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andvys · 3 days ago

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The edges of your soul (I haven't seen yet) ⭐︎ chapter eighteen

⭐︎ I'll give you all that I can, as long as you'll wait for me there

Warnings: 18+, none really, just a whole bunch of fluff, mentions of sunshine's cheating ex bf, jealousy

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: As Steve made the first move, he waited for you to make the second, though he notices that this time it is you who is guided by fear and he will do everything to take that fear away from you.

Word count: 9.7k

Author's note: my apologies for the longest wait ever! I've had some stuff going on but me and @hellfire--cult finally got it done! it's a bit shorter than I planned it to be but you can expect some good stuff in the next one hehe // also as always Roe, wrote the best part here, you'll know which one I'm talking about so let's all give her some love hehe

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Peace.

A feeling of peace is what Steve wakes up with this morning, something he hasn’t felt in a while. Warmth blooms in his chest. His heart flutters before he can even open his eyes. He knows you are staring; he can feel your eyes on him, and it makes his lips curl into a smile. His arms are wrapped around you like they had been all night, his right hand cradling your head where it lay on his chest. Neither of you has moved away from one another; you needed each other close.

He can’t believe he waited so long to feel this again, to have you. Despite these circumstances, he feels such a rush of emotions – a kind of happiness he has never felt before. It wasn’t only the fear of loss that held him back. He was a stranger to this feeling in his heart, in his soul. He thought he knew those kinds of feelings before you, but it turns out that he didn’t.

You have stumbled into his life on a random afternoon, and you had him from the moment his eyes locked with yours. He didn’t know it then, but he knew that dangerous look in your eyes would bring him to his knees.

He feels the tips of your fingers on his skin, tracing his nose, tracing his lips. His heart skips strongly, his skin tingles beneath your touch.

Steve peeks one eye open and his smile widens when he sees the lovesick look in your eyes – he knows it matches his own, though, he can’t help but tease you.

“Creep.”

Your hand freezes on his face, and you grow flustered beneath his eyes. Your lips curl into a pout, and you feign offence. You pull your hand back and turn around in his arms, moving away as you give him your back.

Steve chuckles at your cute act, but he doesn’t let you move away anymore. He grabs you and pulls you back with ease, moving on top of you, he cages you in with his arms, pinning you beneath his body.

You grow even more flustered at his sudden move, and you start blushing underneath his gaze. Steve grins down at you as he brushes your hair out of your face, tracing your soft skin with his calloused fingers. He admires you for a moment, letting it sink in that he will always have this now. He’s not sure how much his heart can take; surely it will explode someday with the way he feels for you.

“Good morning, baby.” He breaks the silence with his raspy voice.

Your heart skips so strongly that it catches you off guard. Your skin heats up, especially on your face. Those flutters in your stomach nearly overwhelming you. A part of you wants to squeal and another wants to grab his face and kiss him stupid, but you do neither; instead, a giggle falls from your lips. You see the way his eyes sparkle with amusement at that sound, at your reaction. His smile widens, and you can’t help but hide your face behind your hands, feeling embarrassment creep up on you.

But Steve doesn’t let you, he grabs your wrists softly and pulls your hands away from your face.

“Don’t hide from me, Sunshine.” He whispers as he leans down and pecks your lips. “I wanna see your pretty face, baby.” Another kiss to your lips. “Can’t believe I get to wake up like this from now and just be able to do this.” Steve whispers as he pecks your lips once more before he starts kissing all over your face, covering you in his adoration. He presses his lips to your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your cheekbones, your jaw, the corner of your mouth.

“Stevie!” You squeak as giggles continue to fall from your lips. Your heart is in overdrive. Everything inside of you is screaming in joy.

Steve is smiling so widely as he buries his face in your neck, kissing over your pulse. The way you said his name awakens something else in him. His stomach flutters strongly, especially when his hands find your waist beneath your shirt, and he feels your bare skin.

Your hands find their way to his hair, and you can’t help but sink your fingers further into it, giving a slight tug which makes him groan in response. The sound vibrates against your skin as he continues to kiss up your neck and back to your jaw, pressing a few kisses along it before he finally moves up to face you again. His nose nudges yours, his hooded eyes gaze into your own as they flicker between them and your lips.

“Can I kiss you, baby?” Steve murmurs as his thumbs rub against your waist, massaging you.

Your eyebrows furrow together, and your eyes get bigger with need. You nod your head quickly against the pillow beneath it. Your grip tightens on his hair as you pull him down a little more.

“Please.” You whisper, just now realizing how breathless you are. And how can you not be? When you woke up in his arms. When you get to watch him sleep. When you get to touch his skin. When you get to feel his touch. When you get to feel his kisses. When you get to feel him feel the same for you. When you get to feel him.

His lip curls up into a smile at the needy tone in your voice that matches just what he feels. He wastes no time closing his eyes and smash his lips against yours, kissing you stupid. His heart flutters, and he can’t help but moan into your mouth when you mewl into the kiss and pull at his hair.

He holds you even tighter than before, his hands moving higher and higher, fingers ghosting over the sides of your boobs.

You arch your back, searching for his body even more as you press your chest against his. Your movements invite him to deepen the kiss, and he swipes his tongue along your bottom lip. He earns another moan from you, the sound going straight south, making his stomach clench. His entire skin is burning. Everything inside of him is aching for you. He’s been wanting you for so long that his whole being is now in overdrive. You, your sounds, your taste, your lips, everything about you drives him crazy, but especially the intensity of how you kiss him. It makes him feel something he had never felt before, something he can’t even place, but it’s so easy to fall into you, especially when you envelope him into your arms that way.

Yeah, you have him on his knees, and he’d be crawling towards you even if you didn’t want him.

Your tongues meet, and your lips move so slowly yet passionately. There is no fight for dominance, just two lovers finally kissing.

And you can’t believe that you are here, under him, feeling him. Just like back then in the car, you feel him pressing against you, and it only awakens a deep hunger in you.

“Steve.” You whimper when he rolls his hips against you slowly. He doesn’t stop kissing you. He moves his hand up to the side of your face, cradling it as he continues to peck your lips.

“Hmm?” He hums, not wanting to miss the feeling of your lips on his.

You sink your fingers deeper into his hair, as your other hand moves down to his shoulder blade.

You are not even sure what you were trying to say, because when he pulls you in for another kiss, everything is forgotten. Absolutely everything. And you don’t know how much time passes, how long you two stay in bed, kissing and touching each other like this, but you are pretty sure that it’s a long, long time. The thing that makes you both pull away is the growling in your stomach. It makes you freeze in embarrassment. And Steve pulls away with a furrow in his brows, his puffy lips curling into a pout as he stares down at you.

You groan in embarrassment and bring your hands up to your face.

“Hey, hey.” Steve whispers, gently pulling your wrists away from your face. You don’t know why you expect him to look amused, because it isn’t what’s on his face at all, far from it. You see concern and worry. “When’s the last time you have actually eaten, Sunshine?”

Oh.

You avoid his eyes, and try to look away, but he doesn’t let you. He pinches your chin between his fingers and forces you to look at him.

“Baby.” His voice now soft, yet stern, just like the look on his face.

It’s hard to focus on his question when the pet name nearly makes your heart explode.

“I don’t know, I wasn’t very hungry…” You admit.

Steve sighs softly. His eyes are filled with guilt, knowing that the loss of appetite was because of him.

“You can’t–” He is cut off by his own stomach growling, making him freeze this time.

You both stare at each other for a moment.

You raise your eyebrows at him, “When’s the last time you’ve eaten, Stevie?” You try to mock him, though the same worry resides in your voice as it did in his.

He felt the same as you did.

Steve huffs a little, though a small smile tugs at his lips.

“Guess we got our appetite back,” he whispers and leans down to peck your lips once more. “Wanna go out there and face the world… and have some oatmeal?”

You scrunch your nose up, which only makes him smile bigger.

“I’d rather stay in bed with you…” You whisper, gazing up into his eyes. “In my apartment… back in New York… where we’d lay in bed all morning and only get up to make waffles… and bacon… and scrambled eggs. We’d go back to bed after and stay like this.”

Steve’s eyes soften even more. His heart warms in his chest. Your words make him feel special. To think that you have imagined such things before, that you have imagined him in parts of your life where you hadn’t even crossed paths yet. He doesn’t know whether to smile or cry from sheer happiness.

“That sounds like a dream to me, Sunshine.” He whispers as he caresses your cheek, admiring your beautiful face. “I can’t give you back the New York apartment, but… You and I can have a place in California.” He says, showing you the seriousness of what he feels for you, of what he wants with you.

You breathe in shakily, staring into his vulnerable eyes. He looks at you like he is scared of your answer. As though there would be anything but a yes.

Your heart is fluttering like crazy. All the hope you’ve started to bury resurfacing again. Every thought about not coming with them has been long forgotten since the moment he kissed you.

“By the beach? Even better.” You whisper, pretending to be calm despite how much you want to squeal.

“Yeah?” He asks as his eyes lighten up as his heart skips a strong beat at the excitement in your eyes. He’s not letting you go. That’s been clear from the start, no matter what will happen, he is not letting you go.

“Yeah.” You whisper.

“Good, cause I don’t want to spend a single moment without you… ever again.” He admits as he buries his face in your neck, snuggling you into the mattress as he inhales your scent.

You waste no time wrapping your arms around him, stronger, holding him against you with a smile on your face.

“I don’t want to be without you either, Steve.” You whisper as you run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re coming with me.” Steve says, determined.

You nod, and your smile widens when he moves up to face you again, gazing into your eyes with a promise in his own.

“No matter what, I am with you.” He whispers as he cradles your cheek again, caressing your skin for a moment before he reaches for your hand and places it on his chest, right above his heart. “And you are with me.”

Your face softens, though your eyes grow wider, filled with something that Steve was so afraid of before.

“I’m not going anywhere without you now, Steve.” You promise.

Your words mend the fear inside of him a little, not enough to take it completely because a part of him still fears losing you, not because you’ll walk away, no. You proved time and time again that you would never walk away from him.

But he knows the dangers of this world. He felt it.

But he won’t let that be the reason to run from his feelings for you any longer. He will do anything to keep you safe. And he will fight for you both.

“You’re never getting rid of me now.” He sighs dramatically before he buries his face in your neck, making you giggle as you wrap your arms around him.

You can’t describe the feelings rushing through you now, not even if you tried. Your whole heart warms in your chest, and you can’t fight the smile off your lips.

You never thought you’d see such a side of him. You never thought you could have him like this.

“Promise?”

Your soft voice makes him look up at you again, and when your eyes lock, he wonders how he was ever able to hold back for so long.

“I promise.” He whispers as he caresses the scar on your cheekbone that you got on the day you had killed to protect him, while you stare at the scar around his neck from the time you weren’t in his life yet.

You don’t know how much more time passes of you lying in bed, cuddling, kissing, and making up for lost time, but the sun is up high by the time you actually get up. You get dressed and you brush your teeth side by side in the tiny bathroom, eyeing each other through the mirror with nothing but happiness in your eyes’.

Steve insists on brushing your hair. He treats it with care, gently brushing his fingers through it before he picks up the hairbrush. Your heart is fluttering the whole time you look at him through the mirror. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, his lips pressed together as he attempts to braid it.

“Where’d you learn that?” You ask in curiosity.

“I didn’t.” Steve chuckles, glancing at you for a second. “Don’t expect a pretty braid, honey. I watched you do it.”

Your eyes widen, and heat rushes to your cheeks.

He watched you?

“You always look so cute doing your hair.” Steve smiles as he puts your hair tie around the braid once finished.

“Stop…” You whisper, blushing.

Steve’s smile widens, and his eyes light up at your blushing. You are getting shy with him now, and he thinks it’s the most adorable thing.

He decides not to tease you, but he can’t help but wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

He can tell by the surprised look on your face, just like this morning when he woke up and pinned you beneath his body, that you aren’t used to this. You aren’t used to him being like this, but also you aren’t used to affection in this sense.

He knows you will need time.

“C’mon.” He whispers and reaches for your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. He leads you out of the bathroom, and you both finish getting ready in comfortable silence. You both put on your jackets and boots. You grab your thigh holster and fasten it to your belt and around your thigh.

He is watching you the whole time, a smile lingering on his face. He’s done that before too, but now he doesn’t feel the need to hide anymore.

He reaches for your hand again when he opens the door. He is the first to step out.

Eddie and Nancy are sitting on their camping chairs, backs turned towards the RV. They are chatting, sipping on their coffees, and looking out into the forest. A small fire is still burning, the wood crackling. The sun is shining today, melting more of the snow on the grass. Steve takes a moment to look around the spot where they had parked the RV at. Another lake, a clear view of the mountains, and a pretty forest. This little spot looks untouched by the world.

Eddie and Nancy glance at each other before they both turn around to face the two of you.

A smile appears on Nancy’s face when she looks down at your joined hands, while Eddie raises his eyebrows, smirking as his eyes flicker between you both.

“Good morning.” Steve nods with a smile on his face. He feels you squeezing his hand, and he can tell that you are nervous. He gives you a reassuring squeeze back and looks over his shoulder, smiling softly.

“Morning? It’s 12 pm.” Eddie snorts. “But yeah, good morning, lovebirds.”

Nancy shakes her head at her best friend, rolling her eyes but with a smile on her face.

“It’s that late?” Steve asks, surprised.

“Yeah, we only stopped driving about two hours ago, though.” Nancy nods.

Eddie eyes you curiously as you stick to Steve’s side, almost shyly. You sit down on the chair next to Nancy while Steve picks up the coffee pot and pours you a cup.

“Two hours ago?” Steve gasps. “You should’ve woken us up, you guys need your sleep too.”

“It’s fine, man. You two needed it more.” Eddie says, still looking at you. “You look…” He pauses to look at the marks on Steve’s neck from where he had left his jacket open. “Refreshed.” He smirks as he looks back at you. For someone usually chatty, you are awfully quiet.

Steve gives him a warning glance, as well as Nancy, who notices your unusual behaviour right away.

“We finally caught up on sleep.” Steve retorts as he turns towards you and hands you the coffee. You give him a small smile, thanking him as you wrap your hands around the warm mug.

“You guys should eat, there’s oatmeal in the pot. Eddie made it too sweet though–”

“It’s not too sweet, it’s perfect!” Eddie cuts Nancy off, waving her off with his hand before he takes a sip of his coffee.

Nancy rolls her eyes at him, though not without a smile. It eases the feelings from the days before inside of you. The tension between them has faded away, as it seems, and they have reconciled after days of being snappy towards each other.

“You have the taste buds of a twelve year old.” Nancy mumbles.

“Uh, twelve year olds clearly have a better taste in food than you do.” Eddie snorts, squinting his eyes at his best friend. “Bet you ordered meatloaf at diners while everyone else got burgers and fries.”

“Meatloaf is great!” Nancy argues.

“See! You got the tastebuds of a grandma, Wheeler!”

You and Steve share amused glances while the two of them continue their banter. The relief in both yours and his eyes is evident. Everything is falling back into place again, finally.

Steve scoots his camping chair closer to yours before he finally sits down beside you after handing you the bowl of oatmeal. You smile shyly at him and look down at your breakfast. You pick up the spoon and start eating.

Steve doesn’t take his eyes off you. His smile never fades either; if anything, it widens when he sees how big your eyes get when you taste the oats.

“That’s…” You mumble after taking the first bite, looking over at Eddie. “The best oatmeal I’ve ever eaten in my life.”

“What–” Nancy mumbles in disgust.

Eddie’s eyes widen just like yours do. A victorious laugh falling from his lips, he shoots Nancy a satisfied grin.

“See, I always knew you got taste, Sweetheart.” Eddie grins at you. “Put some extra sugar in, cause I know you like it sweet.”

Your heart warms at his words and at the smile directed at you. Up till yesterday, you thought that you had lost him. That the disappointment he felt in you had pushed him away from you. That you lost another friend, but the smile he gives you proves otherwise.

You smile back at him before you look down. You continue eating your breakfast in silence, missing all the glances between the three.

Eddie is on the edge of his seat, Steve can see it, especially with the way he keeps bouncing his knee, opening his mouth though shutting it again seconds later whenever Nancy raises her eyebrows at him.

But Eddie’s patience only lasts for so long.

“So… are you guys…” He mumbles, pointing his finger between you both. His eyes on Steve and how he is practically glued to your side now.

Your cheeks are burning the moment that question leaves Eddie’s lips. You glance at Steve, who is already smiling at you. He reaches for your hand, he entwines his fingers with your own.

“Yeah.” Steve whispers, his own cheeks heating up as well now. His heart skips a beat. “We’re together.”

You squeeze his hand and look down with a smile on your face.

Eddie and Nancy share a glance, smiles spreading on their lips. The girl leans closer to you and nudges your shoulder, giving you a pointed look that says ‘girls talk. later.’

“Awe!” Eddie coos, tilting his head to the side. “Sunshine, you are blushing!”

“Oh my god.” You mumble in embarrassment.

Steve chuckles at your reaction. He can’t help but wrap his arm around you and pull you into his chest. You instantly bury your face in it, hiding from Eddie and Nancy.

“Leave my girl alone!” Steve warns Eddie, who just opened his mouth to tease you some more.

My girl.

You almost squeal into his chest.

Nancy giggles at your reaction, eyes flashing with excitement.

Eddie brings his hands up in surrender, unable to fight the smile off his lips. He looks between you both, and slowly he relaxes back into his seat. The amusement in his eyes transforms into something else when he sees how happy Steve looks. How life slipped back into his eyes. How his eyes are shining again. How his cheeks are glowing again. How his smile is so bright and filled with joy – he isn’t even sure if he has ever seen him like this before.

And Nancy, she is watching you both with a smile on her face too. She was angry with Steve before, but now she is proud of him for finally getting over whatever was pulling him away and holding him back from you.

“Alright, alright.” Eddie nods as he gets up. “We’ll definitely have a talk later, but now… we need to catch up on some sleep.”

“Yeah, you guys take the bed.” Steve nods. His arm is still secured around you, even as you now look back at your friends again. “We will sit outside for a bit and then uh, I guess it’s my turn to drive. I’ve got a passenger princess now.” He grins, making you blush all over again.

Nancy bites back her smile when your eyes meet hers, though she can’t help but wink at you before she gets up and makes her way into the RV.

Eddie laughs at your flustered expression, but to your surprise, he says nothing. He wiggles his brows at the two of you before he turns around and follows Nancy inside.

It’s quiet between you for a moment. Steve keeps his arm wrapped around you, and he leans down to kiss the top of your head.

“Passenger princess.” You whisper.

“It’s true,” Steve chuckles as he squeezes your upper arm. “You’re my passenger princess.”

Your giggle makes his heart flutter strongly in his chest. It makes the smile stay on his face. Your shyness was something he didn’t expect, at least not to this extent, but it makes you even more endearing.

You look up at him, still blushing.

“You’re so… sweet.”

He furrows his eyebrows with a chuckle. He brings his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek.

“Is that a bad thing?” Steve asks, amused.

Your lip curls into a soft smile, and you shake your head at him.

“Not at all. Just…” You clear your throat and wrap your hand around his before you pull back and straighten up in your seat. You look down for a moment, trying to find the right words. Steve eyes you curiously, waiting for you patiently. “Kind of crazy to think of how this all started between us… You hated me–”

“I never hated you.” Steve argues, shaking his head.

You squint your eyes as you look back up at him, which makes Steve chuckle. He brings your hand up to his lips, giving your knuckles a kiss.

There are so many things he wants to say to you, to tell you how he really felt, to tell you what he thought when he first met you but he isn’t sure if it’s appropriate yet, if it’s the right time.

“You don’t believe me?” He asks, moving closer to you as he wraps his arm around your waist.

“You were a bitch to me so no, I don’t believe–” Suddenly Steve’s fingers disappear beneath your jacket, digging into your waist. A loud laugh falls from your lips as he starts to tickle you.

“Steve!” You squeal, giggling.

Steve is chuckling mischievously, loving the effect he has on you. The way you blush, the way you giggle, the way you are so flustered now. He can’t help his next move, he grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap, wanting to feel you closer.

Another squeal falls from your lips when you feel his thigh underneath you. You wrap your arm around him, trying not to drop your coffee, although some of it lands on the melting snow.

Steve holds you tightly as he leans in to peck your cheek.

Yeah, it’s more than crazy to feel – to have such a side of him when you look back at the time you just met. You look down at him, holding on tighter than before. He smiles at you so lovingly that it makes your breathing stutter.

He has changed so much since then. He opened up. He let you in. And now you are getting a part of him you never thought you would – not then, not a few days ago.

He is gazing up at you. His eyes trace your features. His fingers dig into your hip tightly. He holds you like he is afraid that you will slip away if he lets go.

“Sunshine?”

“Yeah?” You whisper, smiling softly.

He brings his hand up to your face, tucking back a stray hair that escaped your braid. He caresses your cheek. His eyes are still tracing your features, admiring you.

“You really are my sunshine you know…?” He whispers, knowing how corny it sounds but it’s the truth. “When–” He clears his throat as his smile fades a bit. “When I pushed you away, when we had that… distance between us… I felt like I did back then… before you came into my life. I felt like I had lost everything once again.”

Your smile slowly slips away as sadness creeps into your eyes, and your heart clenches in your chest.

“Steve–”

He shakes his head, squeezing your hip.

“No, baby. Don’t feel sorry for me. I am sorry for what I did. I shouldn’t have let fear take you away from me. I was so scared of losing you, not seeing that I was doing all that myself.” He whispers, blinking quickly because he doesn’t want his eyes to tear up again. “I should have been honest with you instead of making you feel like you didn’t mean anything to me, like I wasn’t crazy about you. I was scared, terrified. We’re stuck in this world where anything could happen at any moment, and I feel something for you that I have never felt for anyone else before.”

Your eyes widen in surprise as your stomach flips at his words.

“But… I’ll do anything to make it up to you now. I will fight for you, for us.” He promises.

A part of you feels nothing but joy at his words. This is all you ever wanted. This is all you craved, to have him like this, to be with him. But the other part of you feels guilt. Because while he was suffering in silence, you were unknowingly making him feel worse by seeing another man, making him believe that your feelings and your actions weren’t genuine.

Steve notices the conflict in your eyes, the way they sadden as you get lost in your head.

“Hey…” He whispers, making you look into his eyes again. “What’s wrong…?”

You take a deep breath, feeling unable to look into his eyes without the guilt eating at you.

“I just… I– Aaron.” You stutter.

Steve tenses up beneath you, his jaw clenches, and his eyes darken at the mention of him. He breathes in deeply.

“I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry.” You don’t know what else to say.

“It’s okay, Sunshine.” Steve whispers, though he can’t help but feel sour even at the thought of him.

“No, it’s not. I wouldn’t have–”

“I know.” Steve nods, cutting you off. He takes your hand in his, giving it a squeeze. “I just wish I wasn’t such an idiot. I could have been the one to take you dancing…”

Your heart flutters at just the thought of it. A shy smile creeps up on your face, and you squeeze his hand back.

“You can still take me dancing.” You whisper.

Steve’s lips curl into a smile, and he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“I will,” he promises. “When we get to California, I will take you dancing.”

“I can’t wait.” You smile. Your eyes flicker to his lips for a moment before you look back into his eyes, watching all kinds of emotions swirling in them.

“Sunshine, I’m sorry.” He whispers after a moment of silence. He knows the pain he has caused you. He knows the insecurities you have dealt with because of him. He knows he crushed your heart.

“I’m sorry too, Steve.” You whisper. You felt guilty too, knowing he wasn’t eating or sleeping because of you, knowing he was dealing with his own fears and not allowing himself to have what he wanted to have.

Steve furrows his eyebrows, shaking his head at you.

“You don’t–”

“We both suffered, Steve.” You mumble and look down, unable to look into his eyes. “You even more so… What I did was wrong… I shouldn’t have–”

Steve shakes his head at your words. As much as he hates that you found comfort in someone else, he was the one who pushed you away and let you be with him.

“You believed that I didn’t want you, Sunshine…” Steve whispers, and he can’t even say those words without feeling pain in his heart. “Y-You thought… You thought that I saw Robin in you and that she was the reason why I wanted you close.”

You finally look at him again, a little intrigued, a little uncertain.

“But that was never the case, honey. You may have a running mouth like she did, and I know… I just know that the two of you together? You’d both drive me insane!”

You can’t help but giggle and shake your head, though his words do fill you with relief.

His lips quirk up a bit, but his face grows serious once again, and he looks into your eyes deeply.

“But you were never a replacement, you hear me?” He asks as he caresses your cheek. “I know I wasn’t the best at showing how I really felt for you, but I swear to god, you drive me crazy, baby.”

Your cheeks heat up beneath his hands. A soft smile creeps up on your face.

“Crazy, huh?” You ask, even though he said it yesterday already.

Steve nods, enjoying the shyness glowing in your eyes.

“I’ll spend every minute of our life showing you just how much.” He whispers and leans closer, giving your lips a sweet kiss.

Your heart skips a beat at his words, at his touch, at his kiss. You can’t help but want more, but a part of you feels too shy to ask for another kiss, so you place your forehead against his instead.

“I’d like that.” You whisper and nearly sigh in relief when he pulls you in for a deep kiss.

Steve almost feels it, the relief – it’s in the way you kiss him back, the way you curl into his touch. He doesn’t really notice it right away, just how shy you are with him now.

At first, he thinks it’s because of Nancy and Eddie, that their prying eyes keep you from being affectionate, not used to being this close to someone else, and with others watching you, giggling behind your back.

But then he notices how that shyness continues even when it’s just the two of you. You don’t make the first move, and he doesn’t know whether it’s because of his rejection when you did try to kiss him then, or if it’s because you aren’t used to this kind of affection from somebody else.

You didn’t tell him all that much about your ex-boyfriend, but he knows that affection wasn’t something you got from that piece of shit. Not only did he call you clingy, he also never held your hand in public, let alone kissed you. Not to mention that he cheated on you throughout the course of your relationship.

He also noticed how shy you were around Aaron, who didn’t hide his interest in you. He remembers how you curled into yourself when he openly complimented you and flirted with you. Unfortunately, he also remembers how shy you got when Aaron kissed you in front of everyone else.

It’s pretty clear that you struggle accepting affection or even showing it yourself, no matter how much you crave it. You were more open with it before he rejected you, but that must have been because you were still tiptoeing between the lines of friends and lovers.

Something is holding you back now. Whether it’s your shyness or your fear of scaring him away by being affectionate towards him yourself.

And as much as he wants to bring it up to you, he wants to wait and give you time, thinking that it might get resolved on its own, that maybe you just need time.

But then a few days go by, and nothing changes.

Though he does find it endearing when you walk up to him with no intention to make a move yourself, yet looking at him with big eyes that flicker between his lips and his eyes, expecting a kiss from him. He gives you what you want every time, how can he not? When you look at him like that, acting so goddamn cute.

Though today, he can’t help but tease you when you step into the RV just after he finished washing the dishes. You lean against the wall next to him, looking up at him the way you always do.

A smile tugs at his lips, and his eyes flicker with amusement when he glances at you. You raise your brows, giving him a sweet smile as you make eyes at him. It’s very obvious what you want, and it’s very difficult for him not to give in right away, but he wants you to be the one to make the first move now.

He almost chuckles when he hears you huff as he turns back to the sink, wiping it dry with the kitchen towel. He takes his time with it before he finally turns back to you.

“Are you waiting for something, baby?”

He feels a little bad when your smile falls and your shoulders slump. You shake your head, growing flustered.

“No…” You whisper and turn around, planning to walk away again, but he doesn’t let you. He grabs your hand and pulls you back. He cups your cheeks and leans down to kiss you. He grins against your lips when you melt against him instantly. He feels you grabbing his shirt and pulling him down, wanting to feel him closer. His stomach flips at your action, and he can’t help but move his hands down to your waist and push you against the wall behind you.

Your whimper vibrates against his mouth, and the sound is like music to his ears. He feels your tongue against his bottom lip and your hands on his neck. You deepen the kiss and push yourself further against him.

It’s funny how you are so shy to make the first move, but once he has you in his embrace and his lips are on yours, you lose yourself in him completely, kissing him stupid.

But it makes him wonder.

“Sunshine?” Steve murmurs against your lips, “can I ask you something?”

Your hands move to his hair, and you look at him through hooded eyes now – something that drives him crazy.

You nod, whispering a small ‘yes’.

“Why the sudden shyness?” He asks as he moves his hand to the back of your neck. He watches your reaction closely, seeing the way your eyes widen for a moment, the way your lips part and close again. You grow even more flustered, like you are embarrassed to say it.

Your eyes flash with too many emotions that he can’t even make out the strongest of all.

As cute as he thinks it is, how you always come up to him, waiting for a kiss, he needs you to know that you can grab him and kiss him whenever you want. He needs you to understand something.

“I am your boyfriend. You can kiss me whenever you want.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and your eyes widen once again. Your heart jumps with joy. Boyfriend.

Steve watches the way your eyes light up at his words and the way your body loses its tension. Your lips curl up slowly, and he can tell that you are holding back a giggle.

“I– It just still feels so unreal,” you whisper as you press your chest against his, blinking up at him.

Steve’s heart could burst from his chest with how happy he feels to see you feeling such joy over him.

He cradles the side of your face, gazing into your eyes.

“Well, it’s very real. I am your boyfriend, and you can do whatever you want to me.” He grins, almost chuckling when he sees how flustered you get at his words, knowing damn well where your mind went. He can’t help but tease you.

He fakes a frown as his eyes widen, and he begins to let go of you, taking a step back. “Oh wait, I’m– maybe that’s not what you wanted with me?” He murmurs, pressing a hand to his chest as he stares at you. “So inconsiderate on my part. I was quick to assume–”

You suddenly lurch forward and grab him by the collars of his shirt, pulling him down, you slam your lips against his, kissing him deeply.

His stomach flutters strongly, and he can’t help but smile in satisfaction. He reciprocates right away, matching your emotions – despair, need, adoration, lust. He envelopes you in his arms and kisses you hungrily.

Your feelings are suddenly overwhelming you. Your chest feels tight, your stomach is bursting with butterflies, your throat feels tight, your muscles and skin are burning. You need him. You need more. Was it selfish for you to want more? Was it too disgusting to want to just merge yourself into him? Want to be as close as you could ever be?

What would someone call this feeling?

You sound crazy to yourself, because you never felt like this before. This need to touch, this need to just stick to another person like this. You’ve never felt this with your ex, and then you thought you were being an okay girlfriend by keeping your distance because he didn’t like your clinginess.

But clingy is all you ever want to be with Steve. With your ex, you did care, but if Steve were to say the same thing to you, you wouldn’t be able to handle it at all. If you weren’t able to kiss him, touch him, hug him, hold him, you wouldn’t feel complete. You wouldn’t feel happy. You would be devastated.

And it seemed that Steve matched your clinginess. It was hard to swallow that fact. You never thought you would find someone who would reciprocate those feelings for you. Someone who kissed you just because he wanted to. Because he had the chance to. The need to. You believed these people existed, but you thought that maybe your clinginess was above the average.

Steve is proving that it wasn’t.

So you won’t hide those feelings anymore. You won’t be scared of him moving his face away from you when you try to kiss him, or ripping his arm away from you when you try to cling to him while walking, or pushing you away when you try to hug him. He wants all of that, because he does those things to you.

But you want more now. You need more. Hugs, kisses, hand holding, it isn’t enough. Your hands are all up in his hair, your tongues dancing with one another’s, the sounds around the two of you silencing, leaving you alone.

Your hands connect to the back of his neck, pushing him deeper into the kiss if that were even possible, and he groaned into it, into your throat. Your belly burned and burned, your core starting to copy that feeling. You were becoming drunk on the kiss, your emotions making you start to take some steps back, slowly, pulling him with you.

Steve was also hypnotized with you right now. It was as if you had put a spell on your lips that didn’t let him think straight. His feet moved with you, his rationality slipping away slowly. All his ears could hear were your delighted little moans whenever he bit your bottom lip, before his tongue found yours again.

You pulled him into the back, where the bed was. His body was on fire, his fingertips itching to touch your bare skin. Everything he held back from these past months were making his body act on its own. His instincts were taking complete control over him. His hand left your waist to fumble behind him, grabbing hold of the little handle of the sliding panels to separate the bedroom from the rest of the RV.

He didn’t even think twice, he didn’t even think, when he grabbed your waist and pulled away from the kiss, and pushed you up on the bed as he crawled after you. It wasn’t a second after that his body was on top of yours, kissing you stupid once again. One of your hands returned to his neck, the other was gripping his shoulder so he wouldn’t pull away again.

His hands were all over your sides, his brain not functioning anymore as he drowned in you. He could hear how you took your sneakers off, falling onto the floor, and he copied that motion so he could push the two of you further into the bed. With your head now on the pillow, you could feel yourself grow lightweight, pliant, melting into him.

You wanted to feel him. You wanted more and more and more. Your legs slowly spread, your nervousness not even bothering you because you were just desperate. You were in need to feel him again just like you did the days before, when the two of you confessed. He hadn’t tried to make a move like that those days, and you hadn’t really minded it then. Now you did. Now you really did, and you wanted it more than anything.

He felt you leaving space for him in between your legs, and his hips immediately got magnetized to yours. You gasped, followed by a moan when you felt his bulge rubbing against you, creating friction against your clit. It felt good. It felt so good. Steve groaned into your mouth, his right hand moving towards the hem of your sweater and shirt.

You felt his fingertips carressing your skin, then, they dug onto your waist, making sure to feel you. Your back arched against him when he rolled his hips against yours, and your hands were on his back, gripping his sweater tightly. The kiss intensified, the two of you becoming breathless, but you didn’t care. His hips picked up a pace against you, and you needed it. You wanted it. You wanted him.

Your mind was mush, as well as his was. He wasn’t thinking clearly, and he was letting his body move for him. He was letting his body decide what the next move was. He felt suffocated, so he pulled away from the kiss, throwing his hand towards his back to pull his sweater and shirt off in one move, his chest showing.

You wanted to moan at the sight, finally seeing him again like this, but all you needed now was something else. You desperately raised yourself up a little to hold onto his neck again and pulled him down for another bruising kiss. His mouth didn’t stay on yours for long this time. He pulled away, panting with need as he kissed your jaw, then your neck, making you moan.

His consciousness was gone. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t anticipate what his next move was, he didn’t overthink like he always did when he slept with someone. This was pure, carnal lust, need, and desperation for someone. His hips rolled against yours, feeling himself harden even more if that was even possible. It felt perfect. You felt perfect, and if your moans were to say something, you were feeling good too.

You felt his hands moving inside your shirt now, one grabbing onto your waist, and the other was moving upwards. Something that would have made you feel nervous before, never felt more right than now. You wanted his hands on you. You wanted him to touch you, to feel you, to show you how much he says he wants you. Not that you don’t believe him, but you want to phyisically feel it.

Finally, he groped your breast over your bra, and your back arched against him, a delighted sigh leaving your lips. He groaned onto your skin, his left hand now leaving your waist to grab your thigh, giving him leverage to pull you into his hips as he kept rolling them into you.

You felt the fire building inside of you, slowly. That coil turning with the need of more, with the need of being bare, so you could feel it even more. Being clothed was becoming a nuisance now. You wanted your clothes off, and as if he had read your mind, his hands left your thigh and the inside of your shirt and sweater, and he pulled away from your neck.

His fingers hooked on the hem of them, and you sat up quickly so he could help you pull both your garments off, leaving you in just your bra. He didn’t have time to gaze at you, his lips desperately looking for yours again, laying you back down onto the bed. Your hands were deep into his hair, making a mess out of it, his hips returning to roll, and his left hand was now the one gripping your other breast.

You groaned into the kiss, whimpered when he kneaded it, feeling it, feeling you. Your back arched against him, your tongue dancing with his and never getting tired of it. His right hand came upwards to grab onto your left hand and he intertwined his fingers with yours, before pressing it against the pillow next to your head.

He was feral. The more he got to taste you, the more intoxicated he became. He didn’t think he could become like this, ever, but how wrong could he be? Even more so, that you were reciprocating it in the same manner. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, your need to feel him as you roll your hips against him yourself.

His hand clenched into yours, at a particular thrust, the friction now becoming dull thanks to the clothes. He was fucking desperate. His lips left yours, only to then move to your neck, giving it a soft bite, but then he moved down, needing to taste more of your skin than just your lips, your cheeks, your neck.

His left hand left your breast so he could pull the strap of your bra down, his lips finding your shoulder, and then towards your collarbone. He nibbled on it, his hand pressing yours against the pillow as he heard you gasp, your hips jerking against him.

He felt his skin peeling off, almost from the fire that was consuming him. His left hand now quickly grabbed onto your other one in his hair, and he moved to press your hands over your head now, your fingers intertwined as his lips kissed along your chest, over the top of your breasts that were still covered by your bra.

Your knees were now bent, pressing against his hips as his thrusts became harsh, feeling your hands being gripped tightly, being pushed against the top of your pillow, constricting you from any other movement.

Your brain was melted, gone, disappeared completely from the phase of this earth. Your body controlled this. It controlled you. You felt him moving up, his lips finding yours again, his tongue instantly diving in to dance with yours once more, and you felt dizzy with everything that was happening, as if you were drunk, but you were loving it.

His hard on was becoming painful because of the constricting jeans. It felt good, but it could feel so much better if they were to come off. His right hand let go of your left, sliding down as he felt the need to touch you more, to hear you more. He wasn’t even aware of anything around the two of you. All he knew was that you were there, in a bed, with him, and he needed you.

He didn’t stop kissing you as you felt his hips lift just enough so he could sneak his hand in between, undoing the belt off of you and then popping the button open. He pulled away from the kiss again, breathless, needy, and he went to your neck once more, biting onto your pulse point as his fingertips started to play around the elastic of your underwear, ready to dive in.

“Stevie–”

And you calling out his name was what brought him back to reality. This wasn’t just someone. This wasn’t just anybody. This was you. You who deserved the best. You who deserved perfection. You, whom he promised to be better for. He now felt everything all at once. The haziness of his mind, the burning of his skin, how his lips were throbbing from all the kissing, how his heart was hammering in his chest, how his lungs were begging for air.

His fingertips left the elastic of your underwear, but it seemed like you didn’t care, your hips still rutting upwards into his. Fuck. He wanted to keep going, and he couldn’t help himself when he gave another roll, making him groan against your neck.

“Sunshine–”

You felt now the need to taste him. You felt him pull away from your neck, and the moment he did, you went in to kiss his. He sighed in need as he melted under your lips, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder as your free hand gripped his bicep.

He didn’t know if he could handle it much longer. He could feel his restraint leaving him again, the words ‘Fuck it’ repeating in his head, over and over, but no. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. You didn’t deserve it like this. But how could he even concentrate when he feels your teeth nibbling on his pulse point now.

“Fuck– Sunshine–”

You weren’t listening. You thought it was moaning, him delighting himself in your touches, but he was trying to call out to you. Snap you out of it. He didn’t want to, but he had to. He despised the idea of stopping this, of stopping you after you finally showed him just how much you were restraining yourself from showing him how you felt.

But he had to.

“Sunshine, wait– wait a second–” That made you stop, your mind still mush, but a bit of consciousness slipping through as he slowly pulled away from your neck to look down at you. His breaths were heavy as well as yours, trying to fill your lungs with air once again.

“What? What is it?” Your voice was small, desperate, and he wanted to groan at the tone of it. You sounded as needy as you looked, and fuck, he couldn’t help but frown with annoyance at himself. He clenched his eyes as if he was in pain, and honestly, he was.

“I– Not like this.” He shook his head as his eyes found yours again.

“What–”

“I don’t want your first time to be like this. As much as I want to right now… I want it to be perfect.” Your heart was hammering in your chest, but you were too far gone in your lust and your need to feel him completely, that you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck, not letting him leave.

“Steve, it’s already perfect because it’s you. So just–”

“No. I want you to feel safe, to feel comfortable… I don’t want you to overthink if Eddie and Nancy can hear us. Your body was starting to cool down, but you wanted anything but that. You tried once more.

“I’ll just be quiet…” And he shook his head, huffing as he tried to slow his breathing.

“I don’t want you to be quiet… I want you to be able to fully experience your first time.” He inspected your face and he saw how it slowly fell, your breathing calming down slowly, dissapointment evident in your features. “I also want to spend that time with you. Alone. I don’t want to think or worry about anything else but you… And well, I also… wanna hear you.”

And as much as you hated that he stopped, you felt your heart warm up at his words. You felt your body burn a bit at his words, a little bit of embarrassment engulfing you. You sighed in defeat, knowing you won’t be able to change his mind, and your arms left his shoulders as your legs stopped pressing against his hips so he could move. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, gently.

“Trust me, I do want to. I wasn’t even thinking of what I was doing right now because of how much I need you… But you don’t deserve it like this.” He continued talking and you hummed, feeling him sit back up. His eyes finally looked down at your body, and he wanted to throw himself out the window.

A little bit of shame and embarrassment filled you, also realizing that you weren’t really thinking straight a few moments ago. Suddenly, you heard the radio outside, a little louder than usual. You could now hear the sounds around you as you sat up, realizing that Nancy and Eddie could definitely hear you, and they turned the music up so they tried not to.

Steve noticed it too, a blush appearing on his cheeks in embarrassment, grabbing your shirt and handing it to you. You pouted as you grabbed it, his eyes taking a look at your bra one last time, feeling himself twitch inside his pants again, and he groaned, rapidly ripping his eyes away from you so he could grab his own shirt to throw it back on.

You buttoned your pants again, feeling yourself burn again as you realized that Steve was about to touch you. You took your belt off, and you huffed, making Steve turn to look at you. You had the pout on your lips still, looking at him quite mad, and then you flopped on the bed, your face in the pillow, lying down on your stomach.

He couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his lips at your antics, chuckling as he leaned forward, a little bit on top of you. He kissed your clothed back, making the sound of it be a little exaggerated.

“Don’t be mad at me, baby.” You whined against the pillow, your voice muffled against the pillow.

“We won’t ever be alone. We’re in an RV, remember?” You reminded him, and he chuckled, now kissing the top of your head.

“Don’t worry about that. Your boyfriend has a knack for surprises.” At the word, you couldn’t help the stupid giggle that left you.

“My boyfriend.” Which you couldn’t believe still. Your face finally turned to see him smiling down at you. You turned your entire body to face him, and he was hovering a bit over you, supporting his upper body with his elbow, lying on his side.

“Mhm. And you’re my girl.” You flushed all over at that. He said it before, but you don’t think you will get tired of hearing it, of being reminded that you are his. You hoped that it would stay like that, that this won’t ever go away.

Maybe someday, you hoped, he would call you something else.

But that can wait.

You can settle for this now, with a smile on your face, and a soft peck on his lips.

“I’m your girl.”

☀︎

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kissandtellus · 19 hours ago

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Nasty Dog: Hybrid Caleb

Synopsis: Black Cat/Himbo Dog Energy for Hybrid!Caleb and Hybrid!Reader! Her Heat kicks in early and Caleb is a big dumb dog who can’t take a hint:((

Warnings: Omegaverse, Oral, Grinding, Biggg stretch, Size Difference.

Hybrids of opposite species were usually complete opposites. But the world was changing, becoming more accustomed to the idea. Now when you walked on the streets you saw Hybrids of all shapes and sizes together, some even holding the hands of little mixed-species children who lapped happily at ice cream.

That was the world you lived in.

Who else were you fated to spend the rest of eternity with if not your beloved Caleb?

You were raised side by side, every good and bad moment from your childhood was shared with Caleb.

He was a canine Hybrids, a military grade to be exact. His chest was wide, shoulders broad and muscles for the hunt were always coiled like a spring.

You on the other hand, with your cute pouts and sass, was all Feline. Sharp eyes, independent attitude and all.

Learning to love each other was the easy part.

Your nearly glowing eyes looked at the clock on the wall with disinterest. But inside your anxiety made you want to hide under your bed and surround yourself with Caleb’s uniforms. He was supposed to have been home an hour ago.

The smell of your early on-set Heat was filling the apartment. You weren’t supposed to start for another week at the very least.

Caleb forbid Heat suppressants in this house.

“Fuck…” you mewled at the uncomfortable heat pooling between your legs. Every hair on your body was on edge. You were sprawled across the couch, your belly against the fabric as you fought the urge to please yourself. You found out a long time ago that trying to relieve that pressure only made it worse.

Finally. Finally the door opened, and the soft sound of humming came from the doorway. Oh, your big, goofy mate couldn’t take the hint of it hit him in the face. He pounces on you from behind (as if he could ever surprise you).

Caleb laughed and nuzzled the back of your neck. He was far too energetic and happy to notice that tell-tale signs of your Heat. “Did ya miss me Pips? Oh I missed you! Oh-“ he took the arching of your back as you trying to throw him off, not the arch of a Heat induced Omega who needed his knot. “Trying to buck me off? You’re so cute Pips. Well then-“

His jowls clamped the back of your neck, not in the claiming way you desired. More like a dog that was throwing around its favorite rope. His head twisted as he bit down around the flesh and you couldn’t keep playing the game anymore.

“Caleb~!” Oh, that tone. The way your eyes narrowed, mouth fell open and you grinded back against him. He took a sharp breath and you felt him throb through his uniform pants. He had to be sure. He snuck his head down to press his face into the side of your neck, right above your mating mark. “Stupid, big, dumb dog-“

He silenced your insults by sinking his teeth right into the healed over mark, pinning your face to the couch. Your response was a purr of pleasure, maybe even a squeak but you’d never admit it.

He lets go of your neck and laps at the trickle of blood. “Oh Pips, your Heat started early huh?”

Smug, Arrogant, Mean-

He turns you from under him so you are finally gazing up into his big beautiful purple eyes.

Handsome, Lovely, Strong-

“Help me…” you mewl out, arching your back into him. His ears twitch, his noise mimicking the motion. He moves back to his knees, stripping off his uniform too, medals and badges flying every which way.

“I know what you need Pips. Give me a sec.” His voice is doing little to soothe the ache. He peels open the buttons of his undershirt and you are on him in a second. Rubbing your face in his scent, tongue peeking out to taste his flesh. “Pretty girl, use your words ‘kay? Tell me what you need.”

Caleb was big on consent, even when he was throbbing in his tight pants. You whimper, still trying to drink in his taste. “Hey, no.” He grabs the hair on the nape of your neck, pulling you from him by mere inches. “Eyes up here.”

You try to focus your bleary eyes on his features, lips parting in a mewl. “Hurts…” you hiccup, ears flattening back on your head. Caleb coos yours cry, wiping his thumbs under your eyes to catch the stray tears. “Need you Caleb. Feel like I’m gonna die.”

Caleb gives a soft chuckle to your overdramatic display. “I’ve got ya Pips. What do you need from me?

Your hands rest on his shoulders as you pounce, straddling his lap as you grind forward against his bulging cock. “Need your Knot, need it splitting me open, need you to k-a-ahh!”

Before you could finish your pleading, he pushes his hand down the front of your pajama pants. “You’re soaked. My poor girl. Lean back, show me.” You are usually argumentative, baring your teeth and telling him not to tell you what to do. But you are tugging yours cry pants down to yous ankles, grasping the back of your thighs and presenting yourself like the most delectable prey.

Caleb can’t help the actual drool that dribbles down the side of his mouth as he stares at your glistening folds. “Don’t s-stare!” You whine, moving to close your legs again.

But Caleb shoots out his hands and grasps both of your ankles in one hand, pushing them back until your knees are in your chest. “Don’t you dare hide from me. You need this, need me.”

His gloves are still covering those long fingers you want inside of your throbbing cunt. They run down your swollen folds, his eyes flicking from your need to your eyes.

“Pretty Kitty, I’m sorry you had to deal with this today. Let me make it up to you?” And before you can answer, he’s taking off his hat, placing it on your head, and going to town between your legs. Your eyes are rolling back as he devours you. His tongue plunges into your leaking hole, gathering slick on his tongue just to push it back into you.

Your fingers extend to those cute little claws, digging into his scalp. His tail, poking out from his pants, is wagging so fast you fear he might hurt himself. But his eyes never leave your face. He craves your praise, even when the evidence of his good deeds is leaking down his chin.

“Caleb! Ca-ahhh fuck!” His gloved hand comes down sharp on your inner thigh. He pulls back to lick his chops, sharp fangs glistening with your wetness.

“Language, Pipsqueak.”

You mewl, arching your hips back up towards his face.

“Need you! Need your cock! Need your knot! Need-“ Caleb cuts you off with a lunge, pinning your knees to your chest. The motion knocks the air from your lungs. Your legs dangle over his shoulder and he rubs his aching tip between your folds.

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

The noise could make any sinner blush. Your fluffy ears flatten to your skull as you try to find the proper words. Your blubbering out nonsense that would no doubt make you feel embarrassed afterwards.

“Here we go Kitty. Bigggg stretch! Hey no, claws away. Good fuckin’ girl~” His length is stretching your gooey sopping walls to the upmost extent. You are mindful of the claws in his shoulders even as you feel the air push from your lungs.

Yeah. This was going to be a brutal heat.

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jakesimfromstatefarm · 2 days ago

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hiiii!! i love your no doubt series — jake & y/n are the sweetest i’m obsessed!!

i know you don’t focus on jake being an idol a lot but it would be so cute to see maybe him telling his fans about y/n esp bc he’s so obsessed with her :O

HIIII hehehe thanks for being part of the jakeynation <3 and OMGGGG WAIT YES HES SO OBSESSED he cant help but smile whenever someone comments saying "where's yn" or something like that (and also for our sake, let's pretend in the nodoubt!universe, fans aren't crazy and saesangs don't exist and fans would be real fans and be happy that jake is in a loving relationship instead of haters no tea no shade ok byee ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧)

──── TOTALLY CHILL, TOTALLY NORMAL 📷 💬✨ ↳ requested // part of the no doubt series !

"Where's Y/N?"

Jake reads the comment out loud with a squint, leaning in to look at the scrolling chat from his phone that's propped up on a stand in front of him.

He pauses.

And then—

He breaks out into the biggest grin.

And that's it. He's done for. Because now he's going on a full monologue.

"Oh, Y/N?" Jake repeats, voice going soft around the way he says your name like it's the favorite part of the sentence (it is).

"Guys look—" He spins slightly in his chair, reaching over to grab something from the side of the desk. "—she made me lunch today."

Jake holds up a small pink bento box proudly, his eyes shining as he shows it off to the camera. "Woke up early, packed the whole thing, and then—"

He shows a small sticky note to the camera briefly before looking at it, "She left me a threatening note saying I'm sleeping on the couch if I don't eat the veggies in here. She's so romantic."

Jake laughs to himself, shaking his head as he sets the box back down.

His eyes scan the chat again until one comment catches his eye.

"Do you love her?"

Jake whispers it out loud as he reads it.

He blinks.

"...What kind of ques—of course I do," he says, not even hesitating to the camera. "I'm literally obsessed with her. I think would sell my—"

Jake stops.

Blinks again.

"...Actually I think she told me not to say this kind of stuff online anymore. Hold on."

He clears his throat, sitting up straighter now.

"I love my girlfriend a very normal and very healthy amount. I am not obsessed with her. I do not have her contact saved under twelve heart emojis and a star. I do not leave practice early just to hear about her day. I am totally normal. Totally chill."

A beat of silence.

A million comments rushing in.

Then—

Buzz.

Jake pauses as a notification pops up on his phone screen. He leans in, squinting.

Then—

He bursts out laughing, hand flying up to cover his face as his ears go completely pink.

"Oh my god," his voice muffled as his hand covers his face still, "She just texted me."

"She said—all caps by the way—'STOP TALKING ABOUT ME I'M WATCHING YOU RIGHT NOW AND YOUR FACE IS RED YOU LOSER.'"

Jake nearly falls out his chair as he leans back, giggling like an idiot teenage girl.

After a while, he finally catches his breath and exhales, saying a little softer, "She's watching right now."

He leans back towards the camera, looking right into it—

"Hi pretty," he says, voice low and shameless. "Sorry. Couldn't help it. I miss you."

The comments are spamming in more than ever, but Jake doesn't even see them.

He smiles again, smaller this time. Warmer.

Just for you.

"I'll be home soon."

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katseyeronic · 2 days ago

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Gameboy

Gn!reader x Sorority!Daniela

summary: “One will always hurt more than the other person does.” Daniela rises to the top while you’re stuck at the bottom of the college chain. There was once a time where you two were the best of friends. Unsaid words, Unsaid feelings.

tags: angst (sorry..), Reader pining over Daniela, Curse words being thrown. Daniela lowkey being so mean. Complex!reader and Daniela. Flashbacks are in italics and bold!

a/n: first ever angst fic. scary i hope it lives up to the summary. Sorority Katseye truther over here :)

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“We can do this… right?” Daniela muttered hesitantly leaning against your locker looking around. Second day of college and she’s already overthinking.

“For the sixth time today Dani, Yes! We have each other.” You laughed shaking your head. Did anyone tell her how endearing she looked with her nervous gaze around the school? It amazed her how you were so sure that they would always have each other.

Daniela’s top priority was popularity. What’s the fastest way to get to the top? Easy. Join a sorority, have sorority sisters and be at the top of the college chain. She would be set for her whole college experience. Her second priority was to enjoy college and all it has to offer. Grades came third.

If anyone were to ask you what your first priority would be, it would Daniela. The girl you’ve crushed on since you were young. The girl you would do anything for. Your second would probably be getting through college life without falling under anyone’s radar. Just the thought of it makes you feel sick. Thirdly, studies.

“I’m going to be one of those girls soon.” Dani promised to herself seeing Sophia Laforteza and her group of sorority girls walk by. You raised a brow.

“As long as you don’t change yourself Dani.” You shook your head pushing her slight to get to your locker. Dani scoffed as if the thought was absurd.

“I would never.”

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If you had known how big of a liar she was that day, you would have called her out on her bullshit. God, how could you ever be so gullible to believe Daniela.

“We aren’t friends” Daniela said that day and the disgust on her face and in her tone almost made you throw up right then and there. How dare she erase years of your love and friendship.

Those words rang in your ears every time you two make eye contact. Right now was no different as your eyes briefly met Daniela’s during a class. You turned back to the class. Those weren’t your Dani’s eyes anymore.

“Y/n, you’re partnered up with Daniela.” Your body froze. No. The universe has to be playing some cruel joke on both of you. There was once a time both of you would have been happy to be partners. Not anymore.

Once class had ended, you rushed to your teacher’s desk. “Mr. Thompson, there has to be a mistake, I can’t work with Daniela and-“ He placed his hand up.

“There’s nothing I can do.” He muttered and you could almost laugh in his face. He did this on purpose. You grumbled walking out and seeing Daniela waiting outside for you.

“It’s almost flattering how much you’re despising working with me.” Daniela said with a cocky smirk. Is she mocking you? That’s insane. “I’ll come over tonight and we can set up the small stuff.”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t even want to talk to her. You just simply nodded and walked off knowing she knew where you lived.

Walking with Lara, one of Daniela’s sorority sisters, you complained about everything considering she knew of the situation before she fully joined the house.

In all honesty, you never expected to get close with Lara yet somehow she slithered in picking up the pieces Daniela broke. Lara saw you for you and she never once judged it. She let you rant on how you never got to say the words you wanted to say to Daniela, what you would’ve done if you were to turn back time and she listened with open ears and arms.

You obviously never went to her house knowing Daniela would be there. She too never understood why Daniela denied being friends with you, It would have never jeopardised her spot in the sorority house.

“Yeah no, I think the universe is just out to get you.” Lara shrugged stifling a laugh as you told her how Daniela was coming over tonight and you haven’t necessarily told your mom that you two stopped being friends.

“Anyone told you how much of an ass you are?” You deadpanned as Lara gave you a small kiss on the cheek as an apology which quirked up a small smile. You felt eyes behind you but you shrugged it off. Probably one of the guys or girls ogling Lara again.

How wrong you were. Daniela was glaring at the small kiss Lara gave you on your cheek. That used to be her. Her glare softened when she realised that she had no one to blame but herself.

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When she first stepped foot into your house, she was shocked to be met with a hug from your mom. She thought your mom would have hated her but no. Here she was being hugged by your mom before dismissed to your room.

“I thought your mom would have hated me.” Daniela spoke up coming into your room and her eyes immediately landing on the frame on your bedside table. It was you and her, she was kissing your cheek, the same spot Lara did and you were closing your eyes with a small blush. You kept it.

“Didn’t tell her, didn’t want her to hate you.” And those words did it for her. She’d been an absolutely mean girl to you and you’re still thinking about her? She nodded briefly and you two got started on your work.

“You and Lara seem close.”

“She doesn’t hide her friendship with me.”

And all those shots were repetitive. One of you bringing something up while working and the other shooting back with their own snarky remark.

Everyday you two would work on it, slowly the tension fell and you had actually started to let your guard down slowly but surely. It didn’t have to mean anything but everyday the light in you dwindles down seeing Daniela ignore you again and again.

“I met this guy and-“ Yeah that did it for you. She met a guy and she’s telling you all about it like you two were actual friends? How pathetic can she be? It’s as if she got over the fact that she completely stopped being your friends just to rise to the top.

You didn’t want to say anything, you saw how happy she was rambling about it while you two worked on the finishing touches of the project but this bitter feeling in your chest was slowly rising.

“Good for you, Daniela.” You muttered half heartedly, eyes not looking at her but to your project instead. Leave it up to you to realise you still have feelings for Daniela Avanzini. She paused, looking at you, trying to decipher your thoughts. You used to be an open book to her and only her.

“You used to call me Dani.” Daniela said waiting for a reaction. Anything to show that you cared enough. “You used to care.”

“You used to want to be my best friend, Daniela. Things change. People change.” Your eyes met her and for the first time since you two stopped being friends, she saw how drained you looked. A stark contrast from how she looked.

She was genuinely happy. Her smile was brighter, her laughter brought people joy and yet it only brought you pain to hear how happy she was without you. “The sorority is having a party this weekend.” She invited subtly. “You should come.”

To you, it was a glimpse of hope. Your heart fluttered slightly. Was she not ashamed anymore? Did she want to be friends? To her however, it was nothing but pity, hoping that you can get out there and meet new friends. She wanted you to move on like she has.

“I’ll come.”

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Coming to the party was your biggest regret, immediately you felt out of place. This was what she wanted? A whole area of people drinking, sweat. Disgusting.

“You came! Oh my god it took me months to convince you and Dani only had to spend a day with you?” Lara grinned hugging you and passing you a drink immediately. You forced a small smile ignoring how people call Daniela, Dani. That used to only be you calling her that.

While Lara rambled on about some girl, you looked at the dance floor seeing Daniela dance. Making eye contact with her, she didnt move her gaze away while you stared at her. The dance was sultry. Does she know what she’s doing to you?

And then you see it, that one thing that made you realise, she knew about your feelings all along. That smirk. She smirked like she was proud of always stringing you along.

Holy shit. This was always a game to her. Since the start, she had managed to give you just enough to still have feelings but never enough to think she wants anything more.

Those eye contacts she did, those small smiles, the bumping into each other. You had thought they were all mockery, bullying. Anything. You never once thought it would be a subtle claim. A reminder of the hold she has on your heart and oh she is squeezing that heart enough that it hurts but never till it breaks. A reminder that she exists.

“Hey are you listening?” Lara asked concerned etched on her face, you broke eye contact and looked at her. “I need air.” You mutter running outside for air. What the actual fuck? It was a game and she was the game master. You were the puppet.

“Hey? You left so abruptly and Lara didn’t know when I asked, are you okay?” Daniela appeared touching your shoulder and for the first time ever, you flinched from her touch.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You spat looking at her with tear filled eyes. “This was all a game to you. You knew about my feelings! You knew and Oh my God! Why was I so stupid?” You paced and Daniela’s eyes turned sharp. Oh fuck.

“Everyone knew.” Daniela confirmed softly watching as your gaze turned to her in disbelief. “You were pathetic with it.”

“Go to hell, Daniela.” You chuckled bitterly. This was never your Dani. Since the day you stepped into college, Dani was gone and replaced her was Daniela. “I loved you.”

“You still do.” Daniela said like it was a known fact and you almost wanted to smack that smirk off her face. How was this not hurting her too? Maybe it was. No one really knew except Daniela. She hesitated, not knowing if she should say something. “I loved you too.”

For once, you didn’t know if she was lying to pull you back in or not. You looked at her and all you saw was a stone cold expression. She was probably lying right? “You’re so fucking manipulative.” You shook your head walking off.

“You were easy to manipulate!” Daniela yelled out as she saw you walk off. Maybe it was a desperate attempt to get you to fight with her. To stay for once but you took it as her being far too gone to be saved so you continued walking. This time never looking back. This might have been a game to her but oh it was everything to you.

You didn’t turn back, you wanted to but you couldn’t. You needed this ounce of self respect to walk off and never talk to her again but if you had just turned, you would see a glimpse of Dani. a glimpse of a tear falling before she wiped it off quick. You would see her shoulders slumping like she was drained too.

But why would you? The two of you only cared about your own feeling. Too hurt to see past each other’s pain. She levelled up and you? you had quit the game. A game you never signed up for and a game she was unaware she had subconsciously made.

Congratulations, Both of you lost.

Would you like to restart from the beginning or continue on?

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parkerslatte · 3 days ago

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Not So Private

Bang Chan Ver.

Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

SS Count: 3

Warnings: 9th member au. minor hate comments. implied sex. fluff.

Summary: After getting engaged, Y/N and Chan share the news with the world.

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The rain hitting the window was the only sound in the room. The couple layingin bed together, softly caressed one another’s skin. No words of affection needed to be said. The sheets covering their bare bodies was the only thing protecting them from the cool evening air.

“So,” Y/N said, finally breaking the silence after a long time. “How do we get around this?”

Chan looked down at her as she admired the ring on her finger. It was simple but suited Y/N perfectly. The smile that tugged on Chan’s lips was nothing but affectionate.

“The company has given us the go ahead to announce it in our own way,” Y/N continued. “But don’t you think that dropping news that we are engaged when no one even knew we were dating will cause a lot of drama.”

The worried crease between Y/N’s eyebrows deepened as she looked at her ring. Many thoughts swirled through her head– some positive, some negative. Right now, the negative comments were outweighing the positive. Y/N could already picture what some people would say. After all, being a member of a group that primarily consisted of boys other than herself– she was used to the comments some made about her. But what she didn’t want to do is make it seem like they were being proved right when they weren’t.

Chan’s hand covered her own as he gently brought it to his lips. “I know what you’re thinking and just know that if anyone mentions anything like that, all of us are on your side and will defend you– me most importantly.”

“I know,” Y/N replied. “And I know that those types of comments have slowed down in the past few years but I don’t want them to resurface again. You saw how they affected me.”

“And I will shut them down the moment I see one,” Chan replied. “You won’t just be my girlfriend. Soon you will be my wife.”

A giddy smile pulled at his lips at the mention of the word ‘wife’. Y/N couldn’t help but smile too– cuddling further into his side. “You aren’t ever going to get tired of that, are you?”

“No,” Chan said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But in all seriousness, I will shut those stupid comments down– so will everyone else. You are one of the most important people in my life– if not the most important. I love you and I’m not going to stand by and watch people spread around false rumours.”

“I love you,” Y/N muttered as she pressed a soft kiss to Chan’s jaw.

Chan held her tighter as he fiddled with the ring on her finger. It looked strange being there, Y/N thought. She wasn’t used to the cool material being on that finger yet. But as she looked at it more, the more happiness flooded her heart.

“Somehow I’ve never had a dating rumour with you,” Y/N said, a hint of amusement in her tone as she broke the short silence. “I’ve seen some speculation but people never really picked up on anything.”

Chan smiled as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I don’t know how. We haven’t exactly tried to hide it over the past year. We both spent Christmas with my family in Australia and we spent New Year's in your home country.”

Y/N laughed. “I saw people online saying how you were just being a great leader and supporting me.”

Chan’s laughter trailed off as he linked his fingers with Y/N’s. “I think the announcement should just be simple. We don’t need a grand gesture.”

Y/N hummed in agreement. “I think I want this post to be the only time we mention it. Obviously we won’t need to hide it anymore, we don’t need to be afraid to make eye contact in public or afraid of touching in any videos. But our relationship has been the only thing we have been able to keep to ourselves for the past few years, I don’t want that to change.”

“It won’t,” Chan said. “We’ve done well keeping our relationship separate from work. It’s not going to change because we announced it to the world. “

Y/N smiled and pressed a kiss to his chest before grabbing her phone. “We just want it to be a simple photo, right?”

Y/N climbed out of the bed, throwing Chan a t-shirt and grabbed one of her own before climbing back into bed. Chan’s arm wrapped around her shoulder as she relaxed back into his chest.

“You take the photo,” Y/N said, handing him her phone. “You have longer arms than me.”

Chan playfully rolled his eyes and quickly took a photo, angling it perfectly to show Y/N’s engagement ring.

“There’s no point in putting a caption right?” Y/N said, staring at the photo. “It speaks for itself.”

The ring wasn’t even the main part of the photo but Y/N was sure the way her head rested on his chest spoke enough words to convey the message. As Chan handed her back her phone, Y/N smiled at it. Chan wasn’t even looking at the camera, he was looking directly at her, no other emotion but love and admiration in his eyes.

As Y/N hit post she immediately locked her phone and threw it down on the side of the bed. She already knew that there would be an influx of comments and there would be extreme buzz on social media and many articles being written but Y/N didn’t care as she relaxed into Chan’s hold.

“I love you,” Chan muttered as he tilted her head towards him.

Y/N smiled as she leaned closer, her lips ghosting over his. “I love you too.”

Without wasting another moment, Chan pressed his lips to Y/N’s, both of them completely ignoring the storm they had caused outside of their small bubble.

Note: This will be the first part of a small mini-series where Y/N and a skz member's relationship gets revealed to the fans. Each member has a different scenario and I already have the next two mostly written so they will hopefully be posted soon!

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fandom-imagines-stories · 3 days ago

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Happy Fourth of July

Lt. Robert ‘BOB’ Floyd x Reader

Words: 3341

Summary: Penny hosts an Independence Day Bash that the whole gang is invited to. The reader finds herself drawn to a certain, quiet WSO.

Notes: The amount of will power it took to not name this Independence Day… Anyway, this one is just super sweet and fluffy and was a blast to write. I hope you enjoy!

More Bob and 80s-inspired movies: HERE

There was no reason to be nervous. You knew that. Everyone there was friendly- well, friendly-ish. They were pilots. Not that that bothered you. You knew tons of pilots. It came with working at The Hard Deck. They were flirty, arrogant, and sometimes couldn’t pay their tab, but if they were invited by Penny, then they couldn’t be so bad… right?

You straightened your red, western-style vest and looked in the mirror. You felt a bit like a rodeo clown, but Penny insisted it made you look ‘like a sexy firecracker’, whatever that meant. Paired with a white tank top and denim shorts, you looked thoroughly decked out for the holiday.

“Making a fool out of yourself is one of the best parts of life,” Penny had said when she took you shopping. “You’ll learn that the longer you spend with those yahoos.”

“And by yahoos, you mean your boyfriend?” You snickered. “Also, nobody says yahoo anymore.”

“Yes, Maverick, but also his pilot ducklings that treat him like he’s a god. And believe me, when you meet them,” you’ll understand. Was all the elaboration she gave you.

Maverick equals plane god. Pilots equal… ducks?

You checked your hair one more time and decided it would just have to be good enough or else you’d fuss over it for another hour. If you didn’t force yourself out that door, there was every chance Penny would sail over and drag you out herself. She said she always liked an excuse to come out to Sky Reef.

It was the reason you moved out to North Island to begin with. Your grandfather owned a small island off the coast with a bungalow and sail boat. He always kept to himself, except when he was getting drinks at the Deck with his old Navy buddies. It was close enough that getting to work was never an issue, but far enough that the noise of the beach didn’t quite reach you.

As your little boat made its way across the stretch of water, you spotted a huddle of people on the beach. They darted around, their laughter carrying out to you across the waves. A ball flew back and forth but it wasn’t like any game of football you’d ever seen. Behind them, smoke trailed up from a barbecue, and Penny waved.

“Y/N!” She called out. “You came!”

You laughed, waving back. “Here I am!”

Her voice sang over the crowd, like a queen commanding her knights. “Boys, go help her at the dock. I need her for the drinks!”

You’d promised to make your grandfather’s famous boozy iced tea. Penny had begged you for the recipe for years but the old man swore you to secrecy. She jokingly dubbed it North Island Iced Tea, which wasn’t too far off to be honest.

Three of the players from the beach jogged across the sand to the small dock she let you use whenever you had a shift. Your grandfather’s boat wasn’t too big, so you didn’t have to worry about running aground. It also meant you didn’t really need help tying her off, so you had a sneaking suspicion that Penny had ulterior motives. You had the knots half done by the time they even reached you.

“Well, fellas, I think our work here is done for us,” one of them said, grin spreading on his face. “Which just leaves room for introductions.” A handshake accompanied a wink. “Jake Seresin.”

You took his hand, unable to hide a smirk of your own. “I believe we’ve met, Lieutenant.” He raised a brow. “Penny made you buy a round for that terrible pick-up line.”

The mustachioed one next ot him howled with laughter, pityingly putting an arm around his shoulder. You crossed your arms, letting the confidence of the moment take over like riding a wave.

“And don’t think I don’t remember having you thrown overboard, Bradshaw,” you scolded. “No amount of pretty piano playing could save you from a declined card.”

Now it was Jake’s turn to snicker, blowing out a low whistle. But it wasn’t the two of them you were paying attention to, no. It was the one kneeling at the edge of the dock, tying off the last line.

“Thank you,” you said, walking over to him.

The man’s eyes widened behind his glasses as his head snapped up, like he was surprised you’d noticed him at all.

“Oh, um,” he let the extra line fall against the post. “You’re welcome.” For a second, he just stood there, looking at you, but then he held out a hand. “I’m Bob.”

There was something about his small, nervous smile that had heat creeping into your chest.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah. You work with Penny, right?” His fingers grazed your wrist and sent a shiver up your arm.

“I work for Penny,” you laughed. “I think I’ve seen you in before.”

“Bob here is our stealth man,” Jake said, patting him roughly against his chest. “But hey, it’s always the quiet ones.” He winked at you again.

Bob ducked his head to hide his blush. You remembered him a little more, then. He was always polite when he ordered and always carried all the drinks back to the others. And he always wished you a nice day.

“Well, boys,” you said to all three, “those drinks aren’t going to make themselves.”

Bradley Bradshaw gave you a mock salute. Jake just smiled that cocky, flyboy smile, and Bob double checked the lines. You stayed back with him, the quietness of his demeanor calming amongst the blaring music and chatting crowd. The two of you fell into step together, listening to the calm roll of the waves beneath your feet.

“So do you like working at the Hard Deck?” He asked, though you could barely what him over the game of not-football. Bradley and Jake had rejoined, playfully tackling each other.

“Yeah,” you said, still watching the game unfold. “Yeah. Penny has been great and you Navy boys always keep things interesting.” You tried to follow along, but they all ran around each other with no apparent formation or anything. “I’m sorry, but what the hell are they playing?” You stopped so abruptly, his shoulder bumped yours. It’s your turn to blush and his sheepish smile returned with excitement.

“Dogfight football,” he said. “Maverick taught us. It’s offense and defense at the same time.” His gaze followed one of the women playing as she made her way down the beach. She must have scored, because he yelled, “Yeah Phoenix!” Bob turned his attention back to you. “It’s a lot of fun.”

“Looks like it.” You continued along the dock and onto the beach, turning back to him, expecting him to still be watching the game, but he was looking at you. “Don’t let me keep you. I’m sure you want to get back in.”

There was that shy smile again. “Actually, I could use a break.”

That feeling in your chest swelled. To be looked at the way he looked at you. To be noticed, really noticed, not like guys sometimes did at the bar. Irises the color of the ocean you’d just sailed on stared into yours with interest and attention and you could do nothing but keep walking with him at your side.

Penny and Pete stood over the grill together. She cooked, he mostly tried to sneak a grilled peach and kept getting swatted at by her spatula. You’d met Captain Mitchell a couple of times. He was exactly how you always imagined your grandfather when he was young- charming, a little over-confident, and only able to love so completely, it showed in everything he did.

“So she didn’t manage to scare you off, huh Bob?” Pete teased, hooking an arm around you for a side hug.

Bob glanced at you again. Noticing. “No, sir.”

“I told you,” Pete tsked, tossing a drink umbrella at the younger pilot. “This is a party, Bob. You don’t have to call me sir.”

Bob just nodded, muttering another ‘yes, sir’ which earned him another umbrella to the cheek. He flinched but didn’t deflect it, making all of you laugh.

“Will you quiet it?” You scolded, snatching the container of drink accessories away from Pete. “I need those.”

Penny snickered, flipping over a hamburger and shaking her head. “You are just as bad as they are, I swear.” She pointed at the group of people tackling each other on the beach.

Pete’s grin never faltered for a second. “You’d better help the lady with those drinks, lieutenant." He kissed Penny’s cheek. “I think our captain is getting restless.” He reached over her shoulder and managed to pop a slice of peach in his mouth only to spit it out again. “Shit, that’s hot.”

“I only told you that a dozen times!”

You smiled at the couple and found yourself reaching for Bob’s hand. “Come on. The stuff’s in here.”

His fingers laced together with yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. That alone made your head swim more than any drink you could mix up. The two of you went into the bar, where Penny had left out what she thought were the ingredients you needed. You laughed to yourself and put them all away, grabbing the large pitcher.

“Now,” you said, counting out the correct bottles. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to turn around.” Bob’s head tilted, a little line forming between his brows. You giggled like a kid and only felt a little embarrassed by it because this man was just so cute. “This is a secret recipe. Upon pain of death, lieutenant.” You made a twirling motion with your finger.

“I see. Well, when you put it that way.” He did as he was told, turning so his back was to you. “I wouldn’t want to compromise your mission.”

“Thank you.” You grabbed another pitcher since there was such a big group and began to mix the right liquors to make the iced tea, using very little actual tea.

“So are you from the area?” Bob asked, rocking back and forth on his heels. His hands were clasped behind him and his eyes scanned everything on his side of the bar.

“No, actually. I moved out here to take care of my grandpa a couple of years ago.” You’d made the drink so many times, it felt like second nature now, pouring the ingredients together and adding ice. “Penny gave me a job and I’ve loved it here ever since.”

“Is your grandfather coming tonight?”

You couldn’t help the wince that overtook your features. “No. He, uh, passed away last year.”

Bob glanced briefly over his shoulder, a deep and sympathetic look on his face. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. He was sick for a long time and-” You inhaled. “Eyes forward, soldier.”

Bob whipped back around. “Right, sorry.”

You were just about done anyway, only needing to take a few glasses out and pour you each a drink for ‘testing’. “Alright, you can look now.” Holding one out for him, you took a sip of your own to make sure it was right. Sweet, refreshing, and packing a punch.

Bob drank and his eyes widened. “Wow.”

“Right?” You grabbed one of the pitchers while he got the other. “Careful, though, this stuff will sneak up on you.”

“Noted,” he chuckled. “Don’t give it to the firework brigade.” He took another sip and followed you back out to rejoin the party.

Through the whole of dinner, you were catching up on how the team met and the journey of Maverick- rebellious pilot to reluctant teacher to Penny’s grill bandit. Now, the group of Top Gun top pilots met every chance that they could, many of them having formed deep friendships, even the unlikely pairs like Bob and Jake, or as they called him, Hangman.

“We should make this a tradition,” Penny suggested. “Every fourth, I’ll throw a dinner and you idiots better do your best to get your asses here for it.”

Another group might have said yes halfheartedly, knowing that they would come up with some excuse not to come next year. But when everyone raised their glasses and cheered in agreement, you knew they meant it. The thought made your smile widen even more.

“And I hear one of us may be around more often.” Pete motioned to the young man next to you. “Rumor has it, Robert Reynolds will be assisting in the WSO course at Top Gun.”

A collective round of hoots and hollers made its way around the table while Bob’s face turned red. Pete patted him on the back with a “I look forward to working with you.”

Penny shot you a knowing look across the table.

You frowned.

She shrugged innocently and poured herself another glass of tea.

“Professor Baby-On-Board.” Jake teased, rustling Bob’s hair. Bob shoved him off, but couldn’t help laughing.

“So I guess that means we’ll be seeing a lot more of you,” Penny said, giving you another eyebrow-raise.

“Yeah.” Bob cleared his throat, sneaking a glance at you. “Yeah, I hope so.”

Penny nodded, a plotting smile spreading across her face. You pretended not to notice.

“Does anybody want some more chips?” You asked, forcing your attention to the empty bowl instead of the very cute and soon-to-be very local naval pilot beside you. Just because he was sticking around didn’t mean you needed to get your hopes up. So you picked up the bowl and headed back toward the bar for a refill.

“Bob, could you go help Y/N grab the extra BBQ chips from inside? I think there should be several bags,” Penny asked sweetly, making you roll your eyes and snicker to yourself.

“Yes, ma’am.” Bob wasted no time and caught up with you in just a few strides. “What’s so funny?”

You just shook your head and took the bowl inside. Once the door was closed, you flashed him an apologetic look. “I”m sorry about her. Ever since my grandpa died, she must be worried I’m going to keel over on the island all alone and-”

“I’m sorry,” Bob held up a hand, “what are you talking about?” He watched with such sweet curiosity it melted your heart.

“Well, Bob, I think you have become the next victim in Penny’s match-making project.”

“Oh.” He stayed in the doorway, pushing up his glasses. “I did think it was weird she thought you need help carrying chip bags. I mean, you definitely seem like a strong and capable woman who can take any bag of sliced spuds she comes across.” He glanced back up with a sheepish smile.

“I don’t know,” you sighed dramatically at the whole two bags on the counter. “Seems like a two-man job to me.”

His uncertainty faded into something warm in his chest. He liked the way you laughed, like there was a joke he was finally in on. You noticed him. He didn’t know how else to explain it. You saw him when so often he was left in the background. And he liked it.

“If you insist,” he teased back, snatching up both bags so you could just take the bowl. Bob let you go ahead, admiring the way the straps of your sundress sat delicately on your shoulders, sun-kissed and freckled in places.

He couldn’t help but hope that maybe, if he was reading you correctly, Penny might be on to something.

Around sunset, the crew began setting up the firework “show stopper”, as Jake called it. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen that many explosives, if ever. A part of you even wondered if they had to get permission from the Navy for something this big. With Maverick’s reputation, though, you figured it might lean more towards a forgiveness over permission kind of deal. While the others stood around, putting things together, you found yourself beside Bob, both of you staring out at the orange and gold horizon.

“This is my favorite part,” Bob said. “Before it all starts.” His glasses reflected the sunset and he nervously toyed with the hem of his shirt.

“Not a fan of fireworks, huh?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head. “Smoke in the air.”

Your stomach sank. Of course. The Fourth was known for being a holiday that could trigger PTSD, and, from what Penny said, these guys had seen a lot.

Bob gave you a shy smile and tucked his hands in his pockets. “It’s not so bad. I like watching the colors and everything. It’s mostly just the noise. And they all really like doing them, so…” He trailed off.

An idea sparked in your mind and, once again, your fingers intertwined with his. “Come with me.”

Bob glanced back at the others, waiting for some catcall or teasing remark, but they were all focused on getting set up. He nodded and you nearly pulled him off his feet, leading him down to a small boat at the dock.

“Where are we going?” He laughed, almost out of breath from how fast you were dragging him.

“Just trust me.” You started the boat’s small engine and he climbed on board.

Bob was right. His old squadron were too busy with the fireworks to notice the little vessel cutting across the water. Penny, however, shaded her eyes and watched you go.

“Y/N leaving already?” Pete asked, his gaze following hers.

“I think we’ve been ditched for a party of two,” she said, beaming.

The sun was gone when you reached the island and the first few stars were coming out to watch the show. You docked and Bob tied the lines. He marveled at the quaint waterfront house at the end of the beach.

“You live here?” He awed.

You blushed. “My grandpa left it to me. He said I was the only one he wanted to have it.” Finishing up with the boat, you found the perfect spot on the beach to see the other shore. “Wait here, I’ll go get something to sit on.”

You rushed inside to the little storage shed attached to the bungalow. Just next to the door was a large, navy-blue blanket. On the other side were two folded up lawn chairs. After a brief consideration, you bit your lip and grabbed the blanket.

Bob stood along the tide, letting it wash over his feet. Hearing the door behind him, he turned, the excitement and nerves he got every time he looked at you building up at you. Even in the faint light of the stars, you looked beautiful.

“I think they’re about to start,” he said.

You laid out the blanket and stretched yourself over it, propping yourself up on your hands. After a second's hesitation, he joined you, half sitting, half lying down like you were. His hand planted right beside yours, the tips of his fingers grazing yours.

“We’ll still hear them, but it shouldn’t be as loud,” you explained. “And the smoke won’t reach over here-”

“Can I guess you?” Bob blurted, already leaning forward like you were drawing him in with each breath.

You were taken off guard for a second and your collective shyness settled between the two of you. But, with a shaky breath, you managed to say, “Yes.”

Bob’s eyes fell to your lips. His hand moved on top of yours. Slowly, he closed the space between you. His lips were soft and tasted like the watermelon you’d had with dinner. Your hand came up to his face. His moved to the small of your back to pull you closer.

You didn’t even notice the first firework go off.

It really was a spectacular show, as promised, and the distance helped to settle Bob’s anxiety. Well, that, and the warmth of your body against his as you spent the night in each other’s arms, watching sparks take over the sky.

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick imagine #independence day #bob floyd x reader #lewis pullman imagine #lewis pullman #robert floyd #top gun maverick bob #penny top gun #fourth of july

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simmeons · 2 days ago

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GAH guys formal apology if this shit is either really short and sweet or super long and sappy i fear i can not find a middle ground

FIRST OFF. YOU SNOWY. GRISPS YOU. ur literally one of my best friends i don't know u understand truly when i mention you in conversations you're a best friend and puuggg ilysm i love Snowbot i love all the fixations you go through i love just seeing you being happy and talking with me and in the server. Also I Am So Sorry About That Spider We Tried💔💔💔GELLPP but WAHHH I LOVE YOU i love how you can just DM me bout Justin Timberlake and then you'll be talking about how he gets 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 in a movie i love it so much you're my little tweaker

@vitoruwii no words could express my love for u vro. you're my platonic soulmate (because we all know Scotty is my romantic one heh i love my wife) i would give up my left arm for you. just not my right one i really like that one i need that one to draw Yorlik you understand the grind. i love how you've been with me through the recent drama with Those Who Shall Not Be Named and you've helped me become a better person. to this day i feel like the luckiest person to have you in my life because truly my wife would be so much more boring without you in it. i love our OCs and the relationships we've created between them, i love when we play overwatch together and i love when we do whiteboards. i don't know if you remember, but i remember years back when i first met you in the Ishimondo server and i just thought you were the coolest person ever. your art was gorgeous and you were such a creative mind. if i ever lost you i think it would be like reading Scotty dying in the book again. im ur omega forever bro trust❤️‍🩹

@aceship-sconesterprise I know we don't talk a lot one on one, but i don't really mind! i appreciate the friendship we have because you and Andi (who YES I WILL GET TO YOU TOO BRO) both directly got me into scones. It was your stories that got me into making a Tumblr account, just to follow you! I loved waking up everyday of June knowing there would be a devilish story waiting for me, and I can't express how special I feel knowing you've read mine too! I love randomly sending you things that remind me of you, even though every time I feel like a weirdo, you're very kind. I absolutely adore Ms Farie, Aporal, and the rest of your OCs- and I know I'll grow to love the other non-trek ones after I finally sit down and watch their source material! ...one day.. I did sorta watch a Numbers episode when I couldn't sleep at 1am I AM TRYING!!!!!!!! Anyways just know that I love you a lot and admittedly every time you go on your digital detox I get extremely sad and I miss you like a dog. But you didn't hear that from me okay

@thesconesyard of course I had to include you too, Andi! We don't interact a lot but I still value you a lot in my life. I'm so glad to see you're back to work on your cowboy Enterprise series, and I can't wait to see what you do with them next! Your slice of life posts, even if I don't engage all the time (mostly because I'm not all that active on this app anymore, oops) give me some comfort because it's a bit of a reality check. I'm sure I've already said it before, but you do inspire me to keep doing, stop thinking my life will magically end after I turn 20. You give me some hope in life as odd and silly as that sounds

@dilfoez hey there bro.... Heh... I absolutely love how we can bounce scones off one another, and I love the little tweaker mirror scones we've created together! Our doomed yaoi 💓 I love all your F/Os (and they love you too they told Scotty and then Scotty told me TRUST) and I love seeing ur cute posts about them ouugggh it makes me giggle I love happy relationships. One day I will watch Dead Man Waking... I promise u vro..

To any other moots of mine I haven't tagged, know I love you all very much as well! Please, PLEASE do not feel scared to talk to me or anything, I am very open to becoming closer with you all! I love everyone who leaves nice comments or reblogs. Hell, even a like makes me smile. Mmmwahh

favirote moots?

(People you tag have to reblog and say their favorite moots)

Okay wait

@ibrokeurheartbcuzubrokemine @foliverfalls @allyeilishh @addisonraesbaby @emiliesblohsh @bilsslut @noodleswashere @bilsbabyy @bitchesbrokenpromises @billsdollie

#simon lore

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shotofesspresso · 2 days ago

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so american

summary: In which a singer known for her sad songs surprises everyone with a romantic song, and fans can’t help but try to figure out who it’s about

Lando Norris x Singer!reader

fc: Olivia Rodrigo

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yourusername I am so excited to announce my second album GUTS. GUTS is a collection of my saddest thoughts written into even sadder songs! I can’t wait for you guys to listen.

xoxo, your resident sad girl 💜

user1 I am so excited

user2 this better win a grammy

user3 why is so much of the F1 grid in her likes

user4 well they have good taste

user5 I love how all her songs are so sad

user6 It’s her brand atp

user7 it would be more surprising if she wrote a happy love song

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yourusername GUTS out NOW!!! Thank you guys for all the support. The bad idea right mv out tonight!! PS: get your tissues before you listen

Xoxo 💜

user1 yeah I cried listening to pretty isn’t pretty and what about it

user2 I LOVE YOU

chappelroan 💜 liked by author

user3 I know Alex introduced Y/N’s music to the grid

lilymhe on repeat liked by author

user4 I love their friendship

user5 tour when?

user6 not a single happy song on this album and I am living for it

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yourusername Gracias Mexico! BEST FOOD EVER!

user1 ok you ate (literally) liked by author

user2 doing everything but going on tour

alex_albon fatty

yourusername I’m telling @/lilymhe that you’re bullying me in my own comment section

lilymhe get out of her comment section @/alex_albon

lilymhe so beautiful liked by author

user3 Alex’s comment is taking me out

user4 GO ON TOUR PLEASE!!!

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lando Mexico City. Best food ever

user1 You’re so fine

user2 what is that last picture

alex_albon big back

user3 do you get deja vu

user4 what?

user3 Y/N posted a Mexico post and her caption and photos were very similar

user5 girl…..

user6 nurse she’s out again

user7 wow so crazy 2 people went to Mexico and ate food there 😑

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yourusername thank you for all the love on GUTS! I am so excited to announce the GUTS world tour

xoxo, your resident sad girl!

user1 FINALLY

user2 YAYAYAYA

user3 what is lando doing in the likes

user4 you guys have to stop making a big deal about stuff like this

chappellroan see you soon!

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yourusername I LOVE LONDON

user1 gorgeous

user2 did you find a London boy?

lilymhe do you love London or a London boy? liked by author

yourusername woah this was unnecessary

user3 WAIT WHATTT

user4 is our resident sad girl not a sad girl anymore????

user5 is this part of a soft launch?

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yourusername guts (spilled) out on friday!!!

user1 IM SO EXCITED

user2 more sad songs to cry to

lando 💜

user3 HELLO!!!!

user4 guys this has to mean something

user5 lando in the comments has to be a confirmation

user6 i’m lowkey here for lando and y/n

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yourusername and he says I’m so american

user1 HELLO SO AMERICAN???!!!

user2 our girl is in love

user3 “everybody’s falling in love and I’m falling behind”

user4 Lando in the likes again

user5 what if so american is about him?

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yourusername and he laughs at all my jokes

user1 girl whose arm is that!!!

user2 no one can convince me that she’s dating lando

user3 oh she’s in love LOVE

lilymhe ily

yourusername ily more

lando 💜 liked by author

user4 sir what are you doing here

user5 HELLO!!???

user6 this is confirmation

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lando red light, stop signs

user1 bro just snuck a soft launch in there

user2 the driver’s license lyric!!!

user3 that’s @yourusername for sure

yourusername 💜 liked by author

user4 the hearts on each others post is driving me insane

F1gossip Lando Norris and singer Y/N L/N spotted together. Will there be a new wag in the paddock?

user1 OH MY GOD

user2 this means we are getting more songs like so american

user3 called it

user4 yall need to just focus on the race and not the driver’s life

user5 please shut up

user6 how do they even know each other

user7 y/n and lily have been friends for years so that’s probably how they met

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lando I do laugh at her jokes

yourusername I am so funny guys

lando yes you are babe

user1 your honor I love them

user2 AHHHHH

alex_albon everyone act shocked

carlossainz55 😱😒

maxverstappen1 😱😒

georgerussell63 😱😒

oscarpiastri 😱😒

maxfewtrell 😱😒

lando ok leave me alone

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yourusername am i still the resident sad girl?

lando my american girl

yourusername so american!!!

alex_albon get this off my instagram

yourusername get out of my comment section

carlossainz55 I remember when he used to take pictures of me like that

yourusername booooo

lilymhe i love you guys liked by author

user1 him taking a picture of her OMG

user2 the 3rd picture is the picture that she took of him 😭

lando 💜

yourusername 💜

A/N: literally why did it take me more than a month to post. Guys if there is errors in this let’s just ignore them. I feel like this is lowkey boring but whatever. Short n Sweet update coming soon!!!! LOVE YA!

#f1 smau #lando norris #f1 #smau #f1 fic #ln4 #formula 1

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fear-is-truth · 4 hours ago

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POST-GAME! life with the surviving players AU — fix-it headcanons

ft. nam-gyu ‧ thanos ‧ cho hyun-ju ‧ kim jun-hee contains. mention of substance abuse/violence note. very self indulgent. we deserve happiness

NAM-GYU (남규) / PLAYER 124

after the games, nam-gyu goes fully hedonistic mode. uses his winnings to burn through every vice he couldn’t afford before.

he nearly dies in a club in itaewon—found in a bathroom stall foaming at the mouth. once he’s discharged from the psych hold, you tell him you’ve booked a recovery resort for the both of you in gangwon-do. you promise gourmet food, swimming pools, minibars; a private getaway to give your relationship one last shot.

except it’s not a resort. it’s a luxury rehab centre with armed medical staff.

they take his phone and put him through detox. they call you emergency contact when he threatens to claw out his IV with a fork.

nam-gyu gets one phonecall, and he uses it to call you a manipulative cunt.

you say: “if i don’t make you live through this, then what the fuck was the point.”

three weeks in, you visit during the allotted hour. he nearly lunges at you. staff pull him back by the shirt.

he screams in your face, “you know i hate you for this, right? you fucking psychotic manipulative cunt?” you tell calmly him, “i know. but i’d rather you hate me than die of overdose.”

he doesn’t talk to you for the next month.

two months in, you get another phone call.

“i don’t hate you anymore. still think about strangling you in your sleep, but. less often.”

you drive up the same weekend and bring him some of his old clothes, junk food he likes and copies of dogeared murakami paperbacks that you’re not sure if he actually reads.

six months later, he mails you a polaroid of himself eating soba and flipping off the camera. on the back: “clean. bored. now get me out of this place.”

CHOI SU-BONG (최수봉) / PLAYER 230

so he disappeared for a full week during squid game. no staff contact, no sightings, no updates. rumors swirl—dead, arrested, fled the country most likely.

he finally reappears at a press event for his label, sunglasses on indoors, chewing on his hoodie string. when asked where he’s been:

“self-medicating,” thanos says with a dazzling smile. “creative reset.”

three months later, he drops the comeback album. every track hits global charts: two go platinum in korea. billboard ranks it top album of the year. fans call it “his magnum opus.”

track 8 is just titled “230.” nobody knows what it means. only you do. that song dominated melon, bugs, genie, itunes, spotify—all of it—for 14 weeks straight.

thanos starts soft launching you on his instagram stories: a dinner table—two sets of chopsticks, one plate, your hands blurry in motion pouring soju.

internet comments go feral and his PR team has an aneurysm. but he doesn’t care.

he refers to you in interviews vaguely: “my partner,” “the reason i didn’t die that hellish week.”

CHO HYUN-JU (조현주) / PLAYER 120

first things first: hyun-ju is already the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. always has been—pre-op, mid-transition, but after the surgery, she glows.

during her recovery, you live together in bangkok for a while, five-star-hotels. days spent in silk robes, nights with mango sticky rice and rooftop cocktails. she loved the infinity pool and breakfast buffets.

when she’s strong enough to walk without pain, you both go dancing. in high heels.

every morning/evening she (shyly) asks you to take her photo by the window, natural light on her face, no filter.

a year later, you buy a pink bougainvillea near hua hin. it has white-tiled floors, tall windows that opened to sea air. breezy balconies, palm trees tangled over the fence line.

you get married barefoot in your own backyard, her veil pinned with seashells.

she calls you her wife every chance she gets.

“i waited my whole life to be me,” she says, resting her head on your shoulder. “and now i get to be yours, too.”

little does she know, you were hers in the beginning.

KIM JUN-HEE (김준희)/ PLAYER 222

after the games, you and jun-hee split the prize money. she tries to argue—insists she won’t take more than half—but you don’t budge. after all, she has a baby girl to take care of.

you relocate somewhere safe: a mid-rise, two-bedroom apartment with a 24-hour doorman. sunlight floods every room in the morning.

she spends her share of money on diapers, powdered formula, and baby clothes: soft pastel onesies, duck-shaped slippers, and a growing army of jellycats on the couch. you find them charming.

shyly, jun-hee asks if it’s okay to list you as her emergency contact.

eventually, you invest in a small online business together: handmade floral wreaths, pressed flower bookmarks. then grows into a physical space: a tiny but aesthetically pleasing storefront, minimal signage.

goes without saying that you’re the baby’s godmother.

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colouredbyd · 1 day ago

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Hi gorgeous! I love your new theme and all your writing!! ♡

I came to ask for something from Regulus, he being very protective, IMAGINE in the time of the Death Eaters and someone insults reader for being half-blood 🫣

And he's so scary when he's angry, how I love him <333

Blood On Silk

regulus black x fem!reader

synopsis: in which you attend a ball hosted by the House of Black, an unwelcome presence marked by your bloodline. an act of cruelty leaves you injured, shattering the fragile facade of their world. in response, regulus rises fiercely to defend what he loves, breaking free from the name that bind him.

warnings: motional violence, physical assault, humiliation, family conflict, psychological trauma, halfblood!reader, manipulation, power imbalances, prejudice based on blood status, making out, suggestive comments, slight mentions of sex, social exclusion, regulus being so in love, vivid depictions of blood and injury, blood supramacy, happy ending. i listened to the rains of castamere while writing this? tw: this was written in an airport lounge…not proofread!!!

w/c: 4.3k

masterlist

You are standing in front of the tall mirror, the pale silk of your dress catching the candlelight in a way that makes it look like you’re wearing moonlight.

The fabric falls soft against your skin, elegant and seductive all at once, the kind of dress that feels like it doesn’t belong on someone like you.

Regulus would disagree.

He approaches without a sound, all warmth and certainty cloaked in silence. You see his reflection before you feel him—the flicker of his dark eyes, the slow lift of his hands.

From a velvet box, he retrieves a necklace: silver, fine as a thread, strung with a single obsidian star.

The charm glimmers with something ancient, a pulse of enchantment just beyond recognition. You don’t recognize the symbol at first, not until the pendant brushes your collarbone and you feel the enchantment hum gently against your skin.

The chill of the metal is brief, and then there is the heat of his fingers, brushing the back of your neck. He lingers there and when he leans in he presses his lips to your skin, right where your pulse flutters.

“I still can’t believe you’re making me wear this,” you whisper, trying to steady your breath and failing.

Your voice trembles at the edges, not because of fear, not entirely, but because you know where you’re going.

Because you know who will be there.

“Your mother is going to behead me with her eyes. And your cousins, I don’t think they even bother hiding their hatred anymore. Not that they ever did. I mean, do you remember last time? Narcissa told me I looked like a swan drowning. I don’t even know what that means.”

Regulus doesn’t interrupt, he never does.

“I just don’t want to embarrass you,” you admit softly, your hands wringing themselves in your lap now, fingers tangled in nervous threads. “They’re going to look at me and see someone who doesn’t belong, someone who shouldn’t be there, someone who—”

“You belong to me.”

You freeze. His hands are still resting on your shoulders, thumbs tracing tiny circles that you didn’t even realize had soothed you into silence. You look up at him in the mirror, and his gaze is already waiting.

“They can say whatever they want, amour,” he murmurs, eyes dark and steady, “and they will. They always do, but I stopped caring about their opinions the moment I realized they couldn’t love anything without destroying it.”

Your heart folds at the edges, soft and aching. He has always been like this—quiet, composed, never loud with his affections, but devastating with them all the same.

He doesn’t promise things with grand declarations or raise his voice to drown out the noise. He simply stands with you, day after day, word after word, until his loyalty becomes the one thing you don’t question.

He leans forward again, arms wrapping around your waist now, and rests his chin lightly against your shoulder.

“You walk into that ballroom,” he says, barely more than a whisper against your skin, “and you hold your head higher than any of them. Not because of them, because of you, because you are more than they will ever understand.”

“I still think I’m going to throw up,” you murmur, half-laughing.

“You won’t,” he says, kissing your jaw. “But if you do, you’ll do it gracefully. And I’ll hex anyone who dares to comment.”

That makes you laugh, properly this time, and he smiles against your skin.

You glance sideways at him, take in the sharp lines of his profile, the way his hair falls loose at his collar, the curve of his mouth set somewhere between solemnity and affection.

“I know I’m overthinking it,” you murmur, the silence too loud around your thoughts.

“But sometimes I feel like walking into these places is like being willingly set on fire, just to see how long I can smile through it.”

He looks at you then—fully—and stops walking. “Don’t do that,” he says gently, tugging your hand until you turn toward him. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

“I’m just being honest.”

“So am I,” he says, and then, without giving you time to step back or brace for it, he spins you softly in place, pulling you into him so that the fullness of your dress sways around your ankles.

You land against his chest, your breath catching in your throat as his arm slides around your waist. The other lifts to cradle your face, thumb brushing against your cheek, his gaze fixed on you like you are the only thing he’s ever seen that made him question the world he was raised in.

“Do you know what I see?” he whispers, voice dipping lower with each word.

“I see grace in motion, I see strength wrapped in beauty, I see someone who stands in rooms full of cruelty and still holds onto softness, and I see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever touched and I still can’t believe she lets me touch her at all.”

Your breath stumbles out of you in a small, startled laugh, but he’s already leaning in, lips grazing your neck where your pulse beats so clearly beneath your skin.

The kiss is feather-light, almost reverent, and then another follows, just below your ear, then lower still, and your hands curl in the lapels of his suit to steady yourself as your knees begin to forget how to hold you up.

“Regulus—” you breathe, but it comes out as more of a sigh.

“You wear white like it was spun for you,” he murmurs into your skin.

“You speak and my world quiets. You worry and I want to carry every weight until you forget how to frown. You reach for me and I forget everything I was ever taught to want, because none of it ever came close to you.”

Your fingers climb to his shoulders, clutching tighter now, your body drawn to his like a tide pulled toward gravity. The silk of your dress rustles as you shift against him, and the scent of him makes your head spin.

You tilt your face, brush your lips against his jaw, a silent invitation that speaks louder than anything you've said aloud.

He chuckles softly, not unkind, but with that aching kind of fondness that wraps around you like warmth in winter.

“No, amour,” he murmurs, voice threaded with restraint that costs him something. He presses one last kiss to your collarbone, slow and deliberate, before pulling back just enough to look at you. “We have to go.”

Your groan is dramatic and half-playful, your fingers still tangled in the folds of his robes. “You’re cruel.”

He smiles. It’s crooked this time, boyish in the way it rarely is, and entirely undone by you. “If I don’t leave now, I won’t leave at all,” he admits, brushing your hair back from your cheek with gentleness.

“And if I give in, we’ll be late, and I won’t be able to stop. And tonight, of all nights, I need them to see you. I need them to see what I chose instead of them.”

Your throat tightens.

Regulus leans in again, his lips brushing the shell of your ear now, velvet and promise and flame. “But when we’re back—” his voice dips, warm and low, “—I’m going to spend the entire night showing you how much I love you. Every minute of it, slowly.”

You shiver. Your heartbeat is a hymn in your chest.

“And if you still think you don’t belong,” he adds, kissing your temple, “I’ll remind you again, and again, until you forget they ever made you doubt.”

You close your eyes and breathe him in. And for the first time since the invitation arrived, you begin to believe you might survive this night—because you are not walking into it alone.

The air outside the dressing room clings with a kind of hush, broken only by the gentle click of your heels and the rustle of silk with every step.

Regulus walks beside you, silent as always, but present in a way that steadies the tremor in your chest. His hand rests over yours, fingers tangled just tightly enough to keep you tethered.\

The carriage waits outside, polished black and moonlit, drawn by a pair of thestrals that flick their heads but make no sound. He helps you in with the ease of habit, and when you settle into the dark leather seats, you realize he hasn’t let go of your hand.

You ride in near silence, the quiet between you made of shared thought rather than absence. He watches you out of the corner of his eye as though he’s memorizing you again, dress and necklace and all, but says nothing.

You glance out the window as the manor comes into view—Grimmauld Place transformed. The windows shimmer with charmed frost, and light pours from within like liquid gold.

A quartet plays softly somewhere inside, and you can already see the silhouettes of guests drifting past tall arched windows. You swallow.

“I still think your mother is going to hex me on sight,” you murmur.

“She won’t,” Regulus replies, calm and certain.

“No offense, but I don’t think certainty applies to Walburga Black.”

He smiles faintly. “If she does, she’ll regret it. I’ll make sure of it.”

You glance at him—at the quiet promise in his voice, the way it’s laced not with arrogance, but loyalty. He isn’t loud in his defiance. He never has been.

When you enter the ballroom, it feels like walking into a relic—heavy with history, thick with enchantments that tangle around your ankles like smoke.

The chandeliers float above like frozen constellations, dripping crystal and silver, casting fractured light across the black marble floors.

The entire space glows in cold elegance: long tables draped in obsidian silk, wine dark as garnet glinting in goblets, every movement reflected in the polished floor beneath your feet.

Regulus doesn’t loosen his grip on you.

You feel the eyes before you see them.

“She looks odd,” someone murmurs behind a fan.

“Is that silk? Bold choice,” says another, sharper voice.

“Didn’t know half-bloods came in white,” someone else laughs, too quiet for most ears.

Regulus hears. Of course he does. His jaw tightens, but he keeps walking, his hand warm and steady against your spine. You press a little closer to him.

“Don’t give them the reaction they want,” he murmurs without looking down. “They’re only brave in groups.”

You exhale slowly, nodding.

He leads you into the middle of the floor, and everything else fades into hush. The world narrows to the soft glide of his steps, the rhythm of the dance between you, the heat of his palm against yours.

“You’re holding your breath,” he says softly.

“I’m trying not to look like I want to flee.”

He turns you in one fluid motion, your skirts sweeping the floor like mist. “You don’t look like that,” he says. “You look like you know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I don’t.”

“Then you’re very convincing.”

You smile despite yourself. “You’re surprisingly charming tonight.”

“I’m always charming,” he replies, with the barest edge of amusement.

You laugh, and the weight in your chest lightens.

Later, you slip away for a moment of air, ducking near the arched corridor that leads to the gallery.

That’s where you find Andromeda, standing with a glass of wine, her posture regal without effort. Her dress is pale silver, understated but elegant, her hair pinned into a low twist that speaks of old money and quiet rebellion.

She turns when she sees you.

“My, you clean up well,” she says, voice smooth and laced with fondness. “Though I must admit, I was beginning to wonder if you’d survived the entrance.”

“Barely,” you murmur. “I think someone tried to curse my hem with a trip-jinx disguised as a compliment.”

“Ah,” she says lightly, sipping her wine. “Welcome to the House of Black.”

You laugh.

Andromeda tilts her head slightly, her eyes sharp, thoughtful. “You look lovely,” she adds, more sincerely. “That colour suits you.”

“Thank you. I wasn’t sure if it was too much.”

“No,” she says. “It’s exactly enough.”

You glance away. “I feel like I’m trying not to unravel.”

“Then you’re doing a fine job of it. I learned long ago that here, grace is a kind of armor. Wear it until they tire of throwing stones.”

You nod. “How did you survive this world?”

“I didn’t,” she says simply. “I left it. But Regulus—” her voice softens slightly, “—he’s not like the rest of them. He’s quieter about it, but the break is there. You’ve helped him make it real.”

You’re not sure what to say to that. So you say nothing, but your heart feels steadier.

Before long, Regulus finds you again. You don’t see him approach, but you feel him—his presence brushing close. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing effortlessly.

“Stealing you for a moment,” he says, glancing at Andromeda.

She nods. “Only a moment. I’ll keep your absence noticed.”

He leads you down a side corridor, then through another, past heavy curtains and walls lined with bookshelves. You don’t speak until the noise of the ballroom has faded to a distant hum.

“Where are we going?” you whisper.

“Here,” he says simply.

It’s a small study—dark and quiet, firelit. The door closes behind you with a soft click.

Before you can ask, he’s already pulling you to him, hands at your waist, mouth finding yours with the same quiet hunger he’s been holding in all night.

You melt into him, your fingers sliding up into his hair, your body arching with practiced ease into his hold. The kiss deepens, slow and warm, and you moan into it, the tension slipping from your shoulders like silk sliding from skin.

His hands travel gently, possessively, over the curves of your back, his lips brushing your jaw, your throat, the dip beneath your ear.

“You’re driving me mad,” he murmurs, barely a breath. “Do you know that?”

You smile against his mouth. “I was starting to suspect.”

He laughs, a soft, breathy sound against your skin. “You look so beautiful, amour, Tu es la plus jolie fille que j'ai jamais vue, mon amour.”

“You keep talking like that and I’ll never make it through the rest of the evening.”

He leans back just enough to meet your eyes, still breathless. “Then we’d better go back now,” he says, though he makes no move to release you.

You blink at him. “You’re stopping this?”

He smiles, warm and wicked. “We have hours yet,and I plan to spend all of them after this reminding you why I’m worth enduring these evenings for.”

You breathe out a slow, dazed laugh.

“Now come,” he adds, brushing a final kiss across your cheek. “They’ll miss us, and you still haven’t danced with me twice.”

You straighten the bodice of your dress, fingers brushing over the silk as if smoothing fabric could ease the tremble beginning in your ribs.

The heat of Regulus’s kisses still lingers against your throat, and though your mouth tastes like wine and him, there’s something else now pressing in at the edges—responsibility, decorum, the weight of being seen.

“I think I’ll stay here for a minute,” you murmur, adjusting your neckline with a soft sigh. “Freshen up. Fix this hem before it unravels completely.”

Regulus’s brows draw together. “You sure?” His voice is quiet, but there’s something firm beneath it, like the idea of leaving you alone, even in his own home, puts him on edge.

You smile up at him, brushing your fingers over his chest as if to reassure him. “Yes. I’ll only be a moment. And besides—Andromeda’s probably still near the gallery. I’ll find her.”

He doesn’t speak right away. His eyes flick over your face, searching for something you’re not sure he names. Then murmurs, “I don’t like the idea of you wandering this house alone.”

“I’m not a child,” you reply, gently but amused. “And you promised your mother you’d speak to the guests from St. Petersburg. You’ve spent nearly the whole night glued to my side.”

His mouth twitches, but not in disagreement.

“I won’t be long,” you add, smoothing the lapel of his robe. “You’ll find me before the next dance?”

“Always,” he says.

He kisses your cheek before he leaves, his hand lingering just a second too long on your waist. And then he's gone—swallowed into the golden thrum of the evening, back into the tangle of names and obligations that the House of Black never stops demanding from its heirs.

You stand still for a moment in the quiet room, letting your breath settle.

The mirror is old, etched with ivy vines in its silver frame. You lean toward it, dabbing at the corner of your lip with a lace handkerchief, checking that your necklace hasn’t shifted, that the pale silk still sits smooth against your skin.

You murmur a quick cooling charm, press a softening spell to your lips, and slip out the side door—intent on finding Andromeda.

But the house is a maze. Somewhere between the east corridor and the gallery, you miss a turn. The halls here twist in silent curves, lined with portraits whose eyes follow you like questions, and the flickering sconces seem too dim, too far apart.

Your heels click softly against the floor, and the further you walk, the more you start to feel the chill seeping back in. .

Eventually, you spot the entrance to the ballroom again—the carved double doors wide open, music swelling gently beyond. You exhale in relief and head toward the sound, hoping to find Andromeda or Regulus again before anyone notices your brief absence.

You step just inside, and the shift is immediate.

They’re gathered near the wine table—half a dozen purebloods, all in deep jewel-toned robes, laughing softly over the rims of their glasses.

You recognize some of them. Mulciber, Selwyn, Avery, and Rosier, with his ever-present smirk. A few you don’t know by name, but you’ve seen them enough to recognize the tilt of their mouths when they look at you.

Their eyes find you the moment you enter.

The laughter dies down, not all the way, but just enough to sharpen.

You turn, slow and poised, planning to walk calmly back the way you came and find Regulus or Andromeda.

But you only take two steps before three of them peel away from the others, stepping into your path like they were waiting for this exact moment.

The room does not stop, the music doesn’t falter, the wine still pours. But for you, the air sharpens.

The one who approaches first is tall, pale, with an expression carved from disdain. His robes are midnight blue, his ring heavy with a Black family crest, though you don’t think he belongs directly to it.

“Well, well,” he says, sipping from his glass and letting his eyes drag slowly down your form. “I thought the help wasn’t allowed to mingle with the guests.”

Your fingers tighten around your clutch. You take a small step to the side.

He mirrors it.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, head tilting. “Lost your pureblood escort?”

Behind him, another smirks. “Careful,” he drawls. “They say she's clever. You might get hexed.”

“Not by her,” the first replies. “She wouldn't dare.”

You draw a breath and lift your chin, spine lengthening with practiced grace. “Excuse me,” you say, voice cool but steady. “I was just leaving.”

But he steps closer.

And the exit feels farther than it did a moment ago.

It happens too fast to stop but slow enough that you remember every detail.

The man with the wine doesn’t speak. He simply steps closer with a kind of ease that drips arrogance, his expression coiled into something that resembles amusement but hums with quiet malice.

The crystal goblet in his hand tilts ever so slightly. For a heartbeat, you think—perhaps hope—it’s an accident.

But it isn’t.

The red spills like venom across your bodice.

It pours over the neckline of your white silk gown, blooming across the fabric in heavy, blood-colored streaks. It splashes onto your stomach, your waist, your arms. The silk darkens instantly, clinging to your skin, seeping into the stitching, crawling over the satin like rot.

You gasp, staggering back a step, hand flying to your chest, trying uselessly to stop the stain from spreading.

The man smiles as he lowers the now-empty glass.2

“Well look at that! It seems blood always stains,” he says loudly, clearly, deliberately.

It lands with the weight of a curse.

The surrounding crowd is silent for a moment, and then soft laughter rises like smoke, too smooth, too rehearsed, too cruel to be anything but intentional. No one steps forward. No one scolds. No one so much as flinches.

You’re frozen in place. The wine is cold, as it seeps through the fine fabric and chills your skin beneath. But it’s not the temperature that has your chest tightening—it’s the way they’re watching. Like your pain was planned, like this was a performance and they’ve all just taken their seats.

You turn to leave. Your steps are stiff, your throat burning. You want to find Regulus. You want to find Andromeda. You want to wake up from this, tear the ruined dress from your body and disappear into a night where you never came at all.

You take only a few steps before a hand closes gently but firmly around your wrist, halting you. You do not see the owner of the hand—only feel the sudden restraint. Before you can pull away, a deliberate push unsettles your balance, sending you off course.

A sharp scrape runs across your upper arm. It burns briefly, then stings.

Looking down, you notice the fabric of your dress torn where a ring snagged the seam. Blood wells slowly through the satin, vivid against the pale silk. It mingles with spilled wine, staining the fabric as though it were always meant to be.

The laughter around you does not cease. If anything, it deepens, curling around your ears like a thick velvet thread.

You do not cry, not now, but your breath begins to catch, trembling slightly.

Then a hand rests lightly on your shoulder. It is neither harsh nor unkind, but sudden enough to startle you. Turning, you find yourself no longer alone.

Regulus stands before you, a calm yet resolute presence separating you from the others. The atmosphere shifts subtly but unmistakably.

His gaze does not seek yours. Instead, it settles on the man who still clutches the empty glass—the same one who shoved you moments before.

Regulus’s eyes snapped to your arm where the blood welled beneath the torn silk, dark and vivid against the delicate fabric.

It wasn’t just a wound—it was an insult writ in crimson, a raw mark of the contempt you had endured. The mingled wine stain and blood on your dress screamed humiliation, and it shattered something deep inside him.

His breath hitched, trembling with something fierce and uncontrolled. The laughter—low, cruel, mocking—wrapped around you like suffocating chains, each chuckle a slap against his heart.

Without thinking, he seized the empty wine goblet from the man who stood too close, the one who had shoved you, whose laughter still echoed like a blade in the heavy air.

The glass was cold, fragile in his hand, but Regulus held it like a weapon.

His voice broke free in a savage roar that shattered the fragile veneer of the ballroom’s polished grace. “Do you think blood stains?” His words sliced the silence, jagged and merciless.

“Do you think that because she bleeds, because her blood mixes with your filth, she is anything less than any of you!”

He thrust the glass forward, eyes blazing. “I’ll show you how Black blood stains.”

With a brutal shove, he slammed the man backward against the carved stone pillar. The goblet slipped from his fingers and shattered, shards scattering like the shattered pride of those around him.

In an instant, the room erupted. Wands whipped up, light flashing like blades drawn in panic and outrage. The air thickened with magic and tension.

But Regulus was unshaken. His own wand sprang from his sleeve with a flick of his wrist, a dark, lethal promise gleaming in his hand.

“I will not hesitate,” he growled, voice low and charged with wrath, “to tear apart anyone who harms her again! I don’t fucking care who any of you are!”

The crowd held its breath, caught between fear and fascination.

Then Walburga’s voice, sharp as a whip, cut through the chaos. “Enough, Regulus!”

Her presence was cold command. Her eyes flickered with disdain as she stepped forward, her lips pressed into a thin, unforgiving line.

He spun toward her, every muscle coiled in fury. “You will not silence me, Mother!” he spat, voice ragged and fierce. “Not after what you’ve done.”

“You disgrace this family with this girl,” Walburga said icily. “Lower your wand and leave this hall.”

Regulus’s hands clenched the wand so tightly his knuckles whitened. His breath came ragged, voice rising in a crescendo of unrestrained anger.

“Disgrace? She is the only thing here worthy of honor. The only blood that matters, and you—you are poison!”

Without warning, he shattered the empty goblet in his fist, the crack of breaking glass echoing like thunder. The jagged shard flew through the air, catching Walburga’s cheek with a sickening cut.

Gasps tore through the stunned crowd.

Regulus’s voice dropped to a low, venomous hiss, thick with contempt. “Even your blood stains, Mother. Filthy red, just like the rest of this rotten house.”

Regulus turns.

And the moment he sees you, really sees you, his fury falters.

Because you’re shaking. Your hand is clutched at your side, trying to hide the blood, the silk soaked with wine and something far more human.

Your lip trembles, and your eyes shimmer, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it now. The humiliation. The fear. The way they all watched.

Tears pour from your eyes before you realize it, the sob catching at your throat like it’s been waiting all night to be let out. You try to step away, try to hide—but Regulus is already at your side, his arms pulling you in like the world is ending.

“No,” he breathes, over and over again, kissing the crown of your head, holding you like you’re made of glass and flame all at once. “No, no—I'm here, you're safe now, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

You bury your face into his chest, sobbing harder than you have in years, your fists clutching at his blouse, smearing blood and wine into velvet.

He doesn’t care. His hand is cradling the back of your head, his other arm wrapped fully around your waist, rocking you just slightly as if trying to comfort the storm out of your bones.

“I’m so sorry, amour, ” he whispers, voice raw and low, “I should’ve stayed. I never should’ve let you out of my sight. I knew they’d try something—I knew—”

“Regulus,” you choke.

“I’m here, ma belle.” His jaw tightens again, but his voice stays gentle.

You cling to him like you’ll fall if you don’t. He lifts you gently, one arm under your knees, carrying you through the parted crowd. No one dares speak, not even Walburga, not even Bellatrix. The room has gone quiet as stone.

Only the fury in Regulus Black’s eyes dares meet theirs.

He doesn’t stop until you’re upstairs. He finds the guest room furthest from the ballroom and kicks the door shut behind him.

He sets you down softly on the velvet chaise, then drops to his knees in front of you. His hands tremble as they brush over your stained dress, searching for the cut.

“Let me see it,” he murmurs. “Please.”

You nod, breath catching. The torn silk peels away, and he sees it—a shallow slash, bright red and angry.

His face crumples.“I’ll fix it,” he whispers, voice barely audible. “I’ll fix it all.”

“Come on,” he whispers, his voice breaking. “Let me take you away from here.”

And this time, when he carries you through the hall, no one dares look him in the eye. Not even the portraits.

They all turn their faces away.

Because Regulus Black has chosen.

And he chose you.

You knew it before he spoke, before his fingers found yours with a reverence that felt like a vow—he had chosen you, not just in that moment, but in every quiet glance, every defiance that led him here.

He would never return to this house, and you would never need him to.

As for Regulus, nothing he left behind could measure against what he held in his arms. In his eyes, you were purity uncorrupted, something sacred they could never touch.

He would tear down bloodlines, unmake legacies, dismantle every stone of the house that made him, if it meant being loved by you. And as always, he would take you home—carry you from cruelty, dress your wounds with devotion, and leave you blanketed in a love that demanded nothing and gave everything.

And in the end, he understood: just as their cruelty stained silk with blood, your love had stained him with something far deeper, something no name or legacy could ever wash clean.

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