do that around her parents, in the interest of not wanting them to think theyâre a couple.Â
Theyâre more like a pair of bonded kittens at the pound, Robin says. Must be adopted together. (âOkay, but why canât we be dogs? Dogs are cooler.â âBecause, dingus, you have a one-hundred-and-twenty-seven step hair and skin routine and youâre incredibly aloof when you want to be. I could go either way, but youâre one hundred percent cat.â)
âMaybe,â he whispers finally.Â
Heâs not sure sheâs still awakeâheâs not sure heâs still awake, with the soothing music lulling him back to a calm he hadnât felt even before heâd gone to bed the first time. But he wants to think she hears it, just like he wants to think that heâll run into Eddie and find out what itâs like to hold his hand, maybe even kiss him, all in the same night. Heâs worn lip gloss, he can deal with a little makeup.Â
âMaybe Iâll go.â
~
Dear Secret Admirer,
Thank you for the tape, itâs perfect. It helps me get back to sleep because it feels like youâre there, watching over me. Like nothing bad can happen. Sometimes the nightmares still come back after but I think itâs getting better. It takes a while, you know? Last time, after the after Billy after my last concussion it took a while to stop having bad dreams. I guess the mind needs time to heal too, even if the stuff that happens to it isnât as ârealâ as breaking a nose or a rib. Who knew?
I really am serious, yeah. Even though Iâm me. Whatever that means. I donât really know what to do with myself or what I want right now. (Except you. Kind of cheesy, but maybe you like that about me? I guess itâs something I always tried to hide before because the guys wouldâve made fun of me, fuck knows Tommy did all of junior year, but I kind of like the idea that maybe you saw it anyway.) Once my face heals up me and Robin are going to try and get jobs together somewhere else because weâre cats that have to stick together or weâll get stressed out and claw all the furniture. Other than that I donât know what I want to do except leave Hawkins someday. But stick around to make sure itâs to see the kids graduate. Dustinâs starting high school in the fall, maybe you could keep an eye out for him? Curly hair, no collarbones, ego bigger than the whole state, total nerd but in a good way, even if heâs sometimes a butthead about it. He plays that game with dragons and those weird looking dice, do you know it? Him and his friends Mike and Lucas are kind of bully magnets. (Max is starting freshman year too but she can take care of herself in that department.) Theyâve all been pretty down after the mall and with Will and moving away and everything. Erica, Lucasâ little sister, I guess Iâm her âbabysitterâ now too, is still in middle school but I donât know if sheâd be glad or insulted if I waited around to see her graduate. She can take care of herself too. She and Dustin were with us for most of the Starcourt burning down and it was a lot, but kids are resilient. I donât think she gets nightmares, not that she would ever admit to anyone if she did even though in her own words âweâve bled together.â Sheâs getting into the nerdy dice game too and is planning her campaign for President of the USA as soon as she turns, what, 40? 50? Whatever age you have to be before you can do that. Iâll probably still be in a town like Hawkins with another lame retail job by then, but sheâs got my vote. Sheâd do a hell of a lot better job than Regan, thatâs for sure.Â
Is your mom My mom never sang to
Also, you are really good at guitar, man. I still think about your hands, I bet you have long fingers. Really⌠Whatâs a word for âgood with his fingersâ? I think about that sometimes. I donât really know what kind of stuff two guys can do together except the obvious but I think about that a lot. I want you to play me like your guitar. Iâd let you fight my battles too, at least until my ribs get back to normal and then we can both fight both of our battles. You know Iâd do that for you, right? If you ever need me. I really like these letters. I really like you.
Love, Steve
P.S. If you were serious about making me another tape (which you really donât have to, this was already going above and beyond), my favorite songs areâŚ
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[á´/É´]: This is absolutely filthy I am so sorry. It's been a while since I wrote smut (I so didn't steal this from something I wrote with my ocs haha).
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Walking outside, you close the door behind yourself, observing the front of the home.
As far as the eye could see, you was sure there was nothing but wilderness. Of course, you're stating such purely based on assumption- the world could have very much shifted and you would be none the wiser due to your blurry sight.
Stepping forwards again, you rub your hands together as a cold gust of wind blows harshly, pushing the hair sitting on your shoulders around your neck.
Price was full of shit; he isnât here.
There was no one, only the cars that had pulled into the drive way sitting alone, waiting for their owners. Exhaling harshly, you continue forward, opening your mouth.Â
'Simon?' you say, turning your head to cover as much of the area as possible. 'Simon?' you call out once more before scoffing under your breath, rolling your eyes.
Youâd have to remind Price that it's halloween, not April fools day. Your mouth forms a thin line as you cross your arms.Â
Stepping backwards, you begin to turn around all for you to stop in your tracks when a firm hold catches your forearm. In the blink of an eye, you're forced against the wall beside the door.
All air is pushed from out your lungs in a sudden gasp, your hands grabbing the forearms of your attacker.
Before you can scream, a hand is placed over your mouth, and as you feel the material across your face, a burst of redness fills your cheeks when you caught sight of a skull mask.
Looking down at the gloved hands on your mouth, you catch sight of the exact same skull print you have caught in pictures, yet, never in person.
The longer you observe his appearance, the more you find that he had thought of everything that went into the outfit- the eye paint, the balaclava, the holster on his thigh, the jacket⌠everything. He removes his hand from off of your mouth, allowing you to take a full (much needed) deep breath.
No fucking way.Â
'Oh my Lord,' you merely manage to get past your lips, your grip on the fabric of his black coat tightening as you gulp thickly. 'You did not.'
The man standing in front of you doesn't speak, instead, he brings his head down closer to you, staring you in the eyes through the holes of the mask. His look is stern, authoritative.
Simon's not here anymore.
Shamefully, you press your thighs together, turning your head away from his gaze, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you let out a giggle.Â
'Are you seriously that fuckinâ turned on by this?' Ghost asks, breaking the silence between the pair.
Your thighs are forced apart as he wedges his knee between them, the delight of the added pressure fading suddenly. Pressing his knee against your cunt, the hand that had been on your mouth settles against your throat.
You continue to laugh to yourself, colour filling your face. If he didn't have his gloves on, you're more than sure he most definitely would have been amused by how painfully hot your skin is to the touch despite the winter air.
'Is it that obvious?' you ask, cocking your head to the side as you address him.Â
He moves his knee up higher, pressing right against your clit. You gasp in surprise, your knees buckling under his sudden movement.
Oh, he hates that you was enjoying it as much as you was- he's jealous. You can spy it in the spark in his eyes.
Unfortunately, you really can't help yourself.
Despite not having any doubts, you're provided with a direct sign of his jealous as his hand around your throat tightens. Your eyes falter, darting anywhere but his as you realise what you've somehow managed to get yourself into.
Sucking in a breath, he lets go of your throat, instead opting to grab your face.
'Look at me,' he says, 'I can feel you on my fucking leg, youâre leaking like a bitch in heat.'
'And Iâm not ashamed of it,' you answer bravely, letting out a dreamy sigh as you look at him.Â
For a moment, you're more than sure you've broken him as all he can do is look blankly at you. This entire situation shouldn't excite you as much as it is right now- you should be ashamed of yourself for even being excited at the sight of your boyfriend dressed in the same clothes he has wore to take lives.
But just like you shame, you find that your morality has also disappeared alongside it.
'Weâre not going to the party,' he states, relaxing his hold on you.
A goofy grin makes its way to your face as you quickly nod your head, readying yourself for the walk to his car. Only, he has other plans, picking you up from off of the ground, throwing you over his shoulder as though you weigh nothing.
A squeal passes your lips as you hang from off of his back, swaying back and forward as he carries you. You slap his back in an attempt to protest, letting out a mumbled whine as you try to move. A firm hand meets your ass causing you to jolt forward, a squeak escaping you are your face grows hotter.
As the pair of you continue across the estate, your eyes widen as you watch Simon stroll past his car, instead, opting for the guest house. Pulling the door open, still keeping hold of you, he closes it behind himself.
'We canâtâ'
'He doesn't need to know, love,' Ghost sharply responds.
You press your hands against your face, letting a shaky sigh escape you as you try your hardest to try and find a single part of you which still possesses some form of shame. You absolutely shouldn't be doing this.
However, your eyes skim the holster on his thigh and, suddenly, you don't feel bad at all.
'He's gonna kill us if he finds out,' you say, grinning like an idiot.Â
'I can hear the smile on your face from here,' he says, kicking open the door to the bedroom. 'We're as bad as each other.'
You don't get the opportunity to respond to him as you're thrown down onto the bed. As soon as you hit the bed, you push yourself up on your forearms ensuring you're getting a decent view of Simon as he walks back to the open door of the bedroom
His heavy boots thud against the ground as he approaches the door, and when it closes, he turns around to address you, pulling his gloves off and tossing them to the ground. His tattoo sleeve only worsens the blow to your dignity and you find the room to be spinning the longer you observe him.
'This is why you were late, huh?' you ask.
'Yes,' he bluntly answers. Annoyance is clear in his tone, and you note how he seems almost irritated. 'Now, how about you put your pretty mouth to use for me, sweetheart? Or have I went through all this effort for nothing?'Â
You have never moved faster in your life in order to fulfil a request- or, an order in this case. Nothing compares to the precision in which you push yourself off of the bed, practically dropping to your knees in front of him. It's shameful, really; you're treating your boyfriend like he's some sort of deity because of a few pieces of fabric.
Yet, he simply looks too good to justify acting in any other way.
Simon unclips his combat belt, allowing it to fall to the ground with a thud. Your hands greedily grab his zipper before he even has a chance to unbutton the top button on his cargos. Despite your rush, however, he dips his hand and undoes the top button while you pull down his zipper.
Grabbing the top of his pant, your pull the down slightly, grinning as your eyes catch a damp patch in the man's black underwear. He can point his finger all he wants, sure, however, he's clearly having fun with what he's doing for you.
With such confirmation, you pull down the waistband of his boxers, rapping your hand around the shaft of his cock, pulling it out from the confinements of his briefs, brushing the pad of your thumb over his red tip and collecting a bead of pre-cum while doing so.
'Youâre enjoying this too,' you comment, moving your hand up and down. His hand grabs your hair, forcing your head backwards so you're looking at him.Â
'I wasnât askinâ for your observation, sweetheart,' he says lowly.Â
Without even thinking of objecting to his request, you press the tip of his cock against your tongue, trailing your tongue around it. Simon lets out a small groan, tilting his head to the side as you do so.
You keep your tongue pressed to the bottom of your mouth and slowly, you take more of his cock into your mouth. Your tongue brushes against one of the veins in his shaft, knowing well that you're most definitely not going to be able to take all of him.
Of course, people typically say that God loves a trier, and fortunately, you know Simon does too.
So, you persevere in spite of knowing better, moving your head further and further down with the help of his hand on the back of your head. You let out a small noise when his leaking tip hits the back of your throat, and you swear you hear a short snicker from above you.
You still at such, deciding to pull away slightly all for your head to be held in place. Simon tuts at you and you peer at the masked man through your eyelashes.
Hiding under his mask is a smirk.
'Oh no, pretty girl,' he gruffly says, 'after all the effort Iâve went through for you, youâre gonna take more of me, and yâ gonna let me use that throat of yours,' he firmly states.Â
His words make a wooziness fill your head. You know you could always tap his thigh if you really couldn't take it, yet, you're determined to fulfil his desire; he's absolutely fulfilled yours.
Inhaling through your nose, your cheeks grow brighter as you feel his hand guide you further down his cock. Tilting his head backwards, he let out a laconic moan.Â
'Fuck, thatâs it. Thatâs a good girl.'
His sentiment leaves you more breathless than his cock, and in a second of surprise, you attempt to pull backwards again in order to take a breath. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as his hand keeps your head firmly in place, your stomach dropping as you choke for a moment.
Still, the eyes that look down at you are menacing- he clearly isn't concerned in the slightest, and if the pair of you hadn't been together for so long, you would have made the assumption that he was falling more and more into the character of Ghost.
Your scalp burns as he tightens his grasp on your hair, pulling your head backwards. You gasp for air as he pulls you off of his cock, choking on a chain of coughs.
As you blink, a tear rolled down your cheek. Your chest raises and falls quickly as another tear slips past your eye as he forces you to look at him again.Â
'Look at you, hm?â he begin, 'crying from my cock like a little slut,' he continues, clearly amused by the state you had managed to work yourself into. 'Iâm gonna fuck your mouth, use your throat, and when I cum, youâre gonna swallow all of it,' he states, grabbing his shaft. 'Open wide, darlinâ.'
Opening your mouth, you wrap your lips around his cock, allowing him to force your head further down. Any dignity you had earlier tonight has definitely been left at the door, and you're more than sure it's clawing at the door in an attempt to ensure she doesn't go off into the deep end. Only, you choose not to listen to anything aside from the short breaths of your lover.
You look up at him through wet eyelashes, wincing slightly as his grip tightens on your hair. He guides your head with precision, ensuring you're taking as much of him as you can fit in your mouth- using you like you're nothing more than something to aid is his pleasure.
You've taken more of him than you usually manage and still, you're astonished at the very fact that you still haven't fit all of him in your mouth. Such a fact has a wetness pooling in your panties.
'Thatâs it, sweetheart,' he exhales, 'fuuckk, yeah, thatâs right, love, take all of it.'
Removing your hands off of your bare thighs, you grab his hips, digging your manicured nails into his skin as he fucks your throat. His moans and groans are unlike anything you've really heard from him, the seething breaths working well to make your heart pound in your chest.
Saliva seeps out of your mouth as he continues to use you as though you're nothing more than his fuck toy. You choke on him, not that you could have helped at, and as your gaze fell from off of him, he hisses.
'Eyes on me, gorgeous,' he snaps.
Immediately, you look at him.
'Good girl.'
Oh, he really wants to kill you.Â
More tears drip down your cheeks as he picks up the pace slightly. His lack of care right now is striking and you're shocked that you find yourself enjoying how he's using you. One thing is painfully clear, the very thing you spied when the pair of you were outside together: he's so painfully jealous and he's trying to vent his frustrations by using your mouth as he wishes.
Nothing has ever gotten you so excited and you can easily see through the tough act, spying the truth as to why he's being slightly rough with you.
Your nails dig further into his skin as you feel him pressing into your throat, the muscles immediately clenching as you longed for a breath of air. Your makeup is smudged and you're cheeks feel sticky from the streaks of mascara. Your thighs are coated in spit as you drool around his cock.
His breathing grows harsher and his hand guiding your head begins to move you in a slightly clumsy manner. You're expecting him to cum, however, he pulls you off of his cock quickly, replacing your mouth with his free hand. He keeps you in place with the hand tangled in your hair.
Precum and drool coat your chin as you stare dumbly at him, your eyelids drooping slightly as your chest heaves while you try and catch your breath.
'Look at the fuckinâ mess youâve turned into, sweetheart,' he says, looking you in the eyes. Moving his hand from off of your head, he grab your face, pressing the pad of his thumb against your wet bottom lip. 'Drunk off of my fuckinâ cock, hm? Dirty fuckin' girl,' he scolds, pulling your mouth open. 'Open that pretty mouth of yours, love.'
You do as you're told, feeling your core practically beating at the sight of him jacking off in front of you. He tilts his head back as he lets out one final guttural moan before his cum spurts from out of his cock.
You keep your mouth open as he paints your tongue with his load, looking without shame as he continues to milk every single drop out of himself, taking deep breaths as he slowly comes down from his high.
Instead of swallowing immediately, you look at him with an eager eye, waiting for him to tell you what to do.
'Swallow,' he demands.
You close your mouth and swallow his load with a small wince.
Tucking himself back into his boxers, you watch in dismay as he zips his pants up and does the button up too. There's as sinking feeling in your stomach, the overwhelming desire to fulfil your own needs nearly making you teary eyed as he helps you up from off of the ground.
'Is- Is that it?' you shakily ask, looking up at him.
He smirks at you, you know he does as the fabric of his mask shifts. Grabbing your face, he smudges a streak of mascara with the back of his thumb, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest as he leans closer to you.
'Ghost doesn't play fair, sweetheart.'
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The Menu | Part 5
âmy body is a cageâ
A/N: I wrote this in a matter of hours yesterday..and also decided to say fuck the canon timeline so <3
~word count: 4.6k~
Pairing | dark!joel miller x f!reader
Summary: Joel promises that he can make your pain go away. Heâs a man that never goes back on his word.
Warnings: trauma responses from SA (not by Joel) mildly descriptive flashback to SA, degrading language, hurt, comfort, dark!joel, protective!joel, heâs kinda shit at communicating, but heâs trying his best for you, softish!joel, talk of the past, angst, sprinkle of fluff, intense emotional feelings, you and Joel let your guard down around one another, age gap, (Joel is in his 40âs and reader is in her late 20âs. I played around with the canon timeline a bit) reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!
A languid roll of condensation drips down the base of Joelâs glass that has long since been abandoned the second you fell to your knees in an unceremonious fashion between his parted thighs.
Acceptance already began to make its home again in your heart when you watched Joel slowly shake his head. It hurt, like all rejections do, but it stung a little deeper than you were willing to admit.
Joel Miller didnât want you anymore. Heâd forget about you when the dust would inevitably settle. Heâd find someone else to bury his troubles into. It wouldnât be you, and maybe that was for the better. Maybe the presence of Joel in your life was not a good thing.
It still hurts. No amount of whiskey-melded poker face could mask that.
The weight of his actions seemed to strike their mark along him as well. Another drop of moisture slid down the glass, pooling along the worn down coffee table. He blinked once, twice, swallowing the prominent lump growing in his throat. His pupils had blown wide like two shiny 8-balls. Fuck.
The blooming awkwardness reared its ugly head when a silent tear traveled down your cheekbone. Once the first one escaped, the flood gates opened.
His gut twisted and churned painfully like a stranded ship being tousled by an onslaught of unforgiving swells. He couldnât tear his sights from your doe-eyed teary gaze. His own tears threatened to spill when you flinched from his right hand moving upwards towards your face.
His fingers quivered when they finally settled against your clammy skin. Joel Miller would never believe himself to be a gentle-touched man. Maybe a long time ago when the sun warmed his skin, and joyous laughter echoed in both ears, and his eyes were bright and full of life, but now? His kindness was reserved, locked away, buried six feet under the cold clutches of earth. The key was thrown away, forgotten and rusted away along with what remained of his tattered and bruised heart.
Here in his hold, your skin warm, soft beneath the rough calluses of his palm, he felt. He felt not just anger, but guilt, sadness, a newfound ache that was tangled up in that stupid four letter word that he would be damned to ever utter its existence again.
âHey, itâs okay, Angel. Itâs okay. Youâre safe.â He reassured you, big brown eyes never leaving yours.
You had never heard this brutish man speak to you in such a sincerely soft way. There wasnât an ilk of pity or condescendence in his tone. Nothing but concern, fear, a desperate need to ascend comfort in his words.
He was so..confusing.
âIâm sorry.â You whispered, choking back a sob that died in your throat. âYouâyou should go, Joel.â You went to brush away his hand to crawl as far away from him as physically possible, but he wasnât budging. Heâd never leave.
âHey, look at me.â He commanded softly. His other hand found purchase around the left side of your face. His movements were gentle and slow. He wanted to ground you, to keep your soul from being plucked up like a marionette. âI ainât goinâ anywhere.â
You pushed and pulled against him, grinding your teeth together when he still sat unmoving. It was as if you were the unsuspecting bird, and he was the wet cement that would soon harden and fossilize around your body.
âWhy?â You questioned. Your sadness had ebbed away and was quickly replaced with simmering frustration. âYou donât want me anymore, Joel. Thereâs nothing left for you here, so justâfuckinâ leave.â You snapped.
âAngel, I never said I didnât want you anymore. Please stop fightinâ me. Please.â He pleaded, the rough pads of his thumbs swiped under your eyes, collecting the tears that pooled there while they awaited their time to fall.
âYou didnât need to say it, Joel. I could fuckinâ feel it.â You sniffled, falling back on your haunches in defeat.
âNo, sweet girl. Youâre mistaken. I swear. Iâm shit at this. This whole..communicating thing has never been my forte. Iâm sorry. Iâm soâsorry. But somethinâ about this ainât feel right. IâI donât want to assume, but somethinâ happened to you. I know you donât want to tell me, but maybeââ
âBut maybe what, Joel? Why do you even care? Why all of a suddenâwhen you said yourself that Iâm nothinâ but your whore on stilts. A tight hole to fuck whenever you please. What, did you have a sudden change of heart? Gonna manipulate me into believing that you actually care about me? Fuck youââ
âI swear on my daughters fuckinâ grave that I care about you. I am not manipulating you into believing anythinâ that is leaving my mouth, Angel. I am tellinâ you the truth. You mean somethinâ to me. Puttinâ it into words ainât easy for a man like me, but youâre hurtin.â Youâre in pain, and I swear to god if some sick fuck put their hands on you, Iâll make sure they never see the light of day again.â He confessed fiercely.
He might as well get down on one knee and sign his life off to you in red ink. To ensure his promise to keep you safe and protected like he was some knight in shining armor.
Benji yanked you up by the scruff of your neck like you were some stray cat, or a tattered ragdoll. You felt like a bug at his mercy, awaiting a painful death of being squashed beneath a leather boot, split into a million pieces. You could hear his friends snickering in the back while they were still fisting their cocks like the disgusting hounds that they were. âJusâ remember your place in this world, Angel. No matter what anyone tells you, you will be nothinâ but a come-stained, filthy whore. And when you return to him, like I know you will, heâll toss you away like yesterday's trash. All men are the same, sweetheart. They donât like it when another dog has been in their bitch.â He spat cruelly, a glob of saliva landing along your cheek.
âNo, Joel. Iâm nothinâ but a come-stained whore, and youâll toss me away like yesterdayâs trash.â You whispered solemnly, chin tilting downwards in disgust with what was instilled in you to be your true identity. Crestfallen tears were wept. Tears that trailed down your cheeks and rolled down the expanse of his bare wrists and forearms. Each teardrop that landed upon his skin sent his anger flaring upwards the way that smoke rises from a blazing fire.
âWho did this to you, Angel? Tell me his name, and I swear to you that I will make this all go away. Tell me the name of the man who laid his fuckinâ hands on you. Tell me, please. Please, Angel. I want to help you.â He was on the cusp of begging, hating the fear that began to douse the flames. The fear that maybe it was too late, and the damage was done already.
Your eyes slowly meet his, rimmed in red, skin puffy and dry. From just the look alone that you gave him, he knew who had done this to you. He knew the second your lips parted, and uttered the name that sent the beast inside of him awakening once more.
âBenji.â
The dam broke the moment his name left your lips; you crumbled. An echo of gut wrenching, broken sobs tumbled out of you as Joel scrambled to keep you together. He was on the floor with you now, cradling you in his arms while struggling to gather up the broken pieces figuratively scattered around him. It was as if you were loose grains of sand, and no matter how many times he scooped you up into his gentle palms, you kept slipping through the cracks.
You found yourself crawling into his lap, straddling his hips with your arms latched around his neck. You anchored yourself around him while his shirt soaked up your heavy flowing tears like a sponge. His arms were around you like a cage, comforting you the only way he knew how; through touch. One large hand came to cradle the back of your head, while the other rested along the curve of your spine, drawing soothing circles against your skin with the rough pads of his fingertips.
Itâs okay, Angel. I have you. Youâre safe. I promise.
and through your tears, and your aching, you wanted to believe him. But believing and trusting someone never came easy. Especially in this world. To throw all your eggs into one basket would be considered foolish. Since the night of the outbreak you had convinced yourself that you needed no one. Not a shoulder to cry on, or a friend to confide in. You hadnât sought for human connection till you crossed paths with Joel Miller. And now you felt guilty for webbing him into your life. For making this mountain of a man feel.
Was it intentional? No. But sometimes we lose all sense of control and ultimately find ourselves giving into that thing that we fear the most. In all retrospect, you had tried to push Joel away from you, but he was a stubborn man. The most stubborn person you had ever met. A whole lotta bark and bite. Fearless until he gave into feeling. Unmoving until he began to feel for you. The girl that was just looking for a vice to fill a void, and instead found a man that would quite literally kill for you. Heâd lasso the fucking moon and bring it down to you if you asked. Heâd be your friend, your shoulder to cry on, your comfort in the odd hours of the night when the nightmares would creep in.
Heâd be your laughter, your anger, your sadness. Heâd be whatever the fuck you wanted him to be. That was the thing about men like Joel Miller, they were fiercely loyal to the ones they loved to the point where maybe he was the foolish one. Maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew. And if that were the case, heâd lick his wounds, convince himself that he was okay, and move on until his body would ultimately give way to the grief he carried day in, and day out.
âWill you let me take care of you, Angel?â He asked suddenly, so softly you could barely hear him through the thick of your messy tears.
âIf you wish it.â You sniffled, cheek pressed firmly against the damp fabric of his shirt where your tears had soaked through.
He rumbled a sigh, nostrils flaring while he tilted his chin down to take a peek at your current state. Heâd never seen you look so tiny, frail, curling into yourself like a mouse shriveling from a house cat on the prowl. His latent caretaker instincts were kicking into full drive after the dust had been blown off of them and wafted through the stagnant air.
âCâmon, sweet girl.â He urged in a gentle tone, strong arms tightening their hold around you while his hands gently hoisted you up by your thighs. His knees creaked and groaned from carrying the weight of himself and you to a standing position. You clung to him still in a koala like fashion.
âWhere are you taking me?â You asked unsurely.
âTakinâ you to the bathroom so we can wash the pain away.â He replied quietly.
His footsteps are soft, yet calculated while his hands stay secured around your thighs. He uses his shoulder to push open your flimsy bathroom door. You find yourself sitting along the toliet seat, back resting against the wall with your hands in your lap. You begin to pick at the skin around your nails absentmindedly. You flinch slightly when the sharp edge of your nail tears through dry cuticle skin surrounding your thumb. The sting feels nice, calming in a sense.
Your eyes stay focused on the wall even when the shadow of his silhouette looms over you, and his warm palm suddenly engulfs your own.
âDonât do that.â He whispers, brows furrowed when he notices the bead of blood on the side of your thumb. âYou have beautiful hands, Angel. Donât goân ruin âem.â He means every word.
âIâm sorry.â Is all you can really say.
He slips his fingers through your own and you can feel every ridge and rough callus through his skin. His thumb strokes the outside of your hand in a tender sweep.
You want to cry, but you donât. Instead you lean your head back against the wall and close your eyes while the sounds of the water sloshing into the tub drowns out your thoughts.
With his freehand he constantly checks the temperature of the water to make sure itâs not too hot, and not too cold. The last thing he wants to do is shock your system. He glances up at your face for a moment before he focuses on his blurry reflection in the rippling water.
How can I make her pain go away?
It's not something that will ever go away. It becomes bearable, but with time. All you can do is be there for her the best way that you can. He reminds himself.
âAngel.â
Your eyes snap open at the sound of his voice ringing in your ears.
So it wasnât all a dream.
âUh..the water should be good now. Do you want some privacy? I donâtâneed to be in here with you..I understand if youââ heâs stumbling over his words more than he intended to, but this is uncharted territory for him, and heâs unsure.
âNo.â You finally speak, âI want you to stay.â
He breathes; relieved for a moment. âOkay, Iâll stay. Do you..want some help?â Heâs referring to your clothes and if you require assistance in undressing.
âPlease.â
He nods reassuringly before standing up to his full height from where he was kneeling alongside the tub. âArms up.â He softly requests while he reaches for the hem of your shirt.
Your body works strictly on autopilot, boneless as you lift your arms above your head so itâs easier for him to pull your shirt up.
His wounded knuckles brush gently against your sides when he begins to lift the fabric from your body slowly. Gooseflesh begins to rise when you're exposed to the room temperature air. Your hands instinctively move to cover your modesty and he pretends to not notice the way you immediately fold in on yourself.
It hurts him to see you in such a state as this, but his feelings do not matter, he reminds himself. Yours are far more important than his own.
He waits for your consent to pop the button of your jeans followed by the zipper. His eyes stay locked on your own when he begins to ease the worn denim down your thighs. Thereâs two gaping holes in the fabric around your knees that werenât there before. He begins to feel the bile rise before he forces it back down.
You're trembling by the time he reaches for the elastic waistband of your tattered panties and he finds himself freezing in place when your hands snatch his wrists frantically.
âI wonât take them off, okay?â He reassures you. âI promise.âhe adds for good measure.
You trust him, and that scares you, but itâs enough for you to release his wrists from your death grip.
âTurn around, please.â You croak out, still struggling to find your voice.
He doesnât protest, or say mean things, or make you feel ten times smaller than you already felt. He obliges your request silently.
You wait until his back is facing you before you pull your panties down over your thighs. You catch a glimpse of a maroon saturated stain that will be forever tattooed in the flimsy fabric. You want to sob, but instead you drop the material to your ankles and discard them with the rest of your tattered clothing.
He doesnât turn around to look at you until you give him permission. By that point you were already carefully lowering yourself into the tub. He finds you with your knees protectively tucked up to your chest, folded in on yourself. A dull, sullen look glossed over in your once vibrant irises. Your eyes cast down to your reflection before staring off into nothingness once more.
âCan..I get you anything? Are you hungry? I can whip you up some soup or somethin?ââ He asks while lowering himself to sit alongside the tub. He doesnât care that his lower back pinches a bit, or his knees creak, he just wants to be there for you in any way that he can.
âJust a cigarette would be nice.â You mumble out a reply. Your eyes meet his softened gaze for a moment with your chin resting along the dip of your knee. âHe took the ones that you rolled me, along with the pills, and the pistol you lent me. Iâm sorry, Joel. IâIâll pay you back.â
âHey, you donât have to pay me back for any of that, okay? I donât give a fuck about the pills, and I lent you the gun and cigarettes, Angel. Donât worry about that, okay?â He reached into his back pocket, pulling out his own stash and a lighter. He leaned forward, placing the cigarette between your lips before he ignited the unlit end with the lighter.
You took a long drag, letting the smoke attack your lungs, and the nicotine ease your brain into relaxation, and calm your rising anxiety.
âOkay.â You finally speak, willing yourself to scoot closer towards the edge of the tub to ash the cigarette over the side.
âTell me something that..makes you happy.â He catches you off guard while you take another long drag. You blow the smoke off to the side, creating a hazy cloud that soon dissipates.
âSomething..that makes me happy?â You question apprehensively.
âYes. Jusâ anythinâ that you can think of that makes you happy, Angel.â He rasps softly as he awaits your response.
âThe rain. But specifically when itâs storming. I love that earthy smell after a storm. When everything smells fresh, clean, alive. I like the dreary days too. Where it rains from morning through the night. I like the sound it makes when raindrops land on the pavement, or roofs. I know it might sound silly, but when I was a kid I used to sit out on the driveway with some neighborhood friends and watch the storms roll in. Always found myself getting excited when the clouds grew darker and the wind picked up..that first flash of lighting, and rumbling thunder?â You trailed off, unsure if you said too much, or too little for his liking.
âOh, yeah, I have to agree. Who doesnât love a good heavy storm? Perfect sleepinâ weather too. Back in Texas weâd get some pretty wild storms out there. Flash floods and all that jazz. Didnât matter to me cusâ Iâd always sleep with the window open. My younger brother, Tommy, was afraid of thunderstorms, up until the point of me tellinâ him that we were always safe inside. Think he got over the fear by the time he was ten.â Joel found himself reminiscing on his childhood, and a simpler time that felt like a ghost to him now.
âI didnât know you had a brother.â You ashed the cigarette over the side of the tub once more before offering it to him. He declined with a slight shake of his head. You need it more than I do.
âYeah, heâs..well, I donât know where heâs at. Left with the fireflies a few years back. Thought he could be a hero and save the world. I send him radio messages every now and then jusâ to check up on him.â He sighed softly. His arm came to rest along the side of the tub, palm resting upwards in case you needed to, or wanted to hold his hand.
âDo you miss him?â You asked, shifting closer to him.
You could visibly see him tense from your question. Tommy was a sore spot for him, a festering wound at times. He felt resentful after everything he had done for his younger brother. The sacrifices he made to keep both of them safe from harm. But deep down he knew he couldnât stay mad at his kin forever, but he wasnât ready to let that resentment go just yet. He still needed to heal.
âI miss him more than Iâm willinâ to admit, Angel. Not sure if he really misses me all that much.â He shrugged indignantly. âWhat about you, do..you have any siblings?â
He realized then that he didnât know much about you at all. He knew your name, and your body, but he wanted to know more about what you were like before the world went to shit.
âNope. Only child. Mom and Dad tried for another, but some things just arenât meant to be.â It was your turn to shrug now. He caught you eyeing his outstretched palm resting along the chipped porcelain. If he had the ability to read minds, he certainly was reading yours now.
âAnd..your parents?â He asked, assuming the inevitable answer.
âBoth dead. Car crash a couple years before outbreak. I was too young to comprehend any of it. Grandparents took me in luckily. We pretty much lived in desolation out in the middle of nowhere after that. Not much civilization out in the sticks.â
âOh, Iâm sorry.â His tone is soft, baritone deep and soothing. And truth be told, youâre still confused. You canât help it especially when you know this is the same man that just hours ago was trying to bust down your door.
Joel Miller made your head spin.
âItâs alright, Joel. No need for you to be sorry. Life sucks sometimes. Itâs just something Iâve come to accept.â
He nods affirmatively. Life does suck sometimes, ainât that the truth.
âSo, where exactly are you from then? South? Midwest? West?â He couldnât help his curiosity to know more. He didnât expect you to be an open book by any means, but heâd take anything youâd give him.
âMontana. Grandparents owned a horse ranch out there. Real peaceful, open country, fresh air.â
âAh, so a real country girl then? Well, guess you and I are closer than we originally thought, huh? Howâd you end up all the way in Boston?â He stretched his arm out slightly when it had grown stiff from the position it had been in.
âIf you consider Texas and Montana to be close, then sure, cowboy.â There was a glimmer of sass in your tone. Just enough to cause his ears to perk up. âHonestly, after the outbreak, things just turned into one big blur for me. Itâs like I had to grow up overnight. Grandpa taught me how to use a shotgun, killed my first infected shortly after that. Grandma was the first to fall, and Grandpa followed a year later. I stayed in the ranch for as long as I could, fendinâ for myself. Was only a matter of time before raiders became a problem, and I packed a bag, took a horse, and headed east.â
Joel was having a hard time comprehending just how young you truly were when the world as you knew it turned to shit. You were just a kid, a little girl fending for yourself. When he realized you were just about Sarahâs age, he didnât know how to process that newfound information either.
âYou were..just a kid when this all happened.â He nearly whispered in disbelief at the thought of a younger version of yourself, strapped with her grandpa's shotgun, and nothing but open country to trek through.
âI was.â You confirmed. âIâm sure this is just my brain blocking all the bad shit out, but I donât remember much of what happened after I left the ranch. I guess itâs a miracle that I managed to survive this long. Guess my luck hasnât run out entirely, huh?â
âNo, it certainly hasnât, Angel. Youâve managed to defy practically all the odds that were placed against you.â
You fall silent again, casting another look down at your reflection while the cigarette perched between middle and forefinger dies out. âWhatâs your favorite color, Joel?â
âOh, so now weâre goinâ elementary?â He teases lightly in hopes to brighten your spirits just a tad. Heâd kill a thousand men just to see you smile again. âI think I have to go with a shade of blue.â He decides.
âHa. Ha. Youâre hilarious, cowboy. Youâre the one who started with the personal questions. I think knowing your favorite color is definitely considered a personal question.â You feel your lips twitch, almost as if they are trying to curve up into a smile, but it doesnât quite happen. âAnd blue..like the sky?â
âNah.â He shakes his head, âblue like the ocean. But yâknow..like all the shades. What about you, Angel? Whatâs your favorite color?â
âPurple.â âBut not just any shade of purple. The kind that you can see in sunsets. Itâs almost got like a pinkish hue to it? Or the purple in lavender fields. We had loads of it growing at the ranch.â
âMm.â He hums thoughtfully, âSunsets sure are pretty.â Heâs far more relaxed now with his legs outstretched in front of him, and his chin resting along his bare bicep as he looks at you.
He asks you more questions, finding out that your favorite movies were arguably LOTR (unfortunately the third, and highly anticipated film never made it to the theaters; damn you cordyceps) and The Last Unicorn. He learned that your favorite drink of choice, before the outbreak, was either a virgin pina colada (because it tasted like the beach) or the classic kiddy cocktail; a childhood delicacy.
You learned that he and his younger brother Tommy, worked as contractors in Austin Texas, and that Joel used to be married..and he had a single daughter that he raised practically on his own. Her name was Sarah, and she died the night of the outbreak; Joelâs birthday. You also now know that his favorite movie was Curtis and Viper 2.
And through the midst of your back and forth domestic conversing, you find yourselves holding hands again. Youâre not sure if he initiated it, or vice versa, but neither of you let go.
There was an unasked question that circled heavy in the air, like two vultures waiting to dive in for the kill. He could sense it just as much as you could. Addressing the elephant in the room was not going to be easy, but you were beginning to realize that Joel wasnât going anywhere. In fact, you were shocked to find that he hadnât climbed into that damn tub with you.
âJoel?â You ask suddenly, skin beginning to prune from being in the water for too long.
âYes, Angel?â Heâs hopeful, but realistic given the circumstances.
âDid you..mean what you said earlier? About..making this all go away?â
âYes.â He didnât even hesitate to answer. He was not the kind of man to go back on his word. âI will make sure that he pays for what he did to you, Angel. Heâll suffer, and Iâll make him wish he was never born.â Oh, heâd make him pay alright.
âGood. I want you to kill him, Joel. And I want to be there to see you do it. I want to be right there when he takes his last pathetic breathââ you donât even realize how hard you're squeezing his hand in your grasp that his knuckles are beginning to turn white from the pressure.
âOf course Iâll kill him for you, Angel.â That wasn't even a request in his mind. Benji would die at the hands of Joel, and you would get to watch.
and then..you told him everything.
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