#with a guys head in his bag and a restless left hand

[subway-dove]

behold! the

.......prince??

[rainrot4me]

Just Relax

Summary: You’re stressed. Jack knows how to fix that.

Characters: Eyeless Jack x Female Reader

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: First time, stress relief, using orgasms as a way to relieve stress, teaching, inexperience, virgin, cunnilingus, blowjob, bad blowjob, grinding, tip fucking, vaginal, kinda creampie, Jack's a gentle giant, service top, claws, mentions of blood, mentions of gunshots, bullet wounds (not smut related), injury

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Being the only other medically intelligent resident in the mansion intensified your job.

Slender partnered you with Jack, the tall brooding organ-eating demon that spent most of his time either in his medical lab in the basement or face-deep in someone’s intestines. It was charming, really. 

Your jobs were to patch up the proxies and keep them running, their missions being insanely more dangerous than the average creep and constantly landing them on Jack’s workbench. You were tasked with helping the demon: holding wounds closed, getting his supplies, or even rounding some innocent bystander up for his dinner. You were always on the move, always completing some requests. And it was seriously taking a toll. 

You were becoming restless, your body always aching and your mind never quiet from the constant stress you faced. You tried to hide it, but as the bags under your eyes grew from the lack of good sleep, it became harder to put on a good face. Especially around the demon who ordered your every move. 

So when Jack occasionally got restless and left you in his lab to go hunt, you usually would spend the time tidying up or catching a quick nap. But when a bloodied Tim stumbled down the basement steps and through the door, heaving from exhaustion, you panicked. 

The tall brunette stumbled into your arms, coughing loudly as you tugged him to the medical table and laid him down, his jacket dark with blood and dirt. He had been shot, twice in the gut, it looked like. You grit your teeth, tugging his jacket and shirt off as you carefully watch his face, his eyes already beginning to flutter shut. Shit. Where the hell was Jack?! It wasn’t that you didn’t know what to do, it was just that Jack was more familiar with these things. You were just an assistant. But you had no choice, curse the demon and his greedy tongue. 

You pulled the medical tray towards you, the metal pan littered with different tools you were familiar with. You grabbed a cloth, dousing it with sterile alcohol and wiping Tim’s gut, forcing his chest down as he hissed against the sting. You had to be quick, there was no telling how long the poor guy was hauling himself here and bleeding out quickly. After cleaning his skin, more blood gushed, but you were finally able to tell where the entrance holes were. “Just hold on.” You grit, grabbing the long tweezers from the tray and focusing, pressing your arm against Tim’s chest as you slowly sink the cold prongs into the wound. The large man cried out, fists clenching the soft padding of the table as you prodded for the bullet, pushing deeper until you felt an abnormality lodged deep into his skin. You were way too shaky for this, your unsteady hands likely to tear his wound further as you pinched the small bullet and unlodged it from his gut. You needed Jack, now.

And like a god-sent, you heard loud boots stomping down the wooden stairs, a tall figure emerging through the open door as you dropped the bloody bullet onto the tray. “[Y/N]? What’s all this blood- oh shit.” Jack’s monotone voice muffled behind his mask, his head instantly snapping to you as you turned to him, panicked and hands covered in Tim’s blood. 

The demon was quick, grabbing the tweezers from your hand and pressing over the bleeding man, doing a much better job of retrieving the second bullet as you slid to his side, offering your help as always. He popped the tiny metal onto the tray, quickly grabbing disinfectant and eyeing you as he returned to the bloody scene, trying his best not to apologize right now.

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Before you knew it Tim was back upstairs asleep in his bed, his torso wrapped in clean bandages and veins full of liquid painkillers. The procedure went by quickly after Jack arrived, making quick work of getting the man cleaned up after his latest mission. You sat at Jack’s desk, face hidden in your hands as you finally caught your breath, fingers still stained with his blood. The demon leaned awkwardly against the edge of the table, mask long discarded on the now clean table now that you were in the privacy of each other. Jack had stopped using his mask around you long ago when he realized you would be together every day, pushing past his instincts and accepting your presence wholeheartedly. He appreciated the help more than you knew. 

“I’m sorry…” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched you, palms rubbing your tired eyes as you looked up, but not at him. “It’s fine.” You wanted to accept his apology, but your angry sleep-deprived brain wouldn’t let you, a snarky response being all that you could offer. Jack could hear your irritation, cringing to himself as crossed his arms, looking down to the floor. “Like, seriously. That was completely me. I sho-” 

“I said it’s fine, Jack.” You cut him off, huffing as you pushed off the desk and began picking up random trash around the lab. You refused to look at him as you tried to occupy yourself, begging your angry tongue not to attack him further. But Jack, being himself, pushed further, begging for your forgiveness. “But it’s not. I mean, how can I make it up to you?” He pushed, circling in front of you and reaching for your shoulders, the demon easily towering over you as you strained your neck to look up at him. “You can’t, okay?” You snarled, pushing off of him and tossing random syringe packets into the trash, slipping away from him. You were fuming, unreasonably, but you couldn’t help it as you breathed quickly, face growing hot. You were becoming overstimulated, your hair pressing too close against your neck, this room suddenly becoming way too cramped, and your head just hurting, begging for you to just lay down. 

Jack crossed his arms, sitting back against the medical table as he watched you stomp around, his knee tapping worriedly. “But-” Just hearing his voice was beginning to make you mad, his need to apologize becoming so whiney in your mind. “Listen, Jack. I don’t fuckin’ need your sorry, okay? What I need is to be left alone. I’m stressed out of my mind, alright?” You snapped, shoulders tense and hands flinging with every word. Jack just watched quietly, his dark sockets staring blankly at your red face. He knew you were stressed, how could he not? But he also knew this was the result of days of suppressing that stress, refusing to acknowledge just how overwhelmed you were until you got to this point, your words moving faster than your mind could stop. He didn’t take it to heart, it was all emotional and he knew that. But what he did do was push further, despite your anger. 

“Then why don’t you rest? Like, take the day off or just take a minute. I don’t know, have a shot or something.” You leaned back against Jack’s desk, rubbing your face as you groaned, your head pounding. “You don’t think I’ve tried? Can’t catch a wink of sleep because my mind won’t just stop. I’ve been on a high drive all week.” You whined, tears pricking your eyes as the demon watched you, brows knitting as you wiped your eyelids. He thought quietly, sockets studying you annoyingly as you wiped your hair from your face, irritation growing when he wouldn’t look away.

“Have you tried masturbating?” For a second, you really couldn’t tell if your ears were working right, convinced you were still in shock as you glared at him. What the fuck kind of question was that? Thinking he was joking, you laughed dryly, rolling your eyes. “Very funny, Jack.” But he wasn’t laughing, his face dead serious as he arched a brow expectantly. That’s when your face grew hot, cheeks growing a darker tint until you forced yourself to look away, avoiding his piercing gaze. You screwed your eyes shut, embarrassed. You hadn’t, but you felt like he had already come to that conclusion as he pushed off of the table, stepping closer to you and making your breath hitch. He tilted his head, arms crossed tightly as he strained the answer out of you.

“No, okay? I don’t have time for that shit. And besides, I wouldn’t even know how.” Such trivial things had never crossed your list of wants when you were working under Slender. You had more important things to worry about like completing missions or saving someone’s life. Touching yourself hadn’t really crossed your mind. 

Jack scoffed, his hands uncurling to rest against his hips. “What? You mean like, you don’t know how to jerk off?” It was embarrassing when the demon said it out loud, your eyes screwing shut and cheeks hot before him. But he only stepped closer, his tall stature suffocating you. You shook your head, refusing to look up. “Why would I need to? I’m not some dog in heat.” 

That one struck harder than you meant for it to. You were all too familiar with Jack’s seasonal heat cycles, his demon instincts overriding his thoughts a couple of times a year and driving him to seclusion for a week or so. Those were the times you hated the most when he wasn’t around, wasn’t there to guide you during a procedure or appreciate your efforts. So when you looked up at him, fearful that he was going to go off on you for your careless insult, you were surprised to see his face so calm. 

“Yeah, you need to jerk off.” He smiled, a little teasing in his voice as you scowled. “Listen, orgasms are good for relieving stress. So, if you’re going to keep working, you either need to learn how, or let me help you.” His words felt like a joke, but his face was so sincere you had to readjust, your stomach tightening with butterflies. He couldn’t be serious, help you? 

But as his gray-blue claws rested on his hips, head tilted to stare at you below him, you couldn’t help but squirm. He was looming closer, his jagged smile teasing but earnest as your face became hot. This was embarrassing, letting practically your boss coerce you into letting him get you off. You wanted to say no, to fight him off and persevere by yourself. But when the flutters in your stomach turned to throbbing between your thighs, you groaned, giving up. 

“Fine. But… I don’t know what I’m doing. Like, I’ve never done anything like this before.” You mumbled, pushing off the wall and standing inches from him, straining your neck to look at his toothy grin. “It’s okay, pet. I’ll be gentle.” 

Pressing his claw behind your back, he guided you to the medical table, pushing you to the end. You panicked slightly when he scooped under your armpits and picked you up easily, setting you on the edge so you were level with his chest. You wanted to stop, the sudden closeness making you overwhelmed, but when his claws rested on your hips, you tensed. “Relax.” He cooed, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your cheek. You were speechless.

Your friendship with Jack was close, and your mutual understanding of how difficult both of your lives were plus the forced proximity made it easier to become quick friends. But as his warm lips pressed down your jaw to your neck so comfortably, you questioned everything you thought you knew about the two of you. He was eager, but soft, nipping against your skin as you tilted your neck, gasping softly as goosebumps ran over you. He was nudged between your legs, his short hair tickling your ear as his claws gripped you tight, holding your hips down. You couldn’t help but rest your hands on his shoulders, pushing back slightly as he moved to the other side of your neck, little red spots appearing everywhere he nipped with his fangs. 

“Jack…” He smiled, letting off your neck and pecking your cheek again, leaning back to look at you. Your face was hot, cheeks dark and flustered, but he thought you looked cute. You, however, had your thoughts running a mile a minute, confused but oh so excited as his claws slipped under the hem of your shirt. Jack could smell your arousal and it made him hungry, so rarely, for something other than guts. 

“Shh, lean back.” He hummed, slipping your shirt up and off your head and making you whine. Placing your hands behind you, you leaned back, stunned when he slipped his nails into your shorts and tugged them down your thighs, purring at the sight of your panties. You couldn’t believe he was actually serious, slipping the fabric off your ankles and tossing them to the ground, hands quick to reach your hips again. You placed your hands on his chest, holding him back from attacking your neck again. “You don't have to do this. I’ll be fine.” You grit, eyes nervously flickering between his face and his crotch pressed so closely between your legs. He just smiled, rubbing your waist. “This is for you. If you’re going to keep working, I need you in good condition. Just relax, pet.” He cooed, pushing back against your chest so you lay on the padded table, feet dangling. You were practically vibrating, unsure of exactly how to lay or move so you just gripped the leather awkwardly, watching the demon run his claws over your thighs.

“I need you to talk to me. Don’t let me overwhelm you.” He said sternly, hooking under your panties and tugging them down, your legs instinctively clutching together. “Too late.” You whined, pushing your hands down to cover yourself as you breathed heavily. Jack only chuckled, gripping your wrists gently and pulling them to your sides as he kneeled. You watched him nervously, his face now even with your closed thighs as he pushed your knees apart, checking your expressions. The demon knew you needed this, knew you were excited. He just needed to show you to let go. 

Spreading your legs despite your protests, Jack scooped his arms under your thighs, tugging you closer to him until he was inches from your pretty cunt. He breathed deep, sighing at the sweet scent of your excitement that coaxed him closer. His dark sockets never moved from your panicked face, sitting up slightly as you watched his lips smile, your eyes wide. This was insane. But before another desperate attempt to get him to rethink this left your lips, one of Jack’s dark, long tongues licked a thick stripe between your folds. Your back hits the leather immediately, a shaken gasp slipping through as you tense your thighs closer. Jack’s strong arms held them apart just fine, chuckling to himself as he watched your pupils blow wide. His tongue was so warm and slick, his thick saliva running through your lips and making you shudder. “Jack-”

He was already back again, long tongue running flat up your cunt and flicking on your clit. Your gasp was ragged, fingernails digging into the padding underneath as you craned your neck to see the demon. Jack was staring at you, the corners of his open mouth twitched up to a smile as he flicked the tip of his tongue against your already twitching clit. The feeling was so unfamiliar, so odd but so heavenly. He seemed so skilled, so eager to tug the little sounds out of you as he dove deeper, your bottom lip slipping into your teeth. 

“You alright, pet?” He mumbled, tongue quick to lick a thick stripe between your folds again, pressing a soft kiss against your soaked lips and giving you a moment to breathe. His claws were kneading the softness of your thighs, his thumb rubbing against your burning skin. Were you alright? Your breathing was heavy, quick and sharp as you stared at him, cheeks hot and flushed. You were nervous, your body unsure of what it was even feeling, but you knew you needed more. More of whatever his delicious tongue was offering. 

So, you nodded, leaning back but keeping your head up, watching nervously as he kissed your inner thighs softly. He smiled again, kissing his way back down to your folds and sliding his tongue out again, spreading the lips around his warm tongue. You groaned, biting your lip as you tried to contain the noises that dared to get louder, unaware that you could even make sure vulgar sounds. Jack was back to flicking against your clit again, eyelids heavy as he relished in the way you fought yourself. You were so desperate to contain what he knew you needed to let out, so he slid deeper, his long tongue slipping against your tight entrance. 

You panicked slightly, stomach clenching when you felt him press against your hole. He didn’t move, eyes trained as you gripped the leather, your face hot and heavy. Your thighs threatened to close, Jack’s claws digging slightly to keep them apart but not pulling farther. Your clit was throbbing, aching from the loss of the demon’s tongue but alive with the new sensation. He blinked at you, reading every expression as he dared further, the tip of his thick tongue slipping inside of your cunt. At the sensation, you didn’t expect your hips to jerk, legs tensing as he pressed inside, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Jack held you close, your tight entrance accepting the warm intrusion as you clenched and throbbed. It was so unfamiliar, but so warm, so filling. 

The further his tongue pressed in the faster your hands slid down to run through his brown hair. You gripped tight, tugging lightly as his lips pressed flush against your folds, his eyelids fluttering shut as he soaked in your warmth. You tasted heavenly, your arousal thick around his tongue as he breathed deep, letting you adjust. His tongue contoured easily through your cunt, rubbing gently against your gummy walls until your hips were squirming, begging for movement. You couldn’t even explain your movements, your body taking control and guiding itself against him. But when Jack’s thick tongue eventually curled against your warmth, lapping at your ecstasy, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. 

“Jack!” It came out ragged, like you were gasping for air that was being stolen with every curl. You tugged against the demon’s hair, his groans vibrating against your cunt and making you whine louder. It was too much. The unfamiliar stretch, the warmth, and even his noises were making you lose yourself. “Ahn- Oh my… Oh my God-” You moaned loudly, your resistance thinning with every pull of his long tongue. Your body twitched against him, your hips stuttering and grinding uncontrollably. His thumb still brushed against your thigh, that one constant keeping you aware the deeper he probed his tongue. Your back arched off the table, unsure if you were trying to pull away from him or angle him deeper, but he moved with you. 

The wet schlick of his tongue tugging in and out of your tight cunt made you groan, eyes screwed shut. You were so overwhelmed, but Jack was quick to read you, quick to adjust his speed the louder you got and bring you back down to a comfortable pace. Your lightheadedness appreciated that, your cunt slick and gummy as your arousal built, his lips becoming soaked. But Jack was in heaven. You tasted so good, so unexplainably good that he couldn’t dare remove his tongue. Your arousal was so sweet, but so sour in his mouth, his groans vibrating against your cunt. But it was pooling now, building heavily. He knew you were close, so he curled harder. 

“Jack, I- Ah! I think I’m gonna- gonna cum…” You mewled, his grinding down against his mouth as you tugged his hair closer, pressing his head deeper between your thighs. You were so sweaty, so hot and overwhelmed, but you couldn’t stop. There was a thick knot in your abdomen, your arousal peaking louder. Jack grumbled, nodding his head lazily as his eyelids tightened, focused on reaching deeper and tasting more of you until your body couldn’t resist anymore.

You came hard. It was such an unfamiliar sensation, your entire body wracking and tensing itself, a sharp moan crying from your lips. You leaned forward, Jack quick to adjust and pull your hips up so he could drink up every inch of you that spilt onto his tongue nestled so deeply inside of you. You were crying out, your fingers gripping his hair so tightly you were afraid you’d rip it from his scalp, but Jack could only moan. “Fuck- Fuck!” Your thighs were shaking, the demon’s large claws gripping tighter so he could relish in the feeling of his tongue being squeezed by your throbbing cunt as you rode out your orgasm. Your breathing was loud, your cheeks hot as you panted and strained against the tongue still nestled inside. You waited for him to slip out, but he never did, his tongue still prodding against your soaked walls. 

The demon’s eyelids eventually opened, his cheeks dark as he held you close, his lips swollen against your folds. You were so stunning, every inch of your burning skin glowing under your ecstasy as he slipped another tongue out of his mouth. It slid against your folds, just as thick and long as the first one but finding a new direction as you whined loudly. He wasn’t done with you yet, he couldn’t be, not when your body called to him so desperately. So his second tongue flicked against your clit the same way he did before, pitching the tiny cries and whines out of you he loved to hear. You were quick to react, your body still sensitive but desperate to chase that high again as you jerked against his tongue, hips stuttering even harder. Jack didn’t go too fast, pressing just hard enough and just quick enough to make your arousal build up, but watching you closely to make sure he didn’t press your sensitive body too far. He was careful, diligent with his every flick and curl. You were falling apart all over again.

“Jack, I’m- I can’t again-” You whined, legs heavy on his arms as he groaned, hugging them close to his head. The demon dug his knees into the ground, his cock pressing hard against his jeans but he ignored it, focused only on you and making you spill on his tongue again. “Yesh, yu can…” He lulled against your cunt, eyelids fluttering with every slick of his tongues. You wanted to resist, wanted to fight back against him, but he had pulled every ounce of your fight out. Jack was pushing you into some headspace you had never experienced before, your mind running on fumes and ecstasy. So you just let go. 

It was no time before you were cumming again, your orgasm much quicker than the last. Jack didn’t hold your thighs apart this time, he slid his claws up your waist, letting your plush legs wrap around his head and squeeze tightly as he groaned. The demon was slowly cracking under you, his mind running rampant as he drank down more of your sweet arousal, pushing off of his knees and to his feet until your hips were completely off the table. Your shoulder blades pressed back against the padding, your loud moans echoing in his ears and making him grin. Your cunt was wrecked, sopping wet and swollen as his tongues finally slid back, tugging out of your stretched cunt and back into his mouth. You watched through heavy lids, sweat sticking to your forehead and making you feel all hot and exhausted.

But Jack was lost in your body, eyelids heavy over his sockets as he leaned over you, pressing wet kisses against your stomach and back up to your chest. You were heaving, goosebumps rushing along your warm skin as the demon reached under your back and unclipped your bra, sliding it off of your shoulders. “So pretty…” He mumbled, kissing along the skin around your nipples until you were hissing. He peered up at your red face, grinning as he slid his arms around your waist and tugged you up to his chest, pressing you close to him. “Did so good, huh? Don’t you feel better?” He cooed, rubbing your back with his nails gently, leaving goosebumps against your skin. 

You did feel better. In fact, you didn’t feel anything but good. Your mind was blank, only the cool leather under your soaked cunt making you twitch, pleasure still coursing through your muscles. Jack was nestled between your legs, chin tucked over your head as he smiled, breathing in how amazing you smelt under him. But this close, you could feel his boner pressed tightly against your thigh, the large bulge making your eyes widen. The demon had done so much for you, it was only right you do something in return. 

You slid your hand down between you, cupping his bulge and rubbing gently until Jack was groaning. You tried to unbutton his jeans, but he was quick to lean back, gripping your wrists. “There’s no need for that. You need to rest.” He grinned, pressing your hands back to your sides gently. You pouted, straining against his arms to reach back again. “You helped me. Now let me help you… Even if it won’t be very good, I can still try.” You peered up at him, eyes wide and pleading as you felt some sense of need wash over you. Jack watched you carefully, contemplating with himself before sighing and rubbing his neck. “Okay. But do not push yourself.” He warned, letting go of your wrists and helping you slide off the table. 

The demon grunted when your hands found his bulge again, your heart pounding in your chest as you unbuttoned his jeans nervously. You had no fucking clue what you were doing, but you pushed his jeans back anyways, his boxers doing little to hide his girth. Jack’s claws rubbed your shoulder gently as you tugged his boxers down, gasping when his length bobbed out. He was… huge. You had never really seen a dick before, but you knew Jack was above average. The demon towered above you anyway, so it only made sense that his length would carry through. But even still, it was hard to focus as you watched the girth twitch in the air. Jack’s claw gripped your shoulder tighter now, watching you carefully.

Taking a deep breath, you kneeled, the demon taken back but quick to adjust. Your wide eyes flicked nervously between his face and the cock in front of you, hands nervously gripping his thighs as you pressed closer. Jack was nervous himself, studying your every move. Licking your lips, you pressed a kiss against the tip, shocked by how warm the flesh was as you lifted your hand to grip the base. Jack sighed, fisting his hands at his sides. You licked your lips again, the salty taste making you press further. You flattened your tongue, licking the head and slowly pumping the length in your hand, unsure if you were even doing this right. But when the demon groaned, pressing his hips closer, your stomach fluttered. 

There was no way you were fitting that in your mouth. So instead you tugged his cock to the side, pressing your lips against the side and sucking gently, jerking your hand slowly. You mouthed against the base, slipping licks up the length until Jack’s claws were resting against your head, rubbing gently and gritting his fangs. It wasn’t good and you knew that, but Jack didn’t care, all he knew was that you were trying and that was all that mattered to him. “Yeah, doing so good pet… Keep moving your hand just like that…” The demon cooed, running his thumb against your cheek. Your stomach fluttered wildly, your mouth sliding to the tip and sucking at his slit. You could taste the bitterness as you run your tongue against the head, Jack's arousal pushing through his gritted teeth. “Fuck…”

You dared, pushing your jaw open and flattening your tongue as you took the tip inside. You tried to press further, but your throat constricting as you gagged pushing you back, tears pricking your eyes. “Ah, careful-” Jack hissed, pressing his hands against your cheeks and pushing you back, but you resisted. You took the head in your mouth again, tongue swirling as your screwed your eyes shut, pumping your hand along the rest of the length. The demon groaned, hands still pressing against your cheeks gently as he begged you to take it slow. His skin was hot, cock twitching in your mouth every time you sucked. “Easy, pet… Yeah, just like that…” He groaned, brushing the hair off of your forehead and admiring your flushed face. You tried to press further, but you would gag and force yourself back, head bobbing as far as you could go before slobber pooled on your lips. You pumped his length quickly, making up for the rest of the length you couldn’t get. Jack was vibrating under your mouth, claws gripping desperately in your hair and brushing the tears from your eyes. “Shit, [Y/N]...” Your jaw was becoming sore, but you pushed, begging your throat to take him.

Until Jack gripped your chin, tugging it down and pulling you off of his tip. You whined, pushing back against his hands but he was already pushing you to the floor, back pressed down against the cold concrete of the basement. Jack kneeled between your legs, spreading them wide as he tugged off his shirt, tossing it to the side. “You did so good, pet… So good… Let me…” He hissed, pumping his cock in his claws and pushing your knees apart. Your eyes widened, heart pounding underneath his hungry gaze. “Jack- I don’t know if I-” But he was already rubbing your thigh gently, pulling your hips to meet his. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He cooed, breathing heavily above you.

Jack pressed his cock down, angling your hips up against his thighs so your cunt laid flat in front of him, your hands gripping onto his knees. Your heart was pounding, eyes flicking nervously as you watched Jack press his cock down, sliding his wet length through your soaked folds and groaning loudly. His tip nudged against your clit, your hips jerking as you gasped, digging your nails into his jeans. “Feels good, yeah?” He purred, slowly grinding his cock down against your cunt, pressing his thumb against the length to keep himself between your folds. You were whining, pressing your hips up to grind against his length as he ground down into you. His tip nudged against your clit with every thrust, the nub twitching against the contact and making your abdomen tighten. “Just like that, Jack…” You whined, his left hand clamping around your hip and pulling you close to him, rubbing the skin gently. 

The demon didn’t thrust fast, more concerned with pushing those beautiful moans from your lips rather than speeding you through an orgasm. He thought the buildup was better anyway. “I can feel your cunt clenching underneath me…” He mewled, pushing his head down with his thumb to grind against your clit, making you hiss. Jack could smell you even heavier now. Two orgasms deep you smelled even more delicious, your heart thudding in his ears as you stared at him through heavy, tired eyes.

That was all it took for him. Jack pressed forward, hands gripping to your waist and leaning over you, pressing his lips against yours. Future consequences be fucked, all he cared about was how amazing you looked and felt gripping onto his shoulders as he ground down into you. You were crying out, hips thrusting up to meet his cock, your folds sliding around his girth and clit throbbing so perfectly. “I want you to cum against me, pet… Let me feel you fall apart under me…” Jack smiled, pressing his lips against your cheek and licking the sweat off your face. You moaned deeply, nails digging into his shoulders as you arched your hips up, angling just right.

Jack moaned out, claws sharp against your skin as the tip of his cock slipped into your entrance, the tight hole stretching around him snugly. “Do it- Do it inside, then…” You gasped, pushing past the sting of your cunt stretching around his head and grinding your hips up, your orgasm nipping at your abdomen. Jack hissed, his hips thrusting down shallowly and popping his tip in and out, stretching you just right. “So perfect… Cum on my cock then, pet… I’ve got you…” He grinned, sweat dripping off his nose as he nestled into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist as he fucked you open. 

The tip of his cock pushing just right against the entrance of your walls made you cry out, cunt clenching down tightly around his head before you were cumming around him. Jack growled, breathing deeply as he stalled his hips, his cock twitching against the sudden tightness, pushing him over. His warm seed spilt into your cunt, his cock pulsing as he leaned back and jerked himself off quickly, keeping the tip inside of you as he gripped your waist tight. “Such a good pet… Took me so well, yeah? Taking all my cum like a good girl…” He smiled, giving his hips one last jerk as pushing his tip deep into your entrance for good measure before pulling out. You huffed, cunt throbbing and pulsing as he pulled out, the demon’s warm seed quick to spill out of your entrance and down your cunt, seeping onto your skin. Jack couldn’t help but growl, pressing kisses along your hot skin as you caught your breath, clinging to the large demon. 

When you eventually settled down, eyes heavy and head light, Jack scooped you up, leaning your head against his shoulder. He carried you through the mansion quickly, lucking no prying eyes around to see him carry you to his room and shut the door quickly. He cleaned you up, careful to be gentle against your sensitive folds as he ran a warm rag against you, your tired body clinging to him. “Just relax…” Jack smiled, pulling his sheets back and laying you down, quick to slip beside you and press his warm body against your side, scooping you against him. Your head was so light, your body so heavy and tired against him that you couldn’t resist. You were quick asleep, light snores making Jack chuckle as he breathed your scent deep, pressing his nose against your head and letting his own eyes shut.

Needless to say, you had never slept so well.

This was an anonymous request!

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1. Repressed Emotions

You’ve had the biggest crush on your brother’s best friend ever since he started coming around. But lately, it’s not just a crush anymore. He’s grown into a man, and what you feel for him now runs deeper—more passionate, more lustful.

You’ve known Hamzah since before you really understood what it meant to want someone. He was your brother’s best friend—the kid who used to steal the last slice of pizza and smirk like it was his right . The boy who used to ruffle your hair like you were some kind of puppy, then laugh when you tried to swat him away. The boy who grew into a man far too quickly, all broad shoulders and low laughs ,eyes that lingered too long when he thought no one was watching.

And now, he was living in your house.

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Your parents had left for Europe, and your brother, had turned your home into a bachelor’s playground.

Hamzah was over every day—scratch that—he was staying over. His duffel bag lived by the couch, his shoes piled next to your brother’s, and every night you’d hear the low murmur of their video games and banter, long past midnight. For a week, you ignored it. You told yourself it was just noise.

But that wasn’t the case.

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⤷ 3:48 AM

The walls were thin. Too thin for whatever chaos was going on behind your brother’s bedroom door. Laughter, thumping bass from some game soundtrack, and that familiar, piney, earthy scent that smoked cannabis leaves behind. A crash—was that a chair?

You threw your blanket off, and started padding down the hallway, barefoot and irritated, your sleep shirt clinging to your thighs. You banged once, sharp and hard, on the wood. Surprisingly, the music volume not even lowering itself.

The door opened almost immediately.

It was Hamzah.

He leaned against the frame, shirtless—of course—and grinning like the devil himself had taught him how.

“Well, well. Sleeping Beauty’s awake.”

You crossed your arms. “Are you guys serious right now?”

He tilted his head, eyes dragging down your frame before flicking back up. “What? Missed us already?” he teased

“Hamzah.”

“Ooh..scary look you got on your face. Pretty hot”

Your cheeks heated. He was joking. He had to be. But there was something different in his tone, just beneath the surface.

“Just—keep it down.”

“Will try” he said, but didn’t move. “You know, you could always join us . Just once. Might be fun.”

You gave him a look that screamed absolutely not and turned on your heel. Behind you, he chuckled low, like he knew something you didn’t

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⤷ Two Days Later

You woke up thirsty. Restless. Again.

The apartment was quiet for once, bathed in that eerie stillness that only came late at night.

The laughter coming from your brother’s room was quieter this time—muffled and broken up with long silences, probably another one of those intense games your brother and Hamzah would get sucked into for hours.

You didn’t even bother putting on pants. Just the same oversized t-shirt. You wouldn’t be staying at the kitchen for long anyways.

No lights were on. Just the silver-blue glow of moonlight seeping through the windows.

The hallway was dark, cool.

You dragged yourself through it barefoot, rubbing at your eyes, not expecting—

“Shit—”

You slammed into someone the second you rounded the corner.

Hands grabbing your waist instantly, steadying you. Firm and familiar

You looked up, and there he was again.

Backlit by the silver glow of the moon pouring in through the kitchen window. His hair was messy—tousled from hours on the couch. Shadows kissing his jaw in just the right places and his eyes, even darker than before under the dim moonlight.

He didn’t let go.

“You always this clumsy,” he asked, “or is it just when I’m around?”

You huffed a breath, trying to sound annoyed—but it came out breathless instead. “It was dark.”

He grinned, low and lazy. “Didn’t seem to stop you from finding me.”

You didn’t respond. Suddenly hyperaware of how warm his hands were. How close you were. “Why are you always in the kitchen anyway?”

He shrugged. “that’s the second time I’m running into you here today” His fingers flexing slightly on your waist. Like he forgot they were there—or even better—didn’t care that they still were.

“I wanted water.”

“Mm,” he said, glancing down at your bare legs, the way your shirt stopped far too early. “Sure it’s not the attention?”

You scowled, trying to pull back, but he didn’t move. Just enough resistance to make you feel like you’d need to really try if you wanted to leave.

“You’re so annoying,” you muttered.

“I’ve been called worse.”

He finally let go, taking a slow step back, and the absence of his hands was somehow worse than the weight of them.

You went to the counter, trying to focus on the glass in your hand, your breathing, anything.

But you could feel him right behind you. His presence leaving the atmosphere heavy.

He leaned on the other side of the counter, watching you carefully.

“You always walk around like that?” he asked casually. His arm sneakily, wrapping around your waist again.

You paused, crossing your arms, more to cover the way your body betrayed you out of modesty. The glass in your hand nearly slipping.

“Like what?” the saliva in your mouth, nearly flooding. “It’s just a T-shirt” You gulped harshly.

The moonlight caught in his eyes, and for a second, you forgot how to breathe properly. His hands still on your waist, his thumb moving—just slightly—dragging along the hem of your t-shirt like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. A whisper of a touch, but it lit you up from the inside out.

You glanced toward the fridge, like it could grow legs any time now and save you.

“Right,” he said. This time there was something in his voice—mocking. Teasing. He let go of your waist slowly, the drag of his fingers intentional, like he wanted you to feel every second of it.

“You should go back to sleep,” you said, voice quieter than you intended.

“You should stop wearing that shirt,” he replied, eyes dragging over it again, this time slower.

“It’s a problem,” he said under his breath. Almost as if he was talking to himself “but hey, your house, right?”

“You’re so—” You turned to snap something back, but he was closer than you thought. Not touching. Just there, admiring. You had to look up at him.

His face was unreadable now—calm, maybe even bored. Like this wasn’t a big deal. Like you weren’t a big deal.

That made it worse.

He then took a small step forward—closing the small remaining space between you. Letting himself almost sink in your body. Carefully, he put his hand out, placing it next to your thigh, to the counter

“W-what are you doing?” you asked quietly, kind of flustered. Sweat drops forming on your forhead.

Hamzah blinked innocently.

Soon, a nasty smirk forming on his face.

“Just getting water.” he said.

Opening the faucet behind you, letting the water forcefully fill his glass

And just like that. He turned his body away, and walked out—laughing—quietly, slow, dark..Like the air wasn’t still charged, like he hadn’t just lit a fuse and walked away from the fire.

Leaving you in the kitchen with your heart pounding and your whole body, already on fire. Your skin remembering the feeling of his big hands, his voice curling around your spine like smoke and your mouth as dry as a dessert.

Still thirsty—But not for water.

You slipped back to your room in silence, but sleep never came.

It was only you, and your thoughts.

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⤷ The next morning.

You came into the kitchen late, half-hoping he wouldn’t be there.

He was.

Of course he was.

Sitting at the table like he owned it, like this wasn’t your house. Shirtless again—because apparently that was his default now—one leg stretched out, the other bouncing lazily. His phone in hand, head tilted slightly, hair a little damp like he’d just come from the shower. A mug of coffee sat untouched in front of him, steam still rising from his body.

He didn’t look up.

But you felt him notice you.

That awareness. That shift in the air. Like gravity shifted.

You ignored it—or at least—tried to.

You walked past him with studied indifference, reached into the cupboard for cereal like you didn’t still feel the echo of last night—his voice behind you, the nearness, the unspoken heat.

“You sleep okay?” he asked casually, like it was a throwaway question.

“Fine.”

“Dream about me?”

You turned slowly, cereal box in hands, giving him the flattest look you could muster. “Are you ever serious?”

Finally, he looked up.

And there it was—that same look that had been driving you crazy for years. Playful on the surface, but underneath? That lazy, low-burning interest he never voiced.

That challenge.

“Not around you,” he said simply.

You stared at him. The tension tightened.

He tilted his head, eyes trailing deliberately down to your collarbone, where the edge of your sleep shirt gaped. Exposing the fact that you were indeed bra-less.

You swiftly turned back to the counter—after only realizing yourself—hands a little too tight on the coffee mug.

“I need caffeine before this conversation,” you muttered.

“Could’ve asked me to make it for you.”

“You’re not that charming.”

“No?” His voice dipped, low and slow. “You seemed pretty charmed last night.”

Your fingers froze around the handle of the coffee pot.

He wasn’t teasing anymore.

You didn’t turn, just stared down at the counter, the silence hanging too thick.

“You like messing with me,” you said finally.

“Not messing.”

His voice was closer now.

Right behind you.

You didn’t even hear him move.

“Just testing limits.”

You turned, and there he was—again. Always there. Close enough that the space between you practically suffocating. Close enough to feel the heat off his skin.

“What kind of limits?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes dropped to your lips.

Then back up.

“You tell me.” he leaned in.

You didn’t move. Didn’t stop him.

His hand brushed your hip—just a whisper of contact, but it made your stomach twist. His other hand came up, slow, like he was waiting for you to pull away. To push him off of you.

But you didn’t.

Fingers grazed your jaw, tilted your chin up.

It was soft. Way too soft for how sharp the tension had been.

And then—he kissed you.

Fucking finally.

It was warm and unhurried, but not sweet. There was heat behind it—coiled, restrained. Like he’d been thinking about this just as long as you had. His fingers stayed gentle on your face—his mouth was anything but that. It was possessive. Raw

And you—

You kissed him back.

Harder than you meant to.

You stepped forward without thinking, backing him into the table. He let out a soft grunt of surprise, smiling against your mouth. His hand dropped from your jaw to your waist, pulling you flush against him like he wanted more, like this was just the start—

CREAK.

You both froze.

The sound was faint, but unmistakable—the creak of a bedroom door upstairs.

Your brother.

Your eyes widened. Hamzah pulled back a fraction of an inch, breathing shallow, eyes still on you.

Neither of you said a word.

You stepped back, fast. Heart racing.

His lips were swollen. His hair was a mess. And he was still looking at you. A look like, you’d just slapped him across the face

You grabbed your coffee mug, turning on your heel without another word.

“Morning,” your brother’s voice called down from the stairs.

You didn’t answer. You just walked off, head high, coffee clutched tight, hoping he couldn’t hear your pulse in your throat.

Behind you, you heard the scrape of a chair, the clink of Hamzah picking up his coffee.

“Yo,” he said to your brother, calm as ever. “You sleep okay?”

But his eyes never left the hallway where you’d disappeared.

Not once.

And the smirk he wore while sipping his coffee?

Smug. Possessive. Like he knew something your brother didn’t.

And he was enjoying it.

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4:16 AM

The house was dead quiet. The kind of silence that presses against your skin.

You’d woken up in a cold sweat again. Your shirt clung to your back, your heart pounding like it was still trying to outrun the nightmare. You blinked into the darkness, disoriented, the weight of the dream still sitting heavy in your chest.

Then—a knock.

Sharp. Twice. Muffled against the wood of your door.

You flinched.

Your brother?

Unlikely. He could sleep through a fire alarm.

You sat up slowly, dread giving way to confusion—until you heard it:

“Take your time, sweetheart.”

That voice.

Low, cocky. Half amusement, half challenge.

It was Hamzah.

You stilled. Your heart started a different kind of race now.

Did he wake up because of the noise? Or… was he already awake?

Your mind flashed back to the morning—his mouth, his hands, the heat in his eyes right before your brother’s door creaked and shattered the moment. You hadn’t spoken since. You’d avoided him, like the coward you are.

But now he was here. At your door. At your worst hour. Not being able to escape him.

Something about that made your stomach twist.

Would opening the door be giving in?

Maybe. But was that such a bad thing?

Surrendering didn’t sound half as bad now.

You didn’t give yourself time to hesitate. Fingers curled around the knob, and you pulled.

Hamzah stood there, shirt wrinkled, revealing his happy trail. Sweat drops riding low on his hips and his blonde tips messy, like he’d run a hand through them a thousand times. He looked like he belonged in every bad decision you’d ever made.

Stepping forward, his eyes swept over you, slow and deliberate. Down your bare legs, the same oversized shirt hanging off your shoulder, the faint flush on your cheeks—He didn’t bother hiding it.

The door clicked shut behind him

He didn’t say a word.

No smirks. No jokes.

Just a slow, deliberate turn to face you, eyes darker than you’d ever seen them.

He moved toward you without speaking—silent, intense, like a predator that had finally cornered something it had been hunting for years. Every step felt heavier than the last, until he was standing right in front of you again.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“Say something,” you whispered, voice barely there.

“I warned you,” he said. Calm. Even. Dead serious. “Told you I wasn’t messing around tonight.”

Your pulse spiked. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t—not when he was looking at you like that. Like he owned you already and was just giving you a head start before claiming what was his.

He reached for your jaw, fingers tilting your face up—not gently, not rough either. Just enough to remind you that you were his to move. His thumb brushed along your bottom lip, and his gaze dropped there for a second, fixated.

“You opened the door like you were ready” he muttered. “So don’t look at me like that now.”

“I am.” you said—too fast maybe.

Too honest.

His mouth twitched at the corners, forming into a smile—subtly showing off of his sharp canines.

But there was nothing kind in it. Just hunger.

“Then show me.”

You didn’t even get the chance to answer.

His hands were on your waist, dragging you into him, lips crashing onto yours again—harder this time. It was different now. No more teasing, no testing limits. This was full control, no hesitation.

You gasped, and he took that opening like an invitation—tongue claiming your mouth with brutal precision. He kissed like he had something to prove. Like he knew exactly what you wanted and had no plans to let you leave without getting it.

You barely noticed when he started walking you backwards—until the back of your knees hit the bed, and he shoved you down with one hand, still standing above you.

You blinked up at him, dazed, panting, lips red and swollen.

He looked at you like you were the best mistake he’d ever made.

“Stay there.”

You didn’t move.

He reached for the hem of his shirt—like he’d even needed it in the first place—and yanked it off in one motion, tossing it somewhere behind him. Every inch of him was lean, carved muscle and sharp lines. Not too perfect. Just real. Solid. Like he was built to ruin someone.

And right now, that someone was you.

He climbed over you slowly, knees framing your hips, hands planted beside your head.

“You scared?” he murmured, face inches from yours.

“No,” you breathed, even though your heart was pounding like it was trying to escape your chest.

His eyes flicked down to your neck, your chest rising and falling too fast beneath the thin fabric of your shirt. He leaned in, lips brushing your jaw—barely—his voice low. Brutal.

“You should be.”

His mouth finally found your throat, kissing a slow, long, bruising path downward. His hands skimmed along your thighs, parting them with no hesitation, settling between them like he belonged there. You felt his weight press into you, anchoring you in place, and god—it was too much and not enough at the same time.

“Look at you,” he said against your skin. “Acting all shy now. After provoking me all this time.”

You whined, fingers clutching at his shoulders. He caught your wrists, roughly placing them above your head with one hand.

“Hands stay here.”

You obeyed. Instinctively.

He smiled. That same wicked grin, but darker now. More possessive.

“You’re learning.”

His other hand slid under your shirt, dragging upward, slow and torturous. He took his time, watching your reactions the entire time, soaking in every little twitch, every breath you tried—and failed—to steady.

You didn’t know where to look—his eyes, his mouth, the flex of muscle every time he moved, like he was built to do this.

“Tell me you want this,” he said, voice hoarse now, like he was hanging on by a thread.

“I want this,” you whispered, lips parted, flushed.

He hovered just over your mouth, not kissing you yet.

“Say my name.”

You whimpered. “Hamzah…please”

That was it.

That was all it took.

He kissed you again, rough and passionate, like he needed to stamp himself into your memory. Your hands stayed above your head like he told you, even when your whole body was trembling beneath his.

And when he finally let go of your wrist, his hand didn’t leave—it slid down your arm, slowly, deliberately, until his fingers laced with yours.

The softest touch he’d given you all night.

His forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged.

“Too late to change your mind now,” he muttered.

You smiled, “was never gonna.”

His other hand slowly reaching for the waistband of your shorts—not taking them off—only sliding it under, making you go insane, more and more by seconds.

A soft whine escaped your lips—quickly covering them with your hand—as he teasingly rubbed your clothed clit in a slow circular motion.

“Sensitive,” he murmured, tongue brushing over the marks he’d just left. “Didn’t think I’d get you like this so fast.”

Your eyes fluttered closed. “You’re cocky.”

“You love it.”

He was right. You did.

It was maddening.

He slipped your panties to the side, dragging his fingers, painfully slow along the line of your wet folds. Restrained, soft moans leaving your mouth.

Hamzah seemed to get more fascinated by the fact that you were trying so hard to remain calm and silent. He wanted to hear your voice. Even if that meant getting caught

He slid one finger inside you, slowly pumping it in and out, doing that one circular motion every time—searching for your g-spot while also making sure not to hurt you.

“Oh- fuck Hamzah” a moan slipped. Your high forming rapidly. Your head falling deeper onto your pillow as your hands met with his, desperately trying to slow him down

And then he knew.

He knew that was it—your sweet spot.

Purposely picking up the pace, he added another finger. Making a mess out of you as he hit the same. exact. spot. every time

“At this point, you’re going to cut my fingers off.” he teased. Pointing how hard you were wrapping your walls around his fingers.

Instinctively you bit back the noise rising in your throat as the knot on your stomach was sluggishly untying itself. Him teasing you even when you’re about to orgasm definitely was the cherry on top of the cake.

You clenched your fists into the sheets beneath you. Silently moaning—as much as you could. Your whole body shivered, soon enough, your cum dripping on his fingers.

Hamzah let out a soft, low, laugh

He was enjoying this.

Too much.

“I hate you,” you breathed.

He smiled against your cheek. “You’ll hate me more tomorrow.”

He kissed you once more—lazy, lingering, cruel in how good it felt—and then finally pulled away. Slow. Reluctant. Like it physically pained him to stop.

And maybe it did.

He sat on the edge of the bed now, back to you, running a hand through his outgrown buzz, chest rising and falling with restraint. You sat up behind him, dazed, hair a mess, lips bruised, body aching for more.

He glanced back over his shoulder.

“T-shirt looks better off of you than I thought it would.”

You threw a pillow at him.

He caught it without looking.Smirking.

“Get some sleep, princess,” he said as he stood, already backing toward the door, shirt still forgotten somewhere on your floor. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

And just like that—

He was gone.

Leaving you hot, breathless, and completely wrecked—without ever taking anything at all.

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✎ a/n: gotta love me a power top 😙

Originally this was supposed to be smaller but i just wanted to add more and more tension. Bear with me ❤️ HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT!

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LATE NIGHT, SAFE HANDS.

• jude bellingham x gf!reader

• warnings: just the horrible title. (Also, English is not my first language!)

• summary: Jude Bellingham’s quiet night is interrupted when his girlfriend arrives home drunk after a night out. Amid playful chaos, he faces the ultimate challenge: getting her to finally sleep, revealing the warmth and humor of their relationship.

PART 2: EARLY MORNING, SWEET KISSES

His girlfriend had gone out with her group of friends tonight. She´d had been looking forward to it all week. They had been together for about eight months, and things between them felt easy, natural, despite their busy lives. Jude was head over heels for her, and though they weren´t living together yet, they spend a lot of time at each other´s places. He trusted her completly, however he couldn´t help the subtle flicker of concern that burned in his chest.

Earlier that evening, she had sent him a picture of her outfit for the night, teasing him with a playful "Rate it out of 10." He remembered grinning at the sight―she looked stunning in that red dress that left Jude staring at his phone for way longer tham he´d like to admit. His reply was a teasing, "Solid 11. You´re gonna have every guy at that club staring at you. Take care, yeah?"

She´d reply with a string of laughing emojis and a lot of hearts of different colors and added, "Promise! Love ya."

Hours passed, and with her occasional messages about how much fun she was having and how the club had "grwat music bt terriblw cocktailss" and a few blurred slefies, Jude couldn´t help but laugh before texting her to be careful, trying not to admit that maybe he was a little bit unease.

Around 1:30 a.m, the messages and slurred audios from her had started to slow down, but he wasn´t too worried. He figured she was just caught up in the fun, dancing with her friends and enjoying the night. After all, it was still early. Still, he checked his phone more frequently, feeling a little restless as the minutes ticked by without a response.

"Everything okay?" he´d sent about an hour ago, hoping for an answer.

Nothing.

Jude sighed, staring at the screen for a moment before tossing the phone back onto the couch beside him. He told himself not to worry. She was probably, no, she was definitely fine, just lost in the music, and her phone was somewhere deep in her bag. But a small voice in the back of his mind kept telling him otherwise.

He tried not to be that boyfriend. You know, the one who texts every five minutes to check up on her. But as the clock ticked closer to 3 a.m. and still no word from her, his foot started tapping nervously against the wooden floor. He shot her another text, "You good? Getting kinda late..." Jude stared at the screen, waiting for those familiar typing dots to appear, but after two minutes of nothing, he sighed. He set his phone down, leaning back against the cushions, trying to keep his mind out of it.

Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen.

By the time it hit twenty, Jude was seriously considering calling her. Just to check, he told himself. He had refreshed the chat multiple times but there was no response. He unlocked his phone and was about to hit her name when the sound of the doorbell cut through the quiet.

Frowning, Jude stood up, wondering who could be visiting at this time of night. As he approached the door, a series of knocks came, maybe a little frantic. His heart race just a little. Who could possibly be knocking at this hour?

He then swung the door open and froze.

There she was, standing in front of him, her makeup smudged, her hair slightly tousled, and that same red dress clinging maybe a little bit higher than when she went out. But what really stood out was the way she was standing, as if she was going to fall at any minute, with sparkling eyes and cheeks flushed―whether from the cold air or the alcohol, Jude wasn´t sure.

But the smile she gave him? Bright as ever.

"Juuuuude!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up as if she´d just seen him for the first time in weeks.

He couldn´t help but grin at the sight, feeling the relief flood through him. She just threw herself into his arms before he had a chance to react. He caught her easily, wraping his arms around her waist as she giggled into his chest.

"Hey, hey," he said softly, trying to hold back a laugh of his own. "You alright?"

She pulled back slightly, swaying on her feet as she looked up to him. "Of course I am. Why wouldn´t I be?" Her words slurred together, and she had to repeat the question a few times.

"You´re plastered," he stated plainly, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Your plastered," she tried to imitate him. "Am not," she protested, though the wobble in her stance told him otherwise. She tried to step forward, but Jude quickly caught her before she could topple over.

"Please tell me you didn´t come walking all the way here like this," he asked, closing the door behind them with one hand, the other firmly around her waist.

She gave him a pout. "Wanted to see you."

“Yeah, I figured that much.” He chuckled, guiding her over to the leather couch. “Come on, sit down before you hurt yourself.”

She let him guide her but promptly flopped onto the couch with dramatic flair, kicking off her heels and curling her legs beneath her. She looked at him, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Jude?” she asked sweetly.

“Yes, love?”

“I'm hungry.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You want me to make you something?”

“Nooo...” She shook her head, grinning mischievously. “I wanna cook.”

Jude immediately burst out laughing, kneeling beside the couch as he looked at her incredulously. “Babe, you’re drunk. You can’t even stand up properly, let alone cook.”

She squinted at him, clearly not appreciating his lack of faith. “I can cook. I make the best... sandwiches.”

“Sandwiches? That’s the bar we’re setting?”

She nodded eagerly, but before he could protest further, she was already struggling to stand, making a beeline for the kitchen. Jude quickly jumped up to intercept her, catching her around the waist before she could get too far.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said, pulling her back toward him. “You are not cooking in this state.”

She notice how warm he was. “Jude…”

He laughed, tightening his grip around her. “Nope. Not happening. You’re going to hurt yourself or burn the kitchen down.”

“That is not true.”

“I’ve seen you try to use a toaster when you’re half-asleep. I don’t need you burning down my kitchen with us inside.”

With a huff, she slumped against him, clearly defeated but still playful. She tilted her head back to look at him, her frown returning. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m a lot of fun,” he corrected, pressing a kiss on her forehead. “You’ll see how fun I am tomorrow when you wake up with a hangover,” he teased. “Now, how about we get you some water and you go to bed, yeah?”

“I don’t want water,” she mumbled playfully, leaning her head onto his shoulder and putting her hand on his back. “I want… you.”

Jude felt his heart do a little flip at her words, though he tried to play it cool. “Yeah, well, you can have me tomorrow after you drink some water.”

He got up and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and bringing it back to her. She was now sprawled across the couch, one leg dangling off the side as she stared up at the ceiling, mumbling something incoherent.

“Here,” Jude said, sitting her up gently and handing her the glass.

She took it begrudgingly, sipping at it like a child forced to take medicine. “I didn’t want this,” she muttered.

“I know,” Jude said, rubbing her back soothingly. “But you’ll thank me in the morning.”

After a few sips, she set the glass down and looked up at him with wide, adoring eyes. “You’re so good to me,” she said softly, her voice suddenly tender.

Jude smiled, feeling his chest tighten in that familiar way it did whenever she said something sweet, even in her drunken state. “Of course I am. Someone’s gotta take care of you when you decide to get hammered.”

“Jude, I’ve already told you that I’m not—,”

“Alright, alright,” he said defeated. Then, after making sure that she had drunk all the water, he lifted her as if she was nothing and carried her to his room.

The softness of the mattress and the sheets made her yawn. As Jude carefully wiped off her makeup and gave her some of his clothes, she couldn’t help to smile, adoring his features. When one of his hands brushed where her ribs where, she giggled at the motion, leaning her head against his chest. “You’re my favorite person,” she whispered.

His heart melted. “And you’re mine,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

They stayed like that for a while, she snuggled up against him as Jude absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her into a more peaceful state. Her tipsy giggles slowly faded, replaced by soft, sleepy breaths.

“You okay now?” he asked quietly.

“Mhm,” she hummed, half asleep against him.

Jude looked down at her, his chest swelling with affection. Drunk or not, she always managed to make him feel like the luckiest guy in the world. And despite her occasional recklessness, he wouldn’t trade moments like this for anything.

[puppykatz]

RESTLESS WITHOUT YOU ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ; meret manon bannerman x gn reader.

summary ‎::: manon comes home late, only to find you asleep on the couch.

prompt ‎::: “i can't sleep without you, you know that”

tags/info ‎::: established relationship, manon & reader share an apartment, reader has a cat, that's pretty much it =]

note... i love this manon selfie so much she's so gorgeous 😵‍💫😵‍💫

manon slowed the car down to a stop, letting out a sigh of relief afterwards. she'd been out all day filming stuff for katseye, so all she wanted craved was to get home to you, to hold you in her arms and just drift off to sleep — and at last, she was back home to your apartment, with the reward of holding you again so close. but it was late, really late, approximately 12:46 am, so unfortunately she wouldn't be able to have one of your many late night talks that she cherished so much, as you were probably fast asleep in bed by now.

she exited the car, sluggishly dragging her bag along with her. after an elevator ride that felt extraordinarily long, she reached your guys' apartment, unlocking the door and making sure to open it incredibly slowly as to not disturb you (though the creaky door hinges didn't help her case). she delicately stepped into the apartment, softly shutting and locking the door behind her before placing her bag on the floor. she let out another sigh of relief, though this time over the fact that she seemingly hadn't woke you.

she began to quietly make her way over to the bedroom, thankful that the tv was illuminating her path, lessening the chances that she'd run into something and wake you— wait, the tv was on. she paused, her brows furrowing as she redirected her route to the living room rather than the bedroom.

when she got there her heart absolutely melted, and it took everything in her not to let out the largest ‘awh’ she could muster. you had fallen asleep on the couch while playing a game, which was evident from the pause screen on the tv along with the controller falling out of your left hand. your cat, sona, was curled up comfortably in your lap, but had now stood up and began meowing happily at the sight of manon. “hi, honey! ” she lowly mumbled, gently scratching sona's head as she crawled up the side of the couch towards manon. she sat there for a moment, admiring you whilst continuing to silently pet sona.

while it crushed her heart, during her moment of silence she decided that it'd be better for her to freshen up before coming back to wake you up. a frown appeared on her lips at the thought of leaving you, even if it wasn't for that long. “i'll be back.” she pressed a light kiss to the top of your head, before woefully heading off to the bathroom.

── 𖹭 ──

manon walked out of the bathroom with a huge smile on her face, she'd finally finished her nightly routine which meant she was able to head to bed with you — after waking you up and moving you over to the bedroom that is.

she walked over to the couch, her heart fluttering at the sight of you once again.

she leaned down, slowly but surely removing the controller out of your hand and placing it on the coffee table in front of you. leaning back up towards you, she smiled to herself yet again — gently carding her fingers through your hair, she began to press soft kisses to your temple. “baby?” her smile widened when you stirred, groggily shifting your position slightly, though your eyes stayed closed.

“baby, you have to open your eyes.” she chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek as she continued to play with your hair. this time, you weakily opened your eyes, lifting your hands up to rub them as your brain tried to process what was going on. “manon?” you looked up at her dazed, “when'd you get back?”

her hand traveled down from your hair to caress your cheek, “a little bit ago.. baby, why are you out here? you should be in bed.”

“i.. can't sleep without you,” you reached up, wrapping your arms around her neck in a desperate attempt to hug her. “you know that.”

she wrapped her arms around your torso, embracing your hug with open arms. “you tried to stay up?”

you paused, trying to push away your embarrassment as you nuzzled your face into her neck. “..i was waiting for you...i missed you.”

manon hugged you tighter, letting out a squeal of adoration, “oh, you're so cute!! ” she leaned down, littering a bunch of kisses all over your face.

you groaned, pretending to dislike the treatment, even though the both of you knew very well that you loved it more than anything. “whatever..”

she pulled away with one final kiss to your lips, her smile as wide as could possibly be. “as much as i love this, we should really get to bed.” she ran her fingers through your hair again, pressing another kiss to your forehead before grabbing your hands so she could help you stand up. you stood up with her assistance, unintentionally bringing sona along with you, as she sat securely on your shoulder.

manon slowly walked you to the bedroom, her hand staying in yours to guide you (and also just because she wanted to hold it) while the other made sure that sona didn't fall.

“the bed is in front of you, love.” she giggled, grabbing sona off your shoulder just before you threw yourself on the bed, sluggishly crawling your way under the covers. unable to hide her smile at your antics, she made her way over to sona's bed tower, whispering a soft “goodnight” to her as she placed her inside before heading out to the living room to shut the tv off, finally going back over to lay down with you after she did.

she slid her way under the covers, immediately pausing her actions when she noticed you had already fallen back asleep. she smile-frowned, imagining how tired you must've been to fall asleep so fast, but also adoring how cute you looked sleeping. she got more comfortable, pulling you into her arms before pressing a feathery light kiss to the tip of your nose.

“goodnight, i love you.”

[be4chywritez]

yucky | quinn hughes

quinn hughes x fem!reader

you end up catching the flu but Quinn has your back.

request: Maybe a part 2 to in sickness and health where reader did inevitably get sick and Quinn’s taking care of her now?

prompt: This is humiliating.” “Nothing is humiliating about needing help, love."

beachy’s masterlist🐚

part one

The gray light of another rainy afternoon filtered through the windows. The lake house was quieter than usual, with Luke and Jack out for the day. This time, the reason wasn’t a sick Quinn, but you, battling the flu.

Quinn sat beside you on the bed, watching your restless sleep. He sighed, his worry evident. When you stirred, he was quick to place a cool hand on your forehead.

You opened your eyes, meeting his concerned gaze. “Hey,” you whispered, your voice hoarse. “You shouldn’t be here. I don’t want you to get sick.”

Quinn shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “In sickness and in health, remember?” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Like death,” you muttered, mirroring his words from days before.

He chuckled softly. “I’ll get you some water and medicine. Just rest, okay?”

You nodded weakly, watching as he left the room. Despite your misery, you couldn’t help but feel touched by his care. Moments later, he returned with a glass of water and some medicine.

“Here, take these,” he said gently, helping you sit up. You took the medicine, grimacing at the taste, then laid back down.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Quinn brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his touch soothing. “It’s nothing. Just focus on getting better.”

As you dozed off again, Quinn busied himself with cleaning up, ensuring the house remained a germ-free zone. He moved quietly careful to not wake you. He wanted to make things as comfortable as possible for you.

Later, you awoke to the sound of Quinn in the kitchen. You could hear him humming softly, the smell of chicken soup wafting through the air. Despite feeling awful, you smiled.

He returned with a bowl of soup, setting it on the nightstand. “Do you think you can eat a little?” he asked, concern evident in his eyes.

You nodded, managing a small smile. “I’ll try.”

Quinn helped you sit up, then handed you the bowl. You took a few sips, the warmth soothing your sore throat. He watched you carefully, making sure you were okay.

“This is humiliating,” you muttered, feeling self-conscious about your state.

Quinn shook his head, his expression serious. “Nothing is humiliating about needing help, love.”

You looked at him, touched by his words. “You’re too good to me, Quinn.”

He smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead again. “I love you. Now, finish your soup and get some rest.”

Just as you were finishing your soup, the door burst open, and Luke and Jack walked in, carrying a care package.

“We come bearing gifts!” Jack announced dramatically, holding up a bag of various snacks and drinks.

“How’s the patient?” Luke asked, grinning as he approached the bed.

You rolled your eyes, feeling a bit better at the sight of them. “Surviving, barely. What did you guys bring?”

Luke started unpacking the bag. “Ginger ale, crackers, some magazines, and—” he paused for effect, pulling out a stuffed animal, “—this little guy for moral support.”

You laughed, despite yourself. “Thanks, guys. You really know how to spoil a girl.”

Jack plopped down on the edge of the bed, looking at you sympathetically. “You look like death warmed over.”

“Thanks, Jack. That’s exactly what I needed to hear,” you replied sarcastically.

Quinn smirked, watching the banter. “She’s tougher than she looks. You should’ve seen me last week.”

Luke grinned. “Yeah, she handled your ass like a pro. We’re just here to repay the favor.”

Jack nodded, handing you a magazine. “Here, this should keep you entertained while you’re bedridden.”

You accepted it with a smile. “Thanks. You guys are the best.”

“Just don’t get too close,” Luke added, holding up his hands in mock defense. “We’re not trying to catch whatever you’ve got.”

Quinn laughed, shaking his head. “You two are ridiculous.”

Just then, Luke picked up the familiar UMich blanket from the foot of the bed. “Hey, isn’t this—” he paused, realization dawning on his face. “Wait, y/n, you’ve been using this?”

You nodded, amused. “Yeah, it’s really warm.”

Luke immediately dropped the blanket, his face scrunching up in mock disgust. “Yucky.”

Jack burst out laughing. “Wow, Lukey, you really are a germaphobe.”

You chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Quinn rolled his eyes playfully. “Alright, you skid-marks. Let’s give her some peace and quiet. She needs to rest.

Luke and Jack stood up, waving as they headed out. “Feel better soon!” they called in unison.

Quinn turned back to you, his eyes soft with affection. “You’ve got a pretty good support team.”

You smiled, feeling grateful for all of them. “Yeah, I do.”

Quinn helped you lie back down, brushing a kiss on your forehead. “Get some rest, love. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

As you drifted off to sleep, you felt Quinn’s hand holding yours, his presence a comforting anchor. Despite the flu, you felt incredibly lucky to have him—and his idiotic brothers—in your life.

A week later, you were feeling much better. You and Quinn were lounging on the couch when his phone rang. It was Jack.

“Hey, Jack. What’s up?” Quinn answered.

You could hear Jack’s voice through the phone. “Hey, so… Luke’s feeling sick. Like, really sick. We think he might have caught whatever y/n had.

Quinn glanced at you, a knowing smile on his face. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, and you guys are the pros at this whole taking-care-of-sick-people thing now, so… could you maybe come help out?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Quinn grinned, shaking his head. “Sure thing, Jack. We’ll be right over.”

As Quinn hung up, he turned to you. “Looks like it’s our turn to repay the favor.”

You chuckled, standing up. “Let’s go take care of our walking bacteria cell.”

Quinn laughed, grabbing his keys. “I guess what goes around comes around.”

And with that, you both headed out, ready to rescue Luke from his own misery.

[melgolbach]

RESTLESS NIGHT | B. BRADSHAW

Bradley had just came back home, four months ago he left for a deployment that was a top secret mission. For four months, you were alone for the majority of the time.

Sure, his friends would make sure you were a-okay and that you wouldn’t starve to death. You knew what it would be like to date Bradley, but sometimes it hits hard.

A door slam was heard from outside of the shared house you had with him, your eyebrows raised. It was 3 am, who would be at your house this late at night?

Taking the bat that was always by your side of the bed, you opened your bedroom door and slowly walked through the house. You hid in a dark corner of the living room, just in case the intruder in your drive-way decided to come inside.

Your eyes widened when the door knob to the front of the house un locked from the outside, you gripped the tan bat in your two hands, ready to jump the guy who decided to barge into your house that you feel safe in (even without Bradley there).

The door opened slowly, as if the intruder knew that the front door creeks every time it’s opened. You started to scream at the intruder, the bat swinging behind you and almost had hit the intruder but the intruder was faster.

His hand grabbed the bat as he swiftly turned around to face you. “Bradley.” You breathed out.

He grinned like crazy, “what in the world are you doing at 3 am up at this hour, and why are you in the corner with a bat?” He chuckled, dropping the bat on the dark wooden floors you’re standing on. “I heard a car slam door. Thought it was someone random,” you shrugged with your eyes still widened.

Bradley laughed, “you still didn’t tell me why you were up at 3 am.” He pointed out. “S’nothing.” Your arms found their way around his torso, you snuggled up to his body. “Mhm, sure.” His voice vibrates to your body, and you can hear his heartbeat steady with your one ear on his chest. “I’ve missed you,” you whispered. “I’ve missed you more,” he responded as he kissed your forehead.

“God that mission was tedious. All I was thinking about was coming back home to you,” he rambled. You cooed for him, your hands reaching to the back of his head as you played with his curly lock of hair. “Well I’m glad you made it back home all in one piece.” You said as you looked at him with lovey dovey eyes.

He looked back with the same affection, leaning down to your lips and placing his on yours. “God I’ve missed you so much pumpkin.” He whispered. “I could not imagine life without you”

You smiled softly. “The same from me to you.” You kiss him once more as he dropped his duffle bag. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”you grab him by his hand, walking in front as he walks behind you. You opened the door, turning on the light and you could hear him taking off his clothes already. “I’m just glad I can get back to my comfy bed and my beautiful wife. This is a win for me.” He was in his khaki shorts only, taking his shoes off first.

“This is a win for me as well.” You smirked, looking at Bradley’s chest. His eyebrows raised, a smirk placed on his face. “Yeah?” He asked. “Mhmhmhm,” you mumble. Bradley eyed you from what you were wearing.

His favorite set- the set he got you for Valentine’s Day two years ago. A silky black pajama set that hugged you perfectly. “Well, I also too like what I’m seeing.” He responded to your previous comment as he walked slowly towards you. You were at the end of the bed, his body softly hovering over yours as he placed you onto the soft mattress. “Oh yeah?” You asked back, the same way as he did.

“Yeah.”

A/N:

I came back to the first person that blew up on my blog because I haven’t wrote about him in forever and I have been feeling so in love with Bradley Bradshaw right now it isn’t even funny 💔.

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: No Going Back

The next morning, you woke up to the feeling of Marshall’s arm locked around your waist, holding you so close that you could barely move. His face was buried in your neck, his breath warm against your skin, his grip possessive even in sleep.

He hadn’t let go of you once last night.

Not when you’d tried to get up for water. Not when you’d shifted to get comfortable. Not even when you’d murmured that he should at least try to rest.

It was like he was afraid to let you go.

And the truth was?

You weren’t sure you wanted him to.

You ran your fingers lazily through his short hair, your touch light, soothing. He hummed softly in his sleep, his grip instinctively tightening, as if his body knew you were there before his mind even caught up.

You should’ve been worried.

This wasn’t healthy.

The way he needed you like this. The way you had started needing him the same way. The way being apart, even for a few hours, sent something sharp and restless through your veins.

But if you were being honest?

You didn’t care.

You couldn’t care.

Because after everything, after years of chaos, addiction, distance, and pain—you had finally found each other.

And now, neither of you wanted to let go.

Marshall stirred slightly, mumbling something under his breath, before his grip relaxed just enough for you to turn and face him.

His blue eyes were still heavy with sleep, but they found yours instantly, searching, watching. He blinked, then smirked. “You’re still here.”

Your heart clenched, because you knew what he really meant.

“I’m always here,” you murmured.

His hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. “Yeah?”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to his palm. “Yeah.”

Marshall exhaled slowly, as if your words had settled something deep inside him. He didn’t say anything else—he didn’t need to. Instead, he just pulled you closer, holding you in a way that told you exactly what he was feeling.

And as you let him, as you melted into his warmth, his touch, his need—

You realized there was no going back.

Healthy or not.

Right or wrong.

This was what you both needed.

And you weren’t letting it go.

---

You knew the second you walked through the door from getting the mail that something was off.

Marshall was sitting on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, his jaw tight. He wasn’t watching TV. He wasn’t even looking at his phone.

No—he was waiting.

For you.

You barely had time to drop your keys before he spoke.

“Who was it?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

His blue eyes snapped to yours, dark and stormy. “The guy who couldn’t stop fuckin’ looking at you.”

Your stomach flipped.

So that’s what this was about.

You sighed, setting your bag down. “Marshall—”

“Don’t.” He stood up, slow and deliberate, his frame tense. “Don’t act like you didn’t see him.”

You crossed your arms. “Okay, yeah, I saw him. So what?”

Marshall scoffed, running a hand over his face before stepping closer. “So what?” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “Baby, I was two fuckin’ seconds away from knockin’ his teeth out.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the possessiveness laced in his words.

You tilted your head. “You do realize I wasn’t doing anything, right?”

His jaw clenched. “Doesn’t matter.”

You bit your lip, watching the way his fists tightened at his sides. He was worked up—his energy vibrating with something raw and restless.

And you?

You liked it.

You stepped closer, reaching up to run a hand over his chest. His breath hitched, but he didn’t move away.

“Marshall,” you murmured, your voice soft. “You know I only want you.”

His hands shot out, gripping your hips, pulling you against him. “Damn right you do,” he muttered, his lips ghosting over your jaw.

You smirked, trailing your fingers up to the back of his neck. “Then why are you acting like you don’t already own me?”

His breath was sharp, his grip tight.

And just like that, whatever restraint he had left—snapped.

His mouth crashed against yours, his hands branding you, claiming every inch of skin he could reach.

And as he pulled you impossibly closer, his body pressed against yours, his touch searing and desperate—

You realized something.

Marshall wasn’t just jealous.

He was terrified.

Of losing you.

Of someone else getting too close.

Of anything that might take you away from him.

And the truth?

You didn’t want anyone else.

You never would.

Marshall’s grip on you didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened, like he was daring you to pull away—like he needed to feel you, to prove to himself that you were still right here.

You ran your hands over his chest, feeling the tension rolling off him in waves. “You’re still mad,” you murmured.

He scoffed, his hands sliding up your sides, his thumbs pressing into your ribs like he was staking a claim. “Mad? Nah,” he muttered. “I’m just—” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I hate that shit. Hate even thinkin’ about somebody lookin’ at you like they got a shot.”

You tilted your head, your fingers moving up to trace the sharp line of his jaw. “They don’t have a shot.”

His blue eyes locked onto yours, something dark and desperate swimming beneath the surface. “I know,” he said, but his voice was rough, like he wasn’t sure if that was enough.

You cupped his face, making him look at you. “Then stop acting like I could ever want anyone else.”

His jaw clenched, but he didn’t pull away.

You sighed, brushing your lips against his in the softest kiss you could manage. “You’re the only one, Marshall. The only one I see. The only one I want.”

His breath hitched. His fingers twitched against your sides. And just like that, whatever storm had been raging inside him—settled.

He kissed you again, slower this time, like he needed to memorize the way you felt, the way you gave yourself to him so freely.

And when he finally pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours, his voice was quieter.

“I don’t wanna lose you.”

You held him closer. “You won’t.”

Because the truth was, you couldn’t imagine your life without him either.

And whatever this was—whatever need, whatever addiction you had for each other—

You weren’t letting it go.

Not now.

Not ever.

---

Dinner was going fine, you'd spent hours wrapped up in Marshal, reassuring each other. Things were good—great, even—until your mother spoke.

You had just finished setting the dishes on the table when you felt Marshall’s hand find your waist, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the fabric of your sweater. It wasn’t unusual—not lately.

Ever since everything shifted between you two, he had barely let you out of arm’s reach. Every chance he got, he was touching you, watching you, claiming you in little ways that only the two of you really understood.

But you weren’t the only one who noticed.

Your mother, watching from across the table, let out a small chuckle. “It’s sweet,” she said, nudging your father beside her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this affectionate, Marshall.”

Marshall tensed beside you, just for a second, before covering it with a smirk. “Yeah?” he said, his voice casual.

Your mother nodded, glancing between you both. “You used to be so… closed off. Especially back when—” She hesitated, her eyes flickering with understanding. “Well. You know.”

You did know.

Back when the addiction had swallowed him whole. When touch had been scarce, and words had been clipped, and every moment had felt like walking on eggshells, waiting for the next storm.

Your fingers curled over Marshall’s under the table, squeezing gently. He squeezed back, his grip grounding—reassuring.

Your mother smiled, watching the silent exchange. “I’m glad,” she said simply. “You two seem… good.”

Marshall let out a small huff, his hand tightening on your thigh. “Yeah. We are.”

And the thing was—

He wasn’t lying.

You were good.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t normal.

But it was yours.

And as you leaned into his touch, feeling the way his body instantly relaxed at the reassurance, you realized—

You wouldn’t trade this for anything.

---

After your parents left, you barely had time to close the door before Marshall’s hands were on you again.

He didn’t even wait for you to turn around. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“They noticed,” he murmured, voice low.

You smirked, resting your hands over his. “Of course they did.”

He huffed, tightening his hold. “You think they know?”

You tilted your head. “Know what?”

He turned you around then, his blue eyes dark, searching. “How much I fuckin’ need you.”

Your breath hitched, your fingers instinctively gripping his hoodie. “Marshall—”

“I don’t like people talkin’ about how I used to be,” he muttered. “Like—like that’s still who I am. Like I’m still that distant, fucked-up mess who couldn’t love you right.”

Your heart clenched, and you reached up, cupping his face. “You’re not that man anymore.”

He exhaled slowly, leaning into your touch. “Yeah. Because of you.”

You shook your head. “Because you fought for this. For us.”

His eyes flickered, something unreadable passing over his expression before he pulled you in, kissing you slow and deep.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours. “I don’t care who notices,” he muttered. “I don’t care what anyone thinks. Long as you know—long as you feel—that you’re mine. And I’m yours.”

You smiled softly, threading your fingers through his. “I know.”

And you did.

Because whatever this was—whatever dark, messy, tangled thing you and Marshall had become—

It was yours.

And nothing else mattered.

The house was quiet now, the warmth of dinner still lingering in the air, but Marshall’s grip on you hadn’t loosened. If anything, it had tightened, like now that you were alone, he didn’t have to hold back.

His hands framed your face, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones, his blue eyes dark with something you felt more than you saw.

“You good?” you asked softly.

Marshall let out a small huff, his lips pressing into a line. “Yeah. Just thinkin’.”

You ran your hands up his arms, feeling the tension still locked in his muscles. “About?”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Nothin’ new.”

But you knew what that meant.

He was still thinking about what your mother had said. Still thinking about who he used to be, about the years he had spent keeping you at a distance, drowning in his own demons.

You sighed, pulling him toward the couch. “C’mon,” you murmured, tugging him down beside you.

He sat, but his hands never left you, one gripping your thigh, the other wrapping around your waist like he needed to be touching you.

“I hate that they remember me like that,” he admitted after a long pause. “Like I was—” He exhaled sharply, his fingers flexing. “Like I was gone.”

You turned, straddling his lap, forcing him to look at you. “You were gone,” you said gently. “But you came back.”

His jaw tensed. “What if I hadn’t?”

Your heart clenched, because God, you had thought about that before—thought about all the ways this could have ended.

But it didn’t.

You cupped his face, brushing your lips against his. “But you did.”

His breath hitched, and for a second, the tension in his shoulders eased.

You smiled against his lips. “And now you’re stuck with me.”

He let out a small chuckle, but there was no humor in it—just relief. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You kissed him then, slow and deep, pouring everything into him—every ounce of reassurance, every promise, every unspoken I’m yours, you’re mine, we’re not going anywhere.

And as his grip on you tightened, as he pulled you impossibly closer, as his body relaxed into yours—

You knew he finally believed it.

You weren’t going anywhere.

And neither was he.

[alltoomaples]

Keep Driving - LN

Hash brown, egg yolk I will always love you <33

pairing: fem!ambitious reader x lando norris

synopsis: you and Lando Norris escape the pressures of daily life for a spontaneous road trip.

a/n: ayooo! first off, thank you sm for all the love on speed of science! appreciate y'all reading and hope you like it :))

this one was like unexpected quick write up cause lately I've been listening to keep driving and i adore this song like tooooo much!! and lowkey, i miss going on car drives too :"")) speaking of drives, mclaren 2-3 for sprint tomorrow! ain't that big fan of sprints but I've got my hopes and manifesting podiums this weekend for my mclaren boys✨️👀🧡

hope you guys enjoy reading this! let me know if you guys have any other suggestions/requests! much love and happy sprint-race weekend🧡✨️🫶🏼

check out my works: until i found you masterlist | other works

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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of your cozy beachfront cottage, casting a warm glow over the room. You woke up to the comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee, and the sound of Lando bustling in the kitchen. A smile tugged at your lips as you stretched and got out of bed, following the delicious scent.

In the kitchen, Lando was making pancakes, flipping them with a flourish and a cheeky grin. "Morning, sleepyhead," he greeted, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Morning," you replied, wrapping your arms around him from behind and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "Pancakes and coffee? You're spoiling me."

"Only the best for you," he said, turning around so he faces you, kissing the top of your head. The simplicity of the moment—a shared breakfast, laughter, and teasing—was perfect. But underneath the surface, there was a restless energy in both of you.

As you sat down to eat, the conversation turned to the pressures you both faced. Lando's racing career was demanding, and your own hectic life left little time for moments like these. The weight of it all had been building up, and you could see the same feelings reflected in Lando's eyes.

"What if we just… escaped for the day?" you suggested on a whim. "No plans, no schedule. Just us and the open road."

Lando's face lit up at the idea. "I love it. Let's do it."

With a quick change of clothes and a packed bag of essentials, lando throws the keys at you, and you jump into his car. Driving is something you both took turns as you loved driving and Lando was the type of guy who'd make sure to consider asking you if you'd want to drive them together which in this case, you wanted to start off the journey. The Harry Styles track "Keep Driving" started playing through the speakers as you turned the key. The song's rhythm seemed to sync perfectly with the pulsing excitement in your veins. As the coastal road outside Monaco stretched out before you, the promise of freedom was intoxicating.

As you drove, the conversations flowed effortlessly. You talked about your fears and dreams, the pressures of your lives, and the desire to break free from it all.

Every so often, Lando would squeeze your hand or glance over with a smile that made your heart flutter. The connection between you felt stronger than ever, deepened by the shared experiences and heartfelt discussions.

The day was filled with spontaneous adventures. You found a hidden beach and took a surprise dip in the crystal-clear water, laughing and splashing like children. Later, you climbed rocky cliffs to find the best views, the exertion forgotten in the face of the breathtaking scenery. Lando’s playful side shone as he challenged you to little races and stole kisses whenever he got the chance.

As evening approached, the weather took a sudden turn. Dark clouds rolled in, and soon, heavy rain began to pour down. You found shelter in a small, quaint diner off the beaten path. Inside, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the storm outside. Over hot chocolate and a shared dessert, you both found comfort in each other's presence, appreciating the calm amidst the chaos.

The stormy night prompted a moment of reflection. Sitting in the diner, you and Lando discussed the significance of the day’s journey. You realized that no matter the storm outside, as long as you were together, you could weather anything.

Once the storm subsided, you headed back to the car, deciding to keep driving into the night. The road was quiet, lit only by the headlights and the occasional passing car. The conversation drifted to lighter topics, filled with laughter and gentle teasing. The journey seemed endless, but with every mile, you felt more at peace.

As dawn broke, you found yourselves at a beautiful overlook, just in time to watch the sunrise. The sky was painted with soft pastel colors, symbolizing a new beginning. You and Lando sat on the hood of the car, wrapped in a blanket, feeling the warmth of the rising sun. Keep Driving played again softly in the background, reinforcing the theme of moving forward together.

In the quiet morning light, you snuggle closer to Lando, deep sigh leaving your lips, feeling content and grateful for everything. Your career is going great, family and friends doing well and having great long drives with the love of your life. It's all good!

"Hey youuu" You said, looking up at him with adoration. You find his eyes soo beautiful, especially with the rays of sun sparkling in his. Lando took your hand, looking into your eyes with a tender smile and kisses your head.

“Let’s promise to keep driving,” he said, “no matter where the road takes us.”

“Always,” you agreed, sealing the promise with a heartfelt kiss.

. . . .

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How they are Handling your Disappearance Pt. 2

Side Characters edition!

Okay you guys wanted more angst, so here you go! lol A part 2 with the side characters was requested, so I wrote for Diavolo, Simeon, Luke (purely platonic), and Solomon. I left Barb out because i'm very unsure of his role as of right now in Nightbringer. I hope you guys enjoy, please let me know what you think! You'll probably need some tissues again so prepare yourself! lol

Read Part 1: Brothers

Part 3: MC Returns

Genre: Angst, Hurt.

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The brothers were the first to be aware of your disappearance, but the news traveled fast between all of the people who were closest and dearest to you. No one knew where you went, but they knew one thing for sure: they were doing anything possible to bring you back home. After weeks of searching every inch of the Devildom, it was becoming apparent that you were no longer in the same realm. This of course sent a new wave of panic through everyone. Where did you go, MC? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were leaving?

❤️Diavolo❤️

If anyone should feel responsible for your disappearance, it’s The Demon Prince. 

He is incredibly perplexed and disturbed by the fact that his human exchange student disappeared right out from under his watchful eye. 

Diavolo usually has a very outgoing and joyous attitude, but it’s not the same since you left.

Instead, he becomes numb. Sad. Determined to do everything he can to find you.

Lucifer had come running to him in a state of panic, informing him that they couldn’t find you.

He rarely saw Lucifer act that way, so he knew it had to be serious.

He joined in on the search for you too. 

Barbatos tried convincing him to stay at the castle, but he couldn't just sit and do nothing. The peace between the human world and the Devildom is at risk.

After days and weeks of searching with no results, he becomes depressed.

He uses every connection, every resource he has to find you.

But he can’t.

Not even the most powerful being in all the Devildom can locate one human.

To disgrace not only the Devildom, but his Father… It's too much to bear. 

I’m such a poor excuse for a demon, how could I lose them so easily?

He sits at his office desk, staring down at the paperwork he’s supposed to be finishing. He's severely behind.

But instead of picking up the pen, his hands are clutching at his auburn hair as tears stream down his cheeks. 

Barbatos walks on him in this state several times.

The sight of the dark, heavy bags under the Prince’s eyes causes a pang of sadness in his heart. He longs to comfort him. 

But the Prince has become distant from him. 

He doesn’t understand why Barbatos doesn’t use his powers to find you in such desperate times. 

He’s confused. Angry. 

He orders Barbatos away, and rests his head into his folded arms, wishing you were wrapped up in them instead. 

Wherever you are, MC, I promise we will find you. We’ll bring you home.

💛Simeon💛

When Simeon learns of your disappearance, he almost doesn’t believe it. 

But when he’s forced to face the reality of your absence, he feels it deep within his heart.

His usual calm demeanor starts to crack, but he wants to stay brave for Luke.

He doesn’t want to scare the young angel. 

At first, he’s restless, pacing through the corridors of Purgatory Hall, trying to think of any way to contribute to your search.

But it’s been weeks. And still no sign of you. 

Now he sits in one of the arm chairs in his bedroom, gazing out the window. 

My little lamb, where have you disappeared to?

A book that he’s given up reading rests on his lap, his fingertips ghosting over the corners of the pages. 

He wishes you were here with him, sitting comfortably in his lap while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

His eyes well up with tears at the thought. 

Luke checks in with him often, bringing him updates when he can and suggesting they get out of his room for a while. 

He sits with Luke in a cafe for a while, nursing a cup of coffee while Luke chatters about all of the things he’s going to do with you when you return. 

This should cheer him up, but instead it sends a wave of indescribable sadness washing over him. 

It’s not Luke’s fault, of course. 

He appears to be handling it better than he is. 

Simeon, who normally thrives on the joy he brings others through conversation and gentle smiles, requests to be alone. 

He shuts himself away in his room, finally letting the tears fall. 

His heart burns with grief as his body trembles. 

As a writer, he figures the only thing he can do is compose a letter of his feelings for you.

MC, My love, please return home as soon as you can. Are you safe? I think of you constantly. Your absence brings a great sadness over me that I haven’t felt in quite some time. Even as a well known author, my words alone cannot express how deeply I miss and care for you. I love you, MC. I long to feel the warmth of you by my side once more. -Simeon

💙Luke💙

They try to go easy on telling Luke the news of your disappearance. 

The young angel knew something was wrong when Simeon sat him down, a serious expression painted across his face. 

“W-What?! MC is gone?!” 

His heart is full of sadness and confusion, worried about where you could have possibly ran off to.

You wouldn’t just leave him without telling him where you were going, right?

He tries not to think about that. 

So he puts all his energy into baking. 

Desserts and pastries of all kinds line the kitchen tables and counters of Purgatory Hall. 

Barbatos walks into the kitchen to see flour and a variety of different colored icing all over. 

But there is Luke, frosting on his nose and tears in his eyes, baking away. 

“I-I have to make sure there’s plenty of desserts for them to eat when they return!”

Luke offers several pastries for Barbatos to take to the brothers. 

He doesn’t usually take kindly to them, but he knows they are working hard to find you.

He eventually slows down, growing tired from his baking frenzy. 

Simeon goes to check on him, and finds the little angel asleep at the table, his head cradled in his arms and surrounded by a mountain of cookies he just got done baking. 

He stirs a little when Simeon carries him to bed. 

“M-MC…” he whimpers. “They’ll come back, right?”

He’s half awake now, aware of Simeon tucking him into bed. 

The older angel gives him a sad smile. “Of course Luke, they love you so much. I know they’ll return home soon.”

Luke sniffs, a tear falling down his cheek as he begins to drift back to sleep. 

“I-I miss them…I want them to try all of my desserts…”

Simeon wipes away his tears, attempting to hold back his own.

Luke begins to snore softly, dreaming of baked goods and picnics where you are there to share them with.

🖤Solomon🖤

When you first go missing, Solomon is confused. 

You were just with him, where did you go? Is this some sort of joke?

His worry causes the demon brothers to panic. 

Solomon is never too bothered by anything. He’s seen a lot of things in his lifetime. 

But when you go missing suddenly with no explanation?

That’s something that terrifies him. 

He hears the news from the brothers that your pact is no longer active with them. 

That worries him even more. 

He immediately jumps into action.

He searches the location of where you were last seen and picks up on lingering traces of magic.

That's odd, he thinks. He was proud of how far you've come with your abilities as his apprentice, but he knew this magic was way too strong to be yours.

This was the work of someone much more powerful.

Nonetheless, a flutter of hope rises in his chest. He's one step closer to finding you.

He analyzes the magic, and comes to the conclusion that you were transported through time to a past version of the Devildom.

Once he connects all the dots, he uses Barbatos' power to find you.

Of course, it takes a few tries, but he finds you. 

He let's out a breath of relief as he gathers you into his arms, squeezing you tight.

You sob into his chest as he holds you.

His poor, adorable apprentice. Lost and confused.

"There there, MC. It's going to be alright. We'll get you home soon."

But now he’s stuck there too, with no way to contact the brothers or Diavolo to tell them of your location. 

He could, theoretically return but he wouldn't dare go back to the present without you by his side.

Lucifer about murdered him already, and you desperately needed his help.

He secretly couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone.

But this will be interesting, he thought.

Let's see how this plays out.

[undead-supernova]

High Tolerance Masterlist

pairings: modern!bestfriend!Eddie x bisexual!fem!reader

plot: you and Eddie decide to have a calm day before your Christmas party. and, for the first time since you met this year, you find clarity.

cw: cannabis consumption, nicotine indulgence, a dash of spice, gentle angst

wc: 3.2k

note: this is a one-off of my High Tolerance series, as well as my submission for @littlexdeaths's Christmas Event, choosing prompt 10: ghosts of Christmas past. I love you, Mari. Merry Chrysler <3

This is a Christmas present for one of my lovely best friends, @jo-harrington who has made a huge impact in my life, my heart, and my writing. Thank you for all the love you've shown me. I don't take any of it for granted.

“No, what I’m saying is that I think a man is lame if he won’t let a woman peg him.”

“That’s over dramatic.”

“What, you don’t agree with me?”

“No, I just think you’re simplifying it.”

“Are you saying that you wouldn’t let a woman peg you?”

“I didn’t say that.” 

“Ha!”

Eddie shook his head, carrying the last of the Kroger bags to your kitchen. “Listen, all I’m saying is that I don’t think you can judge someone like that. What if they’re straight?”

You took two of the heavier bags from him before placing them on the counter. “Well then I have more incentive to judge.” He rolled his eyes. “Would you go close the door?”

“You’re ruthless. Absolutely not,” he responded before doing exactly what you asked.

Eddie had been a big help, prepping for your Christmas party the following night as co-hosts. The decision on where to hold it was easy: your apartment was slightly bigger than his, not to mention Eddie was still figuring out how to decorate his new apartment.

Steve and Robin offered, but Eddie had been adamant that it was him and his Weirdo who would do the best job. The A-List guest list consisted of you two, Steve, Robin, Gareth, Grant, and Jeff. 

While you’d gone home to see your mom and sister for Thanksgiving, Eddie’s bandmates had surprised him with the news that they were officially planning to move to Atlanta after college graduation in May. Thus, you'd been left to your own devices until now.

Eddie had made the first few weeks of December as festive as possible, surprising you with peppermint hot chocolates and the worst Christmas movies you’d ever seen. You’d begged him for a classic, like Elf or It’s a Wonderful Life, but he’d strategically saved those for the week of Christmas itself. 

Without any explanation, Eddie pulled something out of his tote bag. It was a small box, wrapped in red and white striped wrapping paper with a ridiculously big bow on top.

You scowled at him. “Eddie. No.”

He grinned. “Yes.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Shaking your head, you stated, “We said no presents.”

An overdramatically apologetic expression filled his face. “My fingers crossed unexpectedly when we said that.”

“That’s very convenient.”

“I thought so, too.”

He was insufferable.

You sighed, raising your hands. “Eddie, I can’t accept it.” Before you could think to move, he grabbed your hand and shoved it into your palm. “It’s already in your hand.”

Groaning, you conceded. “Fine! Fine.”

“Yes!” he exclaimed before shoving his hands behind his back, failing to hide his smile.

Rolling your eyes, you tore the paper and delved inside.

“It’s…oil,” you stated.

Eddie raised his pointer finger, catching your attention. “A very specific kind of oil. Delta-8.”

“Did you give me drugs for Christmas?” you asked.

“There’s no better time.” He wasn’t wrong. “Besides, you’re making that beer cheese and I thought it’d go great.”

“That’s perfect, actually,” you said seriously. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

“You know, I have a secret.”

Pages ripped from your latest notebook rested in your pocket. Actually, they weren’t exactly restful. They felt quite restless, burning a hole in your pants and your mind. The ink clogged your throat, the words swirling together in your head, preventing any clarity from forming. 

“Which is?”

Here this guy was, your certified best friend standing beside you after a year and a half of silence. His presence in your life came with open arms and a struggle for pure vulnerability. You’d had your moments over the last seven months, what with your pasts coming up and all of the memories that felt like stories the moment they were shared. 

Give it to him, you thought. Come on, do it.

“I actually had all of my toes crossed when we said no presents,” you said finally, fingers reaching toward your back pocket. 

His eyebrows lifted. “That’s very convenient.”

“Yeah, I thought so, too.”

The pads of your fingertips grazed the paper gently before you reached around him to grab a tiny cardboard box resting on your kitchen table.

Coward.

“How did I not notice that?” he asked, taking it from you.

You shrugged. “I’m the master of disguise.”

“Clearly,” he muttered before opening the top of the box slowly. He made a show of it, closing one eye and trying to peer into the darkness. You giggled as soon as he saw what was inside.

“A joint, huh?” You nodded, biting your lip. “All for me?”

“All for you.”

He placed a hand on his chest, giving you a big smile. “That’s extremely heartfelt, sweetheart. Thank you.”

You tried to keep your smile from faltering, that note starting to singe your skin through the denim. 

Give it to him, you thought again. Do it. Do it now.

“Do you want some beer cheese?” you asked.

“Under one condition,” he said, holding up a finger. Your eyebrow quirked up. “You can’t down it like you did last time.”

You scoffed. “Oh, come on! That’s not fair!”

“Those are the rules, Weirdo.”

“Ugh,” you grumbled. “Fine. Come on.”

Eddie had been shocked when you picked him up. Your face was nearly bare, wearing neutral eye shadow fading into a charcoal gray with thin-winged eyeliner and maroon lipstick. It was the first time he’d seen you without eyes completely coated in darkness. 

It was startling.

You were dazzling.

Donning a black turtleneck, jeans, and combat boots, you flitted around your kitchen as you measured how much oil you’d pour into the cheese. 

And, okay. Eddie didn’t mean to look at your ass. Scouts honor. However, you bent down to grab a pot from your cabinet and he couldn’t help but look. He could admire how well your jeans fit you, couldn't he?

In the midst of his perusing, he noticed paper in your back right pocket. He found it curious. It couldn’t have been your grocery list—you’d used your Notes app for that. What were you hiding?

“When do the boys come in?” you asked.

Eddie blinked, tearing his eyes away just in time to meet yours. “Oh, the band?” You nodded before turning the burner on low. “Uh, yeah. They come in at nine-thirty tomorrow.”

“And you’re sure you wanna sleep over tonight?”

He shrugged. “Only if you want to.”

“We’ll see if I get sick of you by then.”

Eddie snorted before moving past you to grab some Pringles from your cabinet. “After my killer present? Nah, I don’t think so, sweetheart.”

“Don’t sweetheart me, mister,” you said playfully before gasping. He jumped back just in time as you thrusted a cheese-covered wooden spoon in his direction. “Damn, Eddie, get your own Pringles! Those are for the party!”

He moved to the back corner of the kitchen, quickly shoving a Pringle in his mouth. As he held the can like it was the Ark of the Covenant, he grinned at you before giving a chip a rather loud crunch.

“That fucking does it!” you exclaimed, leaping towards him.

The two of you fought to claim the Pringles can for yourselves. Eddie couldn’t help but giggle the entire time, loving each touch you shared, even if it was so you could hit him. 

He was grateful he’d met you. There was something extraordinary about the way you fell into each other, effortless in nature. The hesitation you once held with one another had dethawed, replaced with a promise that you’d catch each other when you fell. Even now, after you nearly slipped onto the floor.

Eddie caught you, arm scooping under your waist just in time before your head met the tile.

Maybe there was a time and a place to say how he felt. Maybe it could be today or tomorrow after the party. Christmas morning or New Year’s Eve. But when he gazed into your bewildered eyes, he reflected on everything you’d opened up to him about over the last seven months. The pain, the betrayal. You needed a friend, not another messy situation that would ultimately hurt you. 

So, for now, he focused on the here and now. And by the end of the night, he’d solve the case of the mysterious note.

The south didn’t do snow. 

It was a made up concept, some nearly forgotten folklore created when a hint of ice formed along mountainsides and frozen faucets. When it came to winter, the grass resembled wheat and the spindly trees towered above the cities. 

And there you were with Eddie, out on your tiny balcony as you had your nightly cigarette and waited for spiked cheese to kick in.

Eddie had been rambling about a few lines of his latest song that he couldn’t quite make right, needing a better word than beaming that still held two syllables.

You’d stared out at the street, but something happened the moment you looked back at him. He was leaning against the railing, going back and forth from placing his unlit cigarette between his teeth and removing it so he could talk. Your gaze fell to his lips, watching his constant back and forth.

For a moment, perhaps in a trick of the light, an image flashed in your mind. Eddie on his knees, hands curling around your thick thighs, smirking up at you with a look of mischief. His eyes, alight with darkness that swirled into something magnificent before dipping his head under your skirt and pressing a kiss against your— 

Then it was gone, replaced with Eddie’s final attempt to put the cigarette between his teeth and light the damn thing. The second he let out his first wave of smoke, you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

Because you were starting to think about his mouth around something else.

“Flaring?” he pondered, taking another thoughtful drag. 

The chill of forty degree weather did nothing to stop the fire rushing to your core. His unoccupied hand bounced along the railing as he thought. There was a crude kind of desire in you to grab it and place it against the ache, relieving the tension that was starting to twist inside you.

“Flooding?” 

The wetness sat in your underwear, diabolically abandoned by the man in front of you who continued rambling on. The wind rustled his hair, sending wisps into his mouth that he had to pull away. Why weren’t your fingers tugging at the strands, claiming his lips with your own?

Your impulse control felt, well, out of control. 

“Surging?”

The racing of your heart was made worse the harder you pulled on that cigarette, the clouds you created only growing. But there was an emotion billowing in that smoke, signaling to you that something had shifted.

You had shifted, as quickly as the season. 

Seven months. Three seasons.

Not nearly enough time to catch your bearings or build a stable foundation. However, you were starting to notice more and more that there was something else hiding behind every sleepover and good morning text. 

This was an awakening.

An awakening that was surely going to ruin everything.

But when he asked what you thought of blazing instead of beaming, your heart fluttered and you answered without hesitation, “It’s perfect.”

Eddie watched with amusement as you floundered over the kitchen table like a fish, definitely feeling the effects of the beer cheese. You were starting to look like an inflatable balloon man on his final wave.

“We…” you trailed, holding up your pointer finger. “Weeee need to put up decorations.”

He laughed, leaning over to boop you on the nose. “Yooou need a timeout, Weirdo.”

You let out a sound resembling a growl. “Noooo.”

“Did you just growl at me?” he asked.

Shrugging, you poked him repeatedly before letting out another growl. “Bark, bark,” you said, lowering the pitch of your voice. “Hiss, hiss.”

“You’re fucked, sweetheart,” he commented, grabbing your finger and placing it back on the table.

Your eyes widened slightly before you snorted and waved your hand around. “Get your head out of the gutter, Munson.”

Before he could respond, your fingers were moving back to him, snatching his hand and holding it firmly. Seemingly without thought, you brought it up to your mouth and pretended to bite him. Eddie tried to yank it back, but you were surprisingly strong, lips hovering over his skin.

In a quick flicker, Eddie found himself lost in an image of your teeth clamping down on his throat, wrists caught in your grasp as you pinned him to your bed. You, grinding your hips against his in a frenzy, chasing friction as he bucked in an attempt to reach the same release. 

What he wouldn’t give for you to draw blood.

“Oh, so now you’re a vampire?” he asked with a cough, trying not to let the pink meet his cheeks. Or his poor dick.  

Without a word, you gave him a smirk and bit him.

Eddie jumped with a yelp, almost knocking his chair over if it hadn’t been for your death grip.

You let out one of the loudest guffaws he’d ever heard, warming his heart as he settled back into his wobbly chair. He couldn’t help but laugh along, but he unfortunately couldn’t keep his cock from getting hard.

What was it about you that drove him fucking insane?

“You’re so easy to freak out,” you said with a toothy smile, running your thumb over the bite mark you’d left behind.

Or just easy to turn on, he thought.

In the minutes that passed, you sat in silence, mutually gentle as you enjoyed your shared high. He studied your mark on him, the curve of each individual tooth imprinted on the skin between his thumb and pointer finger. If only he could keep it from returning to normal. 

If only he could tell you how he felt.

“You’re holding my hand,” he observed quietly.

“Oh! Sorry,” you replied softly. But you didn’t release your grasp.

Eddie chuckled, face growing hot as he tried his hand at bravery. “You’re all good. It’s cute.”

“Cute?” you asked, lifting your head from the table. 

He shrugged. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

“I like your hand. It’s warm,” you mumbled. Your tracing became languid, slow and gentle.

“Yeah?” His breath was starting to go ragged, entirely blown away by your forward nature. Of course, he knew it was because of the weed. That’s all it was to you. But, to him, it meant everything. He never wanted you to stop.

You nodded. “Yeah. It feels really nice. Softer than I expected.”

Then a thought bloomed.

“Can I ask you a very stupid question?”

“Always.”

The knuckles on his unoccupied hand drummed against the table as he asked, “What’s in your back pocket?”

Your head snapped up. “Eddie…”

“Is it bad?” You avoided his gaze. “You’re making it sound like a ransom note or nuclear codes.”

“No, that’s not…” you trailed before sighing. “That’s not it.”

Eddie watched as you deflated, shoulders hunching forward. What was going on?

“Then what is it?”

You barely gave him a glance before averting your gaze again. “I wrote you a note but I’m too scared to give it to you.”

“Why?”

“It’s cheesy.” Your hand retreated from his, leaving his palm to freeze instantly. “But sometimes if I’m not sure what to do for presents, I like to write notes. It’s just, after a while, I decided not to give it to you.”

“You could read it to me.”

Scoffing, your tone grew sarcastic. “Read it? Right. Sure.”

“Come on, Weirdo.” You bit your lip. “Do it for the spirit of Christmas.”

“Absolutely not.”

“If not for Santa, then for me.”

That’s when he finally found your eyes, pooling with indecision. 

Without a word, you stood up and pulled the paper out of your back pocket.

“Eddie,” you started, sending flutters to his chest immediately. “I know that we haven’t been friends for a year yet, but you’re probably the best friend I’ve ever had.” He watched you take a deep breath, desperate to see what was settling in your eyes. “I don’t say this to put pressure on you, but to tell you that your…” another deep breath, “friendship has changed my life.”

Your glossy eyes lifted. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I can’t finish this,” you replied. 

Eddie felt his heart crumble the second you crushed the paper between your fingers. He jumped up immediately, quick to try and grab the note. 

“Hey, don’t do that,” he whispered, shaking his head. You took a step back, mirroring his action. “Come on, it’s not stupid. I wanna know what else you have to say.”

“It’s cheesy.”

“It’s genuine.”

He went to take it again, but you moved your hand away.

“It’s unoriginal.”

“It’s authentic.”

One more attempt at snagging the note resulted in you taking three steps back. “I hate Christmas,” you whispered. Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie found your hands shaking. “I can’t control the passage of time and whether you’re going to be here next year or not. What if I give this to you and then in six months you realize how stupid I am and you just go?”

He said your name gently, but you shook your head.

“I can see it now, you know? You’ll find the note lodged in some pocket somewhere and wonder how it got there. And you’ll be so livid that you’ll go and set it on fire and light your cigarette with the flame.”

Before you could continue your dark forebodings, Eddie fingers wrapped around your trembling, tight-knuckled fist. The contact set him ablaze as he felt the tension build. Here you two were, connected by a bittersweet tug of war.

“Hey,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. But how could he? You were searching his eyes, crestfallen and confused. He could say the same for himself. “I know it sucks to open up to people you don’t know are gonna stay.”

He heard the catch in your breath before tears fell down your cheeks.

“I’m here to stay,” he said, more confident now. “You’re not sick of me yet, are you?”

You suddenly chuckled, shaking your head as you wiped your tears away. “Anything but.”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about, okay?” You nodded, tucking your crimson lips inward, disappearing into your mouth as if you were ridding yourself of speech for his sake. “Let this Christmas be this Christmas.”

“Okay.”

“And then we’ll get super cross-faded tomorrow night and then we’ll get cross-faded on New Year’s—” A watery laugh rippled through you, piercing the air and his heart. Finally, his favorite sound. “Then we’ll just keep going and figure shit out along the way. Sound cool?”

“Yeah. Sounds cool.”

Eddie didn’t know what to do next, refusing to think before he enveloped you in a tight hug. Your arms quickly squeezed him back, exchanging heartbeats under thick sweaters.

“You know what?” Eddie asked, resting his chin on your head. “I think you’ve earned a good holiday movie.”

“Which is?” you asked, voice muffled in his shirt.

The edges of Eddie’s lips quirked up as he said, “When Harry Met Sally.”

[shysuccubusstuff]

Xavier meeting the real you pt. 2

Content: Non proof-reader + fluff.

Note: Thanks to those that enjoyed part one, I hope everyone had a good Saint Valentine's day a few days ago. Do you want me to make it a series? I don't know how long it would take though :(( Uni is so tiring...

By the time you woke up, the sun was already entering through your window, with you lazily getting out of bed as you blamed your own self for not closing the lids correctly. As you made your way through your house, you suddenly realised something.

Xavier was still there! The gorgeous boy with the silver hair was still in your living room, with his whole body lied on the couch as his hair glistened because of the soft sun rays that entered into the room. You started to tip toe, trying your best to avoid making any noise so he could take some more rest, after all, you were painfully aware of how much Xavier needed sleep, and the actual reason behind it. You were finally able to breath the second you entered the kitchen, closing the door and carrefully rummaging around the many cabinets, finally reaching the bag of small croissants you had bought a few days ago, then grabbing two glasses and pouring some orange juice on them.

"There, I guess that's enough for now..."

"What is?" Xavier appeared by the door, his voice still slightly raspy as he used one of his hands to rub his eyes, clearly he had just woken up from a deep and peaceful slumber. "You made breakfast... I'm sorry for not helping you, it seems I was way too tired yesterday." You nodded, smiling at him as you put the toasted croissants together with the glass of orange juice.

"It's ok! I know that cooking isn't-- I mean, I just assumed that most people aren't that good with cooking... Anyways, we should just dig in, better eat it while it's hot!" You rushed to the chair, sitting on it and starting to eat as fast as possible just so you could avoid any kind of question. At that time, you were still too focused on your plate to notice the expression on Xavier's face. If you had been able to see it, you would have noticed a complex swirl of emotions, it was confusion as to why would someone he had just met yesterday knew something like that. But if you had looked closer, you could easily tell that he was strangely attracted to you. He was completely aware that you were not her, but he was still able to see traces of you, from the way you spoke to him, to the content he had seen you enjoy, being able to hear how you kept watching those videos that you loved to send him. He ate your breakfast, silently enjoying it as he kept those thoughts to himself, seeing it as the result of just how much he missed "you".

But as the two of you became unable to find any type of clue to follow, Xavier became restless, with him spending less and less time asleep, reading as much as possible about the scientifical advances of your time. It was around this time that Xavier became unable to keep himself from seeing it.

The two of you had spent maybe over a month together, being only separated when you had to attend to your personal affairs or when he decided to go out and exercise as an attempt to keep himself entertained (and sane). So when he finally saw you entering your own house, face completely exhausted as you left the keys at the entrance, he was unable to stop himself from rushing towards you, after all, he knew exactly the kind of attitude you had when you were completely drained. So he helped you, taking off your coat and holding your hand as he guided you through your house, letting you sit on the couch as he took off your shoes, leaving them on the floor as he let you rest your head on his chest.

Despite the great treatment, you were clearly confused, after all, the game had made clear that none of the guys were actually interested in any other person apart from the MC, so of course this type of behaviour was... uncommon, to say the least. "Xavier, thank you, but I... I don't think this is appropiate, didn't you tell me that you had someone waiting for you? I wouldn't like having my boyfriend treat this nicely a woman who isn't even that close to him." You put your hand on his chest, pushing him a bit further in fear of him listening to your heart almost coming out of your chest. Just as you were about to get up to get something to snack on, Xavier holded you by your wrist, his hand barely using any force in fear of hurting you in any way.

"I wanted to speak about you of that." Xavier pulled from you, allowing you to sit to his side as he prepared himself. "We've been living for some time now, and despite I have tried to stop myself from thinking like that, I need to tell you something. I think I have a theory on why did I end up here." You opened your eyes, clearly surprised, as he didn't say anything to you even if you had asked him that same morning about any progress. "I know this may sound unrealistic, but I think I came because of you."

"What? That... that wouldn't make sense, right? I mean, we didn't know each other before--"

"That's not true, you don't have to keep it from me. I know it." Xavier got silent for a few seconds, taking a deep breath before speaking once more. "I... I've been keeping a close eye on you, and I just can't help seeing that you-... You are truly similar to her. You may have a different face from her, but everything else is the same, your birthday, the way you laugh, the type of food you enjoy, the activies you like... I know that you may think that this is just because I miss her, but I saw it since the beginning, this isn't a matter of confusion." Xavier raised his head, his eyes locking into yours and allowing you to notice the colour that had spread through his face, this simple gesture being enough to make you blush as well.

"I... I doubt that. I mean, she's--- she's much more confident than me. She's also much prettier, and well-- we are definitely not the same person, who would want to--?" Xavier stopped you, taking your hand on his own and locking his fingers with yours.

"Don't say that, you may doubt it, but I didn't like you based on something like your looks." Once again, Xavier stopped himself, having to stop himself so he could think for a few seconds. "... I'm pretty sure you know most, if not all, about me, I suppose you know about my real identity. What I mean to say is that I hope you know that evne if your appereance may change, I love your for who you are. I love the way you smile, and the way you love cooking together. I love doing nothing with you, being able to hold you without the feeling of being a liar is so new to me... But also the way you tease me, as well as how competitive you get while we play together..." Xavier once again smiled, his eyes glistening the way only someone in love could do it. "I know this is not the place I'm meant to be, but I want to be with you... The real you, not someone who is being held down by... whatever had control over us." Before you even noticed it, fat tears were rolling down your cheeks, your nose becoming as red as a tomato as you tried your best to stop your hiccups.

"I--- I was so afraid that you only loved me, I mean... her? I don't know! She's always so charming and-- well, I'm just not that great--" Xavier stopped you mid-sentence, his face suddenly getting closer as his lips left a soft kiss on your lips, separating as his eyes looked into yours.

"I've been wishing to do this for quite some time." Xavier smiled, hugging you as if he never planned on ever letting you go.

[yunhohours]

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✗ Pairing: tutor!yonghee x fem!reader

✗ Word count: 3.4k

✗ Warnings: college au, reader is a bit of a bitchy brat and yonghee humbles her <3, fooling around in an empty classroom, yonghee watches reader touch herself, fingering (f. receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected sex (be smart), reader cries a lil, very brief cockwarming at the end

✗ A/N: i started writing this in march of 2023 SFSDFSK. i have thought about what i would write many many times since but haven't actually finished writing it until now. tutor!yonghee is lethal for me personally 😵‍💫

Yonghee is already waiting for you when you walk into the empty classroom. As usual, he looks gorgeous. You roll your eyes. When your professor “suggested”–more like ordered–you to allow Yonghee to tutor you, you were expecting to meet with your typical math-brained nerd. Someone that would be so unremarkable that you’d simply have to focus on your studies in order to not go crazy from restlessness. Yet here you are, meeting with the man that has been making frequent visits to your fantasies, uninvited but annoyingly welcome.

You step past the doorway and Yonghee seems to hear you, lifting his head from his book, soft dark brown hair swishing with the movement. You offer him a closed lip smile as you take another step into the room and then he’s standing and you wish he wasn’t. He’s wearing light wash jeans and a black sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. You’re not sure why such a basic looking outfit makes drool pool in your mouth, but it seems to be an effect of his that you’ll never be immune to.

Too busy ogling him to question why he stood in the first place, you hesitate when he clears his throat, your eyes refocusing back to reality. He’s pointing at the door behind you, eyebrow raised. “Lock.” Not a verb, a noun. He needs the lock in place. You sigh. 

You should be used to this by now. You pushed your luck a few too many times at the beginning of your sessions with him, your friends showing up to distract you and frustrate him. He won’t be taking that chance anymore. Now you have to have your sessions in a locked classroom and that feels a little bit too much like incarceration to you when you’d rather be doing literally anything else.

You turn, step forward, lock the door. You smile at him again when you turn back to him but it’s clearly sarcastic this time and it only makes him smirk. He’s very aware that you don’t enjoy this and if he didn’t find a way to enjoy that, he’d be just as miserable as you. He sits down, letting his back rest against the back of the chair, arms crossed. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to sit down too so you can get started. 

You make your way to the empty chair next to him and take a seat, pulling your textbook and other necessary supplies from your bag. You’d also like to get this over with as soon as possible.

“How was your day?” Yonghee asks to fill the silence as he leafs through his papers, reminding himself of where you left off. “Fine,” you mumble, not bothering to give him extra details when you two do not have the kind of relationship that would imply he cares.

So it surprises you a little when he stops what he’s doing and flicks his gaze to you, head tilting slightly in curiosity. “That’s okay. You don’t have to tell me more than you want to.” He clears his throat and motions to his book, signaling the page he’d like you to turn to.

You flip to the correct page and lean your head in your hand, elbow resting atop the desk that spans from one side of the room to another. Yonghee is already talking, summarizing what you learned during your last session, his eyes flitting between textbook and notebook. You know you shouldn’t be zoning out so soon, but you can’t help but just admire him. You’re not used to seeing someone this beautiful up close. Sure, you’ve seen a lot of guys–hot ones, even–much closer than Yonghee, but none of them could hold a candle to him. He has this natural charm and beauty that would stop anyone in their tracks. The small mole just beneath his eye conducts hypnosis on you every time you meet.

“Y/n? Are you listening?”

“Not really.”

Yonghee wasn’t expecting you to answer honestly. “And why aren’t you?”

“I’m looking at you. You’re distracting.”

You can’t help but notice how the corner of Yonghee’s lips pulls into a small smirk before he forces it off his face. He hums. “I understand, but you’ve got an exam coming up in a few days. You need to focus.” He pauses, eyes settling on yours. He looks a little bit stern and that makes your stomach churn. “Can you do that?”

You have to stop yourself from saying yes right away. Something about the way he’s looking at you makes you want to do whatever he says, but you can’t relent to him so easily. That’s against everything you stand for. And, really, you can’t say you can focus with confidence. You’re more confident that you’ll get distracted again than anything else. “I’ll try.”

Yonghee smiles and it looks genuine. “Good. Thank you.”

You do a much better job of concentrating than you expected from yourself. For about fifteen minutes, anyway. But as time goes on and Yonghee is showing signs of his own fatigue, your eyes are glued to him again. You watch as he pushes his hand back through his hair from time to time. You watch as he takes frequent sips from his water bottle, his adam’s apple calling the attention of your eyes as it bobs. You listen as his soft voice gets tired from so much talking, a low rasp accenting his speech. You follow his fingers as they glide across the pages to emphasize what he’s referencing, trying so hard not to imagine them doing other things instead.

“Y/n.”

“Hmm?” You’re not even cognizant of the fact that he’s speaking to you or that you’ve answered him. Your eyes are trained on the pencil he’s twirling in his hand furthest from you. It stops suddenly.

“What’s with you today? You didn’t even notice that I haven’t said anything for the last two minutes.”

You pry your eyes away from his hand and search for his eyes instead. You need to know how much he knows about where your mind has been. You’re hoping the answer lies in his pupils. It doesn’t, but his gaze is full of intrigue. You hadn’t expected that. You had expected annoyance.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” You regret swearing in front of him for a moment, and then you don’t. You never change who you are or how you talk for anyone. Why now?

He doesn’t say anything. You get the feeling that he’s waiting for more of an explanation than an apology and you groan. “My mind is just so not in it today. I’m so fucking distracted.”

“I see.” His voice is laced with sudden understanding in just two words. You turn back to your books to pretend he’s not still staring at you. You don’t like being under his gaze when you’ve been wasting his time–intentional or not.

“Come here.”

If you were already still before, you’re stone now. Your pencil falls from your hand, bounces as it hits the desk, and rolls off. It feels like a perfect symbol for what your brain is experiencing at the moment. What did he just say?

You reluctantly meet his eyes again, but they’re the same. “What?”

Yonghee leans back in his chair, letting his thighs fall to the outer sides of the seat and gestures towards his lap with his gaze. His hands rest atop his thighs as if to say look, there’s room for you here. “Come here,” he repeats simply.

You’re fully convinced that you’re no longer just daydreaming. You must’ve fallen asleep during your lesson and now you’re just dreaming. Regular dreaming.

“Yonghee, I don’t understand–”

He turns your chair to face his and reaches for you, carefully letting his hands take hold of your waist. He pulls you off of your chair and into his lap, adjusting you for a moment until you’re in a comfortable position. Your cheeks are burning. This dream feels too real.

“Is this okay?” He asks, his gentle voice sounding even better up close. He searches your eyes for answers the way you did to him moments ago.

“Well, yeah, but I’m still confused.”

“Mm.” He nods his understanding, his hands linking together behind your back. “Let me tell you what I think we should do, okay?” He waits for you to nod before continuing. “I think it’s obvious to both of us why you’re distracted. You didn’t hesitate to spell it out for me earlier. It’s my job to make sure your lessons get absorbed properly, but I can’t do that when your pretty little brain keeps wandering, can I?” He waits for a shake of your head this time. “So, in order to make sure you can learn from me, I should take care of any obstacles that stop that from happening. Don’t you think?”

You chew on your lip, hands fidgeting between your bodies, twisting the hem of his shirt in your fists. How is he making you nervous? He’s supposed to be the loser here. You nod anyway.

Satisfied, Yonghee smiles and taps your lower back with his hands. “Good. Now turn around for me.”

What? Turn around? So he’s not going to kiss you?

Yonghee can tell you’re not exactly sure what he’s wanting from you, so he helps. He uses his–surprisingly strong–hands to reposition you until you’re sitting in his lap once again, but facing away from him this time. “There you go,” he praises. He lifts one of your legs until he can plant your foot on the desk. His other hand angles your other leg, bending it just enough so it’s not uncomfortable but you’re spread open enough for him.

Yonghee maneuvers his arms under yours, his fingers coming to play with the strings of your much-too-small sweatshorts. He doesn’t do anything, just plays. He lets his head lean against the side of yours, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “You can tell me if you get uncomfortable at any point, okay?”

Once you give him an affirmative nod, his hands glide down the insides of your thighs. They’re warm but your body responds as if they were cold–with a shiver. He kneads the flesh briefly before bringing his hands back up, one hand carefully pulling the crotch of your loose shorts to the side. You hear an incredulous puff of air leave him when he sees there are no panties underneath. 

His other hand finds your right one and guides it, following the same path along your thigh but finishing at your lower lips this time. “Show me how you touch yourself. Show me what you like.”

Your breath catches in your throat, your fingers flexing in the air just above your clit. You can’t help but feel that if this was anyone else, you would refuse, insisting they stop teasing you and touch you themselves. Instead, you lower your hand, wincing slightly when you find your clit more sensitive than you had expected so soon. You think you should say something, but you feel a little shy to speak all of a sudden, so you just slowly rub circles on your clit.

Yonghee hums as he watches your movements over your shoulder. He watches as your fingers move over the little bundle of nerves, gliding through your embarrassingly wet folds, prodding at your entrance but feeling too bashful to slide inside. As your fingers move back up towards your clit, Yonghee’s hand moves between your thighs.

“Since when are you so shy?” He asks lowly, his middle finger testing before sliding inside. You try to swallow down the soft moan of relief. “This is what you want, right?”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of agreement, instead just watching as his finger moves in and out of you slowly, your lips parted as your breathing gradually loses its natural rhythm. Yonghee’s free hand tenderly brushes away a stray strand of hair that falls in your face. He speaks near your ear, his ring finger joining his middle inside your warmth. “There you go. This is what you needed.”

Your fingers keep up the stimulation on your clit, your head falling back on Yonghee’s shoulder as your eyes close. It all feels so good. You would almost feel embarrassed by how wet you are if it didn’t feel so fucking good.

Yonghee presses a light kiss to the side of your face as your hips start moving against his hand, pulling a barely audible grunt out of him. The sound reverberates from your ear all the way down to your core, making you clench around his fingers. Yonghee chuckles quietly, his cheek sliding against yours affectionately. You’re getting overwhelmed quickly, breathing heavily and moaning with need.

Yonghee can sense it.

“Uh-uh,” he chides gently, stilling his fingers inside you as his other hand pulls your hand away from your clit. “Not yet, y/n.”

You sigh in frustration, trying to take things into your own hands as your hips chase his fingers. He tsks, pulling his fingers out of you altogether. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.” He warns, his voice still dripping with sweetness. He gives you a second to stop squirming, waiting for you to resign yourself. When you do, he chuckles again, his fingers finding their way back inside you. “See? It’s not so hard.”

“You’re such an ass,” you breathe out, the sound lacking any intimidation due to the clear arousal in your voice. You twitch as his fingers start moving again, his thumb resting against your clit. He curls his fingers, his other hand wrapped over the top of your thigh. Even without seeing him, you can sense his smugness.

“That’s not very nice, y/n,” he murmurs, punctuating his light scolding with a firm press on your clit. You moan out before you can muffle it, surely fueling his ego. You’re too sensitive from being so close to the edge minutes ago–you can’t afford to keep instigating him when you can’t even sit still in his lap. His fingers continue to stroke and rub you, his hand on your thigh keeping you stable enough as he picks up the pace.

It doesn’t take long before you’re getting close again, your wetness dripping down his fingers and onto his jeans. You hear your stifled moans as if listening from outside of yourself, eager to experience an orgasm at the hands of such a beautiful, frustrating man.

And then he stops, fingers slipping out of you, both hands proactively holding you in place by your hips. “Don’t even think about it.”

You groan but it turns into a whine–something you never do with a man. Your brows are knit together, pained. ‘Yonghee, what the fuck?” You hiss, your hips restless in his lap. Clearly he was right to expect their rebellion. “Why the fuck won’t you let me cum?”

He presses soothing kisses along your jawline. “Because, pretty,” he starts, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips in an effort to comfort your spasming body. “When I make you cum for me, I want it to be a good one.” His lips travel back up to your ear. “Be still for me for a second, okay?” A question, but not. An expectation.

With a huff, you silently agree, your eyes squeezing closed tighter as you summon patience. At least it sounds like he’s planning to let you cum at some point. Going home and taking care of it yourself would not sate you at this point. 

Yonghee’s hands move away from your hips and he shifts underneath you, your body freezing momentarily. This is new. You hear the sound of his zipper and you’d swear you started salivating in your mouth like a dog with its eyes set on a piece of raw meat. One of his hands glides up your arm, moving into your hair as you feel the tip of his cock teasing up and down your slit. “Now, you wanna cum for me, y/n?” 

You nod eagerly this time, your attitude replaced with the need to feel him inside you. You’re not going to do anything to deprive yourself of that. “God, please,” you groan, desperate to have the release he’s denied you.

You can feel him smirk against the side of your face, continuing to tease you with himself for a few more long, torturous moments. He palms the back of your skull, finally positioning himself at your entrance. “Let’s perform a little reset on that brain of yours, mm?” Without a moment of hesitation, he pushes himself into you, inching inside at a snail’s pace clearly designed to make you crazy. And boy does it fucking work.

Your walls pulse and flutter around his slow intrusion, your fingers grasping at the air. The moan that comes out of you is prolonged and desperate, mirroring his extended exhale of breath. Once fully seated inside you, he gives you a few moments to accept him before he starts moving, dragging his cock against your walls much too slowly for the pent-up ache you harbor. “Better?” You can’t tell if he’s genuinely asking, taunting you, or both.

“Yonghee, it’s not– I need–” You stutter, struggling to clearly communicate when you feel like your mind is blacking out.

“Hmm? What do you need, y/n?” He purrs, his hips moving somehow slower, if that’s even possible. You can feel tears pricking your eyes, a complex combination of frustration and arousal.

“Fuck, please,” you rasp, your throat constricting at the realization that your pleading is no more clear than before. He’s just going to keep fucking teasing me.

Thankfully, Yonghee seems to take pity on you. Maybe the strain in your voice was too much for him to ignore. His hands slide over the tops of your thighs, holding the plushness of your inner thighs open for him. He starts thrusting earnestly now, gradually but quickly picking up speed to give you the stimulation you seem to need from him. You’re choking back sobs, the pleasure of him fucking you after being denied orgasm overwhelming your senses and clouding your brain.

“Oh, y/n.” He sounds almost fond of you as he kisses away a few tears that have escaped your eyes. His hands tighten their grasp on your thighs, his cock pushing deeper, pulling a pitched-up moan out of your trembling body. “Let it all out for me.” The edge of arousal in his voice strikes a pleasured chord in you, the sound echoing on loop in your mind.

You’re writhing on his lap, your back arching off his chest as he pants against your ear, driving himself into you relentlessly without being harsh. Your thighs quake against his palms as you feel the all too familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm, a brief flicker of fear flashing through your mind. He wouldn’t dare deny me again. “Yonghee…” A plea.

“Shh.” His head dips, pressing featherlight kisses along your neck and shoulder. “Go ahead, y/n. Cum for me.”

If you weren’t already crying from the pleasure, you could cry from the relief. Your body relaxes at his reassurance before tensing, preparing for the wracking of ecstasy. You barely manage a gasp before your mouth opens wider in a silent moan, your body seemingly ceasing to function aside from tightening around Yonghee’s cock and coating it in your release. You can hear his approving hum as he feels you, hands massaging your thighs to help you through your orgasm. He keeps thrusting as you ride it out, only slowing when he feels you go pliant in his lap.

You’re catching your breath, trying to remember how to use your brain again when you realize that Yonghee has stopped moving. But he didn’t cum. You blink your eyes open, feeling a slight burn from the tears shed. You lift your head from his shoulder, looking down and around you only to find Yonghee flipping through pages of his textbook. “Yonghee?” You don’t think you need to explain what you’re asking. He’s smart.

He smiles, moving his eyes away from the book and back to yours. “What?” He asks, a playful lilt to his tone. You raise your brows, encouraging him to explain. “I did what I was supposed to do, didn’t I?”

You almost smack him, an intrigued smirk forming on your lips. “Really? So now I’m just supposed to get off you and go back to studying?”

“No.” He says, his hands returning to your thighs. “You’re going to sit right here and study.”

For good measure, he rocks his hips into yours, eliciting a small gasp from you. He winks, holding your pencil up for you to take. Oh, he’s deadly serious.

[butternutt613]

Here is a little snippet (actually the first chapter) of my WIP

When the Sun Found Me

It's focuses on a Modern!Ominis Gaunt with a really cute guide dog and is just over all really sweet and fluffy!! ~ 1,300 words

Here you go @bookie-bookdust and @ravenwind-75 I hope you enjoy!

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Science has always been Ominis’s least favorite subject. Not only were the practical labs difficult for a plethora of reasons, he also found the concepts hard to grasp.

Usually, Sebastian would be right there beside him, but the boy decided to move on to the more advanced courses their private school offered. Ominis couldn’t blame him. He wanted to get into biochemistry after high school, so he was in advanced physics this year.

Which is how Ominis found himself tucked into the far left table of Mr. Sharp's chemistry class at eight in the morning. Mari was curled up under his stool, her warm, pointed ear caught between his right forefinger and thumb. The soft fur felt familiar and comforting, grounding him in the room. The German shepherd had been with him for the past five years, diligently guiding him through life. She was his best friend aside from Sebastian and Anne.

Ominis had arrived in class far earlier than necessary. He wanted to get situated before class started. His laptop was set up in front of him, ready to dictate the lecture onto a document for him to review later.

He had his headphones in, listening to Fleetwood Mac, his chin resting on the heel of his left hand. His eyes were closed (not that it made any difference with his vision) but the music helped him relax before the long class. He was about to doze off when the hairs on the back of his neck prickled.

Someone was watching him.

He sat up straighter, the familiar flutter of unease settling in his chest. He fiddled with the cord of his headphones, pausing the song, and listened. Footsteps shuffled into the classroom, chatter filling the space. He could make out about five distinct footfalls. Four of them eventually settled into tables ahead of him, but the fifth kept approaching. Mari lifted her head toward the newcomer, sniffing curiously.

“Hi,” a voice rang out, light and unexpectedly cheerful. Ominis didn’t recognize the boy’s voice. “Can I sit here?”

Ominis tipped his head in the boy's direction, instinctively moving his hand to the top of Mari’s head. Her ears perked forward, attentive but relaxed, as if she didn’t sense any threat. He hesitated, then shrugged. “I suppose. It is a free country.”

The response was intentionally neutral, open for interpretation. He would never flat-out refuse someone, but he wasn’t about to openly agree to sit next to a stranger.

The boy took it as an invitation, and seconds later, Ominis heard the dull thud of a heavy book bag on the ground, followed by the scraping of the stool to his right as the boy settled down.

Mari huffed and shifted closer to Ominis, her muzzle resting on the toe of his shoe propped on the stool’s bar. He went back to resting his head on his hand, intending to ignore the boy as he turned his music back on. Fleetwood Mac had switched to “Black Dog” by Led Zeppelin.

“What are you listening to?” The boy asked, leaning in closer than Ominis expected. The sudden proximity startled him, and he instinctively shifted back, tightening his hold on Mari’s ear.

Instead of responding, he flipped his phone screen toward the boy, displaying the song title.

“Oh, I love them! I'm more of an AC/DC and Nirvana guy myself, but Led Zeppelin is a classic. You can't go wrong with them. I love the riffs; you can literally feel it in your bones,” the boy rambled, unbothered by Ominis’s silence.

Ominis’s brow furrowed slightly at the boy’s enthusiasm. People rarely spoke to him this openly, let alone with such eagerness. The boy’s energy reminded him of Sebastian’s, the same kind of restless liveliness he’d grown used to.

“I'm Ben, by the way.” The boy, Ben, introduced himself, his movement indicating he’d extended his hand.

“I’m Ominis, and this is Mari,” he replied politely, letting his guard drop a fraction. He reached out, but his hand missed slightly, brushing Ben’s wrist instead.

Ben didn’t falter, smoothly taking Ominis’s hand in his own in a firm handshake. “It’s nice to meet you both. She’s lovely. I have a goldendoodle at home, but I’ve always wanted a shepherd. Mom says they’re too hairy, plus Baba’s allergic to most animals. But he can never say no to Mom, which is why we have a cat he can't stand…”

Ben rambled on, bouncing from topic to topic, somehow managing to cover his family, his pets and even started on how his two younger sisters had started to be absolute terrors, now that they were three, in the few minutes before the bell.

Only when Mr. Sharp cleared his throat, did Ben fall silent. Ominis let out a quiet breath of relief, starting the dictation app on his laptop as Sharp launched into the syllabus and expectations for the year.

“The seat you have chosen is the one you will stay in for the semester,” Sharp announced, his voice sharp and no-nonsense. “I won't stand for any complaining or griping. You should have chosen better.”

Ominis felt his stomach drop slightly. The thought of sitting next to this talkative boy for an entire semester was daunting. He’d hoped to get through the year in silence. Still, he couldn’t deny a faint curiosity about Ben. His seemingly endless chatter was oddly comforting, a bit like background noise.

Mr. Sharp was probably the strictest of the teachers at their school. He did not tolerate any talking outside of the curriculum or misbehavior of any kind. It was safe to say that Sebastian got himself in quite a bit of trouble with him, landing a detention at least twice a month. Not as much as the idiotic Garreth Weasley but still. However, both had moved on to the advanced classes so this year should be relatively quiet.

“Psst.”

Ominis spoke too soon.

“Hey, Ominis,” Ben whispered, rather loudly, nudging his arm. “Can I borrow a pen?”

Ominis frowned, confused. Why was he asking the blind guy for a pen? Ominis didn’t use them, hence the laptop. But, of course, he did carry pens in his bag, Sebastian always forgot his. Not that Ben needed to know that.

“Don’t you have one?” Ominis whispered back, keeping his voice quieter than Ben’s.

“Yeah, but I can’t find it. I think it's-” Ben started.

“Excuse me, boys. Is there something you would like to share with the class?” Mr. Sharp’s stern voice cut him off, and Ominis felt his cheeks heat up as soft laughter rippled through the classroom. He was about to stammer an apology when Ben jumped in.

“No, sir. I’m very sorry; I was just asking Ominis here for a pen. I seemed to have misplaced mine.” Ben’s tone was polite, but Ominis caught a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“You are the new student, yes?” Sharp asked, and Ominis heard Ben nod beside him. “Hmm. See that you bring your own supplies tomorrow… and no more talking.”

“Of course, sir! It won’t happen again,” Ben replied cheerfully.

As Mr. Sharp continued discussing the year’s projects, Ominis felt Ben leaning toward him again, the slight shift in the air beside him signaling his approach.

Ominis turned his head in Ben’s direction, sighing.

“So, about that pen?”

Ominis rolled his eyes, letting out a huff in annoyance.

Ben was just like Sebastian.

He reached into his bag and handed the boy a pencil.

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[rubyuji]

Restless (Lee Chan) ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ☕️

“OK enough, as far as I know, you know way more about me than I do about you. So, tell me about yourself?” 𓂃 ࣪˖

Genre: Fluff (this is just the sweetest thing ever, I can’t)

AU: Nonidol!au, College!au

Pairing: Dino x afab!reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: After a week of traveling for school, Chan was ready to get home and crash onto his bed for the weekend. The problem? He was locked out for the night as his parents and younger brother had gone to visit their relatives on short notice, so he turned to his only option, you.

Note: Another recycled fic from my drafts that I never really finished ;; I’m popping out fics left and right atp but this one has a lack of proofreading and editing. Happy reading again guys, don’t forget to like + reblog!

Word Count: 2.8k

“Bye Ms Kim! Bye, everyone! It was so nice to be with you all in Japan, until our next competition. You all did well” Chan bowed toward his teachers and fellow students as he left the bus, bag slung over his shoulder.

Once he was on the pavement, Chan sighed and hastily walked into his building, ready to pass out on his bed. He clicks the elevator button to the floor he lives on while fidgeting with the new keychain he had bought as a souvenir. The ride was taking longer than usual for some reason.

When the elevator dinged, indicating that he had arrived, Chan eagerly stepped out and headed for the door of his family’s apartment. Instead of him being able to open it easily with the password, the lock buzzes and the sound causes Chan to frown in confusion. Did his family decide to change the house code while he was away?

As Chan was about to try one more time, his brother had texted him about how they had gone to see family and forgot he would arrive that day, adding that wouldn’t be back until the next morning.

Seeing this, Chan runs a hand through his hair and huffs. He was so ready to get the rest he badly needed until an idea came to mind.

Chan turns towards the apartment next to his family’s and grins, you were probably home, right? A girl who was his age, living independently next to his family, probably wouldn’t have many places to be, so he tried the last bit of his luck.

You hear your doorbell ring and wonder who would be at your door late into the evening. As per your paranoid self, you bring a knife to the door, being a girl and living alone with her cat wasn’t exactly the ideal situation to be in, especially at this hour.

You hesitantly peek into your peephole and your jaw falls slack as you struggle to open the door. What the hell was Chan doing at your doorstep? You thought his family would be at home like usual, the Lee family never really went anywhere and would often invite you over so this came as a surprise.

“Chan? That’s new, what brings you here?” You squint at the boy and he chuckles awkwardly, a hand scratching his cheek.

He had his backpack still on his back and a small stroller next to him, he looked like he had just come back from the airport. ‘Oh, I forgot he flew to Japan last week for a dance competition,’ you thought to yourself.

“My family forgot about me arriving today and left to go see my relatives without me, so uh, I had no other option? Unless you’re uncomfortable with me staying for a night, I can just call up one of my friends to let me crash at theirs” Chan cringed at his own words.

Seungkwan lived an hour outside the main city and Vernon lived in a one-bedroom apartment that barely had anything but a bed and a place for his pet iguana. Mingyu was at his sister’s place, and Soonyoung had gone with his family, the house already cramped enough with two grown kids and their parents. He genuinely had no other option.

“What? No, it’s fine. I’ve known you and your family since the day I moved in, it’s the least I can do since you guys have been nice to me. Now come in,” You moved aside so Chan could shuffle in, and in his head, he made a mental note to thank you later when he wasn’t as tired from the jet lag.

You helped him move his things into the guest room before getting him settled. He looked exhausted, and as much as your crush on the boy had started to take in how adorable he was, you couldn’t afford to scare him off when he seemed like he had no other place to go.

“You can use the shower, I have extra products for guests in the second drawer so you’re free to use that as you like. I was making dinner so you’re also welcome to join me in case you haven’t eaten yet. Make yourself at home,” You offered Chan a shy smile and the boy felt his heart skip a beat. Have you always been that pretty?

Chan snapped himself out of his daze and nodded before smiling back at you. “Thanks, I seriously owe you a lot for letting me stay the night. I’m sorry for coming up on short notice,” he says bashfully. You were very kind and the fact that you even offered him dinner was crazy enough as it is.

“Hey, it’s no biggie. I don’t have guests over that often so it’s nice to have someone around now and then. Call this our first unofficial sleepover if you will,” You laugh and Chan can’t help but feel flustered around you. You were so calm despite everything, it was almost impressive to him.

You put your hands together and excuse yourself, making Chan stand up and smile at you once more before you leave the room.

“Towels are in that cabinet under the desk, I think you already have the password here since it’s just my cat’s name in lowercase letters,” Chan once again nods as he watches your figure disappear into the rest of the apartment.

The silence welcomes Chan as he turns to observe every inch of the room. It was very minimal with a simple white desk, a few pictures on display, and two candles off to the side. A white double-door closet stood at the opposite end of the bed, a plant in a gray pot right next to it.

A part of the wall had postcards from places he assumed you had gone to, as well as some awards from your school. It was nice how the room still had a few elements of you in it despite it being a guest room, he would’ve never known that you had topped your class or that you had been to France.

Grabbing a towel from the cabinet and some clothes from his bag, Chan then made his way over to your bathroom. As he was passing the kitchen, he saw your back and got a whiff of whatever you were making for dinner. It smelled like meat and ramyeon, something he had missed dearly during his entire trip to Japan.

Chan enters the bathroom quietly to avoid distracting you and looks at how organized everything is, noting that the room itself is also well-lit.

‘Maybe I should take a selfie in here later,’ he thought while checking himself in the mirror, only to grimace at his appearance shortly after. He looked beat despite the flight only being three hours.

You hear the shower turn on from the outside and continue to finish up plating the food, your cat rubbing herself against you as you bend down to pet her.

“It’s a bit weird, but you don’t mind having him around right?” Luna meows as if saying ‘Not at all’ and you chuckle.

“Well Luna, you already know how much I talk about him and it’s no surprise,” you tell your cat in a whisper. The shower halts and you bring the food to the coffee table in front of your TV, turning Netflix on while waiting for Chan.

“Oh, no way! Ramyeon and meat? You made this for me?” You hear Chan say dramatically as he clutches his chest. The reaction causes you to laugh as the boy plops himself on the couch beside you.

Seeing Chan in your peripheral almost made you choke on your bowl because of how good he looked. He was wearing a white shirt and grey sweats, so simple yet he looked godly.

“Not for you but I made extra ok! Wash the dishes with me at least since you still are technically a guest,” you joke.

Chan hums without another word and that was when you choked on your food. Wow, it was that easy? You thought you were going crazy. He looks at you oddly and raises an eyebrow at you.

“Sorry, I was shocked at how you agreed so quickly,” Chan laughed at your words before taking in the last bit of food on his plate, collecting all the dishes once you leaned back on the couch and sighed in contentment.

“Y/n, you said you’d do the dishes with me!” Chan whined from the kitchen. After opening your eyes and huffing, you then make your way into the kitchen and see Chan’s back in front of the sink.

“I have a dishwasher by the way, we can just rinse these off and put them in,” you say as a matter of fact.

Chan turns toward you with a huff and watches you open the space beside him, seeing you put in the rest of the dishes and turning them on.

“Remind me never to do dishes over here ever again” Chan frowns, a pout set on his lips as you wipe your hands dry.

“I’m honestly way too bored to watch something right now, do you mind just chatting for a bit? I’m too full,” the two of you walk into the living room once again before the boy hums with a smile. You sit on the couch and throw a blanket over the two of you.

Chan shifts to make himself more comfortable, suddenly noticing a very obvious lump under the blanket that slowly starts making its way toward you. “Luna, what did I say about hiding under the blanket? You’re so naughty.”

Grabbing your cat from under the covers, you then put her on top of your lap, her blue eyes staring straight into Chan’s soul. “Does she always stare? Her eyes are very, blue. It’s like she’s staring straight through me” he says, and takes a closer look at your cat.

“Sorry about her, I haven’t had anyone over in weeks so Luna’s fascinated by a new presence at the house” You giggle while petting her. Chan feels his heart do flips, seeing you in your most natural state made him fall for you just a tad bit more if that was even possible.

“Anyway, where have you been? Your parents told me you were in Japan or something. How was it there?” You grin.

You had been to Japan quite a few times, from what Chan could tell. If he could vaguely remember, one of the postcards in your room said Osaka and Kyoto, even Kobe.

“Ah yeah, we had our most recent competition there, it was great. A lot of sightseeing and whatnot for the most, I wish I went outside of Tokyo but we couldn’t leave so I had to settle with just exploring the city,” Chan breathes out, recalling the memories he made with his friends Yeonjun and Changbin.

“That sounds so cool! I’ve been to Tokyo loads of times and honestly, city life is way too busy for me. I think visiting the more provincial areas is great if you want the feeling of peace.” Chan noticed a bit of a distant look in your eyes and wondered if you were thinking about your memories in Japan as well.

Luna suddenly meows and jumps onto Chan’s lap, causing the two of you to jolt up out of surprise. “Huh, she’s usually weary of everyone. This is a first for her,” you say with a soft smile.

Chan pets Luna with a soft smile on his face, the image making your heart flutter. It was impossible to contain your crush on the male any longer after everything that happened, hell, even your cat liked him as much as you did.

“Well, hi there Luna. You’re adorable and look just like your owner. Y/n, you legitimately like your cat, she’s like a mini clone of yours.” Your cheeks heat up at Chan’s stare, the male looking between you and the cat as his eyes linger a bit too long on you.

“OK enough, as far as I know, you know way more about me than I do about you. So, tell me about yourself?” Chan says after a minute of silence.

You jolt at his voice and look at him with an awkward smile. There wasn’t much to say about yourself if you were being honest, you couldn’t gauge anything interesting enough to tell the boy.

“I can’t think of anything, I’m a pretty boring person,” Chan frowns at your words. Boring? That didn’t seem right to him, there was probably more to you than you think, he just had to get it out of you somehow.

“Are you sure? Y/n, you’ve gone to Japan and a lot of other countries, judging from your guest bedroom alone, and I think that’s interesting enough as it is.” You blush at Chan’s words, this was the first time someone had ever asked about you, and you felt grateful towards him.

“Thank you, Chan, that’s honestly super sweet of you to say. I just traveled a lot from a young age since I was offered the opportunity to, but for now, I’m just taking a break from it all. Moving to different places in such a fast-paced environment becomes exhausting once you get older,” You play with your hands and recall every single place you’ve been to.

Traveling and moving was all you had ever known since early childhood, due to your parents moving around a lot because of their jobs and because they were always just super busy people in general. One day, you just got so used to all of it that settling down for the first time in college felt foreign to you.

“That’s honestly really cool, I’ve only ever known the practice room and the music so dancing is like my version of that. Now that I was offered the opportunity to travel, I didn’t realize it would be so overwhelming, especially as a first-timer.” Chan smiles comfortingly.

He truly admired you a lot. After getting a feel of what your life was like, before settling down into one place, he was intrigued by your way of life. How things worked after you had gotten used to it all, and how you coped with the amount of change you were faced with.

“I guess we still do have quite a lot to learn from each other then. You have a lot to tell me, and I think that’s very clear based on our current ordeal.” Chan laughs.

You shrug your shoulders and throw him a sheepish smile. No one had ever been curious about you, or how you lived your life, unlike how Chan did. It felt refreshing to be able to share your life experiences and what you had gone through with someone who listened.

Sure, you did have your friends who were also curious about you, and that's how your friendships even came to be, but Chan was different.

You always thought you’d only have a few chance encounters with the boy next door, but you never thought you’d have him sitting beside you on your couch as you go over your life with him.

“I never really got the chance to talk about my life as much, but you were willing to listen to me like it was nothing. If I continue yapping though, we’d take forever and I don’t want to keep you up any longer since you are still tired from your flight,” You say, and look at Chan beside you.

A pout stays on his face, but he had totally forgotten about the jet lag and how badly he wanted to just pass out after spending time with you.

Chan truly couldn’t get enough of you, and he starts to feel a crush blooming in his chest, not like he had one already, he just never acted on his feelings towards you.

“Don’t be like that, I live next door so you’re technically welcome to come over anytime. Now go on, I’ll let you rest up. I’ll be in my room if you need me ok? Goodnight Chan,” You tilt your head a bit as you greet him goodnight, and Chan swears he felt his heart melt right at that very moment. It didn't help that your adorable cat was rubbed up against your leg too.

“I will, thanks again for letting me stay Y/n. Goodnight, sleep well,” Chan breathes out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. You grin and turn in the direction of your room, Luna following closely behind you.

Chan was restless when he came but with your presence alone, it seems like he could stay up for a whole week if he could.

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[sweet-villain]

Cause I Believe ~2~ Older Eddie Munson

Part one

Summary: You keep trying to Eddie to let you in but he's fighting it.

The walls trembled as laughter spilled from Eddie's apartment. Another weekend, another girl.

You leaned against the cool, chipped wood of the front door, fingers drumming on your thighs. Scrunching up your nose in disgust hearing them moan and giggling of the girl. You hear her moan Eddie's name and it send a vile taste in your mouth.

You turned on your own music tuning it out, closing your eyes as y ou grit your teeth in fustration.The thrum of bass flooded your ears, a desperate attempt to drown out the sounds next door. You shuffled through the last items to unpack.

You kicked the empty box away with your foot like it was something that bothered you most when it was the noise, he, Eddie was making with the unknown girl he brought home. A loud crash echoed through the thin walls, followed by peals of laughter. You pinched the bridge of your nose, breathed in deep, and exhaled slowly, letting the momentary irritation fade.

God, he was annoying. The sound of a door slamming jolted you from your thoughts. You glanced at the clock. Eight-oh-two. The weekends had taken on a rhythm that left you feeling restless. Each Saturday followed the same cruel pattern: laughter, moans and unspoken words. When was she going to leave?

The front door to Eddie’s apartment swung open, and a shrill giggle spilled into the hallway. The girl stepped out, tousled hair framing her face, eyes sparkling like she just conquered the world. Eddie leaned against the doorframe, arms across his chest when he noticed you stepping out with a bag of garbage in your hands staring at him in the most disgusting way.

“What’s wrong? Jealous?” His crooked grin pushed the fluttering ivy of irritation deeper.

You rolled your eyes, flicking the bag’s handle to mask your discomfort. “Hardly. I was just—”

" Just what? Listening to the sounds that you wish you could make"? Eddie chuckled. You clenched your jaw, fingers tightening around the garbage bag. “You’re not as clever as you think.”

“I’m not trying to be clever, just… observant.”

The girl brushed past you without a second glance, her laughter echoing as she waved Eddie goodbye. Eddie was too busy staring at you to notice she left. You tossed the garbage bag into the bin with a thud, the bag bursting slightly at the bottom. Candy wrappers tumbled out, a riot of colors catching the dim hallway light. You turned away, hoping the distraction would shield you from his gaz.

" Too much candy isn't good for you, kid" he mumbles. You shot him a glance over your shoulder, brow raised. “Says the guy who spends every weekend carting home a different girl. Maybe you should try giving out some candy instead.”

His grin widened. “Maybe I will. You’ve got more to spare?"

You shifted your weight, crossing your arms. The weight of his gaze felt almost tangible, pressing against your skin. “I’ve got better things to do than play games.”

Eddie pushed off the doorframe, stepping just a bit closer, he smelled like sex, mixed with cigarette smoke.

" I told you, kid." “You gotta stop calling me that,” you shot back, heat creeping into your cheeks.

" You're much younger than I am, pretty girl. You have so much to learn" He patted your head like you were some dog. You swatted his hand away, your pulse quickening. “Stop it. You don’t get to act like my big brother, Eddie.”

“Touchy, touchy.” He leaned back, crossing his arms again, a playful spark dancing in eyes.

" Just keep it down, next time. Some of us have real jobs, you know?" Eddie leaned closer, his expression shifting from playful to something more serious, the laughter fading.

“Real jobs? You mean slinging burgers at that diner? Sounds thrilling.” He raised an eyebrow, a teasing glimmer in his gaze. " I'm sure Harrington's more than happy to have you at his tail" Eddie rolls his eyes."Look, I'm just trying to make ends meet," you shot back, frustration bubbling beneath your skin. “Not everyone can flirt their way through life.”

His laughter echoed down the hallway. “Flirt? Is that what you think I do?” He took a step towards you. " For the record, sweetheart. I perform Friday nights and have a job at a record store." You snorted, arms folding tighter across your chest. “Sure, that makes you a real catch.”

“Aw, come on,” he leaned against the wall again, arms folding across his chest, a playful smirk still tugging at the corners

"You should come by, you need to brush up on a new record." The smirk, all cocky and charming, made your stomach churn.

“Why would I waste my time listening to your band?” You pushed off the wall. " Besides your voice is like chalkboard to my ears"

Eddie threw his head back, laughter spilling from his lips like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “You wound me!” He placed a hand over his heart, striking an exaggerated pose of faux despair.

“Please,” you rolled your eyes. " You're not really thinking one day you'll be a rockstar?" Eddie straightened up, a spark of mischief igniting in his eyes. “Why not? You should aim high, right? It’s either that or just fade into the background, like a sad, forgotten tune.”

" Not like anyone would sign you" Eddie feigned shock, placing a hand on his chest. “Ouch! Straight to the heart. You really know how to sting, don’t you?” His voice dripped with mock hurt.

“Just calling it how I see it.”

" You haven't even heard me play or sing, sweetheart. Unlike you, I have real talent" he flicked your nose as if it would hur you in some way. You flinched, swatting his hand away. “Stop that! I’m not your plaything.”

Eddie’s smirk faded slightly, a flicker of genuine interest crossing his face. “Okay, okay. No more flicks." He chukled. " God, you're such a kid." You stepped back, irritation simmering just below the surface. “I’m not a kid, Eddie. I’m just tired of seeing you treat people like they’re disposable.”

He frowned, " I'm not like that at all. People like me, I like to tease and flirt. That's how I live, and I'm not stupid as you think I am just becasue I'm older and I'm not the childish boy I used to be. But, you don't know me at all, kid."

The sharpness in your throat tightened, words tangled on your tongue. “Then maybe you should stop acting like a complete jerk and let people in.”

Eddie crossed his arms, a flash of hurt twinkling in his dark eyes. “Let people in? For what? So, they can hurt me over and over? I've dealt with more bullshit than you relizee" he ran his hand through his hair putting it in a messy bun for the first time you've seen him.

The way he pulled his hair back, with impatience woven into every tug, offered a glimpse of his vulnerability. You almost felt sympathy, but then his words sunk in, twisting the knot of irritation in your gut tighter.

“Hurt you?” you asked. He nods, " I know girls like you." The tension in the hallway thickened. Eddie’s gaze intensified, and you fought the urge to turn away, to shrink back. “Girls like me?”

“Yeah, the type that come in all bright-eyed and naïve, ready to conquere the world and think they know what they are doing. They want the knight and shining armor to sweep them off their feet." Your breath caught, a mix of indignation and confusion swirling within you. “You think I’m naïve?”

Eddie shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that only further fueled the fire igniting in your chest. “Not naïve, but you have had this look in your eyes like I'm going to flirt with you and claim you, but no I told you. I'm not going to fuck you."

His words hung between you, hard and unyielding. Each syllable felt like a punch, and you took a small step back, your heart thumping loudly in your chest.

“Do you even hear yourself?” You clenched your fists. He rolls his eyes, " I'm just telling you kid. Don't expect me to fuck you or have some sort of relationship you mustered up in that head of yours." Your pulse quickened, every fiber of your being screaming to retaliate. “What makes you think I’d even want that? You’re just—” you hesitated, struggling to find the words that captured the swirling frustration inside. “You’re an asshole!."

Eddie's laughter echoed down the hallway, vibrant and careless, almost like a shot of whiskey. His grin widened, making the dimples in his cheeks more pronounced. “An asshole? Wow, thanks for the compliment. You really know how to use your words. Again, you're just a kid tryign to make ends meet." A cold breeze drifted through the hallway, sending a chill dancing along your skin. You turned your eyes away from his mocking grin, knitting your eyebrows together as you fought to keep your composure.

“Whatever, Eddie. I’m not here to entertain you" Eddie straightened, brushing one hand through his hair, the confident facade momentarily faltering.

“Not entertaining? But here we are, having a little tea sesson or whatever this about how you can't handle this"

" This?" you asked. "This charade," he replied, waving a hand dismissively. “This back-and-forth banter like we’re in a sitcom. You’re just next door, new neighbor and trying to find your way. Then, you see this charming rockstar" he points to himself, " welcoming you and your head starts to roll in making day dreams about what if's." You shot him a look, fire sparking in your chest. “Right, because dreaming about a guy like you is totally realistic. As if.”

Eddie’s face darkened for a split second, and you could have sworn you saw the heat in his eyes, " Girls love me, everyone knows who I am in this town."

“Girls love the idea of you, Eddie. Not the actual you.” You pressed against the wall, trying to catch your breath, every heartbeat pulsing with urgency. “You’re just a broken record that can’t stop skipping.”

His smirk as he licks his lips, " My, my... such words for a little girl that just moved in with high hopes."

“You think that’s all I am?” You stood straighter, belligerence pooling in your veins. “A girl with high hopes?”

Eddie shrugged, a nonchalant tilt of his head betraying no doubt. “Always the same story with all these girl." Tension rippled between you, electric and unyielding. “Well, maybe I’m not a story you’ve heard before,” you shot back, biting down on the impulse to back down. “Maybe I’ve got something you’ll never understand."

He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, " Hm, don't try to play with me" he shook his head. " you don't want to dance your way in there, sweetheart." “I’m not here for your games, Eddie.” The words fell from your lips, stronger than you expected.

Eddie pressed himself agaisnt you. You can smell the cigarettes of him and the strands of hair falling into his eyes as he gazed down at you with a hard look.

What you saw in his eyes—an inexplicable mix of challenge and vulnerability—made your heart race. He felt the weight of your defiance, a taut string ready to snap.

He took a deep breathe, " Listen here. You don't need to get your head wrapped around too much about me." His voice dropped to a low murmur, each word heavy with intent. The soft glow of the hallway lights cast shadows on his features, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. Your heart hammered in your chest as you looked at him.

" Eddie.." Eddie's name slipped from your lips, a whisper laced with hesitation. He leaned in closer, the space between you charged with an electric tension. That familiar spark of annoyance mingled with something deeper, a blend of frustration and intrigue that twisted.

" Just don't, kid. For your own good." Eddie’s voice softened, each syllable laced with an urgency that tugged at your resolve. A mix of anger and confusion surged within you, battling against an inexplicable urge to step closer.

“I’m not a kid, Eddie,” you huffed.

" Then stop pretending you know things left and right" You squared your shoulders, standing your ground despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling around you. “I know more than you think, Eddie. Just because I’m not mired in your world doesn’t mean I’m blind or foolish.”

Eddie chuckled, " I'm just your neighbor kid. One day, I won't. I'll travel the world and you'll be still here..."

His words hung like a heavy fog, suffocating the energy between you. The casual dismissal stung more than you'd expected. You squared your shoulders, refusing to let his bravado slip into your skin.

“ You don't know what the future holds" Eddie's laughter danced through the air, but there was a flicker of defensiveness behind his grin. “Ah, the grand philosopher. You’re still living in this small-town bubble, hoping for more,” he sneered, shaking his head.

" Cute" he mumbles. “I’m not living in a bubble, Eddie. I just want more than this—more than the weekend noise, the empty conversations, and the cycle of girls walking in and out of your life like they’re merely a checklist,” you snapped.

He frowns as he leans in. You saw his jaw tightened.

The light from the hallway flickered, casting shifting shadows that danced around you both, the silence between words thickening with heat. Eddie’s expression shifted, the cocky bravado slipping just a fraction, revealing something deeper beneath.

“Checklist? Watch your mouth" he growled.His eyes darkened, narrowing with a flash of anger that took you by surprise. The tension crackled in the air, palpable and heavy. For a moment, you expected him to lash out. But, he looked down at your lips then your eyes as backed away.

There could be said there was sexual tension between the two of you and he was holding back.

Eddie straightened, putting distance between you two once more. The moment felt fragile, suspended between anger and something else entirely. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit surfacing, which was out of character.

“Look, just stay away, kid. I'll try to keep it down. No promises" he licked his own lips in nervousness. " Have a good shift at the diner. Don't let Harrington talk your ear off." His eyes flicked over you, gauging the reaction as if every word captured some vulnerable moment you shared. But then he stepped back, hands shoved into his pockets, a clear barrier re-erecting between you.

You clenched your jaw, " What the fuck? You're just going to walk away after all of that?" Eddie paused, turning just enough to peer back at you. The light caught the edge of his cheekbone, casting a shadow that deepened the confusion in his eyes. “What do you want me to do? Stick around for a lecture?”

" Admit it" " Admit what?"

" You're into me, Eddie Munson" He chuckled as he remained silent. Eddie's laughter echoed down the hallway, deep and rich, but his eyes narrowed, weighing your words. “Into you? That’s quite the leap, don’t you think?”

" Admit it" you gritted your teeth. You were done playing this game with him. Eddie hesitated, his confidence wavering just for a moment, and it felt like a crack in the facade. “Maybe I like the thrill of watching you squirm. You give off a pretty good show, not gonna lie.”

“You're such a dick" he laughed harder, " Oh sweetheart... you're cute." "You think this is cute?"

He fixed his flannel as you watched his muscle flex under those arms. What was this? "Maybe I do,” he replied, the teasing glint returning to his eyes. “A little fire in you. Makes it more interesting.”

" You like making a show out of me, don't you?" His laughter faded, replaced by a slow, assessing gaze that seemed to peel away your layers. “You’re certainly not shy about throwing yourself into the spotlight, are you?”

" I am not trying to grab your attention" “Sure sounds like it,” Eddie said, leaning against the door frame again.

" I'm not!" you growled. Eddie raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You call me out, put on a show, and then deny you’re grabbing my attention? Come on.”

" Maybe I..." you stuttered your words, huffing.

" Oh! I get it now" he snickered, " you just want a good fuck..." The warmth in your cheeks flared, an ember igniting into a blaze. “Wanting more than you’re offering doesn’t mean I want to sleep with you,” you shot back, voice trembling between embarrassment and irritation.

His laughter echoed through the hallway, " Don't worry, I understand now. I told you from day one, I'm not fucking you, sweetheart even if you begged me to."

“Who says I’d beg?” Your glare shot daggers at him, heat rising in your cheeks. Eddie took a few steps back, grinning like he's won.

" Your face says it all, your eyes are sparkling and the way your looking at me. It paints a picture" he says as he walks downstairs, chuckling. " Get over yourself!" he shouts making his way to his car.

The echo of his laughter faded as he strode down the steps, the thud of his boots pounding against the concrete echoing through the dimly lit hallway. You remained rooted in place, heart hammering in your chest.

" Dickhead!" you shouted over the railing as he got in his car. The only answer he's given you was the honk of his car. The honk of Eddie's car faded into the chilly evening air, leaving you standing there, pulse quickening. Frustration bubbled beneath your skin like scalding water.

“What a jerk!” you growled throwing your hands up.

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Heavy footsteps approached, the unmistakable weight of Steve’s presence in the diner.

“You look like something is bothering you, what happened?" Steve put the towel over his shoulder as he put his hands on his hips.

You let out a frustrated breath, the anger and indignation still simmering beneath the surface. 

“Just Eddie being… well, Eddie.” 

" Thought we been over this, you need to stop thinking on him" 

" I'm not thinking of him. He's a pain in my ass" you huffed putting your hands on the counter. Steve raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter with that familiar grin. “A pain, or the kind of pain you can’t seem to shake off?” He scrubbed a hand through locks.

" He's just-" You paused, your words hanging in the air. Eddie's laughter echoed in your mind, a mocking reminder of the unresolved tension. Uncertainty twisted inside you, as Steve raised an eyebrow, having caught the flicker of frustration in your expression.

“ Let me guess, you're jealous of the girls he spends time with" You scoffed, pushing a stray hair behind your ear, avoiding Steve’s knowing stare. “Jealous? Please. I have no interest in the type of girls he brings home.”

Steve looks at you amused.

" I'm not!" Steve puts his hands up in defense. You shot him a glare, heat rising in your cheeks. “I can’t believe you think that. I just… I hate how he treats them like—like toys. It's disgusting.”

" There is more your not letting on there" He smirks pointing a finger at you. “I’m not hiding anything, Steve.” You leaned back against the counter, crossing your arms defiantly. 

“Uh-huh. So the way your cheeks flushed every time Eddie teases you has nothing to do with it?”

A laugh slipped from you a you rolled your eyes. 

" You like him, don't you? You like how he plays with you"

You spluttered, caught off guard as you grasped for words that danced just out of reach. “I do not like him! He’s a prick,” you spat, forcing the denial even as your heart raced. 

Steve leaned closer, " keep telling yourself that." 

" Steve..." you warned. You took a step back, the weight of his words palpable in the air between you. The diner buzzed with the late-night crowd, a blend of chatter and clinking cutlery, but all you could feel was the heat of Steve's gaze.

" Could you not... he's a womanizer..." Steve shrugged, his smirk deepening. “Yeah, but he’s not just a womanizer. He’s a complicated womanizer. There’s more to him than meets the eye, you know?”

You stared at him, “ He think he's some rockstar... but he's not.." Steve chuckled, a knowing glimmer in his eyes. “You’ve got me curious now. What’s stopping you from discovering what lies beneath the surface?”

You huffed, pushing away from the counter, frustration bubbling over. “Because he keeps saying he doesn't want to let me in, keeps calling me kid and saying he won't fuck me.." “Ah, the magical appeal of the forbidden,” Steve teased, crossing his arms. “You’re really not into the bad boy vibe, are you?”

“Bad boy?” You leaned in, incredulous. “He’s just a jerk. There is no bad boy vibe. He smells like cigarettes, he barely showers and he walks like gods given gift" you groaned. Steve chuckled, the sound rolling like thunder across the diner, causing a few heads to snap your way. “Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out,” he teased, leaning against the counter, arms crossed like he owned the place. 

" He's just-" You hesitated, the words slipping like sand through your fingers. Eddie's image loomed in your mind, a wave of irritation and curiosity colliding within you. 

“Just what?” Steve prompted, his grin widening as he watched you struggle. 

" A dick... who seems to push people buttons... " Steve’s smirk softened, genuine curiosity enkindling in his eyes. “But there’s something about him that gets under your skin, huh?”

You stared at the counter, the dull shine of the stainless steel blurring as your thoughts tangled.

" How can be so.. you know... he has that I don't care vibe... but I know he feels misunderstood and he's been hurt before.. alot.. I can tell.." Steve tilted his head slightly, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. “So, you do see something in him.”

“No! I mean—” Your voice rose a pitch, floundering as the weight of his gaze pressed down on you.

" I just want him to talk to me...." you glance down at your chipped nail polish. Steve leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Ah, so it’s not just jealousy? You want him to let you in?” 

You glared at him, feelings of confusion washing over you like a tidal wave. “I don’t.... he's just ugh!" Steve’s laughter echoed through the diner, mingling with the clatter of dishes.

“Ugh might be the perfect cover for your feelings,” he teased, resting his elbows on the counter, leaning closer, intent and amused. “The more you play your little games with him, the more he irritates you. The more you like him." 

Your heart raced, each beat a reminder of how charged this conversation had gotten. You narrowed your eyes at Steve, trying to ignore the prickle of heat creeping up your neck.

“I do not like him!” you insisted, voice rising just enough to diner. People stopped talking as they turned head, you spoke softer. 

" Steve... I..." The weight of the diner’s gaze settled on you like a heavy shroud, the laughter and chatter falling to an awkward hush. You felt the heat crawl up your cheeks, a hot flush that only intensified under the spotlight of curiosity.

"What?" Steve asked. " You think he doesn't like you? That all the things he said he doesn't mean?" You glared at Steve, an indignant flush creeping across your cheeks. “It’s not about whether he likes me or not. It’s about how he acts like he doesn’t want anyone to see past his… whatever this is.” 

" Look Y/N, you don't know Eddie and what he's been through. He's a tough cookie to crack, but he's not what you think he is." The weight of Steve's words lingered in the air between you, heavy and suffocating. You dropped your eyes to the counter, tracing the grooves of the polished wood with a finger, searching for the right response that wouldn’t betray your confusion. 

“I just don’t get it,” you murmured, frustration spilling from your lips like water from a cracked jug.

Steve leaned closer, a mix of sincerity and mischief flickering in his eyes. “You don’t have to. But maybe you could by going to see him Friday night perform. We're all going, he's our friend and we support him. Maybe you should see what he's all about. Music does speak to him.." Your heart lurched at the idea, a sudden rush of anxiety dousing the stubborn anger that had sparked so brightly just moments before. “You want me to go watch Eddie perform?” The skepticism dripped from your voice. 

“Why not?”

" He really thinks one day he will be this huge rockstar... he is too much in his head. Don't you think?" Steve shrugged, a playful smirk dancing across his lips. “Could be. Or he could just be a guy trying to carve out a space for himself in a world that doesn't quite understand him. You should see him perform. It might give you better understanding why is he the way he is.." 

The weight of Steve's words pressed down like a heavy curtain, dimming the bright lights of the diner around you. You clenched your fists on the counter, your heartbeat matching the rhythm of the small-town chatter that surrounded you. 

“Why do you think it's a good idea? What if he hates seeing me there?" Steve tilted his head, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Then you'll know. But if he doesn’t, if he actually enjoys having you around…” 

You cut him off, shaking your head. “What if he doesn’t want me to see his world?" Steve leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, a calculating look in his eyes. “That’s kind of his problem, isn’t it?” 

You opened your mouth to protest, but his gaze held you in place. The diner bustled around and more people came in. 

" We should get back to work, it's getting crowded. This diner isn't going to work itself now" Steve slapped the towel from his shoulder onto the counter as he backed up. He has owned this diner ever since he rememebrs. That's what he has told you. 

You brushed a hand through your hair, frustration curling tightly in your stomach. The busy chatter of the diner faded into a dull hum, but Steve's piercing gaze anchored all your swirling thoughts. He tilted his head towards the growing line of customers, and clapped his hands together, " Chop, Chop." 

Reluctance coiled around you as you nodded, steeling yourself against the overwhelming tide of thoughts. 

“Right,” you mumbled as you straightened, nudging away from the counter with an air of resignation. Another busy night awaited.

The faint scent of grease hung in the air as you pushed open the front door to your apartment. The dim light greeted you, casting shadows that danced across the walls. You set your bag down with a silent thud, the weight of the evening and you heared heavy footsteps echoing down the hall. A clear of throat and a hum of a tune, Eddie. The hum floated into your space, a low melody that felt familiar and irritating all at once. You leaned against the doorframe, arms folded tight as you watched him approach, unwinding himself from the haze of another late-night escapade. Eddie stops in his tracks seeing you, but he doesn't say anything. In his hand he holds a guitar case and a cigarette is loose on his lips. 

Eddie’s gaze flicked from his guitar case to you, his brows raising slightly. “Look who’s still awake. Surprised you’re not tucked into bed before the big, bad rockstar shakes the walls,” he teased.

" I've been working late" you yawned. “Working late at Steve’s diner?” His smirk widened as if he found the entire notion amusing. “Must be thrilling, flipping burgers and pouring coffee instead of hitting the party scene.” 

“Better than having to smell like a cheap whore in a cheap bar" You shot back, crossing your arms again. Eddie leaned against the wall, the faint glimmer of mischief prowling behind his eyes. 

“Such colorful descriptions.” He chuckled, plucking the cigarette from his lips and blowing out smoke. You had noticed he wore only a leather jacket as his toned stomach and skin colored with tattoos. Your eyes glued to his tummy trail. 

"You know, staring is considered rude." Eddie smirked, clearly catching you off guard. You snapped your gaze back to his face, heat creeping into your cheeks.

“Shut up, Munson.” You turned your head, " I wasn't staring..." His laughter filled the dim hallway, rich and teasing. 

“Right, because your eyes just happen to wander at my chest all the time,” he replied, leaning casually against the wall. 

" I know I have a great body" He smirks moving his jacket that you got a chance to look at his hips and the way the light bounced off of him. His confidence oozed, filling the space between you like thick smoke.

“Yeah, your ego is really something,” you scoffed, stepping back to create a little distance. “Too bad your personality can’t match it.”

" Such a bad burn" Eddie smirked, leaning back against the wall with an exaggerated flair. “Ouch, that one stings. I’m telling you, you should join the ranks of stand-up comedians. The world needs more of your delightful banter.”

" How did your session go?" Eddie blinked, momentarily caught off guard by your question. The flicker of surprise in his eyes shifted quickly into something more guarded—a fleeting glance at vulnerability that he quickly tucked away. 

“Nothing special. Just the usual—strumming.." He shrugged answering dryly as he didn't want to be too open towards you. 

"Just strumming? That's it?" You crossed your arms again, curiosity creeping into your tone.

" Okay sweetheart, what are you playing here?" He scratched his head. " This isn't something to play with..." The air between you thickened as you absorbed Eddie’s guarded response. His bravado cloaked a deeper uncertainty, one that tugged at your curiosity. 

“What do you mean?” you pressed, leaning against the doorframe with a feigned casual. 

" Music, it's means more to me than you would ever understand." Eddie's gaze shifted, the bravado slipping away like sand through his fingers. You folded your arms, tilting your head slightly. “Then explain it. Share it, for once.” 

Eddie’s eyes narrowed, the teasing spark extinguishing as he shifted uncomfortably against the wall. “It’s not that simple and I don't share with people like this..." he eyes you. “You mean people like me?” The words dropped like stones between you, heavy and laden with unspoken meaning. His jaw tightened, muscles flexing under the weight of your gaze.

Eddie exhaled sharply, letting the tension seep from his shoulders.

" Listen here, I am tired and it's been a long day. Whatever this is, stops now." He growls out. “Whatever this is?” The words hung in the air, a sharp blade poised to cut through the tension. You took a step closer, leaning against the doorframe, challenging him with your presence.

Eddie opens his door. His back is to you. You could see the tension and he's putting a guard up. 

“Is that it, then?” you challenged, a mix of frustration and determination in your tone. “You’re just going to shut me out, push me away, like everyone else?”

He paused with his hand on the doorknob, " I told you to stop." The air thickened with an unyielding silence, hanging between you like a taut string on the verge of snapping. Eddie turned, the intensity of his gaze locking onto yours with an icy glare. 

“Do you even listen?” His voice boiled. " Do you ever just shut up?" 

The fire in his eyes mirrored the storm brewing inside you, every word charged with unspoken histories. You inhaled sharply, refusing to waver under his gaze.

“Maybe I don’t want to shut up,” you shot back, voice steady despite. Eddie slams his door shut as he stalks to you. 

The door rattled with the force, sending a shiver through your spine. Eddie’s figure seemed to loom larger in the hallway, anger radiating off him. He stepped closer, the space between you two narrowing, igniting an intensity that crack.

" I said stop talking" he grits his teeth. His voice sliced through the charged air, low and dangerously calm. You stood your ground, heart hammering in your chest. Just an inch separated you, a taut ribbon of tension that shimmered with a maddening mixture of anger and something else.

" What do you want from me, kid?" He runs a hand down his tired face. “Want from you?” The words slipped out before you could rein them in. 

Eddie’s eyes narrowed, the tension pulsing between you like a live wire. “Yeah. You can stop pretending like you care about me or think I care about this bullshit banter between us." “Pretending?” You echoed, disbelief mingling with anger. “I’m not pretending anything, Eddie. I’m just trying to understand you. Trying to get closer.” 

" I told you, don't" he shook his finger. " Don't" he adds. Eddie’s finger hovered like a warning in the dim light of the hallway, his eyes dark.

" Stop dreamin that you'll know the real me, sweetheart. Not happening." You clenched your fists at your sides, fighting against the wave of frustration. “Then stop hiding, Eddie! Stop acting like you’re some untouchable mystery and just be real for once.”

The creases in his brow deepened, the shoulder tense as he looked at the ceiling. 

" Just stop trying to understand me, kid." Eddie's voice softened, a flicker of vulnerability dancing behind the bravado. “I don’t need people digging around in my past. I’ve built these walls for a reason.” 

“So, what? You’re just going to keep shutting people out. Not going to fall in love? Not going to want to feel something real?" 

He chuckles. 

Eddie’s laughter sliced through the tension, sharp and biting, echoing off the bare walls. “Fall in love? With what? A fleeting moment, a passing glance? This isn’t some fairytale, sweetheart.” 

His gaze locked onto yours. 

" Don't you want to go on a date with someone special? Hear something sweet as you lay with them in bed. I don't know, don't you want those moments? Those memories?" you asked. " A relationship" 

Eddie chuckled again, the sound tainted with bitterness. “That’s the thing, kid. Relationships? They come with strings and problems. I don’t need that in my life right now.”

“Better to be alone, then?” You asked. " No one to hold. No one to care for? Is that what you want?" Eddie’s gaze drifted down the hallway, fogging over with thoughts buried deep. Shadows danced across the walls, elongating the silence that wrapped around you both.

" It’s simpler that way," he muttered, barely audible. “no one gets hurt.." he adds. The heaviness of his words echoed in the quiet hallway. You stood, rooted to the floor, the gravity of the moment anchoring you in place. 

You let your hair down and took out the notepad from your pocket writing down something. 

" I don't need your notes, sweetheart" 

You paused, uncertainty flickering in your chest but ripped the paper out and shoved it into the pocket of his leather jacket. Eddie stiffened, eyes widening as your hand disappeared into the cool leather of his jacket. 

“What was that?” he asked, lowering his voice, an edge of confusion wrapping around his words.

" Don't open it. Open it when you feel lonley" you tell him. " Open when you feel lost." His brows knitted together, the surprise evident on his face as he felt the crinkle of paper nestle into the depths of his jacket. He stood frozen for a heartbeat, processing your boldness. 

“Why would I need this?” he asked.

You smirked, " Not everyone hides from darkness, to feel alone.I don't believe you want to be alone. You want to feel wanted." Eddie’s eyes narrowed, confusion wrestling with something deeper, an emotion simmering just below the surface. He reached for the pocket, the cool material of his leather jacket suddenly electric against his fingertips.

“Want to feel wanted?” He asked. He pursed his lips. 

“Don’t act like you don’t know what it feels like,” you shot back, pushing the weight of his own words back at him. “You’re a master at playing the field, but even you can’t fool yourself forever." Eddie’s brows knit tighter, confusion mingling with the weight of your words. He shifted slightly, tension crackling between you two. 

“You got this all figure out. You're not my therapist.." “Fine,” you shot back, crossing your arms once more. “But maybe it wouldn’t hurt to let someone in. Just a little. You act like no one cares, but I do. I see you, Eddie.”

His gaze hardened, " You see nothing." He spats. “Nothing? Is that what you really believe?” Your voice trembled, frustration coiling tighter in your chest like a spring ready to snap. 

" Stop playing tharpist, kid" Eddie’s voice dripped with anger, hard and harsh. The very notion that you’d dare to see through him seemed to shake him, and that flicker of vulnerability from moments earlier sputtered out into a cold, angered glare. 

" I didn't ask for this" he continues.“Neither did I!” You shot back, your heart pounding against your ribcage. The walls felt like they were closing in, the tension so thick it clawed at your throat. “I don’t want to be in this ridiculous back-and forth banter." Eddie took a step forward, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him, a palpable intensity pressing against your skin. The familiar bravado melted away, revealing something raw beneath.

"Then why do you keep pushing? Why not leave me alone?" The air crackled between you, a fragile strand of electricity sparking as your heart raced. Eddie’s gaze bore into you.

" Because I can't leave you hurting yourself with all these girls, all this hurt you have inside... " The words hung between you, heavy like an unfinished song. The shadows in the hallway flickered, and the weight of your heart felt almost unbearable as the truth in his voice cut through the tension.

Please, Eddie...” Your words tumbled out, raw and edged with desperation. The dim hallway blurred around you, pulses of confusion swirling into something heavier.

He glanced away, his jaw tightening. “You don’t understand.” 

“Then help me understand" his hand shook as his glare harden. 

" I don't want to" Eddie’s voice cracked like glass, a mix of defiance and vulnerability that hung in the charged air. His gaze turned away, fixing somewhere down the dimly lit hallway, as if he could block you out by simply not facing you. 

" Stop running away" The words hung in the air, a heavy echo in the narrow hallway. Eddie’s shoulders stiffened at your challenge, but he didn't turn around. Instead, his silence screamed louder than any retort. 

"Or do you want someone to catch you?" Eddie’s back remained rigid, the tension hanging thick between you. The silence stretched, an elastic band pulled taut, waiting for the slightest pressure to snap. 

He looked down at the ground. You wrapped your arms around Eddie, the contact igniting a spark that raced up your spine. His body felt solid, the warmth radiating from him. For a heartbeat, the tension paused, anything. 

He tensed against your embrace, muscles coiling like spring-loaded traps, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned in closer, grounding yourself in the warmth radiating from him. 

“Stop fighting,” you whispered, your voice barely.

.Eddie took a step back, the air between you cooling as he pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “This isn’t some fairy tale, sweetheart,” he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. “You don't get to run into my arms or anything for that matter." His words hung heavy in the air, carrying a weight that threatened to crush the intimacy you had just forged. You stepped back, wounded, the warmth of his body slowly replaced by the chill of reality pressing against your skin.

“Stop being difficult" Eddie’s voice hardened, a defensive edge creeping into his words. “You think you know me? You think you can waltz in here, play therapist, and assume things will work out like some cheesy rom-com?” 

" Why don't you want to be my friend, Eddie?" He laughed, a harsh bark that felt like a slap in the face. “Friend? That’s rich. You think I’m some lost puppy just waiting for someone to come along and pet me in the nicest way." 

" We could talk, we could watch movies together, smoke, you know.. hang out.." Eddie crossed his arms.Eddie crossed his arms, the laughter morphing into something sharper, colder. “You think I need a friend? You think I’m just some stray dog looking for a warm lap?” 

Your heart sank, " you know what Eddie.. fuck you.." Eddie's laughter dissolved into a tense silence, echoing down the hallway like a distant memory. His gaze pierced through the air, unyielding and cold.

“Fuck me?” The edge in his tone cut deeper than you expected. 

" Yeah, fuck you Eddie Munson. I get it why no one wants to date you or let alone only want to jump on your dick. I get it now. I do." Eddie’s expression hardened, the laughter abruptly extinguishing, leaving only a cold tension in its wake. For a moment, his gaze narrowed to razor slits, an incredulous scoff escaping his lips as if he couldn’t quite believe your words. 

" Screw yourself, Eddie" you turned around that your back is facing him and took a few deep breathes in. The air felt heavy behind you, thick with unspoken tension. Each breath you took was an effort, a desperate attempt to ground yourself in the chaos of your spiraling emotions. Eddie’s incredulous scoff echoed in your ears, a haunting reminder he's still there. 

" Some big words from little one. Wow" he mumbles.You turned back, the anger bubbling up inside you like a geyser. “What does that even mean, Eddie? You think it’s just easy for me to come here and throw words at a wall hoping something sticks?” 

A bitter smile twisted on his face. 

" I was just coming back from band practice when you opened your mouth. I wasn't even planning to talk to you, sweetheart. It was all you." His words hung in the air, the bitter edge cutting through your chest like a shard of glass. You glared at him, every fiber of your being pulsing with frustration.

"Of course, it’s all my fault,” you threw your hands up. " I'm done with this conversation. I was planning to see you perform Friday night. But, forget it. Your a lost cause." Eddie’s expression shifted, a mix of surprise and annoyance flickering across his face. “Wait, what? You were planning to come see us play?” He ran a hand through his hair, confusion knitting his brow.

“Yeah, well, too late now. Fuck that. Fuck me. Right?" Eddie’s brow furrowed deeper, eyes narrowing as he absorbed your words. “What’s that supposed to mean?” His irritation flared like a match struck in the dark, the playful banter from moments before dissolving into something more serious.

" I'm done, you win" you tell him.Eddie stood opposite you, the air thick between you like a blanket made of tension and unspoken words. 

“Win?” His voice, edged with disbelief, pulled taut the strings of irritation still thrumming inside you. " I'm tired and I'm not going to push you into whatever I wanted to do, be friends or just hang out. It's done. You win, happy?" you spatted. " And your prize? Here it is" you opened your door and slammed it. 

The echo of the door reverberated through the hallway, reverberating like an aftershock of a quake. You pressed your back against the smooth surface, heart racing as if you’d just run a marathon. Your breath came in sharp bursts, and took your bag off your shoulders throwing it acorss the room in anger. 

The bag hit the floor with a heavy thud, contents spilling out as if they shared your frustration. A pen rolled off the desk, a crumpled napkin fluttered like a defeated flag at the foot of the bed. You sank onto the ground with fustration. 

Meanwhile Eddie stood his ground not knowing what to do. He stared at your door. Tension coiled in the atmosphere like a taut wire as Eddie remained rooted to the spot, eyes fixed on the closed door. He exhaled slowly, frustration etched across his face, the warm, inviting laughter of the last hour dissolving into anger. 

He growled opening his door, and putting his guitar case by the door throwing himself on the couch. 

The leather creaked beneath Eddie’s weight as he sank into the couch, the comfortable familiarity of the fabric clashing starkly with the storm brewing in his chest. He raked a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as frustration bubble. 

Eddie slumped back against the couch, the fabric warm beneath him, yet it did little to quell the tempest brewing inside. He closed his eyes, the remnants of your heated exchange still echoing in his mind. 

He heard it. The wardroom of the old vinyl spun like a haunting melody, pouring through the walls, each note layered with defiance. Eddie's irritation twisted into something more profound—a mixture of attraction and annoyance danced in his chest. 

He chuckles, " of course you would turn that one on." The tune wafted through the walls, the familiar chords wrapping around him like a velvety shroud. An old classic, one he cherished, but tonight it struck a different note. Eddie reclined against the couch, gaze fixed on the wall but his fist banged on the wall that you could possbily hear it. 

You did. You heard the banging. Your heart jolted with each thud echoing through the wall, a tangible reminder of the tension that crackled between you and Eddie. 

You threw your finger up as if to show Eddie you didnt' care. The anger simmered as you pressed your back against the door, fists clenched at your sides. Each bang against the wall reverberated through you like an unwanted heartbeat, a reminder that he was still there, still infuriatingly present.

You had enough of his banging on the wall. You could not enjo your music in peace with his nonsense. The next thud rocked the wall, the sound vibrated through your entire body, an earthquake of irritation and sheer stubbornness. 

You swung the door open, your heart pounding, ready to face the storm that was Eddie Munson. 

“ Shut the hell up, Munson. Quit your banging like some dickhead." Eddie leaned back against the couch, arms crossed, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he looks towards his door. 

" Thought you were done with me?" He asked. “Shut up,” you shouted through his door. Eddie opens his door as you stared at him with a cold glare. 

Eddie stood there, shoulders relaxed yet eyes sparkling with mischief as if he hadn’t just detonated a small bomb in your hallway. “Aw, what’s the matter, princess?” He leaned against the door frame, his smirk widening with amusment. 

" You're such annoying pain in the ass" you tell him. Eddie shrugged. "Called it like I see it," he replied, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed casually over his chest. He had taken his jacket off standing in black skinnies, his hair was down and you can see his smile lines better as he laughed. 

The easy confidence in his posture grated on your nerves like sandpaper against skin. He leaned casually against the doorframe, and with every smirk, every twinkle of mischief in his eyes, you felt your ire bubbling over.

“ My eyes are up here,sweetheart" You met his gaze, eyes narrowing as heat rushed to your face. “I’m not staring at your ‘charming’ personality, Munson.” 

Eddie leaned a little closer, a playful glint in his irises. “You sure?" 

" We're done here, stop your banging or else" you poked his chest. His skin felt warm under your finger, and for a split second, the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you suspended in a charged moment. Eddie raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly, a mix of amusement and arrogance cloud.

" Or else what?" “Or else I’ll report you to the landlord for noise complaints,” you shot back, maintaining eye contact, the tension holding you both suspended in that vulnerable space.

Eddie’s laugh rumbled deep, his eyes dancing with mischief. “You mean my fucking?" “Enough!” You shot back, voice tinged with both exasperation and a hint of embarrassment. “Enough, really? What a letdown!” Eddie feigned disappointment, rolling his eyes dramatically. 

“Do you ever take anything seriously?” You challenged, hands on your hips, grounding yourself against the growing wave of irritation and intrigue that twisted inside you. 

Eddie pushed off the doorframe with a casual grace, closing the distance between you two.

" I do, like you keep coming back to me. Your eyes pleading for little old me to let you in anyway you can get me" He smirks.You huffed, rolling your eyes but the heat in your cheeks betrayed your irritation. “And you think that’s some kind of charm? That you're irresistible?” 

" Yet you keep coming back. You said you were done with me and look at you now. At my door yapping your mouth off" he says. “I’m here because you’re impossible,” you shot back, frustration pulsing bright and slick in your veins. “You’re like a bad penny that never stops turning up.” 

“Aw, sweetheart, bad pennies are a compliment,” he drawled. 

" You're terrible " he put his hand on his heart. 

" You've wounded me, oh I'm so hurt" he put a hand over his forehead. Eddie feigned a dramatic swoon, toppling back against the doorframe as if he’d been struck by a bolt of lightning. “Next time, I’ll be sure to wear my armor,” he quipped, smirking up at you. 

You threw your hands up and stomped back into your apartment. 

The door slammed shut behind you, rattling in its frame, as frustration coursed through your veins like wildfire. You paced across your small living space, the silence amplifying the echo of Eddie’s laughter still ringing in your ears.

That ass. You paced across your small living space, the silence amplifying the echo of Eddie’s laughter still ringing in your ears.

You collapsed on your bed and ran a hand down your face. 

" I hate him" you mumbled to yourself. The weight of your words hung heavy in the air, swirling around the small room like a restless ghost. You turned onto your side, staring at the wall, the paint peeling in places as if echoing your discontent. The soft hum of music lulls you to sleep.