#things were kinda weird the night we broke up and like. the day after
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i have gone from being in a nine month long relationship w my girlfriend to exes to best friends again within the course of three days⌠not beating the lesbian stereotypesâŚ
#emotional roller coaster#things were kinda weird the night we broke up and like. the day after#and then she called me to come over and we talked all night and weâre good again#and things are still kinda weird. but Iâm glad weâre friends and i think we will be for a long time i care about her so very much#we keep cracking jokes abt being exes around our friends itâs funny#we started dating after being inseparable best friends for like 5 months. so it kinda just feels like weâre going back to that
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#mädch rambles#something weird is happening in our apt i think skdfjlsdjf#so there was this couple that lived in the apt above us when we moved in and we thought they were pretty nice#the girl was a bit quiet not as nice as her bf he was really friendly with us but yeah they lived above us and they were honestly quite lou#like their footsteps (we found out it was actually the girl haha) were SO loud and we always knew when they were home#and their bedroom was right above ours and they had an old creaky bedframe so every time they would move my bf and i would but up all night#lol ANYWAYS so a couple months ago we found out that the broke up and that the bf was going to move out (he texted us) so ya know it's just#been the girl up there and we knew she had been living there after he moved out for a couple months but i would say for maybe the past 3#weeks we have not heard her at all and we haven't gone on like any big trips for long periods of time but we think we still see her car out#in the parking lot but it hasnt left the lot and we have been seeing this new blonde girl coming in a few times but we dont know where she#comes or goes from and ALSO there is this new red truck in our lot that has not moved at ALL and my bf works from home and he never sees it#leave so we are skeptical if she moved out but we haven't heard anyone move in or out so im like lowkey kinda concerned ....#and ALSO another random incident just the other day when we came back from eating out like a few days ago the police were near our apt and#we asked if it was for our apt just to make sure and they said no but they didn't know where the 'emergency' was so like IDK things have ju#t been WEIRD LATELY YA KNOW i'm just so tempted to text our landlord :')
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A/N: I did my own thing with regard to this request as well as tried a different style of writing. I wanted to implement him being sweet and gentle as he stalked you. But idk if I really did that. This was fun to write though, and my requests are once again open so please send me something. I hope y'all enjoy it so please don't be shy and comment or reblog with your opinions because I would love to hear them - ju <3
wc: 9k (what if I told y'all I wrote this all in less than one day with sleep.)
pairing:morethankinda stalker!Felix x afab!reader
DNI if you are uncomfortable with reader giving in kind of easily. This is meant to be a stalker fic, so if you feel uncomfortable, please do not interact. I made this more dubcon because reader does give her consent, but I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable!
warnings: porn WITH a plot (like 2.5k words of smut...), kinda Stockholm syndrome, oral!fem receiving, unprotected sex, creampie, panty sniffing, edging, idk what else!
âWho orders pineapple juice at a coffee shop?â you giggled looking at Felix as he started making an ice americano for the next customer in line.Â
"Someone who doesn't want caffeine and enjoys the taste of tropical fruit, I guess."Â
"Or a weirdo!" you giggled before calling out the drink for Christopher.
He chuckled along with you, enjoying the banter. His eyes watched you closely as you called out the drink, taking in every detail of your movements.
"Hey, weird can be good sometimes. Adds some spice to life, right?"
"Yeah, as long as they aren't creepy. My best friend's ex used to follow her after they broke up, even texting her from new phone numbers" You frowned before working on your next drink.Â
He nodded, a frown of feigned concern on his face.Â
In truth, he found himself growing more fascinated with you the more you talked. He only applied for the job to get closer to you.
The first time Felix came into âThe Viewâ he saw you smiling ever so brightly, giving this little girl a free cup of hot chocolate. From that moment on, he knew he had to get to know you, no matter the cost.Â
He bribed the hiring manager with a batch of his homemade brownies. In exchange for a job, he had to make at least one batch a day. He didnât mind working overtime, as long as he was close to you.Â
He snapped out of his thoughts, finally responding to you. "That's horrible. No one deserves to be stalked like that. I hope she's doing better now."
"She is, she was really straight with him after the second time, and he stopped which is good, but sometimes I feel like I'm being watched. I donât know how to explain it, but especially when my shift ends whenever we are working together. Maybe it's just in my head" you sighed before calling out for the next customer.
He tried to act nonchalant, but his mind was racing. Was he that obvious? Was he being too creepy?Â
"I hope it's just in your head," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, eyes fixated on you as you called out to the next customer, trying to look away before you noticed him practically staring.
"Yeah, me too. Who knows, maybe I'm just being delusional," you sighed, too caught up in your own world, thinking about the late-night fear of constantly being watched. You were so distracted that you didn't even realize you had almost gripped the machine's steam frother with your bare hand.
His eyes widened as he noticed your hand grasping for the frother without a cloth. He quickly reached out to stop you, grabbing your hand gently but firmly, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "Hey, watch out, you'll burn yourself!"
"Oh shit, thanks Lixie, I donât know what I would do without you" you muttered, snapping yourself out of it and getting back to the drink at hand.Â
He held onto your hand for a moment longer, enjoying the feel of your skin. He reluctantly let go and smiled at you, trying to act casual. "Lixie," the nickname rolled off your tongue, making his heart flutter. "No problem, just don't want you hurting yourself, you know?"
"I got it, I was just too in my head. I wish there was someone I could walk home with so I would no longer feel so terrified" you sighed, making sure there were no other orders to be completed before ranting away to Felix.
His heart skipped a beat as you confessed your desire to have someone walk you home. He saw his chance and took it. He pretended to be deep in thought, contemplating something before speaking.Â
"You know, I don't mind walking you home after our shift ends. If it makes you feel safer."
"You would do that for me?" you asked excitedly, thankful for him.Â
He nodded quickly, his smile growing wider. He had to control himself not to seem too eager. This is his chance to be closer to you.Â
"Yeah, of course. I mean, it's the least I can do. I don't want you to be scared walking home alone at night."
"Thank you so much Lixie!" you grinned, watching the way he reciprocated your smile. His freckles shine extra bright.
He chuckled softly as you thanked him, his heart-warming as you called him âLixieâ. He found himself smiling more than usual, enjoying the way the nickname sounded coming from your lips.
"No problem, really. Itâll be nice to have some company on the walk home tooâ.
"I hope it's not out of your way though, I don't even know where you live" you pouted, unsure if letting him walk you home would cause him too much trouble.
He chuckled, seeing your pout and finding it adorable. He reassured you with a wave of his hand.Â
"Don't worry about it, it's not out of my way at all. And if it was, I wouldn't mind."Â
In truth, he was willing to walk the extra mile (literally) to be able to spend a few more moments with you.
"Are you a hundred percent sure?" too scared that you were inconveniencing him due to your paranoia.Â
He nodded, his expression gentle and sincere as he looked into your eyes.
 "I'm absolutely sure. I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it. I want you to feel safe, and if walking you home is what it takes, then I'm more than happy to do so."
He smiled, feeling a twinge of guilt about his actual motives, but pushing it away. All that mattered to him was being close to you. He took another glance at his watch, noticing that it was almost time to clock out.Â
"Actually, our shift is almost done. Ready to head out?"
"We have to make a batch of brownies first though?"Â Â
You looked at him a bit puzzled, not understanding that it was his eagerness that was causing him to forget all about his obligation. You just chalked it off to him always being a bit forgetful since you became friends with him.
It was a common occurrence, whether it be forgetting to add mocha to a drink or a whole batch of cookies in the oven, Felix always seemed to be just a tad distracted.Â
He mentally slapped himself for being so caught up in the moment that he forgot about the brownies. He tried to play it cool. "Right right, I almost forgot about that."Â
He chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "We do that first, then close shop."
"Let's get to it then!" you giggled, walking to the front and locking it, turning over the kitten 'Open!' sign that your manager Lee Know had bought before rushing back towards him following him into the cafe's kitchen.Â
He followed you into the kitchen, his heart fluttering as he listened to your giggles. Once in the kitchen, he quickly gathered the ingredients for the brownies, setting them on the workbench.Â
"Okay, I'll start getting everything measured. Can you preheat the oven?"
âYou got it Lix!â you replied back, quickly preheating the oven to 350.Â
He smiled at your reply, feeling more and more relaxed in your presence. As he started measuring out the ingredients, he occasionally glanced at you, watching as you preheated the oven. He found himself mesmerized by your every little movement.
"Isn't that too much chocolate Lix?" you asked looking at the bowl that he usually double-broiled the chocolate in.
He glanced down at the bowl, realizing he had indeed put in almost too much chocolate.Â
"Oh, right... maybe I got a bit carried away there." He chuckled sheepishly, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks as he began to measure out a more appropriate amount of chocolate.
"I mean you can never have too much chocolate!" you grinned before eating the excess piece he had taken out, popping it into your mouth.Â
He couldn't help but laugh when you ate the excess piece of chocolate, finding your antics adorable. His eyes lingered on your lips as you popped it into your mouth, silently wishing he could be the one feeding you the chocolate.
"You're right, but we still need some chocolate left for the brownies," he joked, his smile widening.
With a playful nudge, he continued measuring the correct amount of chocolate, his gaze flicking back to you.Â
"But hey, maybe I could save a few extra pieces for us for some late-night chocolate indulgence, just between you and me."
"I like the way you think Lee Felix"Â
You fed him a piece whilst taking another one for yourself, savoring the sweet taste of Hersheyâs chocolate. Since youâve begun helping him bake his brownies, heâs always been adamant about only using Hershey.
His heart skipped a beat as you fed him the piece of chocolate, the sweetness of it almost as sweet as the feeling of your touch. He felt a warm rush of pleasure run through him as he took the chocolate from your hand, his eyes never leaving yours.Â
"I do have some good ideas every now and then," he replied, his voice soft and a hint of a cheeky smile playing on his lips.
You continued to help Felix with both the measuring and mixing, not trusting the stand mixer seeing as you didn't want to incorporate too much gluten into the brownies themselves. The two of you laughed away as you finished mixing and pouring the batter into their respective pans.
After the two of you finished pouring the batter into the pans and setting them in the oven, Felix couldn't help but stare at you as you both laughed together about past customers, especially the one who tried to jump over the counter to steal Lixâs brownie recipe.
 The sound of your laughter was like music to his ears, and his heart ached with a desire to keep making you laugh like this every day.
"I have to say," he said, his voice slightly hesitant, "making these brownies is always more enjoyable when you're here. You make everything better."
"Wow thanks, Lix, you are always so sweet" You pinched his cheeks admiring how squishy they were.Â
Felix chuckled at your gesture, feeling his cheeks heat up underneath your pinch. He couldn't help but notice how close you were to him, your touches sending small jolts of electricity through his body.
He then looked away, pretending to busy himself by cleaning up the workstation, his heart still racing from your touch. In reality, all he wanted to do was pull you closer and just hold you, but he knew he had to control himself.
âLet me help you!âÂ
You didnât want him to do everything himself, especially after he was the one who offered to walk you home, it was the least you could do.Â
He was touched by your eagerness to help, his heart melting at your thoughtfulness. He wanted to tell you that he didn't mind doing it himself, but the words got stuck in his throat as he looked at your determined expression. Instead, he simply gave you a small smile.Â
"Alright, if you insist," he said, handing you a cloth to wipe down the counter.
It was a sight he was used to. Every night after the two of you closed shop, you bid him a quick farewell, and he would follow you home. He was always 20 steps behind, his hood covering his face just in case.Â
Unbeknownst to you, he would watch you through your kitchen window. His eyes fixated on your every move. He knew so many of your habits by now, like the way you used utensils to sing along to whatever was playing in your headphones. Or the way you always drank green tea instead of coffee, letting it steep in your owl mug. He would watch you for hours, no matter the weather, just to get the smallest peak into your life.Â
He had become a little obsessed, in all honesty. He found himself unable to tear himself away from the view of you going about your day, his heart and mind fully fixated on you. Every time he peered into your kitchen window, he felt a mix of guilt and excitement.Â
The guilt, of course, came from the fact that he was practically stalking you, but the excitement came from the opportunity to see you again, even if it was from afar.
He hated himself for it, but he couldnât help it. The need to see you, to be near you was too strong to resist.
âHey Lixie, I think we are pretty much done, are you ready to go?" you asked, pulling the brownies out of the oven directly putting saran wrap on them, and putting them in the fridge so they could get a thick crackle on them by the time Lee Know was supposed to come in and cut them for the morning rush.Â
He was abruptly snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice, his eyes snapping up to meet yours. For a moment, he just stared at you, his mind in a daze.Â
"Uh, right..." he said, trying to compose himself. "Yeah, we're all done. Let's go."
As he watched you put on your jacket, he couldn't help but take in your every movement, his heart rate increasing once again. He felt a strange mix of excitement and nerves as he realized he was actually going to walk you home, something he had been secretly dreaming of for weeks now.
âYou ready to lock up?â you asked, your head cocking to the side as you jingled the keys in front of him, ushering him to leave the building.Â
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, clearing his throat. "Let's get going."Â
He reached out and took the keys from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief moment. It felt like an electric shock running through his body, and he instinctively pulled back, hoping you didn't notice the effect your touch had on him.
The two of you began walking side by side, the silence of the world around you causing you peace. You could no longer feel the lingering eyes that roamed your body as you had for the past few months. Instead, you felt a sense of comfort as you walked beside Felix.Â
He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry. He was just so aware of your presence, the subtle scent of your perfume, the way your shoulder occasionally brushed against his...it was driving him crazy. It was too silent for his liking so he urged to start a conversation with you, anything to break the tension.Â
"Um, so...how's your day been?" he finally managed to ask, wincing inwardly at how lame it sounded.
"Lixie, we had the same day?"Â
You chuckled at his antics, your own breath stable compared to his harsh breathing as he just blinked at you, unable to process what you had just said.Â
"Hello? Earth to Lee Yongbok Felix, you alive in there?"
He blinked again, his brain finally catching up with what you had said. He chuckled nervously, feeling a bit embarrassed.Â
"Right...sorry, I guess I'm just a little tired."Â
He mentally kicked himself for being so obvious. He couldn't let on how much your presence affected him. He was supposed to act cool and casual like nothing was going on inside his head. But he was finding it increasingly difficult to do so with every step he took next to you.
"That's your apartment isn't it?" he asked pointing up to your building. The two of you were just a couple hundred feet away from it.Â
"Yeah, it is, how did you know?" you asked, a confused look on your face.
You had never brought Felix to your apartment, in a matter of fact, the only people who knew where you lived were your parents, a couple of close friends, and Lee Know because it was on your resume.Â
Felix froze, his heart skipping a beat.Â
He had let slip that he knew where you lived without realizing it. He mentally cursed himself, trying to think of a quick explanation. He couldn't let you know he had been the one following you home every night. That would be creepy and completely ruin any chance he had with you.Â
He swallowed hard, forcing a casual laugh. "Oh, uh...I just guessed. Lucky hunch, I guess."
Before you could even respond, the sky darkened and fat raindrops began to fall, drenching both of you. The chill soaked through your clothes, making you shiver. He stood there, stunned by the sudden downpour. Without a second thought, you grabbed his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against the cold rain. You tugged him urgently, splashing through puddles as you ran towards your apartment building. The sound of rain and hurried footsteps filled the air. Breathless, you pulled him inside, the warmth and dryness a welcome relief from the storm outside.
Felix felt a rush of adrenaline as you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the building. The sudden rain had caught him off guard, but the feeling of your hand, warm and tight around his, sent a tingle down his spine.
 He quickly followed you inside, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to keep his composure, but being this close to you, holding your hand, was doing all sorts of things to him.
"Here why don't you come up to my apartment, I don't want you to get sick from this weather. You can dry off and we can eat something!"Â
His heart leaped at your suggestion. The thought of being in your apartment, of being alone with you...it was both exciting and nerve-wracking. But he couldn't say no, not when you were being so kind to him.Â
He nodded, trying not to let his eagerness show too much. "Are you sure? I don't want to intrude..."
"I really don't mind. Come up and change into some dry clothes, okay? I'll order us something to eat. Are you okay with Thai food?" you asked as the two of you stepped into the elevator.
 Both of you were drenched, and a puddle began to form at your feet as you waited to reach your floor.
Felix nodded again, his thoughts racing as he watched the elevator numbers climb. He was going to be in your apartment, alone with you, it was like a dream come true.Â
"Thai food sounds great," he managed to say, his voice slightly breathless. "I'll eat anything right now, I'm starving."
"I would hope so, you didn't eat anything our entire shift today" you pouted, trying to remember if he even had his daily shaken iced espresso with oat milk that he usually makes twice a shift.
He chuckled at your pout, his heart melting at how cute you looked. He also found it sweet that you kept track of if he had eaten or not. It was one of the many things about you that he loved.Â
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I was so busy today that I kind of forgot to take a break."
 He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks. He didn't want to admit that he had been so distracted thinking about you that he hadn't even thought about eating.
"That's not good Lix, you shouldn't over-exert yourself" you scolded him while trying to find the keys to your apartment.
"I know, I know, I just had a lot on my mind today," he admitted, feeling a little guilty for not taking better care of himself.
You finally found your keys and opened the door, allowing him to step inside. "I'm going to shower real quick, and then you can go after me so you don't catch a cold, okay?"
He nodded, trying to keep his cool as he stepped into your apartment. His heart was racing again as he thought about you being naked and wet only a few feet away.Â
He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Just don't take too long, or I might get lonely and start raiding your fridge." He joked, trying to hide his inner thoughts.
He chuckled at the sight of the empty fridge, making a mental note to offer to take you grocery shopping sometime. He quickly took your phone from you, looking down at the already-opened delivery app with your part of the order placed.Â
He watched as you headed towards the bathroom, a lump forming in his throat as he imagined you stripping down and stepping into the shower. The image was burned into his mind, and it took all his self-control to not follow you into the bathroom. Instead, he took a deep breath and looked down at your phone, trying to distract himself.Â
He glanced at the bathroom door, wondering how long you would be. He was trying not to be impatient, but his mind and body were both eagerly anticipating your return.
You stepped out of the bathroom, steam trailing behind you as you wrapped a towel around your damp hair. Droplets of water trickled down your neck and shoulders, soaking into the fabric of your oversized t-shirt and shorts, making them cling to your skin. The cool air of the room sent a shiver down your spine as you padded softly across the floor toward Felix.Â
Felix's breath caught in his throat as you emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and wearing thin, clinging clothes. The sight of you, still slightly wet and rosy from the shower, was almost too much for him to handle. His eyes raked over your body, taking in every inch of damp skin, and his heart skipped several beats.Â
He managed to tear his gaze away from you and tried to act casual, but he couldn't help the way his body reacted to your presence. He swallowed hard, trying to control the ache in his jeans.
"Hey, Lix," you said softly, your voice carrying a hint of warmth. "The bathroom is free, so please go ahead and shower. Just hand me your clothes so I can dry them for you, okay?"
"I also left an extra pair of clothes and a towel in the bathroom so it's easier for you"
He quickly stood up, trying to adjust his jeans again and hide his arousal. He picked up his wet clothes from the floor and walked towards the bathroom.Â
"Thanks," he said, his voice a little huskier than usual. "I won't be too long."Â
He entered the bathroom and closed the door, locking it behind him. He leaned against the door, taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves and the growing tension in his body.
He slowly stripped off his damp clothes, tossing them towards the door. He couldn't help but glance at the pile of clothes, imagining you taking them off of your body. He quickly picked up your shirt, smelling your scent on it, and the thought made him shiver.
Felix's heart nearly stopped when he saw the pair of black lace panties lying on the floor. His eyes widened and he quickly looked away, his heart rate immediately increasing.Â
Before he could stop himself, he picked them up and brought them closer to his face, taking in the scent of your laundry detergent essence on the fabric.
His cock hardened at the thought of you wearing them, your pussy pressing and rubbing against them as the two of you worked the entire day.Â
He let out a groan before slowly wrapping the fabric around his leaking cock. What you didnât know wouldnât hurt you right? Itâs not like he was purposely doing it, it was just right there for his convenience.Â
He muffled his moans as he pumped his cock with your underwear, trying to be as quiet as possible as the water ran in the background. His only thought was you.Â
You when you wore those cute little dresses. You. When you always bent over to get things from the fridge for him knowing how much his back ached. You. who helped him embrace his freckles. You, who was in this bathroom mere minutes before him, fully naked.Â
With that he came with a groan, quickly hopping into the shower to ride out his high under the steaming hot water, cleaning your underwear of any evidence of infidelity while he was at it.Â
He grabbed the soap and began to run it over his body, scrubbing away the layers of dirt and sweat, and the shame of him cumming on your pretty little panties, only further intoxicated him with your scent.Â
He hadnât realized how much time had passed until you knocked on the door to the bathroom.Â
"Felix?"
He heard your voice calling out to him, breaking the spell. He quickly threw the lace into his pile of clothes and turned off the water, wrapping a towel around his waist.
"Yeah?" he called out, his voice a bit shaky. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, the food just here so I was wondering if you were finished washing up?"
He took a quick breath, trying to compose himself.Â
"Yeah, I'm just about done. I'll be out in a minute."Â
He stepped out of the bathroom, his hair still damp and water droplets running down his chest and arms. He tried to ignore the way your eyes lingered on his bare skin, pretending not to notice the slight flush that was creeping up your neck.
"I'm so sorry, I had no idea I forgot to leave clothes for you in the bathroom" you whispered, your cheeks reddened.Â
You quickly handed them to him before scurrying out of your room.
Felix chuckled as you handed him the clothes, his heart warming at your flustered state. He found it endearing how shy you were about accidentally forgetting to leave him clothes to change into. He tried to ignore the way his body reacted to the sight of you blushing and flustered, his towel becoming uncomfortably tight for a brief moment.
He quickly dressed in the clothes you had given him, trying his best not to focus on the fact that they smelled like you. The baggy t-shirt was comfortable, but the way it clung to his damp skin and hair made him feel even more on edge.
He took another deep breath and opened the bathroom door, stepping back into the living room where you were setting down plates and chopsticks.Â
"So, what's for dinner?" he asked, feigning nonchalance and hoping you wouldn't notice the small bulge in his sweatpants.
You held up the two takeout containers, "well I ordered drunken noodles, and I kind of forgot what you did. We can always share!"
Felix chuckled again, feeling relieved that you hadn't noticed his current...situation. He tried to keep his mind off the way your shirt dipped low enough to show off your collarbones, and the way your shorts rode up slightly on your thighs. He shook his head slightly, trying to clear his thoughts and focus on the food.Â
"Sounds good to me," he said, rubbing his stomach. "I'm starving."
He walked over to the couch, sat down, and tried to keep his pose casual. He glanced over at you, noticing how your hair was still damp and your cheeks were still slightly pink. The sight made his heart rate speed up again, and he tried to distract himself by looking down at the food.
He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and started digging into the noodles, trying to act like everything was normal. But as he watched you eat, he couldn't help but let his mind wander to dirty thoughts. He could see your lips wrapped around the utensils, the way your tongue would flick out to catch any stray noodleâŚ
âYou okay Lixie?â you asked, looking up at him as you ate more of your food. Your cheeks are slightly full causing him to choke on his own dish.��
He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he said, his voice a little strained. "Just...hungry, you know?"
A while passed like this, the silence of the room only occasionally broken up by small talk. The both of you were too infatuated in your food to even register what else was happening.Â
"Do you want me to wash up your plate?" you asked, getting up from the cushion you were on.
Felix's eyes followed you as you got up, watching the way your shirt rode up even more, revealing more of your smooth, soft skin.
 He had to bite his lip to keep from groaning, his body responding even more to the sight of you moving around, so close and yet so out of reach.Â
He quickly cleared his throat and looked away, trying to compose himself. "Uh, yeah, sure," he managed to say, his voice a little hoarse.
"So you aren't going to have your nightly cup of green tea" he asked as you began cleaning up your table and walking over to your kitchen.Â
You looked at him startled, your eyes going wide. "How did you know about that?"
Felix chuckled, feeling a wave of affection for you wash over him. He knew you too well to not know about your obsession with green tea.Â
"Let's just say I pay closer attention to your habits than you think," he said with a sly smile. "You have a cup of tea every night before bed, like clockwork. It's almost endearing how predictable you are."
"Felix, I've never had green tea at work, the only time I do is when I get home, how did you know what I drink before I go to bed" you asked, worry ridden on your face as you began to look around your kitchen for anything to protect you.
Felix's smile faded as he noticed the look of worry on your face, and he realized his poor choice of words.
"Hey, hey, calm down," he said, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. "It was just a guess, I swear. I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's not just a guess" you screamed. That's when it clicked, he was the one who had been watching you every night.Â
The only time you were followed was after your shift with him. He knew exactly what apartment you lived in. It wasn't just a "lucky guess" as he said. He knew everything.
Felix's heart dropped as he realized the extent of his slip-up. You had figured out that he had been watching you, and now you were scared and confused.Â
"Listen, please...let me explain," he pleaded, standing up from the couch. "I can explain everything, just please give me a chance to speak."
"No, I don't want an explanation, I need you to get the fuck out" you screamed, curling into a corner in your kitchen, your body shook as you began to speak up again.
"Why are you doing this to me, I thought we were friends" you whined, tears streaming down your face.
Felix's heart broke as he saw the fear and sadness in your eyes. He took a step closer to you but stopped when you shrunk further into the corner, clearly terrified of him.
"I know, I know, but please, just listen to me," he begged, his voice cracking. "I never wanted to hurt you, I swear. I just...I care about you. I care too much. And I thought...I thought I could prevent something bad from happening if I just kept an eye on you."
"How were you helping? You were the one who was causing everything" you continued to sob.
He wanted to deny your accusations, but he knew he couldn't. He had been the one stalking you, following you home every night and watching you from afar.Â
He had justified it to himself, telling himself it was for your own good, but now that you knew the truth, he could see how creepy and wrong it was.
 He took a deep breath and looked you in the eye, his voice quiet and shaky. "You're right. I was the one causing everything."
He took a tentative step closer to you but stopped again when he saw the look of fear flash in your eyes.Â
"But I...I never meant to scare you," he said, his own eyes tearing up.Â
"I just...I just couldn't stand the thought of something happening to you, and I thought if I just kept a constant eye on you, I could prevent it."
"Protect me how!" you screamed, "why would you do this to me?" you continued to sob.Â
"I just wanted to make you feel good sweetheart" he whispered, bending down to capture your face in his hand, brushing away your tears.
He brought down his lips towards your before kissing you, the taste of your tears infiltrating his mouth as you attempted to push him away.
He could feel you trying to push him away, but he just held on tighter, refusing to let you go. He knew he didn't deserve to kiss you, not after everything he had done, but he couldn't stop himself. He needed to feel your lips on his, even if just for a moment.
"Please sweetheart, want to make you feel good. Won't you be a good baby and take it?" he grinned, watching the way your lips puffed out from him ever so slightly nibbling on it. Your tears streaking your flushed red cheeks. You looked at him meekly before nodding, taking your hand in his, not understanding how he had such an effect on you.
Felix chuckled as you nodded, his heart swelling with a twisted mix of emotions, and he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist as he claimed your mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue slipped past your lips, tasting the salty tears that still lingered on them.
âSuch a good girl for meâ he muttered into your lips.Â
Felix chuckled as you nodded, his heart swelling with a twisted mix of emotions, and he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist as he claimed your mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue slipped past your lips, tasting the salty tears that still lingered on them.
He pushed you backward until your back hit the wall, pinning you against it with his body. He broke the kiss for a moment to look into your eyes, his own eyes darkened with a possessive lust.Â
"You're mine, you know that right?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse. "You belong to me and only me."
You whined as he continued to caress your face.Â
Felix chuckled again as you whined and leaned into his touch, the sound of your needy whines only fueling his desire for you. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin,
"That's right, sweetheart. You're mine, and I'm never letting go. You're going to do everything I say, and you're going to love every second of it."
He nipped at your earlobe, his hands roaming your body, feeling the soft skin of your back through your shirt.
"And if you're a good girl for me, I'll give you everything you've ever dreamed of," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bite marks in his wake.
"Lixie" you whined as he continued to nibble at your skin.
Felix chuckled at your whine, his heart fluttering at the sound of his nickname on your lips. He continued to kiss and bite at your skin, marking you as his, his hands gripping your hips possessively.Â
âAll needy and desperate," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse. "It makes me want to do all sorts of things to you."
You grasped his hand and led him to your room, your senses overwhelmed by his embrace, feeling his warmth as he held you close.
Felix followed you obediently, his grip on your hand tight as he allowed you to lead him into your room. His heart was racing with desire and excitement, his mind consumed with thoughts of all the things he wanted to do to you.Â
"So obedient," he murmured, his voice filled with praise as he pressed up behind you once you reached the edge of your bed.
He wrapped his arms around you from behind, his chest pressed against your back as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, breathing in your scent as his hands roamed your body.Â
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to have you like this," he whispered in your ear, his voice thick with desire.
"Really?" you asked, feeling his embrace tighten as he pressed closer.Â
Felix hummed in response, his lips trailing kisses along your neck as he held you close. "Yeah, sweetheart," he murmured between kisses, his hands slipping under your shirt to feel your soft skin.Â
"For as long as I can remember, I've craved having you like this, all to myself. It's driving me insane with how badly I want you."
"Is that why you kept watching me?" you asked, turning around to face him, your hand clutching his face, tracing every freckle as he began to speak.
"Yeah," he admitted, his voice low and hoarse. "That's why. I couldn't resist the urge to watch you, to know every move you made, to make sure you were safe."
"I couldn't stop myself from wanting to keep you close. I needed to feel like I had some control over your life, and watching you was the only way I could do that."
"That's not normal though Lixie"
"I know," he admitted, his voice quiet. "I know it's not normal, and I'm sorry. But...but I just...I just couldn't stop myself. I care about you too much."
"Then show me, please," you whispered, kissing his cheek and trailing down to his soft, plump lips.
Felix's heart skipped a beat as you kissed his cheek and then his lips, your whine sending a shiver down his spine. He responded eagerly to your kiss, closing his eyes and savoring the feel of your lips on his. But then he pulled away, a determined look in his eyes.Â
"Sweetheart, I can show you, but first you have to promise me something," he said, his voice low and commanding.
"Anything" you whimpered, feeling yourself growing wetter at every passing moment that he wasn't next to you, his touch not being pressed against you
"Promise me that you're mine. Promise me that you belong to me and no one else," he whined as he cupped your cheek, pulling you closer to his face.Â
"I promise" you whispered back before kissing him feverishly.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Youâre all mine now, sweetheart."
Before you could even respond, he pushed you onto the bed, his body following soon after as he settled on top of you. His hands moved under your shirt, his fingers tracing the bare skin of your stomach.
He began to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, stopping to bite and suck at the spot where your shoulder met your neck. He wanted to mark you, to claim you as his own.Â
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," he murmured against your skin, his hands continuing to roam your body.
"How long Lixie?" you whimpered as he began to pull off your shirt. He took in the sight of your bare skin, biting his lip as he straddled you, his thighs shutting yours closed as he began to kiss up and down your neck.Â
"So long" he murmured between kisses. "For years, I've been waiting for this. Wanting you, aching for you."
"Want you too" you whined as you pulled off his shirt, your hands roaming up and down his chiseled chest, watching the way his body clenched slightly as you ran your finger along his abs.
He leaned down and captured your lips in a deep kiss, his tongue dipping into your mouth as he pulled you closer to him, his hands roaming your body once again.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he panted, breaking the kiss for a moment before attacking you once again, your lips pressing against one another feverishly.
You gazed at him, noting his ragged breath. "Then show me," you whimpered as his hands began to caress your thighs.
"I'll show you just how much I desire you, just how much I need you."
He began to kiss and bite at your thighs, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of marks on your skin. He wanted to make sure that you would remember this moment, that you would remember who you belonged to.
He murmured against your skin, his lips trailing kisses up your inner thigh. "Every part of you is mine."
âYoursâ you whimpered as he continued to abuse you everywhere but the one place you needed him.Â
He loved how needy you were for him, your body begging for his touch. He moved his lips closer to where you needed him, his breath hot against your skin.
Felix's eyebrows raised in surprise and excitement as he pulled off your shorts, his breath catching in his throat as he saw that you weren't wearing any panties. You were so wet it began to drip down to your thighs.Â
"You're full of surprises, aren't you baby?" he said, his voice thick with desire. "And here I thought you were a good girl."
He slowly licked a stripe up your cunt, savoring the taste that he couldnât quite get off your panties.Â
âAnd you taste so good too, could eat you for hoursâ he moaned before diving back in, his fingers opening up your pretty little cunt for him, allowing him to nip at your clit.Â
âFuck Lix!â you whined above him, your hand finding his hair, intertwining your fingers between it, pushing him deeper into your pretty little pussy. Â
He slowly removed his mouth from your cunt, your essence covering the bottom half of his face. âYou are going to take what I give you or else you arenât gonna get anythingâ he grinned before shoving himself back into you, letting his tongue flick out, swiping across your sensitive flesh, eliciting a gasp from your lips.Â
He continued to lick and taste you, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you still as you writhed and whimpered beneath him. He loved the way you tasted.Â
âSo sweet baby, sweetest thing Iâve ever tastedâ he muttered into your poor cunt as he began to push his finger inside of you, stretching out your whole.Â
âLixie, it feels so goodâ you whined as he continued to lap at you, savoring each and every moan and whine that escaped your pretty little lips.Â
He continued to tease you, his tongue and lips bringing you closer and closer to the edge, but never quite pushing you over. He could feel how close you were, how your body trembled beneath him.Â
"You want to come, don't you, my sweet girl?" he whispered, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "But I'm not going to let you. Not yet."
"Why!" you whined underneath him, bucking your hips up to get any sort of stimulation.
He placed his hands on your hips, holding you down with a firm grip, preventing you from bucking against him
"Because I want you to wait for me to fuck you, baby," he murmured, his mouth moving to the other thigh, leaving a trail of love bites in its wake. "I want you to be desperate for me, aching for me. I want to ruin you completely."
His tongue continued to tease you, his lips leaving a trail of kisses up your inner thigh, his teeth nipping at your skin as he went.
 "I want you to be so desperate for release that you'll do anything I ask," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. âAnd only when you truly beg for me will I finally give you my cockâ he chuckled against your cunt.Â
"Please Lixie, need you in me, can't do this anymore" you whined, your chest heaving and tears began to stream out of your eyes. He had been edging you for so long, pulling away as soon as he felt you were close to your high. His fingers that were previously thrusting in you stopped completely, his soaked face only rising to laugh at your pathetic face.
"Oh sweetheart, you're so cute when you beg," he said, his voice low and hoarse. "But I don't think you've earned it yet."
"Please, I've been such a good girl for you Lixie, please let me cum, or at least fuck me" you whimpered "I'll do anything, anything you ask me, just please let me cum" you whined, tears falling out faster as your entire body shook from the multiple orgasms that were ripped away from you ever so easily under his grasp.
Felix's eyes darkened at your words, his body responding to your desperate pleas. He loved seeing you like this, so needy and pathetic, begging for him to give you what you so desperately needed. He knew he had complete control over you, and he loved every second of it.Â
"Anything, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "You'll do anything I ask, no matter what?"
"Yes Lix, anything, just fuck me already!" you screamed.
He leaned down, his body pressing against yours as he spoke into your ear, his breath hot against your skin.
âSince youâve been such a good girl, maybe I should give it to youâÂ
You simply nodded your head up and down as fast as you physically possible, showing you truly how eager you were for him.Â
He laughed at how desperate you were for him, pulling down his boxers, allowing his extremely hard cock to slap his stomach, the tip red and angry already leaking pre-cum.Â
It took all his might to not cum in his boxers at the taste of you.Â
âPlease Lixie, need your cock inside of meâ you whined, spreading your legs open for him, allowing him to see how your hole pulsed at just the sight of him standing there, his hard cock slapped against his stomach.Â
Felix's eyes darkened even more at your words, his breathing ragged with desire. He was losing control, his own need for you becoming almost too much to resist fucking you.Â
He slowly bent down, positioning himself between your legs, his hands pinning your hips to the bed to keep you still. He looked down at you, his eyes dark and possessive.
With that, he pushed inside you, a guttural moan escaping his lips at the feeling of your hot tight cunt wrapping around his length.
You moaned underneath him, his body pressing against yours as you got used to his sheer size inside of you.Â
He buried himself deep within you, filling you completely, his hands continuing to roam around your body. He needed to touch you, to make sure that his fantasy were real.Â
He had spent nights jerking off to the thought of you begging for his cock, whimpering for him, and it took all his strength to cum right there and then at the sight of your eyes pressed together, your mouth hung open as he began to thrust inside of you.Â
He began to move, his thrusts rough and desperate, his breathing ragged and shallow. He needed you, needed to possess you and claim you completely.
âFeels so good Lixâ
You kept babbling at the feeling of him inside of you. The only thought on your mind was him.Â
âLix, Lix, Lixâ you kept muttering, drool slowly escaping past your lips.Â
"You're mine, sweetheart," he repeated, his voice low and rough in your ear. "No one else is ever going to make you feel this way again. Only me. You're mine."
âOnly yoursâ you whimpered out.Â
"That's right, sweetheart," he growled, his hips picking up speed. "You're mine and mine alone. No one else will ever touch you, have you, own you. Only me."
He slowly pulled his hand down to where you needed him most, playing with your clit as he continued his brutal pace inside of you.Â
"That's right, sweetheart," he growled, his hips picking up speed. "You're mine and mine alone. No one else will ever touch you, have you, own you. Only me."
He buried his face in your neck, his teeth and tongue leaving marks and bites as he continued his relentless pace, his breathing ragged and uneven.
"I won't let anyone else have you," he whispered in your ear, his lips nipping at your skin. " I'll make sure of that. You're mine, forever. No one else will ever know you the way I do. No one else will ever be able to make you feel the way I can."
His hands roamed your body as he continued to claim you, his lips and teeth marking your skin, his hips never ceasing in their relentless pace.
Every time you called out his name, every whimper and moan that escaped your lips, only served to drive him deeper into his primal need for you.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours. He wanted to see your face, to see the way you looked at him in this moment, completely lost in the pleasure and ecstasy he was giving you.
âArenât you a good girl for me?â he asked, slightly slapping your cheek to get a response
âYes!â you screamed as he began to push your legs back, his cock pressing deeper inside of you, hitting your g-spot every time he rutted his hips inside of you.Â
âGonna cumâ you moaned as he continued his brutal pace.Â
âYeah, baby? Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl?â he growled into your ear, chasing his own high.Â
His hips continued to slam into you, his breathing ragged and wild. He couldn't get enough of you, couldn't get close enough. He needed you, needed to claim every part of you as his own.
Felix growled low in his throat as you screamed that you were close to cumming. The sound of your ecstasy only fueled his own need and desire for you. He wanted to bring you to the edge, to make you lose all control beneath him.
"Not yet," he growled in your ear. "You're not coming without me."
His lips moved back to your neck, kissing and biting their way down to your collarbone. His hips began to move faster, his breathing becoming more ragged as he continued to drive you towards the edge of ecstasy.
"You're so close, aren't you?" he whispered in your ear, his voice thick with desire. "I can feel it. I can feel how close you are for me. Your walls are clenching around me like a fucking vice, but you're not going to come yet, not until I say so." his pace is relentless and unceasing.
You continued to moan his name, like a fucking chant and he couldn't resist your desperate plea any longer. He could see how close you were to your release, how your body was tense and trembling beneath him. He loved seeing you so desperate for him.
"Come for me. Let go, sweetheart. Let me hear you cry out my name."
âFelix!â you screamed one last time before letting go.
He continued to move his hips through your climax, his body trembling and shaking with the effort. His pace became more irregular and erratic as he approached his own release. He could feel himself nearing the edge, could feel the pressure building within him.
"Sweetheart," he gasped, his voice thick with need and desire. "I'm...I'm going to come. I can't hold on much longer."
âCome inside, please come inside of meâ you whined, your body becoming more and more overstimulated as he continued to rut into you. It was easy to reach your second orgasm, your walls clenching around his cock as Felix could feel his control slipping. His body was wracked with tremors and shivers as he neared his release. Your words only drove him closer to the edge, his body responding to your plea without hesitation.
"Yes," he gasped, his voice barely more than a guttural moan.Â
His hips slammed into you with one final, rough thrust, his release crashing over him like a wave. He groaned your name, his arms wrapping around you tightly to keep you close as he lost himself in the ecstasy of his climax. He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.
âSo baby, how about some green tea?â he giggled, pulling your body into him.Â
âJust wanna stay like thisâ you whined as he kissed the top of your head, covering the two of you with the blanket.
"You're mine," he whispered again, his voice thick with emotion. "All mine. No one else gets to have you, no one else gets to touch you, no one else gets to know you the way I do. You're mine, and I'm never letting you go."
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flowers and firsts (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)
summary: being the gracious friend you are, you offer to share your weed with melissa and jacob for a fun friday night at their place. when jacob goes to bed, things get heated between you and your favorite coworker.
warnings: smut (18+), consensual high sex, recreational marijuana use (be responsible), strap-ons, praise kink, vibrators, soft melissa, stoner reader, attempts at comedy (it's a fun fic guys), mario kart 8 GONE SEXUAL
notes: happy 4/20. this wasn't requested, but my OCD is beating the fuck out of me rn and writing it brought me comfort. let me know what you think. much love from your favorite slutty stoner đ
"i know kids are curious, but eighth grade is a bit early to try weed, right?" jacob bounced his leg anxiously as he raised the question to his friends in the teachers' lounge. one of his students had just been suspended for bringing marijuana to school, and jacob was characteristically worried about the kid.
"i started in tenth grade, but teenagers are growin' up younger and younger these days," melissa responded. barbara raised her eyebrows in shock, and melissa reacted with an amused half-smile. "like trouble over here. when was your first time, hon?"
you tried to ignore the innuendo as melissa invited you into the conversation. you had been hired to teach the third grade a few months ago. you and melissa had a rapport from the first moment you walked into the lounge. every time you were in a room together, you made each other laugh. melissa made you feel at ease in your new workplace, and you felt lucky to have her.
because you both got along so well, ava often paired you up for team-building exercises and combined-class activities. the two of you weren't exactly close friends yet, but you had chemistry. that much was obvious to everyone at abbott.
"tenth grade for me, too," you answered between sips of your morning coffee. "a friend and i did it in the bathroom before art class. good memories."
"what, did you have some kinda fancy vape pen?" melissa cocked an eyebrow at you.
"i wouldn't call it fancy, but yeah, we mostly smoked carts," you explained. "bought 'em from the upperclassmen in the parking lot before school. i'm pretty sure they weren't pure weed, though. we had to be smoking battery acid, or plastic or something."
"god, your generation is weird. smokin' chemicals out of a flash drive," melissa said, gesturing wildly to convey her amazement. "the first time i got high was in detention. my buddy steve would sneak in and bring us cigarettes and blunts. they all looked the same, so we played russian roulette with it. now everybody walks around with those neon devices in their pockets."
"i can't tell if you're being serious or if you're referencing the breakfast club," you giggled, nudging the redhead's shoulder jokingly as you sat down next to her.
"ha ha, very funny, little miss," melissa deadpanned. you had asked her to stop calling you "kid" a few weeks ago. she respected your wishes by coming up with all sorts of endearing synonyms to call you instead. "what about you, jacob? you used to vapeâever experimented with mary jane?"
"or mark john?" you added. melissa snorted and gave you a playful swat on the arm.
"no, actually, i haven't," jacob said, rolling his eyes at your quip. "i didn't have many friends in high school or college, and after that i had to be drug tested regularly for teachers without borders. i never got the chance."
"well, if you ever feel like trying something new, i have plenty to share," you offered. "can't have you over at my place, though; every time i bring guests around, my crazy neighbor thinks they're cia operatives."
everyone in the room except melissa gave you a shocked look. barbara looked especially aghast, her brightly painted lips curled into an 'o' shape.
"damn, i thought janine was the only after-school stoner here. what a pleasant surprise!" ava broke the silence.
"i suppose i would partake given one of those weed pens you mentioned," jacob said to you. "the only thing i've been vaping lately is air, and it gets stale after a while."
"oh no, i haven't used a cart since high school," you clarified. "if you're smoking with me, you're smoking. don't worry, it's easy. just like vaping, but better in every way."
"first of all, no smoke circle is happening under my roof without me." melissa chimed in, looking at you with a silent question in her eyes. you noddedâof course you wanted her there. "and second, where do you even get the weed? if you buy the legal stuff from new york or massachusetts, you're not bringin' it to my house."
"i wouldn't dream of it," you affirmed. "i only smoke authentic philly weed. don't worry about it; i got a guy."
---
that friday night, you showed up on melissa's doorstep wearing a casual t-shirt dress, with a tote bag full of goodies slung over your shoulder. jacob was the one to answer the door.
"hey! come on in, melissa's making pizza," he said cheerfully, a bit jittery with anticipation.
you followed jacob inside and found melissa leaning over the kitchen island, smiling fondly at you. she was wearing sweatpants and a loose-fitting striped shirt, with her hair loose and a bit messy from cooking. she looked radiant and comfortable.
"you know, the pizza will taste better if we smoke before dinner," you proposed.
"bold of you to assume my pizza could taste any better," melissa joked back.
"i'm game," jacob said. "i want the full marijuana experience."
"in that case, help me set up," you said to the history teacher. "i want you to see how everything works."
you laid the contents of your tote bag out on the island countertop: a ziploc baggie full of flower, a little purple grinder, a holographic pink bowl, and a yellow lighter with white flowers on it.
"jacob, this is a grinder," you said, uncapping the grinder and opening the ziploc bag. "we're gonna use it to break up the flower into little pieces."
"oh wow, that is... pungent," jacob remarked. he watched as you ground up the weed, then handed the pink glass bowl to him.
"and this is a bowl, or a pipe if you're lame," you said. "you wanna do the honors?"
jacob grinned and reached into the grinder, bouncing excitedly on his heels. you put a hand on his shoulder to steady him. he filled the bowl, looking to you for approval several times while he did it.
"awesome, we're ready," you said. melissa placed her pizza in the oven and joined the circle.
"let's take it out on the patio," melissa suggested.
she led you and jacob out to the patio, a small ledge overlooking the city with three chairs conveniently set up in a tight circle. it was 7pm and the sun had just begun its descent, casting philadelphia in an orange glow.
the three of you sat down. you held the bowl up to your lips and moved to light it, but melissa snatched the lighter from your hand. she leaned in and held the flame to the bowl, her face inches from yours. you tried to concentrate on the task at hand, rather than her painted lips or her vivid green eyes dancing all over you.
you took a long inhale of the smoke and blew it up toward the sky. melissa plucked the bowl out of your hand and took a hit. she held the smoke in her lungs for an impressive amount of time for someone who didn't smoke regularly. she passed the still-lit bowl to jacob.
as soon as jacob took his hit, you knew it was gonna hurt. he overestimated his own lung capacity, and he didn't even finish blowing the smoke out before he was coughing.
"happens to everybody, pal," melissa patted jacob's back to ease his pain.
"ugh!" jacob sputtered between coughs. "why didn't you guys tell me smoking hurts?"
---
several rotations later, the three of you were high. well, you and melissa were high; jacob was outright fried. not altogether unexpected, but funny as hell.
when melissa's pizza was done, you all resolved to eat outside so you could watch the sunset together.
"this is heavenly, mel," you moaned after a delicious bite of the pizza.
"ha!" jacob exclaimed, and you and melissa turned to him, confused. meeting melissa's gaze, he threw his arms up in the airâlike he expected her to understand what he meant by that one noise. "she stole two syllables from your name. you can't just take syllables, y/n. they're not yours."
"since when do you care about private property rights?" you quipped back before turning your attention to melissa. "i'm serious though. this pizza is sooo good. like last-meal-on-death-row good."
"keep talkin' sweet like that, and you can call me whatever you want," melissa replied with a wink, sending a flood of warmth to your face.
"what were we talking about? just now?" jacob chimed in, his eyes wide and darting every which way.
"... i actually don't know," you said with a giggle. you tried to remember, you really did. but you could feel melissa's eyes on you, and you heard her words echoing in your head. and it was hard to focus on anything else.
"short term memory loss! add that to the list of things you guys didn't warn me about," jacob scoffed.
"jacob, eat your damn pizza," melissa cut in. a peaceful smile graced her lips as she stared out at the city skyline, now a twilight blue in the absence of the sun. "i've missed this feeling, everythin' all fuzzy and light. how are you holding up, lovebug?"
your heart fluttered at the endearing name. melissa, it seemed, wore her heart on her sleeve when she was highâjudging by the adoring way she gazed at you while she awaited your response. maybe the weed was messing with your head, but you swore she'd never looked so beautiful.
her eyes lacked any trace of the fire you were used to seeing (though they were quite red). for once, she wasn't on guard. her plump lips curled around her wine glass as she took a sip of merlot, vocalizing her sensual appreciation with a hum.
her long auburn hair was tucked behind her ears, resting on her shoulders in loose waves instead of her preferred meticulous curls. you wanted to run your fingers through her locks, feel their softness and smell her shampoo.
entranced by the redhead, you forgot she had asked you a question. melissa tapped your knee in reminder.
"i feel perfect," was your soft reply. you were beaming brightly before the sentence even finished. rather than sitting in a chair, you felt like you were floating on a cloud. the colors of melissa's patio and the sky blended together in a beautiful, swirling mosaic. the sounds of the city were clear and pleasant as philly wound down for the night. "i'm so happy."
"glad to hear it, sunshine. but i'm pretty sure jacob is asleep," melissa chuckled and patted the man's shoulder. he didn't stir, remaining slumped and conked out in his chair. "he's been losin' sleep over the kid who got suspended. bending over backwards trying to keep 'em on track."
"oh gosh," you said sympathetically before patting jacob a bit more firmly than melissa had. "jacob, hey. c'mon, it's time for bed. get up, go get cozy."
your words were slurred and hushed, but they seemed to pierce the veil of jacob's slumber as he awoke with a start.
melissa stood behind jacob's chair, gently rocking it back and forth to bring him back to the conscious world.
"can't go to bed, we just started," jacob grumbled, but his eyes were still closed. he was dangerously close to falling asleep again.
"from the looks of it, you're either gonna spend the night sleepin' in this chair or in your bed, so get up," melissa said resolutely.
"yeah, and besides, there's always next time," you assured jacob as he stretched and groaned his way into an upright position. you made eye contact with melissa, and this time you winked.
---
after helping jacob into bed (his motor skills really deteriorated when he got high) and smoking another bowl together, you and melissa were ready to continue your night.
"alright, sweetheart, it's down to you and me," melissa said, sitting down next to you on the couch. "what do you wanna do?" you pondered the question, looking around the room for inspiration.
"oh my god, you have a nintendo switch?" you asked excitedly, gesturing to the black tablet plugged in next to the cable box.
"that's jacob's. he showed me one of the games on thereâanimal crossing, i think it was. i don't get it. why play a game if you can't win?"
"alright, i know what we have to do now," you said, walking over to jacob's game cabinet and pulling out mario kart 8. holding the case up for melissa to see, you grinned. "four races. whoever wins gets whatever she wants from the other."
you were distantly aware of the implications, but you were too high to reconsider what you'd proposed.
you figured melissa would want something from your thoroughly decorated classroom if she won. if you won, you'd ask her to make you a custom pizza.
"you have no idea what you just started, hon," melissa said with a confident smirk.
"may the best woman win."
---
how the hell was she so good at everything?
melissa had needed some time to warm up to the switch controls, complaining about how the little red rectangle was too small to hold comfortably. but she was a quick learner with skilled fingers, and soon she was absolutely demolishing you.
it also didn't help that your coordination escaped you when you were high. you had driven off of too many ledges to count.
"two wins in a row for luigi," melissa bragged as she crossed the finish line of the third race. "hope you're ready to give me whatever i want, princess. don't think i forgot about our bet."
"daisy won the first race," you pointed out calmly. "i can still bring it back. but you know what this last race has to be?"
"what?"
"rainbow road. it's the perfect final showdown course," you explained, navigating to the course with your controller.
"get ready to be mine for a night," melissa said lowly. god, you knew she was talking about the bet, but she knew damn well what she was doing. by this point your panties were almost uncomfortably wet.
you leaned into her unconsciously as the race countdown began. you both held your controllers tight, almost shoulder to shoulder.
3...
2... (you push down the gas pedal button)
1...
GO!!!
daisy took off with a boost of speed thanks to your timing. luigi had a false start as his engine blew out. you cheered, and melissa cursed.
"how the fuck do you do that?" she asked, exasperated.
"play the game!" you demanded without looking away from the screen.
the competition was intense. you and melissa weaved around curves, nearly fell off the road, passed and bumped each other. neither one of you spoke until lap 3.
coming up on one of the last turns of the last lap, your hands jerked and you swerved. reacting on instinct, you bent your arms dramatically in the other direction to overcorrect.
melissa's arm bumped into yours, sending your controller flying out of your hands.
"hey!" you said, thinking she was cheating.
"hey yourself," she said, her eyes still fixed on the screen.
if she was gonna play dirty, so were you. you thrust your arm forward to grab her controller. but she saw you coming from a mile away. effortlessly, she shifted the controller into her left hand alone and held it up and out of your reach.
desperately competitive (and stupid high), you launched yourself toward the controller. you'd stop at nothing to get even. before you could snatch it out of her grasp, though, your balance faltered. you fell out of your position and started to fall backwards off the couch.
melissa dropped the controller and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you back up before you could hurt yourself. there was only one problem with this heroic act.
you were in her lap now.
her hands remained clasped at the small of your back, and your balance shifted forward. you put your arms out for stability, and wrapped them around her neck.
"careful, don't hurt your pretty head," melissa cooed. the two of you stared at each other for a moment. she surged forward and pressed her lips to yours.
if sitting outside with her felt like floating, kissing her and feeling her body against yours felt like riding the ocean waves. but unlike the atlantic, she was warm. you relaxed into her warmth as her tongue licked into your mouth.
you felt her tongue everywhere. in response to her, you gave a few tentative kitten licks. she moaned, she moaned, and pulled back before giving you one last kiss on the lips.
she stared at you with heated eyes for a while before switching her focus to the tv.
"look, baby," she said smugly while gesturing to the tv screen, where luigi was driving victory laps after placing first on rainbow road. "i won. you remember what that means?"
it was a fair question, considering how many conversations you forgot happened tonight. still, you nodded shyly and bit your lip.
"smart girl," melissa praised. "can you guess what i want from you?"
you shook your head no with a frown. melissa beamed and kissed you on the forehead. then she leaned in to whisper in your ear.
"i wanna touch you everywhere. i wanna hear your pretty voice moan my name and see your face scrunch up when you come. i want you to feel me all over you, and i want you to spend the rest of your life craving that feeling," melissa said her piece all at once, as if revealing a long-buried secret to you and herself.
you swallowed.
"would you let me do that?"
you nodded, pressing your forehead against hers.
"i need to hear you say it," she said softly, so softly you almost missed it.
"i want you, melissa. i have since the day we met."
that was all the confirmation melissa needed to attack your face and neck with kisses.
"sorry, let me just," melissa said as she pulled away abruptly and reached for the tv remote. she changed it to cable mode and navigated to the jazz music channel. "there we go, perfect."
"you're ridiculous," you giggled upon seeing melissa's proud face.
"honey," she leaned in to nip at your ear before whispering, "watch your mouth. you wanna be on my good side tonight, trust me."
you shuddered and wiggled in her lap, aching for her touch. a slow grin spread across her face and her hands found your legs, running up your thighs and lightly dragging her nails along your skin. they soon made their way up your waist to your breasts, cupping and squeezing them. melissa even took two fingernails and circled your nipples teasingly, to which you squeaked.
"do you know how many times i thought about havin' you like this?" melissa whispered. her voice was sweet like molasses and flowed right through you. you could feel your nipples tingling where her fingers had been, swimming in a bubble of desire. "in my lap, all whiny and squirmy."
she pinched your nipple and you keened. you held your breath as her hands once again traveled to your thighs, making a beeline for your core.
"and now i got my angel in my arms," she said, gently spreading your legs for better access. you sucked in a breath and trembled when her palm caressed you through your panties. "but i gotta say, even in my imagination you were never this wet for me."
she punctuated the sentence by pressing her pointer finger on your clit through the fabric, drawing tiny circles. you gasped and hid your face in her neck. the high made every touch feel like it rippled through your whole body. the world felt like it had been knocked off its axis, and melissa was your new center of gravity.
"aw, don't be embarrassed, babygirl. it's cute you're so sensitive," melissa soothed, easing you out of the crook of her neck to face her again. she trailed her fingers down to swirl around your wetness under your panties. "let me take care of you, yeah?"
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a few minutes later, you were spread out on melissa's bed, naked save for your (now useless) panties. she'd practically carried you to her room as you were baked and horny and unable to walk straight.
in spite of your writhing and needy whines, the redhead took her time to savor you. she kissed every inch of your torso before she even considered taking your panties off, mumbling sweet nothings between love bites.
when she finally pulled away to admire her work, the view did not disappoint. you were panting and covered in melissa's marks, and god, you were her favorite piece of art ever created. all hers.
"alright, sweet girl, i know," she cooed as you continued to plead for her touch with your best pout and puppy eyes. unable to resist you, melissa hooked two fingers in the waistband of your panties. "i'm gonna slip these off ya, okay? there, down they go."
melissa discreetly tucked the saturated material into her pocket. not as a trophy or proof of her conquest; rather, a token from the first of many magical nights with her girl. she would treasure it.
she wasted no time getting situated between your legs so she was face-to-face with your pussy. she inhaled deeply, basking in the heady aroma of your arousal. you overwhelmed her senses. everything she saw, everything she smelled, everything she felt, everything she thoughtâit was all one big, bottomless pool of you. and there was only one sense left for you to conquer.
the first drag of her tongue up your slit set you ablaze, flames licking from your core all the way to your extremities and your head. she let out a small noise of appreciation, and you felt it more than you heard it.
"you taste like fuckin' heaven," melissa rumbled between determined licks through your folds. her comment reminded you of the pizza, and you found yourself amused at how much things had changed in just a few hours.
"last-meal-on-death-row good?" you joked, and melissa seized the moment of levity to latch onto your clit. you cried out before remembering jacob was sleeping in the next room. you clapped a hand over your mouth.
"mhmmmmm," she moaned in agreement, and the vibrations on your bundle felt incredible. "but if you're still crackin' jokes, i'm not doin' my job."
with that, she shut you up completely. her tongue poked at your clit between harsh sucks. your back arched and melissa changed her strategy, prodding at your entrance with her tongue while her fingers took over on your clit. when her tongue penetrated you, you bit down on your hand to keep from screaming.
"i said i wanna hear you, remember?" melissa pulled out to chastise you.
"but jacobâ" you managed.
"is passed out. he's dead to the world. now sing for me, angel," melissa's tongue dove back into your weeping cunt and lapped at your walls. you wailed her name.
"oh, mel, rightâahhhâthere!" you mewled as her tongue teased your most sensitive spot. now that she'd located her target, melissa changed her play once again. two fingers replaced her tongue and crooked into your g-spot while her mouth returned to your clit. "close..."
melissa nodded her permission, her mouth busy with your button. with another hard roll of your clit between her lips and drive of her fingers into your sweet spot, you fell apart. you moaned and cried unbidden as she worked you through your orgasm, which felt twice as powerful thanks to the intoxication factor. your body shook in the grip of seemingly endless waves of heat.
your climax eventually died down and you squirmed away from melissa's touch. your mouth opened in dismay when instead of staying by your side, she stood up and disappeared into her closet.
after a short while, the older woman reappeared by your side. she was now nude and sporting a long, girthy strap-on. she placed a few other items on the nightstand, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from the thick faux cock. unless it was to look at her gorgeous tits, which swung with her every move. she was a goddess.
"okay, sweets, i'm gonna spell this out nice and slow because i know your brain is a little messy right now," she said as she crawled on top of you. "i'm gonna fuck you with my strap. and i know it's so big, but i have this to help you take it."
melissa reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a green mini wand vibrator. her intentions were clear, and you gulped. the redhead peppered kisses all over your face in reassurance.
"now relax, little love. let me in," melissa instructed as the wand buzzed to life. she smeared your wetness around your clit with her fingers, then pulled back its hood to position the vibrator tightly against your nub. even the lowest setting was a shock at such a direct angle.
while you were distracted trying to adjust to the clitoral stimulation, melissa aligned the tip of the dildo with your entrance and pushed in. you both groaned, and you felt yourself stretch around the toy. melissa turned up the vibrations on your clit as she progressed to being fully seated inside you.
"that's a good girl, so brave," melissa cooed. you thrashed underneath her, the sensations overstimulating you. the pain of the intrusion staved off a powerful orgasm from the wand vibrator.
again, you wondered if the drugs were messing with your mindâthe dildo felt indistinguishable from a part of mel's body, and you were full to the brim of her.
as she began to rock her hips back and forth, you saw her bite her lip. you assumed that the strap had some kind of clit attachment for her based on the telltale signs of pleasure.
melissa built up a steady rhythm and drank in your pathetic sounds of pleasure. her tits swung in your face with every thrust, and you made a mental note to give them proper attention next time. with another tactical increase to the wand's speed, you felt yourself approaching the edge once more.
"you gettin' close? yeah, i can tell. feels too good to hide it, huh bunny?" that was a new one. you clenched at her words and she set the wand to its maximum power, rubbing it up and down on your clit. your vision went white and you spun out of reality as you came. "that's my girl. good little princess, coming so hard for me."
with a few more thrusts, melissa also came to a release. she shuddered and shimmied her hips at random while she rode it out. as soon as she recovered, she turned off the green wand and relieved you. next, she eased herself out of and off of you.
with a chaste peck to your lips, she sat upright and reached for the nightstand. she smiled at your fucked-out expression as she laid out the pajamas she'd picked out for you.
you watched in awe as she took off the strap and put on her own sleep clothes. her red hair was wild from the night's activities and glowed like a warm hearth against the white backdrop of her walls.
in your state, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with melissa and fall asleep. but she insisted that you get ready for bed so that you'd be comfortable through the night. she guided you into the bathroom and gave you a new toothbrush to use.
returning to the bedroom, you found a silky green nightgown with flowers on it waiting on the bed for you. given your exhausted and intoxicated state, melissa had to help you into it. neither of you minded. as a reward for your cooperation, she gave you a kiss.
the two of you snuggled into bed, tucked in together with you curled up against her chest. the tides of slumber lapped at your feet.
"g'night, lovebug," melissa whispered as you drifted off. "sleep well. see you in the morning."
and tomorrow would be the first of a lifetime of tomorrows waking up in her arms.
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Pretty Girl - Portgas D. Ace
I read this lovely little snippet by @mrsoharaa and felt the need to know what would happen next. Written with permission!
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To be fair, Marco actually wasnât teasing him this time. Heâd been nose deep in a book and was just as deep in his thoughts when heâd made the request.
âHey Ace, can you go and callâ the first division commander squinted at the book, trying to recall the words but was clearly too distracted to, âcan you call-we-what was-just call your pretty girl for me yoi?â
He wasnât teasing him this time.Â
Ace had just simply had enough.
//â----------
It had started in the morning? maybe afternoon? who knows what time it wasâŚafter some good old fashion pirate revelry until who knows what hour of the evening.
Heâd woken up in some weird kinda angle on some random corner of the ship, with a bit of a headache. So like any other day, he made his way over to the kitchen to get some food to fix his problem. After all, if his head hurt, he probably just needed some food, right?
âWell, well, well, if it isnât the slick Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates,â the Division Commander in question blinked at his Fourth Division counterpart, his lips pulling up at the strange greeting.
Whatâd he mean by slick though? Just thinking about it made his head squeeze, so he decided to push it off until he had some food in his system.
âThatch, Iâm hungry,â he declared as he slumped himself on the kitchen counter, throwing his bottom half on a stool there, âgimme somethinâ to eat.â
âCominâ right up,â the cook shot him an amused grin as he went about grabbing his disgruntled younger brother-in-arms some food.
âHungover?â The question came from Aceâs side, where the head doctor sat, sipping on a cup ofâŚwell it wasnât alcohol.
âHuh?â The younger man just blinked, trying to get the fog out of his brain. âNah.â He rolled onto his side to better face his older brother. âJust got a headache.â
âSounds like a hangover to me yoi,â the doc grinned over the rim of his mug.
Ace didnât pay him much mind though, waiting for his food to arrive.
Though his silence seemed to encourage his companion, âespecially with how much you drank last night.â
âWasnât that much,â he ruffled his hair in hopes to alleviate some of the pounding in his head.
âIt was enough that you called a certain someone âpretty girl.ââ
A moment of silence passed as Ace continued to aggressively knead at his scalp. His mind very sluggishly processing Marcoâs wordsâŚhe was just about to fall asleep again with how much his he-
HE DID WHAT?!
That blew all the fog and grog out of Aceâs brain and body, as he all but sprung to his feet in shock. The medic in front of him offered him little more than his usual lazy, lopsided grin.
The vertigo hit him right as the adrenaline wore off, and he was clutching to the counter to save himself from smacking into the ground. His grip only tightened as he heard footsteps from the other side of the counter rejoin them.
âYo Ace, I fixed you a plate for your pretty girl too,â he chirped sliding over two plates, âif you wanted to go and deliver it to her.â
It had been a while since Pops had clobbered him, but the memory of his audacious, disastrous, flirty remark hit him much like one of Popsâ fists did. Of all things, he only came up with pretty girl?Â
He-just-urgh-just-just where was his hat when he needed it? He resorted to using his hands to hide his face from the other two commanders. He didnât need to see them to know they were grinning - they were just oozing with entertainment.
âAh donât worry slick,â he could hear Thatchâs voice getting closer, âIâd say she took it well enough.â
The way the cook only barely got his sentence out before he and Marco broke out into snickers said otherwise. Ace grabbed his plate of food and moved to find a different corner of the massive galleon to eat in.
For the next few days, the different commanders would wink, snicker, smirk, borderline leer at him whenever you were in his general vicinity. They werenât subtle about it, given pirates were generally as subtle as a sea king on land. They didnât have to say it out loud for him to hear it though:Â
âPretty girl.âÂ
The behavior spread to the rest of the crew like wildfire. Heâd have compared the spread to some nasty disease, but those usually knocked people out. Unfortunately this one seemed to rile them up, everyone seemed overly eager to be able to poke at him for his drunken declaration. By the end of the week, even the swabbies were in on it. They werenât as bad as the commanders, butâŚugh. JustâŚanyhow youâd think that, after a week, it would become old news, but no.Â
Nope.Â
Not this news.Â
Seems everyone on this damn ship was a gossip. Grown ass grizzled pirates, reduced to giggling gossiping gaggles of gremlins. The Second Division Commander couldnât go for more than a few hours without hearing some kinda comment, or getting some kinda look.Â
Even pops was in on it now!Â
Heâd found out when the old man had grinned at him, what was worse was that it was a good-natured grin. He wasnât teasing himâŚbut what he said to him, as a kind of encouragement, had left this poor son of Whitebeard feeling more flustered than ever.
Unfortunately all his attempts at getting the crew to cut it out were falling on deaf ears. His fellow commanders in particular had no problem ignoring his requests and continuing to tease him, which of course emboldened the rest of the crew.Â
Of course the worst part had to beâŚwell, there was no way you didnât know about what was happening. After all, you always put on an unbothered face, but he knew it had to be making you uncomfortable. After all it wasnât like heâd ever followed up on that pretty girl comment while sober. Though he wouldnât deny the little amused simpers that youâd put on whenever your fellow crew mates would leer at him had his heart doing little flips.
AnywayâŚ
Things had finally died down a bit, with Ace getting some peace of mind. People had finally gotten bored. Meaning he could probably tryâŚyâknowâŚapproaching you while soberâŚ
Well theyâd mostly died downâŚ
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âSHE IS PRETTY ALRIGHT?!â Yeah heâd had enough. âDo none of y'all have eyes?!â He raged on, over a weekâs worth of agitation erupting from him violently.Â
âSo what if I called her pretty girl?â There was a kind of catharsis in seeing the First Division Commander staring at him bug-eyed. âIt wasn't a lie!â He threw his hands up in agitation. âThat's for sure.â
âUh A-â
âLike you all don't state the obvious sometimes!â He pointed an accusatory finger at everyone who was in the infirmaryâŚwhich wasnât much, but Thatch hadnât left yet and he was one of the guys that teased him the most!
âA-â
âAnd!â He was burning up the whole place and there was no stopping him. âI never said she was my pretty girl! I just said she was a pretty girl!â Little flickers of fire left his shoulders. âAnd she definitely is pretty!â He flexed his fingers. âGorgeous, beautiful, pretty, all the words that mean that!â
The Second Division Commanderâs chest and shoulders heaved from the way he was panting after his rant. Man it felt good to get it off his chest.
He shook his head, getting the remaining frustration out before rolling his shoulders out. He felt a whole lot better. He stretched his neck, before turning to look at his stunned fellow commanders.
âHey Thatch, Iâm hungry,â he grinned, âcan you make me something to eat? Or should I just go raid the fridge?â
That seemed to snap the cook out of it, âkeep yourself out of my fridge and out of my kitchen hotshot!â
âUhâŚAce,â the fiery man turned to look at the medic that had sparked this outburst.
âOh Marco, what did you need again?â Heâd asked him to do something before mentioning you.
âItâs no problem yoi,â strange, the doctor seemed to be looking behind him.
Was there someone behind him? The young commander turned around -Â
Shoot.
He hadnât said anything negative! But dang what he said sure as hell was damning. He must sound like a total creep. Just going on and on about how pretty he thinks you are. Could someone just launch him into the sea?
It didnât help that the most unrelenting of the division commanders were here to see this horrifying display. They werenât ever going to let him live this dow-
âYou think Iâm pretty?â You asked, hope pulling your lips up tentatively. âEven while sober?â
Ace managed to nod at that.
Gosh he felt stupid. This wasnât how he wanted to do it. Why was he so trash at trying to compliment you?
âWell I think youâre pretty too,â you gave him a good-natured smile, âso there, weâre even.â
âReally?â Gah! Why was that the first thing out of his mouth?
Oh gosh it was so cute the way you fiddled with your fingers. You only ever did that when you were nervous-you only ever did that when you were nervous.
âI mean,â you grinned, âhavenât you ever looked in a mirror Ace?â
Ace was sure heâd turned his face to fire at that point. He was here fumbling over his feet like a baby dear, and you were so smooth, you might as well be polishing the deck with wax.
âUm, in case that wasnât clear,â you continued, âyes, really Ace, youâre pretty.â
Thatch let out a low whistle then, âwell would you look at that,â he grinned, âa pretty boy for a pretty girl.â
âStop teasing him Thatch,â you sighed, shooting the cook a look, âyouâve all teased him more than enough already.â
âYo,â the longtime resident of the infirmary called out to you, âI was actually going to send Ace to find you yoi.â
âOh did you need something Marco?â You walked further into the room, passing by the stunned pretty boy.
âWere you busy today yoi?â
âNot really, why? Did you need help?â
You thought he was pretty too?Â
Would you consider, maybe, going out on a date? He couldnât help but stare at you as you continued to talk with his First Division Counterpart. He wasnât about to ask you here, in front of these jerks, but maybe laterâŚ
Maybe laterâŚ
When you were sitting on the bow looking up at the stars that dotted the night sky. Heâd ask you.Â
And youâd say yes.
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pairing: modern!college!steve harrington x fem!reader, bestfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader
word count: 5.4k words
warnings: explicit language, a bit of violence (kinda?) (only mentioned and barely even described), some angst
summary: you donât know why you avoid telling everyone that you and steve are âbroken up,â but you do. and you donât realize how much of a bad idea that is until way too late
CHAPTER FIFTEEN | âđđđ đđ đđđ đđđâ
Fall Semester 2016
âWhoâs the guy again?âÂ
âI met him at the library. He asked to borrow my laptop charger and then when he was handing it back he asked for my number, and he texted asking to hang out,â You quickly explained as you slipped on your jacket and then turned to look at Eddie, who was sitting at your desk.
You werenât particularly excited about the date, but you were excited to do something that you hadnât done in a long time, and the smallest part of you could admit that you were doing this to try and be completely over Eddie. Your feelings being pushed and buried away were one thing, but if you were actually able to date someone else that had to mean that there definitely wasnât anything else there. At least, that was what your mind told you, and it sounded somewhat logical. Â
âIf it sucks and you wanna get out of it, just call me,â Eddie told you.
âRobin already has that job,â You said. âWe have a code word and everything.âÂ
He laughed a little. âWhatâs the code word?âÂ
âDolphin.â
âThatâs very random.âÂ
âYes, and that makes it a more believable code word.âÂ
âOkay, makes sense,â He nodded. âAnyway, if she somehow ends up not answering, I will.âÂ
You doubted that would happenâ you hadnât known Robin for that long, but you already knew that she was very reliable. Still, though, you nodded at Eddieâs words because you liked how much he cared. It didnât necessarily surprise you, but it still warmed your heart all the same. âOkay.âÂ
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Spring Semester 2018
It was the book that was making you cry right then. Nothing else.Â
And maybe that wasnât entirely true, but it felt like the easiest explanation.Â
You reread the last page a few more times before finally closing the book and setting it on your desk. It was the same book that youâd been reading in Mexico with Steve a few days ago.Â
He was right about the endingâ the son died, and it happened right after he and the dad finally got in a good place. Of course, heâd been right.
A part of you wanted to text him and tell him that, but you didnât. Instead, you kept silently cryingâ trying to remember the last time a book made you this emotional, but deep down knowing that it really wasnât just the book.Â
You didnât get the chance to force yourself to face the exact reasoning behind your tears before there was a knock on your slightly cracked open door and Robin was walking in a second later.Â
âHey, I have two things I need to tell you. One is a question from Talia, who is too lazy to get out of bed right now, and the other is very fun news,â She stopped when she noticed you crying. âWoah, shit, you okay?â
âYeah, sorry, Iâm fine. I just finished reading this book and the ending was pretty sad,â You answered, haphazardly pushing your tears away with the sleeves of the sweater you were wearing. âWhatâs up, though?â
âIs Steve coming to game night on Monday? Talia wants to decide on teams now because she doesnât want to get stuck with Eddie again.â
âOh, um, me and him broke upâŚâ The words felt so weird coming from your lips and you suddenly wondered if it had been stupid to not tell her and everyone else sooner. Instead, over the last few days, you simply didnât talk about him because the timing never felt right enough to say what you shouldâve said.
âWait, what?â The confused look on Robin's face was easy to read. âIs that why youâre actually crying right now?â
You quickly shook your head. âNo, no, it was just about the book. The Steve thing doesnât even matter to me.â
âSo, what happened? And when? Was it the trip? Did he hurt you? Do I need to kill him?â
You couldnât help but laugh a little at how fast she was talking as she sat down at the foot of your bed. You turned to face her. âNo, you donât need to kill him, and yes, it happened right when we got back. We just realized that we want different things.â You shrugged halfheartedly. âSorry, it took me so long to tell you; I know itâs only been a few days, but still. I just didnât really wanna think about it, I guess.â
âItâs fine, that makes sense,â She assured you. âI know you and him werenât dating for long but you two were really cute together.â
Hearing her say that, pulled at something in you for a second, but then you remembered that that just meant that you and Steve had been really good actors, pretenders, liars.
âOh, what was the other thing you wanted to tell me?â You asked, shifting the subject. âYou said fun news?â
Robin nodded. âOh, yeah, I just found out about this party tonight at this girlâs lake house thatâs an hour away. You wanna come?â
âIâm not really in a party mood,â You answered after the briefest moment of hesitation. It probably wouldâve been good to get out of the apartment and actually do something that didnât involve lounging on the couch in the living room, like youâd been doing since you got back from Mexico, but you couldnât imagine leaving the confines of your room right then. âSorry.â
âNo, thatâs understandable,â Robin told you. âI know you said that youâre fine about the breakup, but is there anything you want right now? We can watch a shitty movie, and Vickie will probably be okay with you having the last of her mint chocolate chip ice cream.â
You shook your head at her suggestions. âNo, Iâm okay, honestly. But, thanks, though.â
She smiled at you. âOf course, no problem. What are friends for if not someone to do cliche breakup stuff with? We could also burn any pictures you have of Steve, or throw eggs at his car, or key it?â
You laughed at that. âGreat ideas, but hard no to all of them.â
âOkay, well, once you get to the anger stage of your grief, Iâll happily revisit any of those ideas with you.â
âThere are no stages and there is no grief,â You told her as she got up from your bed. âIâm completely okay.â
âYouâre voluntarily staying in on a Saturday night. I donât know if I would call that âcompletely okay.ââ
âThis is very normal behavior for me.â
She considered your words for a second. âOkay, yeah, maybe thatâs true.âÂ
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It was the first time that the silence within the apartment felt okay. It actually wasnât completely silent, you were watching a movie on the couch, but you were alone and felt entirely fine with that.Â
You could feel yourself slowly falling asleepâ head against one of the throw pillows and blanket pulled over you and it didnât even really matter to you that it wasnât even eleven oâclock yetâ when there was a knock on the door.Â
Weirdly enough, your immediate thought was that it was Steve, mainly because you knew that everyone else who couldâve been at the door right then was at a party an hour away. Â
Instead, though, when you opened the door with your blanket still wrapped around you, it was Eddie standing there.
âHey, I assumed you went with everyone to that lake house thing,â You said, pushing the door open further to let him in.Â
âRobin mentioned it to me, but I had already planned on meeting up with a couple people from one of my classes at some bar,â He responded and you nodded as you closed the door behind him.Â
You looked at him for a second. There was something weird about his demeanor right then. It seemed like something was wrong, and that quickly worried you because you couldnât easily tell what that something was.
âIs everything okay?â
He shook his head, and for a few moments that was the only response you got, but then he was saying, âNot really.âÂ
âYouâre being soââ You stopped mid-sentence when you finally noticed his right hand, how red and bruised it was. âOh, shit, what the hell happened to your hand?â
âIt looks worse than it feels,â He said, giving you a small smile. âOkay, actually, it feels pretty bad too.â
You dropped your blanket on the couch and then went over to the kitchen, grabbing one of the few small hand towels that sat next to the stove and then pulling some ice out of the freezer.Â
âCome here,â You told him as you put the ice in the towel and made some sort of makeshift ice pack. Eddie joined you in the kitchen and you grabbed his bruised hand, softly placing the towel on top of it. You looked up at him. âWhat happened?â
He was quiet for way too long; things became almost unbearably quiet. You lightly nudged him with your foot. âEddie.âÂ
He broke your gaze, looking down instead. âFuck, it really sucks that I have to tell you this. Iâm sorry.â
Hearing him say that only confused you further. âTell me what?â
âI also saw Steve at the bar I was atâŚâ Eddie started and then trailed off for a second. The look on his face made it seem as if the next thing he was about to say to you was going to be the most devastating thing ever. âAnd he was making out with some girl.â
âOh,â Was all you said at first because you didnât really understand why Eddie was telling you that right then and why he made it sound like the biggest deal in the world. And then, after the briefest of seconds, you were quickly realizing. âOh.â
âIâm sorry,â Eddie told you, thinking that your âohâ was a sad one. âI wish I did a lot more than just punch him, but the security at that place is actually good so they immediately threw me out.â
Given what you two were currently doing in your kitchen, you shouldâve expected Eddie to say that, but it still surprised you so much that you could feel your eyes widen. âWhat? You punched him?â
âOf course I did,â Eddie said, like it had been an obvious choice. âI saw him cheating on you.â
You dropped your hands from his and immediately covered your face. âOh my god. I canât believe you did that.â
âPlease donât try to defend him right now. I know you really like him, probably even love him, but what he did is so fucked up.â
You were shaking your head and kept your hands covering your face as you said, âHe didnât cheat on me.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â You heard Eddie say. âBut, I promise you I know what I saw. I wouldnât be telling you this if I wasnât a thousand percent sure. I also wouldnât have punched him if I wasnât sure.â
You couldâve simply told him that you and Steve were broken up just like you told Robin earlier, but you suddenly felt tired of lying, and for once, telling the truth genuinely felt easier.Â
You dropped your hands from your face and looked at Eddie. âHe didnât cheat on me because we're not together. We were never really together.âÂ
It surprisingly felt like so much of a relief to say it out loud, to finally be honest, so you kept going. âIt was all fake; the entire relationship. And Iâm so sorry for lying to you and to everyone. This entire thing ended up being so stupid and the worst idea ever. But, I donât know, at first I thought it could be kinda good. And Steve thought so too; he was the one to suggest it actually, and he also had his own reasons for wanting to do this fake dating thing. I figured this could be the best way to do something about my feelings for you without outwardly admitting how I felt and potentially fucking up our friendship in the process, and I wouldnât have to live in the unknown anymore like Iâve been since freshman year. And just for a second it seemed like it actually was working, and maybe you did feel something back. But then we had that conversation on your fire escape and I knew then that youâd never see me as anything more than as your best friend. It kinda hurt finally realizing that, but eventually it felt okay, though.âÂ
You let out a breath and inwardly felt as if the biggest weight had just been lifted off of your shoulders.
âYou liked me?â That wasnât exactly what you expected to hear Eddie say in response to your word vomit, but it made sense; it was the big âwhyâ behind everything you did for the last month. Â
âYeah, sorry, I guess I kinda glossed over that part in my super long-winded explanation,â You said, a sudden shyness hit you and you looked away from him. âI did. I was stupidly in love for a really long time. I finally got over it after we had that conversation, though. But, I still had to fulfill my side of the deal I had with Steve, so I did that in Mexico and when we came back, that was it. Life was back to normal. But I was a fucking idiot and didnât tell you that me and him were âbroken up,â so here we are now.â
âIâm sorry,â Eddie said, a soft look on his face. âIâm sorry I didnât know how you felt. Iâm sorry I couldnât see it.â
âNo, please donât be sorry. This is all on me. I did all of this complicated shit instead of simply talking to you about everything,â You said, leaning back against the counter. âBecause you were so right that day, we are just meant to be best friends. That's the way that weâre supposed to be in each otherâs lives. I get that now.â Â
He got quiet again, probably still processing everything that you had just told him, which you had to admit was a lot.Â
âAre we okay?â You asked when the silence started becoming too much to bear. âDid this fuck everything up like I thought it would?âÂ
Eddie shook his head at your questions. âOf course not. You could never fuck things up between us, and I feel really bad that you ever thought that you could, and I also wish that I had felt the same way about you⌠I do love you. Itâs justâŚâ
The smallest part of you expected to feel hurt finally hearing the rejection, but surprisingly you didnât. âJust not in that way. I know. Itâs okay. Please donât feel bad. I know that we shouldnât be together. Iâve accepted that,â You told him. âAnd I really wanna say that we should just forget this entire conversation ever happened because it would make things a lot easier and Iâd also feel a lot less embarrassed if we did, but I donât think we should do that. This may sound weird, but it actually feels kind of good having the truth out in the open.â
âOkay,â He said with a nod.
You looked back down at his hand and the towel covering it.Â
âHowâs it feeling?â You asked, slightly shifting the subject.Â
âBetter, kinda. The ice feels good,â He answered and then let out something that sounded like a breath of a laugh and a scoff in disbelief as he shook his head. âJesus Christ, I canât believe I punched him.â
âMe neither. But thank you for defending my honor, I guess?â
He smiled at you; a genuine smile that let you know that things were actually okay between you two. âAnytime.âÂ
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âSo, everything with Steve was fake,â Eddie said when you two were settled on the couch, the movie you had put on earlier still playing. His words sounded slightly like a question, but also like he was still just trying to make sense of everything that you had previously told him.
âYes, and letâs wait at least a month before we start joking about this. I need to let my poor bruised ego heal first,â You responded, dramatically pressing your hands to your heart, a small smile on your face.Â
Eddie laughed a bit. âDeal.âÂ
And you expected that to be that. Everything was out in the open and everything was fine. You still had to tell everyone else the truth, but you knew that would end up being okay too. And once you did tell everyone, everything could all be put in the past and you could finally move on from it. There wouldnât be anything lingering or festering; no âwhat ifsâ or whatever else.Â
âCan I ask something?â Eddie asked, voice getting soft again, and you nodded in response, unsure where he was going to go with his question. âWas it hard keeping how you felt a secret? Iâm trying to think about if the roles were reversed, and I donât think I wouldâve been able to keep it from you.âÂ
âHonestly, sometimes it was hard, but also not really. And I know thatâs kind of a contradictory answer, but itâs true,â You answered, somehow finding it so easy to be honest now. âFor the most part, my feelings were shoved to the side and I pretended that they werenât there. Like, when you were dating Chrissy, because I obviously didnât wanna get between what you two had, and when you two broke up, because I knew that you werenât ready for anything new. They still lingered deep down, though. And it was always random moments when I would get reminded that they were still there. But, keeping our friendship intact always felt more important than admitting anything because I love our friendship.â
He nodded understandingly. âI love it too.â
âOkay, this is kind of random, but do you remember that frat party we went to freshman year right before winter break?â You asked, and before he could say anything in response, you continued, forcing yourself to say what you had never said out loud before. âWe were both stupidly drunk, and at one pointâ I think it was right before we were about to leaveâ you got, like, pushed into me by some random person, and we were standing really close, and then we, uh, kissed.â
The surprised look on his face was entirely expected. âI vaguely remember the party. But, I donât remember the kiss, though. Iâm sorry.â
âNo, itâs okay. When we talked about the party the day after, you basically said that it was all kind of a blur to you, so thatâs what I figured. I wasn't entirely sure if you didnât remember it, so a part of me had wanted to ask back then, but in that moment I thought it was just easier to let it go.âÂ
It was almost startling how honest you were being with him right thenâ saying things that you didnât think youâd ever admit out loudâ and how perfectly okay it all felt. And weirdly enough, this also felt like the most honest youâd ever been with yourself too.Â
âThinking about it now,â You continued. âThat probably shouldâve been the moment that I let myself get over you. Because I couldâve told you about the kiss right then and there, but I didnât want whatever your response would beâ whether it be a rejection or whatever elseâ to change anything between us. And it was the same thing when we came back from break, and I was so close to admitting everything to you, but you told me that you and Chrissy were together first. I probably shouldâve still told you then. And maybe I never did because deep down I always knew that nothing should change between us. I donât know⌠A part of me is still trying to make it all make sense. But then, at the same time, I've been trying to avoid it all and not think about it.â You sighed. âThe last couple of weeks have been pretty weird and confusing.â
âMaybe itâs not supposed to easily make sense, or make sense at all. And I know thatâs probably a shit response, butâŚâ Eddie trailed off and then shrugged after a moment.Â
âNo, I get what you mean,â You said, nodding at his words, and then you thought about something. âHonestly, the only thing that has ever really made sense with us is this. Watching movies together, listening to music, talking about unserious things, and also talking about the most serious things ever; stuff I never thought to tell anyone else.â You smiled at him. âOh, and getting stuck in elevators together too.âÂ
He smiled back at you before saying, âThe elevator thing sadly only happened once.âÂ
âWe can try to recreate it one day.â
âGreat idea,â Eddie responded with a nod. âThe elevator in that building is still probably shitty.âÂ
âSo true. And if not, we can just start jumping in it and thatâll probably do the job.â
âOr it will kill us.â  Â
You couldnât help but laugh at that and Eddie laughed too and then winced as he readjusted the towel on his hand.Â
That was what made you finally think about Steve. Was he even okay?Â
And then you immediately felt like shit for not considering that question sooner.Â
You abruptly got up from the couch and headed into your room before Eddie could question you. You grabbed the Advil bottle from your bathroom and then tossed it over to him when you walked back out into the living room.Â
âFor the pain. Take two of these and try to go to sleep. You can even take my bed if you wanna,â You told him and then headed to the fridge to grab a bag of frozen vegetables from the freezer. âI'm gonna go check on Steve. And yes, Iâm stealing your van.â
Eddie pulled his keys out of his jacket pocket and handed them over to you. There was an amused look on his face. âWhenâs the last time you drove?â
âDonât question my driving skills right now, Munson,â You said as you slipped the keys into the pocket of the sweatpants you were wearing and then grabbed the first zip-up hoodie you saw hanging on one of the hooks by the door. âGoodnight.âÂ
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It wasnât until you were standing outside the door of Steveâs apartment that you realized that maybe he wasnât even here. Heâd been on a date, or at least, with someone when Eddie saw him, so there was a chance that he was still with her.Â
Still, though, you knocked. And, surprisingly enough, he answered.
His faceâ more specifically, his left eyeâ looked bad; very bruised, and already settled into the dark red and purplish color that it would probably be for the next few days.Â
âOh my god. Iâm so sorry,â You said, immediately handing over the frozen peas you had in your hand; they obviously werenât as cold as they were before the twenty-minute drive to get here, but they still felt good enough. âAll of this is my fault. It completely slipped my mind to tell Eddie that we âbroke up.â I didnât tell anyone, actually, except for Robin, but that was just today. Iâm really sorry. The last few days have been weird.â
Steve gave you a small smile that felt entirely undeserved and he pushed the door open further so that you could walk into his apartment. âItâs okay.âÂ
You shook your head. âItâs really not. You have a black eye because of me being an idiot.â
âThis would be the part where Iâd say that you should see the other guy to prove that this isnât as bad as it looks, but youâve already seen him, so that doesnât really work in this situation,â Steve told you jokingly and you shook your head, giving him a small smile back. You still felt like shit, but at least he didnât seem to hate you for causing all of this. âHow did you get here?âÂ
âI drove Eddieâs van. He came to my place after it happened,â You said and Steve nodded understandingly. âYouâre right, though. His hand looks worse than your eye.â You werenât entirely sure if that was even trueâ in all honesty, their injuries probably looked about the same on the bad scaleâ but it felt like the right thing to say at this moment. âI told him everything, by the way. About our whole relationship being fake and me doing it because I had feelings for him.â
Steve looked as if he didnât expect to hear you say that. âHow did that go?â
âSurprisingly good,â You answered honestly. He gave you an almost congratulatory-looking smile in response and you quickly shook your head. âNo, not good in that way. He doesnât feel that way about me. And I knew that. There was this conversation that I had with him before all of this that kind of solidified that for me. It wasnât some huge moment where he outwardly said that he didnât like me, but it gave me the push I needed to finally accept that me and him are only meant to be friends. I donât even feel any other way about him now.â You let out a sigh before letting out a different part of the truth. âI kinda lied to you in Mexico and the days leading up to it. I knew the truth about everything then, but I felt too embarrassed to tell you and I also just really didnât want to think about it.â
âShit, Iâm sorry this didnât work for you,â He sounded so genuine about it and gave you a sad look that reminded you of exactly what you didnât want to happen.Â
You shook your head. âDonât do that. Please donât feel sorry for me.âÂ
âI was the one that kept telling you from the beginning that this was gonna work so now I feel kinda bad that it didnât.âÂ
âOkay, yeah, thatâs true but it doesnât matter now,â You told him. âAnd just because this didnât work for me doesnât mean that I regret itâ I honestly donât regret it. It was dumb and a waste of time for me, but still, I donât really regret it. Also, you got what you wanted out of this, right?â
Steve nodded after a second. âYeah, I actually talked to my mom yesterday and she asked about you and I told her that we broke up.â
âDid you make me a cheater?âÂ
âYeah, and I think she actually feels bad. But, weâll see in a week or two if she brings up the Hamptons,â He answered. âI kind of doubt that she will, though. I tried to seem really upset about everything.âÂ
âI wish I couldâve been there for that phone call. I wouldâve loved to see your acting skills.â
He smiled at your joking words. âThey were fantastic.â
âGood,â You responded. âSo, no finding your future wife this summer?âÂ
âHopefully not.â Â
âCongratulations,â You told him. âAnd youâre welcome for me being the greatest girlfriend during the Mexico trip.â
âI donât know if I should thank you since I do have a black eye now because of you.â
You could tell he was joking, but you still decided to play into it. âWow, so, you are mad at me for that!â
He playfully rolled his eyes at you. âI was kidding.â
âItâs okay to be mad at me. It would be deserved, honestly. And Iâd completely understand if you hate me now. You should hate me.â
He gave you a serious look, but there was still the smallest smile on his face. âStop.âÂ
You held up your hands in mock surrender. âFine, fine. I did just give you a bag of sort of frozen peas to help with your eye, so I feel like you canât be that mad at me, anyway.âÂ
âAnd I will cherish this bag of peas for the rest of my life,â He told you as he placed them over his bruised eye and you could only laugh at that.Â
A comfortable silence lingered for a second, and it was what let you know that this should probably be it. It had barely been ten minutes, but youâd done everything that you felt as if you needed to doâ you checked on him, made sure he was okay, and told him the truthâ there was nothing else to do.Â
But, instead of saying something equivalent to the simple âGoodbyeâ that shouldâve left your lips right then, you said, âCan I stay for a bit?âÂ
âYeah, sure,â Steve answered with a nod.
âYou got throw pillows,â You pointed out as you sat on his couch. You grabbed one of the two gray pillows and placed it in your lap.Â
âYeah, somebody once told me that my couch looked sad and lonely,â He said and that made you smile.
âStill no curtains, though,â You responded, gesturing to the windows.
âOne day Iâll get around to it.â
You gave him a quick nod. âGot it.âÂ
Steve put on a show that you both had seen before and things were quiet for a bit as you rewatched the familiar episode.Â
âOh, you were sadly right, by the way,â You abruptly said, turning to look at him. âI finished the book and the son did die.â
âOh, yeah, I know. When we got back I wanted to find out what happened, so I finished reading it.â
Hearing that surprised you, and it also made you inwardly smile. âReally?â
âMhm,â Steve nodded and then gave you a certain look. âYou cried at the end, didnât you?â
âOf course I did. I really didnât think that he would die,â You answered. âAnd shut up, donât judge me about it.âÂ
âI promise I wasnât gonna.â
âI donât know if I believe you.âÂ
âScouts honor.â
âAnd now Iâm supposed to believe you were a boy scout?â You joked. âYou donât seem outdoorsy enough for that.â
âOuch, I feel offended.â
You laughed as you turned your attention back to the TV. You noticed that the show playing was the same one that you and him had been watching before the power outage; a night that felt like forever ago.Â
This moment felt like the exact opposite of that one. You remembered how weird things initially felt then between you two, or maybe that awkwardness had been entirely in your head. Either way, the main thing that was different here was that in that previous moment, youâd been stuck with him because of the storm and power outage, and in this moment, you werenât stuck. Â
It was then that you were hit with the thought of, What the hell were you doing here right now?
You two werenât even really friends, you remembered. You reminded yourself of what Steve said that night a few days ago and what you two both agreed on from the beginningâ going your separate ways once all of this was done and over.Â
Everything that had happened this past month was fake. And even though youâd been able to recognize that, you had still let a part of you miss it; let yourself miss something that you knew youâd never be able to get back. For the past few days, you thought it was okay to let the smallest part of you feel that wayâ miss the faking and the pretending and the brief friendship that developed because of all of that. But maybe it wasnât okay. Maybe it was only making things worse and more complicated.Â
âActually, I should go,â You abruptly stood up from the couch, placing the pillow back in the spot you picked it up from. You turned to look at Steve and forced a small smile that you hoped didnât look that way. âThis isnât following the âgoing our separate waysâ rule.âÂ
He gave you a confused look for a second, and then he was nodding in agreement. âYeah, youâre right.âÂ
âI know I was kinda joking about it before, but I really am sorry about all of this,â You said as you walked over to his door, turning to look at him before pulling it open.Â
He shook his head. âDonât be.âÂ
You decided against saying anything else right then and instead smiled at him one final time before forcing yourself to leave.
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girlfriend, i love how we jumped straight to marriage with mechanic!Simon but I'd love to know a bit more about the phase before he managed to lock down his girl for good.
What if, her ex comes looking for her? Some prim and proper, sleek wolf of wallstreet business typa guy appears at Price's Body Shop, recognizing her car and asking about her. No idea how he found her because he usually doesn't go into these parts of town, maybe someone saw her car, maybe she forgot to turn off / delete her location app.
Sees her at the shop and tells her to come home, this part of town is no place for her, he's sorry, the other woman didn't mean anything, he wasn't serious about kicking her out, whatever, you know the drill.
She's not impressed, unfazed, cool as a cucumber because her mind is filled with her new boy toy mechanic!Simon and she keeps drifting off to last night's memory đ¤
Listen, I love a woman who stands up for herself but you really can't expect your possessive new self proclaimed boyfriend and his crew to watch silently while your ex is trying sweet talk and win you back right in front of them, right?
Also, why is Simon being so weird after? There is nothing to worry about, she thinks he's perfect and exactly what she never knew she wanted. I guess she needs to prove it to him by taking matters into her own mouth hands đ¤đ¤ pamper him like no one before
Foaming at the mouth at this ask, I wrote the marriage ask before I got to this one because I really wanted to drive home how fast he preposes, but I would love to elaborate about your relationship before he preposes, youâre in a very valuable position and absolutely cling to him for support :((((( it did change a couple of small things to help the story flow better, I hope you donât mind ;)
Si knows from the start that you're the one :((( you guys act like you've been together since high school even though you've only know each other for a couple weeks :33333 But when your friends start calling, begging you to come back home? telling you that Si is manipulative and a bad guy that's taken advantage of your venerable state >:( of course he gets insecure :((( then your ex shows up?? a man that's the complete opposite of Si, he really starts to doubt himself :((((( lucky you can show him just how much you appreciate him with that mouth of yours ;))))
tw: loosing friends, controlling ex, possessive!Simon, insecure!Simon, sub!Simon (kinda?), insinuated violence, a lot of lore in this one??? so like porn with a plot??, smut, blowjob, face fucking, deep throating, L bomb (like twice??), talk of reader submitting to Si, there's just a lot going on tbh but baby...you're a giver and THATS for sure, basically you're just looking after your mannnnn and he loves you for it
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Obviously your friends call after they hear you broke up with your ex, they canât find you anywhere and start freaking the fuck out! they love you so much and theyâre scared shitless!!!
They only found out you were even missing because you didnât turn up to brunch on Thursday :((
They called you, and of course you didnât answerâŚ.you were busy ;)))
That obviously raised some alarm bells for everyone straight away, so their next point of contact was obviously your ex!!
Then the reality hitâŚ. You had been missing since Monday night, he kicked you out after a bad fight and nobody had been able to get in contact with youâŚâŚ
Everyone obviously thinks worst case scenario. Car crash, kidnapping,âŚ. maybe you ran away, or god forbid, something worse, maybe you werenât even alive anymore, I mean, its been fucking days!!!
If someone were to have taken you, you could be out of the country by now, your body could already be decomposing somewhere never to be seen again, maybe they could have saved you if they new sooner :(((( got you the medical attention you needed before you succumb to your injuriesâŚ
Obviously everyone is going wild back home, freaking out and doing everything in their power to get in some kind of contact with you.Â
But no ;))))
As your phone buzzed and pinged with messages, vibrating on Siâs bedside table as he held your naked frame against his broad chest :3333
You were fine, more then fine actually :))))
âDonât worry about thaâ baby, answer it later theyâll be fineâ Siâs morning voice muffled into your hair, strong arms tightening his grip around your waist and his hard cock pressed up against your bare arse ;))
A couple days after Si saved you and towed your car, everything that happened hit you like a ton of bricks. You were kinda disoriented and fuzzy, still a little shaken by the experience and hadnât really processed that you were in fact living with Simon nowâŚ.
The warm feeling of toned arms wrapped around you and a hard chest against your back didnât register it firstâŚ.. but you never protested :333
Droopy eyelids snapping open ungodly wide when it all hit you :( like, holy shit, there was no way youâre actually doing this, there is no way you fucked a random mechanic, let him take you home, fell asleep in his bed and then just never left????âŚ. thatâs batshit crazy behaviour!Â
What made it even more jarring was from day one, when Si stirred awake heâd simply pulling you closer and kiss your temple like heâd been married to you for 30 years :3
There was no awkward small talk, no âyouâve overstayed your welcome now, iâll drive you to a motelâ or âwhat time do you think youâll call a cabâ, a simple kiss and a âhowâd yaâ sleep princessâ deep and groggy, a smirk on his lips as he kissed the back of your neck :)))
Your body relaxed instantly, for a man so big, there was a certain gentleness about him, a protective and calming aura he carried so effortlessly, you truly felt comfortable hereâŚ. It was such a strange experience but the idea of leaving his bed made you wince :(((
Even the morning routine you quickly created was natural!!
The tea and coffee lived on the top shelf of the cupboard, sitting at his two seater dining table Si happily watched your cute little arse poke out the bottom of his shirt :))) you had to hop a little bit to bring the tins forward, but all he could focus on was your bum and thighs jiggling >:((
He absolutely didnât strategically place everything a shelf higher so he could see you do this exact thing the every morningâŚ.:333333
He was running unbelievably late for work but he couldnât care less, the whole morning was filled with quick pecks and giddy smiles. From an outsiders prospective, nobody could guess you met a couple days ago :))))Â
Holding your waist as you make his lunch for him :)))) following every instruction perfectly :))))
Whispering âgood girlâ into your ear and kissing your neck gently as you pack his meal into his work bag, fat cock flush against your arse still concealed in his thick work pants, grinding slowly only relieving him slightly >:(
He wanted nothing more then to take you then and there, but the idea of you having to wait around for the rest of the day :((( thighs rubbing together and needy for him was wayyyy more appealing to come home to :( his such a meany
Leaving ÂŁ100 on the kitchen counter for you, kissing you before he leaves, whispering into your lips to treat yourself :((
âYouâve had a long couple days sweethearâ, get yaâ nails done for me, yeah? Get emâ pink or somthinâ, okay?â
Obviously youâre memorised by this man at this point⌠how could you not be?Â
 Agreeing with a slow nod and stars in your eyes as he kisses your noseÂ
Nobody had ever looked at him like that beforeâŚ.
âThatâs maâ girl, iâll be home by sixâ
When he finally rocked up at work, Price was pissed beyond belief, Gaz was working on multiple cars at a time due to his absence and Johnny looked like he could kill him as he sat in Siâs office, a line of annoyed customers leading outside the shop.
Soap new absolutely nothing about quotes and insurance claims and all this other bullshit that Simon dealt with as the manager.
Gaz had a hundred questions for him about what he suggested for certain repairs, it was pure chaos!!Â
But Si couldnât find it in himself to be stressed, walking into the shop with a shit eating grin, completely bricked up and care free :))))
Heâd never been happier then in that moment.Â
But I want to fast forward to when your friends finally got a hold of you a week after you went missingâŚ.
It was the strangest surprise as well as their biggest relief when you answer.Â
You were completely fine, they could basically hear you smile through the phoneâŚâŚ
You started banging on about how you met this amazing guy named Simon, how his a super gifted mechanic, a complete gentleman and how youâre both deeply in love and never been happier!!
Reassuring them that youâre absolutely fine, better then fine actually, youâre safe and loved and donât plan on ever going back homeÂ
And all your girls are likeÂ
âBabeâŚ.you canât be serious right now? Youâre not in love, youâve been gone a week! And did you say you moved in with him!? A fucking mechanic!? Have you lost your fucking mind??? What about your job??? What about the entire fucking life you built here?!!!â
AndÂ
âThatâs it, give me the address right now, we are coming to get you immediately. Youâre coming home and never talking to this weird fucking Simon guy ever again. Got it?âÂ
Of course they donât understand:((((( why would they!?
Youâve finally found your person, it doesnât matter if you have known Si for a week or a thousand weeks. Youâre not fucking leaving!
This courses massiveeeee tension in youâre now ex friendship group.Â
Half your girls think they should cut you off immediately, staying friends with you only means supporting the relationship and thatâs something theyâre absolutely not going to do >:(((
The other half think its important to keep in contact with you, they want to be there when you finally âcome to your sensesâ and âneed an outâ, whatever that means :/âŚ.they even insisted on meeting Simon, just to sus out the situation and see whatâs really going on, but of course you deny.Â
Some even try to convince you that your ex was way better for you then Si:((((( how everyone thought you would end up getting married eventually, how thereâs still time to realise youâve made a mistake, that your ex was more then willing to take you back and everything would go back to normal!!!Â
âBabe, this Simon guy is manipulative, okay? Youâre emotional and vulnerable right now and his latched onto that knowing youâre going to cling to him for support. His taking advantage of you babe! I know you think youâre in love and that he says all the right things but its an act! Hello? Are you there? Can you fucking hear me!!??â
Theyâre just trying to ruin everything though >>:((((((Â
Your friends never saw how your ex treated you behind closed doors and they could never understand the connection you and Simon had :(
When Si came home from work to you wrapped up in a blanket and crying on the sofa, he was ready to kill whoever caused you so much painâŚ.when he found out it was actually your friends, his heart ached for his poor girl :(((
âListen to me petal, look me in the eyes, you donâ owe them anythinâ, they jusâ donât understand, alrighâ donât cry baby, come onâÂ
Wrapping his big musealy arms, covering you in his post work sweat and musk as you cling to his oily work shirt :((((
Of course you end up cutting off your friends. They could never understand what you and Simon had, if they really cared about you, theyâd at least act like they were happy for you, not rip into you and try and push the narrative that youâve been âmanipulatedâ and âtaken advantage ofâ while in a âvenerable stateâ ://
Si absolutely agreed as well :( you didnât need to worry about them anymore, theyâre in the past and youâre moving forward with your life, its not your fault they havenât grown up yet ://
Plus!!!! He would love to introduce you to Prices wife and the other girls at the bar he regularsâŚ. Sure they may be a little older and all have children but youâre such a mature girl :((( youâll get along with them just fine :3Â
Its definitely not because he wants to bring you around his friends chubby babies, planting the seed in your mind subconsciously, or consciously about having your own little family ;)))
Start taking the steps to really integrate you in his life and friendship circles ;))))))
He knows what his doing :3
You get along with everyone so well too, girls wine nights, being invited over to friends houses for dinner <3
Simon tucking his hard cock into the waist band of his boxes as you bounce one of your friends babies on your hip and coo to them :((((
You would be such a good mama to his babies :( your genetics mixed with his would make the cutest little humans and the image of you pregnant that wonât leave his mind is starting to drive him absolutely fucking feral :(((
Life is so good for you and Si at the moment :((((( of course your stupid fucking ex would come around and try to ruin it for youâŚ..all for himâŚ..
Your ex couldnât of been more different from Si :(
Clad in a business suit and ridiculously expensive watch, a clean haircut, pure leather business shoes and smelling of expensive cologne, he absolutely stuck out when his Tesla pulled into the shop carparkâŚ.Â
An obviously disgusted look on his face as he entered the front office, not trying to hide his disapproval as he looked at the chipped paint that peeled off the walls and the overwhelming smell of fuel that had seeped into everything within a 50 meter radius, buttoning his suit jacket and dramatically watching his step as he walked on the stained concrete that covered the front office floor :////
Your ex was such a pretentious prick >:( if it wasnât high luxury, heâd look down on it like it was dirt :/
The thing is, he didnât actually care where you were after he kicked you out, he just assumed you would end up on a friends couch or something. The idea that you would run off with a random âdirtyâ man and enter a relationship literally hours after he broke things off enraged him.Â
But everything changed when he got the news you were living with âSiâ a couple hours away and you were âdeeply in loveâ with him.Â
He played the âdistressedâ, âregretfulâ boyfriend to your friends, trying to get as much information out of them as possible under the pretence of âkeeping you safeâ
YeahâŚ..right :///
His ego couldn't handle it! How dare you just move on like he was nothing!!! sleep in another mans bed without regret and start a new life with him not even being an afterthought!!!!>:(Â
You were meant to be heartbroken!!! Turn up on his doorstep and beg for his forgiveness as he laughed in your face :((
But you just moved on?????
He wasn't having that.Â
You were supposed to worship him, not replace him with some piece of shit mechanic >:(
Your friends fed him a lot of useless information, But there was one sentence that tied it all together.Â
In the middle of your rant about how much you loved Simon, you mentioned he worked at âPriceâs Motor Repairsâ
Nobody had heard of any repair shop with that name from around the area, but it was enough information for your ex to track you downâŚ
Alarm bells went off in Simons head when he saw him walk in. He wasnât from around these parts, that much was certain, and the way his eyes snaked over his name tag and an almost cocky grin spread across his face, he new something was up and it wasnât good.Â
Your ex definitely turned up at like 5:59, a minute before Si was meant to close just to make it as inconvenient as possible for him >:/
Si never asked about your ex, he didnât want to know. He didnât care what his name was or what he did for a living, all he new was that he was a dickhead and that was enough to put him off. You were his now, your ex wasnât relevant :((((
It didnât even cross Siâs mind that this guy could possibly be your ex. It was probably just some wanker that broke down while he was passing through. So he gritted his teeth and walked outside to check out this âbrokenâ carÂ
It felt like a wild goose chase. He claimed there was something wrong with the motor, he checked it out, there was nothing wrong. He then claimed his AC wasnât working, he checked it out, there was also nothing wrong.Â
This went on for about 20 minutes before Simon snapped >:(
âThere aint nothinâ wrong with yaâ car mate, get that fuck out of erâ before yaâ start wishinâ yaâ didâ
Snarky and satisfied, your ex left without a fight, pulling out of the shop and parking far enough down the street that he could see Si pulling out of the shop and heading homeâŚ. Leading him to directly to you without a fightâŚ.
He followed behind at a safe distance. Far enough away that Si didnât notice he was being followed, Poor Si was beyond tired, paired with the dim lighting of the sun going down, he didnât even notice someone was tailing him:(( he was on autopilot :(
All he wanted to do was get home to you, eat his hot meal that you prepared for him and slug on the couch with a beer, you cuddled up against him and block the outside world out for the evening :((
But after arriving home, the second he sat down for dinner, three obnoxiously loud knocks echoed off the front door.
When you saw he didnât move, you stood up to answer it for himÂ
âJusâ leave it lovie, canât be anythinâ important this time of nightâ
You explained there was an older lady that lived a couple apartments down, she started developing dementia and was in the early stages, she could still look after herself but often forgot small things like buying eggs from the grocery store or how to turn the TV on, she asked you for help all the time!!! and you were sure it was just her!! Of course it was! Who else could it be!
Simon wasnât convinced. There was no way an old lady could knock with that much force.
He followed behind you hesitantly watching you swing the door open with a smile, only to reveal the piece of shit that was at the shop an hour earlierâŚ
Si was honestly confused as fuck for a second, only for it to all fall into place when this guy started calling you âbabyâ and demanding for you to come homeâŚ..
His first instinct was to pull you behind him, he was beyond shocked when your ex grabbed your wrist with force, making sure Si couldnât move you out of his line of sight without hurting youâŚ
âBaby, you are coming home now, look at the state of this.. this.. drug addicts flat! youâre coming home with me immediately, stop fucking resisting!â Your ex spat getting more and more enraged by the second
You couldnât go home, you were home, Si was your home :( But before you could get a word out, Si had your ex by the bicep, the pure force of the grip sending him into cold blooded shock, muscles tensing he lets go of your wrist out of pure shock :((
âGet inside nâ lock the doorâ he mumbled lowly before slamming it so hard the framework shook violently, you swore the hinges could of given way :((((
Once Si finally returned, you could tell there was something wrong :( something about the way he wasnât all over you like normal, there was a purposeful distance he put between the two of you, almost like he didnât want you there :((
After poking and prodding him, it all finally came outÂ
âYaâ know I could never give yaâ the life that he could dollâŚ. All that fancy shitâ a coldness behind his eyes, almost defeat taking over his expression :(
âI know I aint ya type baby, youâre one of them high class type, yaâ donât belong down âere with meâŚ.Iâll drive yaâ back in the mornin, okay? Iâm not taken no for an answer, go start packinâââ :((((
He was so defeated, if you could see his heart you could of sworn it was ripped into separate pieces :((
He went on for a good 10 minutes like this, you know he was doing what he thought was in your best interest, but Jesus Christ did it sting :(((
Little did he know your ex was almost ÂŁ50,000 in credit card debt, you payed for almost everything during the duration of your relationship :((( he never treated you to any sort of luxury like Si did :( never got you flowers or paid for your nailsâŚ.
He truly thought that your ex had a one up on himâŚ. That you would consider going back to him because of his âwealthâ???
Getting off the couch and slowly sinking to your knees in front of him, you reach for the belt of his pants, slowly undoing his buckle :((
His mind is racing so much, so paranoid and distracted that he didnât notice the sound of the metal being undone :((((
He always focused on your pleasure, making you feel wanted :(( it was your turn to appreciate him, with actions this time :333Â
Si completely stops mid sentence when your warm, delicate hand palms his soft cock :(((9Â
He looks down at you slowly, all worry leaving his body as he sees you down on your knees, submissive eyes looking up at him threw your eyelashes and pout on your face waiting for his reaction :(((
You could never leave Si :((( you needed a real man :(( you needed the man in front of you with his thighs spread wide and cock hardening right before your eyes :(((
Palming him agonisingly slow, he grinds against your touch desperate for more friction :((( you tell him how youâd never leave him :(((( how his the only one for you and you couldnât survive in a world like this without him by your side looking after you the way he does :((
Soft grunts leaving his lips as he pleads with you to take out his length and stroke his now hard, aching cock >:(
âI know baby, I was stupid to think thaâ, I know, jusâ⌠jusâ pump it for me yeah?ââ Growing increasingly desperate as you donât follow his command >:( telling him youâre looking after him tonight and that he doesn't need to worry :(( how its his reward for being so big and strong, defending you from your ex and being a man :(( that all he needs to do is relax :((
He audibly whines, a sound you had never heard from him before, when you finally slip his girthy cock out of his boxes.. .
You smile up a him as you kiss his tip and squeeze your thighs together at just the thought of pleasing him and not receiving any physical pleasure yourself :)))))Â
Letting out a soft feminine giggle as pre cum covers your lips, Si having no choice but to sit helpless and watch the show youâre putting on for him :(((
He could absolutely take the lead if he wanted to, but something about you treating him, sucking his dick solely because you wanted to and not expecting anything in return was an offer you couldnât turn down ;)
Teasing Si was fun but he deserved more tonight :((((( if it was up to you, lapping at his swollen tip for hours until he finally releases a desperate hot load onto your face would be a dream, but not tonight, Si gets everything tonight ;)
Slowly circling his leaky tip with your thumb, a soft groan falls from his lips as he sinks further into the couch :(((
Pumping him lightly, you place soft kisses from the top of his cock to his base :(((( Si bucking his hips and pleading with you threw his eyes just to suck it :((((( he tries so hard to hide his whines through deep groans but fails horribly :((( he was so tired tonight, emotionally and physically, any self control he would normally have was out the window :((
Taking your tongue, you lick from the base to the tip, salty sweat and pre cum filling your taste buds as your tongue glides up his vainy shaft :(
Si jerks forward a little at the sudden warm contact, throwing his head back as he eases into the warm sensation :3333
Without hesitation, you deep throat his 8 inch length, his tip hitting the back of your throat and your eyes watering instantly :((
Siâs callused hand instinctively grips your hair, rough grunts bounce off your apartment walls as he helped you set a ruthless pace, your mouth being abused and jaw aching from his sheer girth :(((
âThatâs it Darlinâ, fuck yaâ such a good girl for me, look at yaâ look at thaâ beautiful fuckinâ mouth takenâ meâÂ
Holding your head still as he throat fucks you, your saliva dripping down your chin and onto the dirty cream carpet that covers the living room floor:(((
Seeing the small bump of his cock appear at the front of your neck with each brutal rut :(( your flushed cheeks and teary eyes make a small cocky smile spread across his face >:(Â
You were his! All his! Claiming your throat and having full control over how he fucks it makes his achy balls tighten as they slap against your chin :((
âThat prick could never fuck you like I could, heâll never feel yaâ fuckin throat againâ he was so close to his release :((( Si was normally really good at holding off but the possessiveness of claiming your mouth with thick cum was pushing him over the edge in a matter of minutes :((((
Grabbing your hair tighter, he forcefully makes you deep throat his dick, your nose touching his pelvic bone and buried in his musky pubes <3 moans from your full mouth muffled by his cock shoved deep into your throat >:((
He cums hardâŚslow, deep thrusts as ropes of his salty seed run down your throat, you have no choice but to swallow his semen that his so politely given you :((
With each thrust, he lets out a quiet and strained âmineâ. Its more to himself then you, reassuring himself that you were in fact his and his to keep :((
You remove your abused mouth from his cock, slowly pumping his now semi-hard dick with a dopey smile on your face, cum leaking out the corner of your mouth as you innocently look up at him and place a kiss on his swollen tip :))
You look so beautiful, covered in his cum and claimed :)
He leans down to kiss you, a thank you for what you did for him, but before he could even open his mouth you whisper a quite âI love youâ into his lipsâŚÂ
the first âI love youâ you and Simon had ever shared :((
Its safe to say he said it back :333
And he says it again with his face inbetween your legs a minute later ;)))
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Video Call
Eddie sat in his childhood room in El Paso, the stillness of the El Paso night settling around him. He couldnât sleep, his mind turning with thoughts of LA andâthough he wouldnât admit itâof Buck. Since he hadnât heard much from him during this visit, Eddie assumed Buck was busy with Tommy, his boyfriend, which left Eddie with a strange feeling he couldnât shake.
Unable to resist, he opened his laptop and opened a video call, heart thumping as he waited. When Buckâs face appeared on the screen, Eddie felt the tension melt a little, his whole world narrowing to Buckâs warm, familiar smile.
Luckly Buck was alone, looking a little tired but happy to see Eddie. âHey! El Paso still treating you alright?â Buck asked, his smile warm.
âYeah, itâs been nice,â Eddie replied, pausing. âQuiet, though. It feels different being here now.â
Buckâs expression softened. âI get it. Itâs weird to be back in a place that used to be home. Kinda makes you realize where your heart really is.â
Eddie nodded, his heart skipping. âExactly.â He glanced around the room before asking, âSo⌠Tommyâs not there tonight?â
There was a flash of something in Buckâs eyes, and he gave a small, careful smile. âActually⌠Tommy and I arenât together anymore. We broke up a few days after you left.â
Eddie blinked, caught off guard. âOh. I⌠I didnât know.â He paused, unsure of what to say next. âIâm sorry, Buck. I thought⌠I thought you guys were good.â
Buck gave a soft, almost shy smile, his cheeks flushing. âYeah, we were, but⌠I realized my heart wasnât all the way in it.â He looked down, then back up at Eddie. âThereâs someone else I canât stop thinking about. Has been for a while.â
Eddie felt his pulse quicken, his own cheeks warming. He glanced down, gathering the courage to respond. âI⌠I get that, too.â His voice was barely a whisper, but he knew Buck could hear him.
They both stayed silent for a moment, neither sure how to bridge the quiet distance between them. Finally, Buck spoke, his voice soft. âSo⌠maybe when youâre back, we can figure out what this is?â
Eddieâs heart raced, and he couldnât help but smile, a small, shy one that he knew Buck would understand. âYeah. Iâd like that a lot.â
They ended the call with quiet smiles and shy glances, both knowing that things were about to change. And for the first time, Eddie felt like going home to LA meant more than just returningâit meant finally being where he belonged
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high mountains - bucky barnes des. loving bucky barnes in a series of mountains notes. fluff-angst. small depictions of smut (18+), violence, major character death! sad, sad, really sad. avengers being a family and tony stark is rich!
hello! it's another bucky fic! this time we have angst!!!!! i just finished my midterm exam and i felt like i need to release this idea--please let me know if i forgot to add things on my notes! anyway, enjoy (grab your tissues, i teared up a little writing this) highkey inspired by john wick 1: movie
w.c: 3.1k
The thing about James Buchanan Barnes is that he tends to pedal back and forth to the real life, like testing a step in climbing a mountainâever since, he got the freedom of being himself again, he find it weird; like weirdâfor instance, foodâs ainât boiled anymore, music on the radio is present in televisions now, videos and photos are in a small device, clothes are not that heavy anymoreâand you, he find you weirdâa good kind of weird. Â
His curiosity peaked when you sat next to him at the party the Stark had, for whatever reason, you were sitting next to him and out of all the people at the party, all of the Avengers and riches: you chose to sit next to him. He know he should be wary of your action, he was sitting at the corner of the room and you were there next to him, but that seems to vanish when you smiled at him and said: âNot a big fan of crowds, Mr. Barnes?âÂ
He doesnât know if the alcohol is finally taking an effect on him but he knew you had this energy, something a bit promising and something he looks forward toâhe opted to ignore you: but how can he ignore someone like you, at first thought, he saw you as a beaming light: blinding yet he wants to indulge in it. âNot really, you?â His words left his mouth, as he offered the seat next to him to you, heâs still the 40s gentleman after all.Â
âJust wanna take a breather, Stark always throws parties, itâs kinda tiring at this point.â You chuckled as you sat next to him. â...You donât know who I am, do you?â you added, as he shook his head and drank his beer. âNo, should I?â
You nodded and smiled. âWell, youâll figure it out.â
That was the first mountain and it frightened him, how easily you made him talk more at that stupid party, he swore that maybe it was the alcohol talking but he knew it wasnât, so, he talked to you at the corner of the party, laughing stupidly at your jokes and you listening to his nostalgia: for the first time in 75 years, he felt like James. It wasnât a secret that he loved talking to Steve, hell, since they were kids, but with youâitâs different, itâs surprising, and that scared him. He was scared how you easily broke his walls; the night ended with you leaving but as he asked your name, for the first time he heard it, he continued to utter it: to remember it.
For the first time, heâs looking forward to the parties that Stark threw.
The second mountain was when he saw you againâbut this time, in a lab coat around the compound talking to Bruce. He was walking back to his room but he saw you, with all the wondered look in your face typing something, this time, he blamed his curiosityâon technology and on you. He knocked at the glass pane as he gave an awkward smile. Which, you returned with a soft smile and wave.Â
He found it weird, but in the back of his mind, he liked it. Somehow, he had this hopeful gaze as you went out to talk to him. âMr. Barnes.â You greeted, to which he smiled. âSo, thatâs why you said Iâll figure it outâyou gonna work with Bruce?â He asked.
You explained that youâre only there to help Bruce figure somethingâabout a research, to which Bucky didnât even listen to, he just wants to talk to you. It made him wonder though, was the remnants of the party tickling something at the back of his brain that he craves to talk to you, he barely knows youâyou barely know him, but still, he remained curious.Â
The day passes and he still sees you at Bruceâs laboratory and sometimes at the field, talking to Stark or the smart-kid with spider suit; most of the time, Clint. But at night, heâs with you.Â
It started a week ago, he woke up in cold sweat and heavy breathing; same nightmare whenever he closed his eyes. With no hope of going back to sleep, he walked out of his room to get a drink or something but a visible light from the laboratory was peeking at the living room. He peeked and saw you still working on writing something, he saw your concentrated look.Â
He wondered how long you were working, did you even eat, did you even take breaks, whereâs Bruceâbut his questions stopped when he saw you stood up, trying to get something on top shelves. Without meaning to, you entered the laboratory and grabbed it for you. âThaâBarnes? Why are you hereâŚ?â He felt his mouth dry, why was he here?Â
But your eyes quickly darted at his sweaty collar, his tensed shoulder, and shocked faceâbefore he could answer, you continued: âTea?â You asked, despite his initial hesitation, he nodded.Â
That second mountain changed everything for himâit was fun, he met another side of him never knew existed, so, every now and then, when he couldnât sleep: he knew where to find you and that comforted him.
The third mountain was when he came back from the mission and saw you waiting at the hangar. It was more of hesitation, were you there for him? For Wanda? Sam? For Stark? But no, you were actually there for him, he knew thatâwell, for whatever reason, he knew because why would you run to him and excitedly say: âI found it! The Hobbit, the one you had in 1937!â He grimaced at the excitement in your voice, as you pulled him to the side.
âWell itâs not the one you actually read, itâs like a version of it.â You shared, as he just listened intently, ignoring Sam who wants to get Bucky to the briefing. But none of it mattered, your laugh and excitement tingles something in him: uncertainty blooms in his chest, this was new.Â
In a sense that didnât scare him more like comforted him, woke himâin the heat of it all, he felt different. As the time passes, he knows you more than he knows himself, but that wasnât scary for him; itâs more he was thankful for. He knew how you prefer to write manually than input it in the amazing technology, he knew how you prefer the natural light in the field, he knew how you donât like plums.
But you on the other hand, knew the same: you knew Jamesâlike how he was fond of manual writing but technology thrills him, like how he likes the natural light but the lights in the building amazes him, and how plums are his favorite; it was different for you too.Â
Things are beginning to turn at this point, the team doesnât miss the lingering glances you two share: the dining table, missions, jet rides, movie nights, parties, and even briefing, you two were like steady stepping at the egg cracks causing everyone and no one to notice you, both of you. But, in the worlds of you and Bucky: you both knew, this was more than what you two expected.
âI like you, you knowâŚâ You mumbled one night, as you and him bond over tea as he is again awake from a nightmare. The soft glow of the lamp in the kitchen made him see youâyou look amazing, with a cheeky grin, he nodded. âI knowâŚâ His hand tangled with yours as he leaned into you.Â
His lips meet yours as you smile at the kiss. âI like you too.âÂ
You shared a giggle as you two pull away, he fell asleep that night, no nightmares, yet a dream with you, like he thought it was like going to prom all over againâand if it is, he knows you are his date: with no room for hesitation.Â
The fourth mountain was when James was injured when he came back from the mission, he glanced at your sleeping form next to his bed, he clutched his abdomen as he sat up: âSweets?â He felt bad waking you up, but he canât sleepâgod, he needs you near.
You immediately sat up as you went to him. âYeah?â He kissed your hand knuckles as he asked you to hold him as he drifted to sleepâyou held him that night: that night, his bleeding abdomen meant nothing because with you he felt so undamage, and that amazed him.
The longer Bucky stays at your equilibrium, he finds himself: liking and liking and liking, and liking you moreâhell, he was sure he loved you but why would take himâhe was broken, blood stains in his mind, a walking monsterâhow could anyone love someone like him?
âBucky?â
His eyes met you, was he in deep thought again.Â
âYea, doll?â
âOnce you get healed, I wanna go hiking with youâŚI bet itâs gonna be fun.â
He chuckled and nodded, âAlright, doll. Will do.â
Maybe someone would actually love him.Â
The fifth mountain was when the tide changes, Bucky wants to spend his entire lifetime with youâhe realized that at the party, like the night he first met you, but this time, he wants to punch John Walker for even talking to you. He knew he was being jealous over nothing, but, can you blame him, he loves you too much.
But in the creeping image of the Winter Soldier littered in his mind: You deserve someone who doesnât wake up at night, someone who would be bare with you without the fear of hurting youâyou deserve someone who isnât himâbetter than him.Â
The lingering thought sucked an air out of him, was it an attack? A real talk? He was grounded to reality when Sam tapped his shoulder.
âYou okay?â Sam asked as he met Samâs gaze and searched for you in the crowd. âRelax man, theyâre with Wanda. You looked out of it, everything okay? You need me to call them?â Bucky shook his head and gave Sam a smile. âNo, Iâm okay, Iâm just gonna head outââ as Bucky exited the partyâ
He breathed, he hated his voices sometimes: part of him wanted to spend his entire life with you but would you want thatâwith him? His guts were clinging into him but at the same time his thoughts entered his mind rapidly, but in the midst of it all, a lingering moment of him and you danced in his mind.
Somewhat, something sacredâsomething he wonât lose, he wishes he never loses.
â...Buck?â Your voice, you met his eyes and he looked confused, as you walked and cupped his cheeks. âEverything okay?â He leaned in your touch as he hummed. He usually shares a lie when asking questions like this but itâs you so, he went: âFar from it, doll.â
You gave him a sad smile, as you pulled him into a hug. âOh, babyâŚâ you muttered as you held him, he felt like a porcelain glassâhow did he even have you in his arms? In the lost moment of fear, comfort, and longingâhe finally found the words pulling in his brain.Â
âI think I love you, doll.âÂ
Just like a year ago, you copied what he said. âI knowâŚ.â You kissed his temple.
âI think I love you tooâŚâ Just like that the cold air in his mind finally lessened, the loud voices quiet down. In a brief moment, he was sure, he saw your eyes filled with constant reminders that you want this tooâyou want this with him. âI wanna spend my entire life with you, doll..â He breathed.
âWell, weâll figure it out, Bucky. For now, itâs me and you.â
That night he marked you as his, carving your body into his and memorizing the texture of your skin next to him. That night, he was bare, that in the brisk of the night, his scarred skin matches your warm body, how his lips made love on every piece of youâon how his eyes lingered in every edge of you.Â
On how his hand marked and shaped you into his. In the breathless night and fondled bed, you were his and he was yoursâthe night, it was him and you.Â
The sixth mountain was when he made love to youâ-but with a matching ring in each of your hands: as you were finally stole the Barnes. That night, the moon gleamed beautifully, in a beautiful suburb, he found home, world, and love in your handâgoodness, you were his.
âRetirement isnât bad if every night is like thisâŚâ He kissed your shoulder as you shook your head. âYou know you donât have to retire, I just suggested it becaââ He kissed your temple.
âI want this life with you, I want everything with youâI know, you told me that you love me for who I am, no matter what my past is..â He kissed your cheek. âBut all I had back then was knives and guns, just this once, I wanna hold youâno knives and no guns, but just you.â In that he kissed you, until all you tasted in your mouth was him.
As you slowly drift into slumber, you two planned life together, to cats, plants, vinyls, booksâ-and kids, he was looking forward to climbing the mountain of life: of him and you.
â yet the clouds somehow hated him; you had to go.
In the second year of your marriage, he had his life fall apart. All the plans, visions, and hopes fell apart, he clenched your hand tightly at the hospital: why were you sick? Why? Why? You two had plansâŚ
âBabyâŚâ You uttered weakly, as he lifted his head and caressed your head. âEverythingâs gonna be alright..â You assured him, he wanted to believe itâbut all he had was the sound of the machine indicating your heart: he nodded as he chose to believe you, just for a little bit: he tried to believe that everythingâs gonna be alright.Â
At night, he stared at your body with all the wires and notes attached to you: he hated destinyâwhy does it have to be him?Â
Approximately, itâs 6 years of knowing everything together, meeting at the party, sharing night teas, and liking each other, while itâs 2 years and 17 daysâthatâs how long you carried his last name; thatâs how your name was intertwined at the home in the suburbâthatâs how long you were his, until you werenât.
He buried you near the home you hoped to grow old with and every day, he would sit next to itâwishing he had more time with you, but all that is left is the sound of the wind as it bristles in his arms. He would cry too; hoped it was just a mere dreamâa nightmare, that once he wakes upâheâll have tea with you.
But he buried youâunder 6 feet was the 6 years of his heart finally beating as Bucky Barnes.
In the seventh day of his mourningâa delivery came over a letter and a pet box, under his name which was a scheduled sent, he hated that you knew you will be gone, but his longing of you was stronger, as he took the letter and pet boxâ
Hey, James.
He knew your handwriting, he loved itâas he imagined you writing it and saying it to him.
Iâm sorry, I know we planned to live our lives until our hairs are grayâbut here I am, lying in bed with no clue if I would wake up tomorrow. My life was always hanging on the thread, but that changed when you offered me a seat at the partyâchivalry isnât dead with you apparently.Â
He sat on the ground as he felt tears pooling his eyes.Â
I remember our secret tea datesâI wish I was hugging you every time you wake up from a nightmare, but I was scared youâre gonna push me away if I didâif you still had nightmares, hereâs the recipeâ
He chuckled as he read the recipe in the letter, as you mentioned all the memories you two sharedâthe same promises and hope, love, longing, and comfortâhis eyes drifted further as he knew: you knew your time had come, the way the letter was written, it wasnât an assurance, it was a good-bye.
He couldnât go on as he read through the letter, reading emotions he wasnât aware you were feeling, his longingness, he read the memory where he asked you to be hisâI remember when we climbed a mountain, it was really chilly and snowy that day but still, you agreed to do it because I asked you to, that was new to me, Buckyâbut it was the best, but as we climbed on top and you asked me to be yours: I never wanted anything more in my life.Â
He wanted you more than anything in this life. He felt himself slowly falling apart againâdestiny was definitely pulling tricks on him.
But Bucky, I know Iâm being unfair but I want you to live, my love. Your youth has been stolen from you and I donât want to be the reason why your life would stopâonce Iâm gone. I love you, Jamesâtiming is a bit cruel, donât you think? You retired for me and yet I left you alone.
All I wanna say is sorry, BuckyâI love you so much, I wish we had more time. I wouldâve loved to see a child with a splitting image of us: I wanted us to be moreâto be a family, but this is all the time I had and I can give: I know youâll be in the loop but be ready to love again, Buckyâlove always suits you. I love you, James.
You signed the letter with your name and his surnameâa bittersweet farewell: as he readâto love againâa bitter taste left his mouth, until he placed the letter down and lifted the boxâa soft pur was heard, as well as a collar. A sad chuckle left his lips: â...oh, doll.â
Though, thereâs a kiss of sadness in his chest, a smile left his lips as he traced the name on the collar. âOf course, you wouldâŚâ
In the seventh mountain, Bucky retraces his steps, with your ring and his dangling in his dog tags he ran inside a building hastily, as he sat down in a group session. He listened to a circle of people talking about their lossâas he listened intently, he found himself lowering his jacket.
âThereâs some old faces, are you ready to share, James?â he nodded as he smiled.
âI am James BarnesâŚor Bucky..â He put the zipper of his jacket all the way down. âAnd this is Alpine.â as he petted the cat and purred. He smiled knowingly, a high mountain of fun, comfort, home, and a mountain of just him and you, at lastâhe finally pedalled forward, with Alpine on his side.
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Bad Idea Right?
Pairings: Ex!Joe burrow x Ex!Reader Warnings:Alcohol use, situationship, mentions of sex Summary- What happens when y/n gets a text message from someone in her past that her friends are not fond of? Her friends tell her not to go but it canât be a bad ideaâŚ. right?
Who would have thought I would end the night with him, In his bed cuddled with him like we are together. Should I regret it? Probably. Do I regret it? Hell no! Have you seen this man he is literally a walking hercules and who am I to block an opportunity that I was given. Anyways, you may be asking, "y/n what the heck are you even talking about?". Well let's go back to earlier in the day where everything started.
My friends and I were talking about throwing a party and I couldn't be more excited. I needed something to get my mind off of him. Me and Joe are kinda rocky when it comes to a relationship. We broke up about two months ago. Usually when two people break up they dont talk to each other, buttttt me and Joe have been sneaking around for the past two weeks. No one knows about this, not my friends, not his friends just sneaking around like two teenagers.Â
As we all sit on my couch we start talking about party details, yâknow the time, who to invite the food, all that good boring stuff when out of nowhere melody says this.
âWell since we're talking about personal invites I don't think you should invite Joe y/nâ- MelodyÂ
âWhy would I invite Joe? We're done. Overâ I said lying through my teeth knowing that we were still hooking up.
âI'm just saying you seem to be tense each time you see him. Like that one time we were watching tv and his Bose ad came on. You looked like you saw a ghost.â She says laughing.
âI was Just shocked at his dance moves, I thought I taught him better when we took that dance class.â and that was true we did take a dance class but let's just say, Joeys not dancing for a while.
âI wasn't the worst i've seen but also not the bestâ- Kaylee says while writing something down.
OK! Can we stop talking about my ex, kinda getting weird.Â
âOk but just know Joe Burrow is not allowed through these doors.â Melody says in a serious tone.
âGot it Not allowed through the doors.â I say looking at her.Â
âI'll just let him in the backyardâ I say in my head.
Getting ready for the party I put on my outfit and did my makeup. As I'm putting on my mascara I get a facetime. I look at the screen and immediately knew it was joe as his contact name is âLOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONINGđŠˇâ showed up. Reluctantly I picked up the phone.
âWhat?â I say in a aggravated toneÂ
âWell hello to you tooâ Joe says, rolling his eyes on the other side of the phone.
 âWhat are you doing?â he says, trying to change the vibe of the call.
Getting ready-i say in a sassy tone.
âFor?â- Joe
âMy partyâ-y/n
âAnd i didnt get an invite?â joe says with that cocky smile on his faceÂ
âDidn't think you needed one considering we were not really togetherâ- I say side eyeing him so hard you could feel it.
âJust because we're not together doesn't mean we cant be friendsâ- joeÂ
âIf this is what you call just friends I would love to see what you do with people you hate.â i say laughing
âYou know what i meanâ - Joe
âFriends dont have sex nearly every night and talk to each other the way we do.â- y/n
âWell friends also don't hide things from each otherâ Joe says, placing the phone down so I could see him.
âI didn't invite you because you are not allowed to come, you are not exactly on my friend's good side right now.â- y/n
 My friend did not like Joeto much after the shit they had heard about him from endless phone calls to late night gossip sessions at the house. He didn't hurt me like cheat or anything. He is actually a nice guy but anyone who plays mind games and gaslights is a no no in my friend's book.
âNothing new, I wasn't on their good side when we were together.â- Joe
âBut since I can't come to you, how about you come to me?â- JoeÂ
âAnd why would I do that?â I genuinely asked because who was he to think I would leave my own party for him.
Because we can't get enough of each other no matter how hard we try we both know that we will all go back.
And Joe was right, no matter how hard I tried to move on, no one seemed to understand me like Joe does. He knows everything about me. He accepts me for who I am and vice versa. Still sad we didn't work out due to commitment and trust issues. I think when the time's right Joe and I will be perfect for eachother.
âWell I'll think about it.â- I sayÂ
âGood, let me know when you decide.â - Joe
I was having the time of my life. My friends made sure I didn't even think about joe. So much that I forgot to even remind him if I was coming or not.Â
In the middle of taking group shots I feel a vibrate coming from my hip.
LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONINGđŠˇ- u still coming??
âDon't do it.â-Kaylee says, looking over my shoulder.
âWho said I was?â
âYou didn't say that but the look on your face said otherwise.â
âOkay but would you pass up a chance to just go back to your ex for one night.âÂ
âOne night more like two weeks but she didn't need to know that right now.â
âNo I wouldn't, he cheated and I'll be damned if I go back to him just to disrespect myself again.â
âWell I won't if i will make you happy.â
âGoodâ
Okay sooo im going to his house. You guys may say I have little respect for myself but all the respect leaves my body when I see that man. You get in a room alone with Joe Burrow and see how long you last without being all over him. Plus, can't be that bad of an idea right?
With my luck the rain decided to pour harder and completely drench me. Rushing to my car I hopped in and started it. I quickly texted Joe back telling him I was on my way. Thankfully The drive from my house to joes is not that far at all. Getting out of the car rushing to get to the front door as the rain came down on me. When I kid you not to say this man is a QB he is not quick on his feet off the field. I literally took him forever to open the door.Â
Walking in the house I'm immediately tackled into hugs and kisses . After a while pushing wavy from him I decided I needed to put my clothes somewhere because wet clothes just don't feel comfortable.Â
Eventually me and Joe decided to chill on the couch and talk for a while. And lets just say after the talk and cuddles the door was locked to that bedroom and that's how we got to this morningÂ
I woke up to like a million texts from my friends asking me why I disappeared in the middle of the party and I just told them all that I didn't feel well and went up early to sleep. Looking over left I see Joe sleeping with his arms wrapped around me. Part of me felt bad for lying to my friends about going to sleep early but technically i did lie i said I was sleep I just didn't say where.
hey guys! I'm gonna try to start putting out more fics . I chose to do this as a fun hobby and I just don't want it to feel and chore or job but if you want to request fics you are welcome to do so đŠˇ
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Please tell me about the guy in your college dorm who got scurvy, I love a good modern day scurvy story. Like bro, have a delightful lemon-parm chicken
So in uni I lived in a co-ed dorm building where we had single-person rooms and shared a common room, washrooms/showers, laundry, and a kitchen. We also had a dining hall that we could purchase meal plans from (which i also had all 4 years, because i juggled full time school and 2 jobs at the same time. I did NOT have the time to cook for myself and I would not have done so in that kitchen to be frank). The building was split up into a bunch of different houses which we took personality quizzes to get assigned to in order to limit the amount of conflicts that would happen in this living situation. I was put in the smallest house (there were only 20 of us) and it was full of real chill like-minded people who liked to watch movies with me. This guy was the next door away from me, but wasn't my immediate next door neighbour because the stairwell broke up our house down the middle.
He was the house shut-in. He didn't really join any of the hang outs in the common room, or go out clubbing with us, he just kinda shut himself in his dorm room and never came out. Eventually we stopped slipping invitations to things under his door like we did with everyone else because there was no point. But I saw him in the dining hall and I saw him swiping a meal card a few times so I knew he was on the meal plan, meaning i KNEW he had access to fruit and veggies and even just like, juice. The food wasn't good but you had all the opportunities in the world to make it good FOR you, if that makes sense.
One of my jobs at this point was as an overnight security guard for an apartment building. I would come back around 4am and then crash out until 11 or 12 and then go to my afternoon and night classes. This is relevant because I was coming back into the building after a shift once in full uniform while he was sitting on the front steps and looking like he was hungover to the point of near-unconsciousness. I ask if he's feeling okay, if he needs anything, he waves me off and says he just needs some air. I'm like okay well, you know which doors mine if you change your mind bud.
He was an enigma who never spoke to us so I waved the situation off as too much college partying or something.
Over the next few days this becomes a common sight among everyone, who says they would also come back from their part time jobs or outings to him nearly passed out on a courtyard bench or something, a few people said they heard someone throwing up in our floor's shared bathroom.
About a week later I come back from my shift as usual and crash in bed until noon, expecting to wake up and go to my classes as usual. I grab my school bag and throw my regular coat and boots on and walk to class. I liked to sit in the back of that lecture hall because that prof had a rule that you were allowed to eat in his class as long as you sat in the last 3 rows, so I'd bring my breakfast and coffee in one of the dining hall to go boxes. I did not end up eating my breakfast or drinking my coffee.
In fact I did not make any notes on my laptop.
In fact, the house discord server blew up while I was asleep.
This guy, this fucking guy, had gone to our don (RA, basically) and told her he needed to go to the ER and then passed out on her couch. She doesn't have a car because none of us did, so everyone who was there and awake ended up dragging him to the closest hospital that was a few blocks away from campus on foot. Why they did not call an ambulance or at least an Uber is beyond me, but panic does weird things to people.
Reading through this in the corner of my eye before class starts, I have forgotten about class entirely. I have forgotten about my breakfast and my coffee. A few people were asking if they should ask for the don's master key and wake me up, thinking that i might have training in these things from what my job was (i did), and then others shut them down saying "no, let him sleep. He gets home at 4:30 in the morning" (WHY DIDNT YOU WAKE ME UP I WOULDNT HAVE CARED IF YOU SAID SOMEONE WAS HAVING A MEDICAL EMERGENCY. I COULDVE AT LEAST KEPT YOU ALL CALM AND DELEGATED TASKS)
I send a message in just saying "guys I'm up now what is going on" with an @everyone attached.
Instantly get "several people are typing." That's never a good sign.
So this guy was in the ER for hours getting IV-fed. Because he had scurvy. And they had to vitamin C infuse him. Because he hadn't eaten a single fruit or vegetable or anything derived from a plant the entire school year. He got SCURVY. IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2019.
Bro eat a fruit. EVER?? But he just didn't. He just never did. He had fucking scurvy. He passed out and had bleeding gums and his teeth almost fell out. Because he had scurvy.
He did not come back the next school year because his parents pulled him out of the dorms on the basis that he couldn't be trusted to take care of himself after that incident. And I do not blame them at all. Ma'am your kid can't be trusted to eat one (1) orange all year.
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No ghostface. Mindy invites reader and the whole group to spend the weekend at their familyâs cabin in the woods. No mansion cabin, something small. That means your ex, Chad, is also going to be there. Him and Tara spend a lot of time together so you assume theyâre a thing and Chad knows that you have a new boyfriend, but you broke up with him a few days before the trip (said another girlâs name in bed or something equally shitty) and Mindy insisted you come so you wouldnât be sad in your dorm
Request: all weekend. You canât sleep on the first night so you get up and end up alone with Chad in the kitchen andâŚthings happen
Two longer requests in the same week? Am I back? (I'm trying to get through the requests I got in January first, be patient with me!)
Warnings: 18+, mention of cheating, p + v, public sex (kinda but not really)
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ââOut of the way! I really need to pee!ââ Mindy shouted, keys in hands and making a run for the door.Â
You chuckled at her antics. A part of you was questioning if she actually had to pee or if it was a trick to get away from unloading the car.
Chad unlocked the trunk and you ducked under his arm to grab your bags.Â
The cabin was nothing fancy like you see in movies. Just a regular family cabin â small and cozy. Mindy said their grandpa built it in the 70s, which explained the retro ambiance. Everything was mismatched, yet went perfectly together.Â
To avoid any bickering, the sleeping arrangements had been settled before arriving. The cabin had two bedrooms â one of them had two single beds â and a pull-out couch. Mindy and Anika were taking the master bedroom, you and Tara the twins' old bedroom, and Chad got the short stick and had to share the pull-out with Ethan. They were roommates, so it wasnât weird.Â
It was already late afternoon when you got to the cabin, so you didnât have much time for anything other than unpacking before getting started on dinner.Â
ââWhereâs Chad?ââ Ethan asked, not seeing him in the kitchen.Â
Mindy, who was chopping potatoes, rolled her eyes. ââProbably hiding to get away from helping make dinner. He always does it at home. He mysteriously disappears, then âsurpriseâ heâs back when all the chores are finished.ââÂ
ââYouâre wrong, babe,ââ Anika chimed in, correcting her girlfriend. ââHe left to get some wood with Tara.ââÂ
Of course he went with Tara.Â
After dinner, you went to your room to change into pajamas. While looking through your bags, you realized that Jasonâs bracelet broke and had fallen from your wrist, mirroring the state of your relationship. In a few weeks, you would have found it funny, but for now it only brought tears to your eyes.Â
Fuck. You promised yourself you wouldnât cry on this trip.
As if she knew, Mindy popped in the doorway. ââWhatâs taking you so long, weâreâ Are you crying?ââ
You wiped your face, erasing all traces of incriminating tears. ââNo.ââÂ
ââLiar.ââ She sat beside you on the bed and pulled you in a hug, knowing all about Jason. ââStop thinking about him and come watch a movie with us. Uncle Randy had the best collection of VHS tapes,ââ Mindy said, trying to get your mind off him. ââIâm sure we can find one where the cheating asshole gets his head chopped.ââÂ
A small smile drew on your lips. You couldnât ask for a better best friend.Â
*
You turned over and tried to fall asleep for the fifth time, but it was pointless. All you could think about was Jason and that girl from Phi Iota Mu. Pushing the quilt to the end of the bed, you got up and walked as quietly as you could into the kitchen, trying to not wake anyone.
ââCanât sleep either?ââ someone whispered.Â
Startled, you cursed under your breath. ââAre you trying to kill me?ââ
Chad laughed. ââCanât handle a little jumpscare?ââ He was leaning against the counter and snacking on the home-made cookies Anika had brought. ââWant one?ââÂ
You accepted the cookie, breaking off a piece but not eating it yet. ââWhy are you awake?ââÂ
ââEthan moves a lot when he sleeps,ââ Chad explained, scrunching his face in annoyance. ââHe kicked my back three times with his knee and elbowed me in the face. I donât know how Iâm gonna put up with him all weekend.ââ
You glanced at the couch where Ethan shifted underneath the blanket like a sleeping restless child. ââWhy didnât you ask to share with Tara?ââ
A frown creased your midnight partnerâs face. ââWhy would I want to share a bed with Tara?ââÂ
You shrugged, avoiding eye contact as you continued to eat your cookie. ââI donât know. Youâve been spending a lot of time with her. I assumed thatâââÂ
Chad sighed, interrupting and correcting. ââThereâs nothing between me and Tara,ââ he said, his eyes on you like he was making a promise. ââItâs not like that. Weâve been friends since we were kids â sheâs like family.ââÂ
You nodded, continuing eating your cookie in silence in the dim light of the overhead stove light.Â
Minutes passed, neither you or Chad talking. Surprisingly, your mind didnât drift where it shouldnât. It was peaceful.Â
Until the silence was broken.
ââI didnât want to ask while the others were there, but I know something is clouding your mind. Weâve dated long enough for me to know your body language. Iâm probably not the person youâd choose to confide in, but if you want to talk, Iâm here.ââ Chadâs gaze softened as he looked at you, making sure you knew that he meant it.Â
When you think of a person to pour your heart to, your ex boyfriend is not the first one in line, but the ache within pushed the words past your lips. ââYou were right about Jason.ââÂ
Then, tears started flowing.
It didn't take long for Chad to understand.Â
Without saying a word, he stepped in and pulled you into a hug. Itâs been months since he held you like that, yet your bodies still molded perfectly together. You rested your head on his chest, letting the tears flow freely as they wetted his shirt.Â
ââI should have listened to you,ââ you cried into his chest, guilt and regret filling you although you werenât the one who cheated.
You thought Chadâs warning about his teammateâs antics was him being jealous, that he had said this so you wouldn't get with someone else. Maybe a part was, but Jason had a reputation for cheating on his girlfriends. He bragged about his hookups in the locker rooms and at practice all the time. Â
Chad loosened his hold and lifted your chin, using his thumb to wipe your tears. ââNext time I see him, Iâllâââ
ââPlease donât,ââ you said, teary eyes looking up at him. ââItâs gonna draw attention to the situation and I donât want to become a campus gossip. I justâŚwant to forget him.ââÂ
Although he really wanted to punch right now, he respected your wish. Nothing was said about not giving him a nasty glare at practice on Monday, though.Â
ââI can help you with that.ââ Seconds after the words were out, Chadâs eyes widened when he realized how it sounded. ââShit, notâ I mean watching movies or going for a walk, notâŚsex.ââÂ
You could see the embarrassment on his face, truly not meaning to say that.Â
What if you were interested in this method? What is it that they say again? The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.Â
You wouldnât get with a stranger â Tinder hookups were always disastrous. But Chad didn't sound like a bad idea. He was caring and generous in bed, you always loved how tall he was and how he would manhandle you. He also had a very nice body.Â
ââWhat if thatâs what I want?ââ You moved your hand up his chest, your eyes catching Chadâs.Â
ââA-are you sure?ââ he asked. He would never take advantage of your vulnerability to satisfy his dick.Â
You nodded, reached the back of his neck to pull him down to your level. ââIâve never been more sure of something.ââ You ended your sentence with his kiss, bringing his lips over yours.
The next minutes were a mess of kissing and fumbling with clothes while trying to be as quiet as possible. It wasnât easy when Chadâs thick fingers were pushing in and out of you at a toe-curling pace, but the walls of the cabin were thin and Ethan was still sleeping on the pull-out couchâŚliterally a few feet away.Â
He bit back a groan when you squeezed his fingers, your arousal covering them as you gripped and mouthed at his shoulder, trying to muffle any sounds. Being quiet during sex was never something you mastered.Â
ââI almost forgot how tight you feel,ââ Chad hissed, replacing his fingers with his cock and slowly filling you up.
You crushed your lips together again, your hands exploring his arms, his neck, his back, his shoulders as he began to move his hips, drawing gradually out of you and inching smoothly back in over and again. It was a frustrating pace â and felt more like making love than casual sex â, but fuck it felt good.Â
Chad truly was a good lay.Â
Soon enough your legs began to ache from the height difference, but he gripped your thighs to hoist you up. You wrapped them around his waist and the slight change caused Chadâs cock to hit deeper, eliciting a moan from you which you prayed no one heard.Â
Once Chad came with a choked noise of pleasure, he set you down on the counter and you stood there for a moment, catching your breaths.Â
ââWhatâs the assholeâs name again?ââÂ
You giggled against Chadâs chest, feeling your mixed cum leak from your pussy and onto the counter. ââI donât know⌠Felix?ââ you said, mistaking Jasonâs name on purpose.Â
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ASK: I'd like to read something about Simon, please, counseling his teenage son perhaps, with reader. He's probably been in a fight and when he gets home in finds reader putting a band aid on some of his wounds. The rest is up to your imagination, thank you! ⨠I love what you write!
A/N: Sorry this is kinda rushed but it inspired me and itched my brain
Tommy was the oldest son, and he was often like a replica of Simon, which you adored. He'd always been a bit big for his size, at 6'4 at 16 he's tall and muscular from his workouts with Simon. He's honestly a duplicate of Simon in so many ways, but to his younger sister, he often acts like you in the way he cares for her. Lillie was his 14 year old sister, and they went to school together, Lillie was a lot more soft spoken than Tommy. One day after school, Tommy and Lillie were walking home together, unlike usual, Lillie wasn't waffling on about her usual book she'd been reading.
--- She stormed up to her room, chucking her bag on the bottom of the stairs. You looked confused. "Tommy, is she okay?"
He shook his, kissing your cheek. "Don't know, she's been weird all day." You brushed his dirty blonde hair. "Look out for her, for me." "Always do mum." You nod, hugging him. "Where's dad?" "He's in contact with a dog breeder, might have to foster a few dogs again." You clean the table, "I'm thinking of getting you and Lillie a dog each." "Why?" You laugh, "Sound just like your father." He scoffs. "I'll go check on her." You reassure him. --- A few hours later you finally come out of Lillie's room, finally comforting her to sleep, Simon is finally home and he's exhausted, not having had any sleep last night. "Simon." You say softly, leaning into his warm embrace, he kisses you sweetly. "Shhh... I know, Tommy said." He comforts you, knowing how you are and that you'll stress about your kids endlessly. The next morning Simon is cooking a full English breakfast for everyone, whilst you spend the morning braiding Lillie's hair, getting her ready for school. --- It was during school when it broke out, the fight, Tommy punched a guy in his year. He'd dropped to the floor quickly. No one snitched about what happened to the teachers. Lillie hugged Tommy when they were walking home together. "Did he touch you?" He asked. Lillie just sobbed crying. Thomas was so alike to his dad in the way if anyone fucked with his father he felt a strong urge to kill. ---
"What happened?" You snatched his right hand, noticing the skin breakage, then looking at Lillie's red and puffy eyes. "Sit both of you." Both Thomas and Lillie sit down. You went and grabbed the medkit. "Lillie - now, what happened?" You begin disinfecting his knuckles as Lillie sniffles. "A guy in Tommy's year - he - followed me into the bathroom and he-" Your heart pounded and everything became a blur, the thought of someone hurting your baby girl made you sick. "Mum." Tommy's voice brought you out of your daze. "Did you punch him?" You ask, as you wrap his knuckles. "Course." You smile, tears falling, you kiss his wrapped knuckled and sit beside Lillie pulling her to lie down in your lap as you play with her hair. Lillie falls asleep and Tommy carries her to bed, and you two sit back down on the sofa. "Did you two fight?" "One punch and he was out like a light." "Your father - he -" "If I didn't do it, he would've done it to be fair."
---
When Simon comes home, he notices every little detail. "What happened?" You wipe your tears. "Someone touched Lillie, so I punched him." "Damn fucking right." He goes to his cupboard opening his expensive bourbon, pouring Tommy a glass. "Where is she?" "Upstairs-" He's storming up the stairs and waking Lillie, next thing you hear are sobs, Lillie's sobs. Your heart breaks, but she walks down with her father, clinging to him. "We are ordering Lillie's favourite and we're drinking. She's old enough." You grab glasses as Tommy orders take away, you drink and giggle, hugging your children together. Before you're blurting out information about the guy and his family. "What? Did some digging about him... not the first time he did something like that, he's changed 3 schools last 2 years." Lillie smiles softly, nodding. "Lovie, calm down, me and Tommy are going to his family tomorrow to talk." Simon coddles Lillie sweetly. --- You and Lillie sleep cuddled together. Your arms wrapped tightly around her. She gets up to go school, but you ask her if she wants to stay home. "No, wanna go school." She says sleepy. You nod and get up. Helping her. Tommy and Simon, are already out, and you shake your head hoping they're okay. "They're fine mum." She reassures you. "Are you?" "I will be." Your eyes water and you nod at her resilient behaviour. She was so gorgeous and intelligent. You kiss her temple. "He touches you I will castrate him, already got the new electric knife." You say lowly, frowning. "Don't go." You whisper in her ear. "Please, you need time okay? Stay at home." Her eyes water and she nods.
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AITA for not letting my brother (25M) use my mom car.
Sorry, not an english speaker so maybe weird grammar.
I (29F) honestly thing i might be TA here but let me kinda justify myself.
My brother wanted to use my mother's car for delivery (think Uberfood) and I vehemently disagree as it is the only car in the household.
For context, my brother has a history of, let say, fucking up. But the biggest fuck up is when he crashed my mom's friend car which I cited as protest. It is also the reason why we're in debt and why there's only one car.
So, our car had to go into service, so we didnt have any transportation to go to work. So my mom friend generously loaned her second car for the week. My brother was back from his overseas work and were staying with us.
He persuaded my mom to let him use the car for the evening and my mom agreed as long as he come back that night. The next day rolled around and he isnt back, and I have to go to work. So we called him multiple times before he finally picked up and assured us he's coming back. 30 min later, another call.
He got in to an accident.
He had broke his nose and bruised his chest and arm, but he's fine. That's the good news.
Bad news he rammed into another car, wrecking both in the process. The other car driver was also fine, minor bruises and all that.
Alright fine, the insurance will cover 85% of it, its not the worst thing.
Worst news, my brother doesnt have his license.
Like i said, he's been working overseas and only comes back for two weeks leave every three months or so. The license renewal is every two years. He has had plenty of times to renew his license. Worst he had lied he had renewed his license. It was only after the other driver called the police did he admitted that he didnt renew his license.
So now, no insurance. We're now in 50k in debt.
I say we because my mom had to take out a loan to pay for his car wreck and because it ended up not being enough, I also end up taking out a loan. He couldnt do it because he has a criminal record so we had to. Also had to sell our car for a cheaper one because the loan bleed us dry
He promised he would pay us back for the loan as soon as he starts working again.
Less than six months later, he lost his job because it was a scamming scheme company.
Now he is back and he wants to start doing deliveries and I am not having it. I told him that he needs to look for a job that doesnt require him using the car as he has a motorcycle he can use. And he keeps bringing up the fact that using the car means he can get more deliveries done as it is more comfortable which means more income, and the fact that I cant even drive myself, so i shouldnt have an opinion.
(I cant drive due to physical disability. Its mild but my mom does have to drive me to work.)
So, AITA for not letting my brother use my mom car?
What are these acronyms?
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haknyeon x fem!reader
summary: haknyeon is a good friend, so of course he wants eric to listen to his heart and be happy. that's the only reason he tells him not to get back together with youâor is it?
tags: friends (?) to ?, suggestive, hooking up, (light) manipulation, alcohol consumption, rich kid au, unrequited love, non-linear story telling
wc: 2.5k
a/n: you could consider this a gossip girl au--iykyk lol anway this is kind of a mess but i had to get it out of my system so here we are
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Haknyeon watched you with hawk eyes as you came through the door of the hotel bar, your steps sharp and your make-up just the tiniest bit smudged. His instincts told him something must have happened with Ericâor maybe it was the fact that he remembered you were supposed to be having a very special date with him tonight, planning to take things a step further. You pulled up the stool next to him to sit down and immediately looked for the bartender, who seemed busy chatting with some girls at the other end of the counter.
âWhat brings you here?â Haknyeon asked, propping up his chin on the palm of his hand, âWerenât you supposed to spend the night elsewhere?â
âShut up, Hak,â you scoffed, still trying to get the bartenderâs attention.
âDonât be like that, sunshine,â he said with a smile, pushing his drink in your direction. âTell me what happened, Iâll lend you an ear.âÂ
You didnât hesitate to take the glass and down it in one go. âAs if I still need to tell you. Iâm sure Eric told you he was going to dump me, and you watched me run into this disaster of a night, probably laughing behind my back that I thought I could save this relationship if Iâ,â you interrupted yourself before putting the words out there, opting to wave for the bartender instead, who finally noticed you and moved to refill yourâHaknyeonâsâglass. Meanwhile Haknyeon was just staring at you in disbelief.
âHe dumped you?â He felt genuinely surprised. He did know that Eric had been acting a little weird these days, but he never thought he would actually consider breaking up with you, not when Ericâs family was so keen on your relationship.
âDonât even pretend to care.â
You tried so hard to look composed, your pride keeping you from breaking down, but Haknyeon saw the way your hands trembled when you lifted the refilled glass to your lips.
âBut I do,â he whispered, âI do care.â
Haknyeonâs mind was stuck elsewhere, cold and empty bed sheets mainly, so he was barely able to pay attention to what his friend was sayingâat least until your name suddenly got mentioned.
âI think Iâll get back together with y/n.â Eric said it so casually, as if that werenât the worst news Haknyeon had ever heard. He stopped in his tracks, feet rooted to the parkâs pebbled path.Â
âWhat?â
âMaybe the break up was kinda rash.â
âWas it really? You said it was for the best when you broke up with her. Why suddenly change your mind? Realized you love her after all?â
Eric bit his lower lip. âItâs not that,â he mumbled. âIt's justâit's really important to my family that I stay with her. They even brought up Grandma's engagement ring.â
âThe ring, huh?â Haknyeon tried to play it cool, huffing a weak laugh, âItâs that serious?â
âThey need that deal with her mom and she might not invest because of the break upâŚâÂ
Haknyeon could tell from the way his shoulders slumped that Eric wasnât happy about this. He didnât want to get back together with you, he didnât want to toy with your feelings like that, but he didnât want to disappoint his family either.
âStill,â Haknyeon looked at his friend with concern, âShouldnât you listen to your heart on this? Think it through before you do anything. Donât be a pushover, donât make yourself miserable.â
âYeah, I guess youâre right,â Eric kicked a pebble with his foot, âBut Iâve already texted her to meet up tonight. Talk things through, you know?
âYouâwhat?â
He shrugged and it looked truly pitiful. âThey really put pressure on me, you know?â
Haknyeon sighed, running his hand through his hair. Heâd been convinced things between the two of you were over, for good. âBut you donât love her,â he reasoned.Â
 âIâm sure I could, if I just try hard enough.â
âIt's not about trying, Eric. And even then, are you sure you can make her love you?"
âWhat do you mean?â Eric looked genuinely confused at his words, perhaps even hurt. âShe loves meâshe said she did?â
âYou broke up with her. She moved on.â
âHow do you know?â There was a frown etched onto his features.
Haknyeon pressed his lips together, a show of how painful it was to be the harbinger of bad news to his good friend. âI didn't want to tell you, but she hooked up with someone else after your break up.â
âWho is it? And who told you that?â
âDoes it matter? She doesnât want you anymore, Eric."
It was a lie. You would always want him, Haknyeon knew that very well. He just wished it was different.
Haknyeon hadnât met with you since the night of your break up with Eric, but god, how heâd longed to see you again. You looked pretty, all dolled up, and Haknyeon hated that it wasnât for him.
âWhatâs up, sunshine?â He put on a smile, sitting down next to you at the very same counter where youâd shared drinks just a week ago.
âWhat do you want, Hak?â
âIs that any way to greet a friend?â With a small wave of his hand the bartender poured him a drink and sat it down in front of him.
âWhatever, just donât get too comfortable. Iâm waiting for someone.â
âEric?â He took a sip of his drink, âare you sure heâll come?â
âHeâs just running late,â you insisted, nursing your own glass, but Haknyeon could see the insecurity in your eyes.
âWanna bet, if youâre so confident?â
âSure, bring it on.â
A smile spread on Haknyeonâs lips. âAlright. If you win, Iâll owe you a favor.â
âAnything goes?â
âAnything.â
âAnd if I lose?â
âYouâll be mine.â He held out his hand, âDeal?â
You frowned. âWhat kind of bet is that?â
âWhere did your confidence go? There is nothing to worry about, unless of course, you donât think heâll show up after all?â Haknyeon knew you were too prideful to back down from the challenge, and you proved him right when you took his hand.
âFine. Deal. But now leave, he'll come any second and I don't want you to be here."
"As you wish." He took his glass and sat down in one of the corner booths instead, with a good view of the door. He knew Eric wouldnât come, he knew, and yet there was still this underlying fear that his friend would come waltzing in here, as if today's conversation had never happened. Maybe Haknyeon hadnât been able to convince him, maybe he'd changed his mind, maybe he'd realized in the face of losing you that he was in love with you after allâthere were too many variables for Haknyeon to feel truly calm. Not that he would ever let it show, though. No, Haknyeon nursed his drink with class and confidence, indulging whoever came to start a conversation with him and pretending not to grow more nervous with every second. That was, until you appeared at the booth, not meeting his gaze when you laid your phone onto the table in front of him.
âLetâs just go,â you said, already strutting towards the elevator.
Haknyeonâs eyes dropped to your phone screen, Ericâs chat open for him to see with the newest message being mere minutes old.
iâm sorry, y/n.
He pressed his lips together. Of course, heâd known it would be like this, hoped for it too, but he still felt sorry for you. You didnât deserve this, but neither did you deserve to stay in a relationship that was only held up out of a sense of duty. You deserved to be loved.Â
Haknyeon scrambled to his feet, emptying his glass and pocketing your phone before hurrying after you. The elevator arrived with a ping the second he caught up, and he followed you into the small, mirrored space. You didnât look up, nor did you press any buttons, so Haknyeon did it in your stead, going up to his penthouse suite.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered when the doors closed, handing you back your phone. You just let out a scoff. âDonât bother. You must be so happy about this, you love winning.â
âYeah,â he stepped a little closer, his hands ghosting over your upper arm, âbut I love you more. I love you.â He meant it, but he knew you didnât believe him. Or maybe you just needed it to be untrue, because it made things easier for you. He couldnât blame you.
âSure,â your voice was lifeless as you wrapped your arms around his neck, still not meeting his gaze as you walked him back until he bumped into the handrail on the wall of the elevator, âI love you too.â
âNo, you donât,â his hands found your lower back and his nose lightly nuzzled your neck.
âNo,â you agreed before you tilted your head and brushed your lips against his, âbut just for tonight I can pretend.â
He kissed you back, only pulling away when the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. You pulled him out into the small hallway to the door of his suite waiting for him to unlock it, but he hesitated.
âAre you sure?â
You raised an eyebrow, âThis was your bet.â
âYeah. But that doesnât matter if you donât want this.â
âWhere are these qualms coming from suddenly, Hak?â You leaned into him, your lips ghosting over his, âItâs too late for reservations. Did you forget that we already crossed the line once?â
As if he could ever forget about it, as if he hadnât spent every waking moment thinking about it since it happened. âDoesnât mean we have to cross it again.â
You reached into his jacket, fishing out the key card from the inner pocket. âBut I want to.â
âFine,â he pulled you into a kiss before he let go, giving you the room to unlock the door, âbut donât complain later.â
âWhat brings you here?â Haknyeon asked, propping up his chin on the palm of his hand, âWerenât you supposed to spend the night elsewhere?â
âShut up, Haknyeon,â you scoffed, still trying to get the bartenderâs attention.
âDonât be like that, sunshine,â he said with a smile, pushing his drink in your direction. âTell me what happened, Iâll lend you an ear.âÂ
âAs if I still need to tell you. Iâm sure Eric told you he was going to dump me, and you watched me run into this disaster of a night, probably laughing behind my back because I thought maybe I could save this relationship if Iââ
âHe dumped you?âÂ
âDonât even pretend to care.â
âBut I do,â he whispered into his glass, too quiet for you to hear over the noise of the bar, âI do care.â
âJust do what you do best: distract me,â you added with another sip from your drink.
A grin played on Haknyeonâs lips. If that was what you wanted, he could do that. âI know just the place,â he said, getting up from his stool and holding out his hand for you to take.Â
âLead the way,â you replied, taking the offer and letting him guide you out of the hotel bar and into the cityâs nightlife.Â
As the night went on, a few drinks too many on either side, you started to loosen up, forgetting about your pain and heartbreak. Haknyeon loved seeing you like that, smiling and dancing without inhibition. He hadnât seen you laugh so wild and free in a long time, not since things with Eric had started to go downhill, and even though he hated that youâd been hurt, he loved to see this side of you.
âThanks,â you mumbled, once you were in the back of his car, Haknyeonâs driver taking you back, âFor the ride. And for the distraction.â You turned your head to look at him, red lips and flushed cheeks, and Haknyeon couldnât help gazing at you, the alcohol clouding his brain too much to be subtle in his admiration.
âYouâre beautiful,â he said, knowing it didnât match the flow of the conversation.
You let out a chuckle. âWhat are you saying?âÂ
âItâs true.â
âEricâs your friend,â you reasoned, but Haknyeon didnât miss the way your eyes dropped to his lips.
âArenât you my friend too?â he tilted his head, looking at you through hooded eyes.
âRight,â you inched closer, until Haknyeon felt your breath fanning over his lips, âyou have a point there.â
âI do,â he whispered, before he closed the gap and kissed you.
Haknyeon was aware that morally this wasnât the soundest choice heâd ever made. Youâd only just gotten dumped by your boyfriend, who also happened to be his friend. He shouldnât have kissed you, nor should he pull you into his lap. But how could he resist, when you returned the kiss so sweetly? How could he push you away, when your hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer? There was no way he would pass up this chance just to meet some sort of moral standard and, frankly, while this wasn't the best heâd still made way more questionable choices before. Heâd deal with the repercussions later. Tomorrow, maybe.
Except, tomorrow didnât exactly start the way heâd imagined. Because instead of finding your sleeping figure next to him, the other half of his bed was empty, the messy sheets the only trace youâd left behind before rushing out. It seemed, while he didnât regret the choices made and actions taken, you must have felt a little different about it. Of course you did. After all, you were still in love with Eric. Still, it felt lonely to wake up alone.
Haknyeon somewhat expected to wake up by himself again. It wasnât that he didnât hope for you to stay, it was just that heâd already prepared himself for disappointment the moment youâd kissed him in the elevator. But when he opened his eyes, the morning sun on his face tickling him awake, he found you were still there, sound asleep and wrapped up in his arms. You looked peaceful with your face tucked into his chest, your breathing calm and steady. He gently brushed a strand of hair out of your forehead, watching fondly as your nose scrunched up a bit at the ticklish feeling, before you snuggled closer. How someone could not be in love with you was a miracle to him, but he should probably be grateful that it was possible. Because now that he knew what it felt like to have you, not just for a night but in the morning too, there was no way he was going to hand you back to Eric again. Heâd win you over, so that the next time youâd tell him you loved him, you would actually mean it.
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Can I make a weird request. Kinda like a next day after intimacy with brahms, it just the roles switched and brahms having to take care of the reader cause the cant walk. I just think it be funny and fluffy. Also he doesnt know many chores so the next day it be up to us to clean up đ
Note: I havenât realized I have so many requests in my inbox since I was not here much, so my apologies for the delay lol anywayyyyy I love this idea
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Brahms x reader
As the morning sun broke through the window, you found yourself gently rolling over and away from it. Although it wasnât long until an arm wrapped itself around you and pulled you closer. Brahms pressed himself against your back, his nose nuzzling your hair. It was quite cute, you thought to yourself, that even in his sleep, he canât stand being too far from you. As you slowly opened your eyes, and the soreness hit your body, you started to recall the events that brought you into this situation.
Your memories were slightly foggy, maybe due to the lack of feeling in your legs, or maybe you were still too tired to think straight. Either way, you didnât care too much, for even the little clarity you had that early morning was enough to fill your stomach with butterflies.
âNo Brahms! How many times do I have to tell you? Throwing tantrums isnât going to make me want to help you with any chores!â you yelled around the room, hearing his footsteps in the walls.
He didnât talk much, not when he was angry anyway. After some years spent together, you decided it was time he learns how to do chores himself too. Initially he didnât take it well, but it was understandable, all his life he had people do things for him. After a while though, he started to help, he realized it made you happy and realized that the happier you were, the more you will praise him and do what he wants.
âStop acting this way! Iâm tired too! And Iâm done with your crap!â you yelled again, but this time, there were no footsteps. Was he ignoring you? The thought of it made you even angrier and for once, you werenât going to go after him. And so you didnât. You continued with your day, with no Brahms in sight.
As the night approached, you started to feel bad and worry. He didnât come out for dinner, didnât come for a shower, didnât come in the room as you were changing. You realized he was probably really sad or really angry and you didnât know which was worse. Either way it was you whoâd have to deal with the tantrums. But to his credit, ever since you two became a thing, he has tried to get better. Which is why he didnât break half the house in rage, but preferred to keep his distance.
You decided you had to find him. Both of you had a whole day to cool down and it was time to talk. As you made your way through the walls and to his old room, you found him sitting on the bed. Even with his mask on you could feel him stare right into your soul.
âBrahms..â you said.
âLeave.â he responded, his deep voice filling the room.
âIâm not leaving until we talkâ you stood your ground.
He didnât respond, just stood up and started to talk towards you. âLeaveâ he repeated, heavier this time. Yes, he was trying to intimidate you, you it was having the opposite effect. He stood there, towering over you. It was moments like these your height difference hit you. You just kept looking at him and you could feel him tense up. Was he really that angry with you?
Without realizing, your hand ended up resting on the side of his mask. But it was just for a moment, because he grabbed your hand and pushed it away. You looked at your hand and then at him again, even in his anger he was still being gentle. You didnât want to keep poking the bear, but you also didnât want to leave things as they were, so, in a very little thought decision, you ripped his mask off and kissed him. Your heart stopped for a second, lips on his, not moving at all. You only felt yourself breathe again when he kissed you back, although it was a very angry and eager kiss. His big hand holding you by the back of your head, keeping you in place, while your arms wrapped themselves around his neck. The kiss was hungry, full on emotion, and you knew in that moment you werenât going to be able to walk the next morning.
âBrahms..â you said, rolling over to face him, gently tracing his features with your finger.
âHm?â he mumbled, in a mix of child like voice and adult.
âItâs starting to get late, we should get upâ
âI donât want to, Y/Nâ he responded with the voice of a child.
âWell, Iâm hungryâ you pleated, giving him a smile.
After some back and forth he stood up and you did too, or better said, you tried too. Because the second your legs were forced to support you, they gave up on you. As your body met the floor, Brahms turned to you worried and kneeled down.
âY/N?â his voice was concerned, eyes widened, looking at you
âIâm fine... I canât feel my legs..â
He looked at you for a while, worried at first, not knowing what was wrong. As he saw you rub your lower abdomen, it hit him, and worry turned into a smirk as he helped you up and back in the bed.
âRestâ he said, and kissed the top of your head.
âSo youâll do the chores today?â you smirked, getting comfortable again, almost rubbing it in his face that he did it to himself.
As realization hit him, he bit his tongue. He was going to have to do the chores himself. He knew how to do his chores, but he had no idea about yours. He didnât know white clothes shouldnât be washed together with red ones, so now he got himself a few pink shirts. Nor he had any idea how long youâre supposed to cook something for, granted, a little burnt and crispy meal wasnât gonna kill anyone.
Brahms didnât go a few hours before coming back into your shared room and pick you up, still completely naked, and carry you downstairs. He didnât say anything but you knew he needed help. The day consisting of him carrying you around and you pointing out to him how everything needed to be done, trying not to think too much about the rest of the messes you would have to clean up the next day.
You tried your best not to chuckle when he did something stupid, you knew that would hurt him. Instead you opted for encouragements, seeing that always worked with Brahms. The more you praise him, the more likely he is to do what you want. It kept him happy and gave you some peace.
As the day went by, your legs started to feel better and so you tried to help him here and there. Ultimately you found yourself in bed again, his head nuzzling your chest. You gazed at him, taking in his features and your nails gently scratched his back. Being around Brahms did have its ups and downs, but he was trying and he was slowly getting better and thatâs what really mattered to you.
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