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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 2 days ago

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Eddie's reaction to the new alt girl when the ne t time he sees her she's not wearing a bra and can see her nipple piercings through her shirt?

I'm totally obsessed with eddie finally getting the attention he deserves and someone not being shy about it. Like maybe instead of the next day they accidently meet up when she shows up at the garage that corroded coffin is practicing in. Like maybe she was passing by and heard them only to see eddie and immediately become interested and more flirting and teasing eddie ensues, but this time in front of his friends? NSFW if you're OK with it?

ok. I don't know if you are the same person that sent the first request for alt girl. but even if you're not, I've decided to link it up, so this is a part 2. I don't know what you meant by 'the next day' so I'm making it the next day from when the last fic was based in. I hope that's ok.

I'M THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE HONOURED

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Alt!girl Summary: you find Eddie along your adventure through town Warnings: 18+ i wouldn't say this is SMUT but there is allusions of it. mention of nipple piercings, making out, humping/grinding, nipple play.

Part 1 Here!

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You walked around town, through neighbourhoods and hidden roads, trying to familiarize yourself with your new home that you would most likely stay at for 2 years MAX.

You hadn't seen Eddie, which, if you were going to be honest, kind of upset you.

You had woken up and peered out your window to see the van outside gone and it completely ruined your day.

You were hoping to take him up on the offer of last night, but he might have been too high to remember he even said it, or that he met you.

Something flew in your eye, causing you to wince and you itch it, trying not to mess up your eyeliner as you stopped walking.

Your Walkman finishing the song and you were too focused to rewind it and play the album over again as you rubbed your eye gently.

The silence in the air caused you to hear the faint sound music being played down the street.

The faint music tugged at your curiosity, and you turned toward the sound, following it down the quiet street. It was rough, loud, and unmistakably live- drums, guitar, and a bassline that rattled in your chest. It wasn’t some polished radio track; it was raw, chaotic, and passionate. Your kind of music.

The closer you got, the more the sounds sharpened, and you realized it wasn’t coming from someone’s stereo. It was coming from a garage. You rounded the corner, and there it was-

A slightly beaten-up garage with the door rolled up, spilling the noise out onto the street. You recognized Eddie’s van parked haphazardly out front and felt a rush of excitement flood through you.

Inside, you could see him-

His hair wild as he thrashed his head to the beat, fingers flying over his guitar. There was a small group inside:

A drummer pounding out an aggressive rhythm, a bassist bobbing along, and another guy on an electric guitar, but his noise being swallowed by Eddie's shredding, stealing stole the show just for you, commanding attention even in the chaos.

You recognise his guitar from last night- his sweetheart, he called it. and she definitely was beautiful, red and black splotched hitting the sunlight.

He was so rough with her though; it made you wonder if he'd be rough on you too.

You paused at the edge of the driveway, your boots crunching on the gravel, and crossed your arms, watching him. The tank top he wore clung to him, the dark gray fabric making him look so pale compared to the other boys, and his tight jeans hugged his legs so perfectly.

So incredibly tight that you didn't even need to be right next to him to see that he's a show-er.

You smirked, stepping closer, your confidence blooming again. “Well, well, if it isn’t Eddie Munson,” you called out, just loud enough to cut through the noise.

The music stumbled, the drummer missing a beat as all eyes turned to you.

Eddie’s head snapped up before looking down, before doing a double take and looking away again before noticing it was you and he looked up again, his eyes locking onto yours, and you caught the flicker of surprise in his expression. His hands faltered for a moment on the guitar, but he quickly recovered.

“New girl!” he shouted over the dying music, his voice cracking just a little as he scrambled to pull the guitar strap off his shoulder. “Uh- what are you doing here?”

“I was just walking by, heard the music,” you said casually, stepping into the garage. “Figured I’d see if it was worth sticking around for. turns out I was right” you winked, your eyes raking over his body.

His friends exchanged glances, one of them, a tall guy with a mop of curls- snickering. Eddie shot him a warning look before turning his attention back to you, his nervousness palpable.

“Uh, yeah, we’re just, y’know, practicing.” he swallowed thickly, a little embarrassed you've found him.

You leaned against the doorframe, your smirk growing as your eyes flitted around the garage. “Practicing for what, exactly? Battle of the Bands?”

“Something like that,” Eddie said, running a hand through his hair. He glanced down, then quickly looked away, his jaw tightening as he noticed your outfit- or lack of certain pieces of it.

You’d ditched the bra today, and the thin fabric of your shirt left little to the imagination. The faint outline of your piercings was visible, and you caught the way Eddie’s gaze lingered for just a second too long before darting away.

“What’s the matter, Munson?” you teased, tilting your head.

He cleared his throat, trying to act cool before his friends came up behind him as Eddie's eyes lowered to your chest again.

The rest of the band followed his gaze, their playing coming to an awkward halt. Jeff was the first to speak, raising an eyebrow. “Uh, Eddie? You gonna introduce us to…?”

Gareth leaned on his drumsticks, grinning. “Yeah, man, who’s your friend?”

Eddie’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “She’s- uh...she’s just-”

“-Just the new girl,” you cut in smoothly, stepping further into the garage. You flashed a teasing smile at Eddie’s friends. “Moved in across the way from this one.”

Jeff’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait, you live across from Eddie, and he didn’t tell us? That’s new.”

“Really new,” Gareth chimed in, smirking. “And you’re hanging out with him already? What, are you his secret girlfriend or something?”

Eddie choked, nearly dropping his guitar. “What?! No! She’s not- she’s just..she’s not-”

You tilted your head, your grin widening as you looked at him. “Aw, secret girlfriend? I wish.”

Eddie froze, his face burning so red you half-expected steam to come out of his ears. “You’re-she’s joking,” he sputtered, glancing wildly between you and the guys. “She’s joking. Right?”

The guys burst out laughing, clearly enjoying his discomfort. Jeff nudged Gareth. “Man, he’s never been this flustered. You’re breaking him, new girl.”

You shrugged, feigning innocence. “I’m just being honest. But hey, if it’s too much for you, Munson, I can leave.”

“No!” Eddie blurted, then immediately cringed at how desperate he sounded. “I mean-no, it’s fine. You can stay.. If you want.”

You raised an eyebrow, your grin softening into something a little more genuine. “Thanks. I’d like that.”

Jeff leaned on his bass, watching Eddie squirm with a shit-eating grin. “Alright, Munson, since when do you get visitors? And hot ones, at that.”

“Okay, can we just play already?” Eddie snapped, gripping his guitar like it was the only thing grounding him to reality.

You plopped down on the battered couch in the corner, crossing your legs and getting comfortable. “Don’t mind me, boys. Pretend I’m not even here.”

“Yeah, sure,” Gareth said, clearly holding back a laugh as he adjusted his drumsticks.

Eddie shot you a look, equal parts exasperated and embarrassed, before turning his focus back to the guitar. You didn’t miss the way his hands trembled slightly as he started the next song, nor the way his eyes kept flicking toward you.

You bit back a smile, settling in. This was going to be fun.

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An hour and a half later you were slumped on the couch, an almost empty can of terrible beer in your hand as you watched them pack up.

Eddie brought his guitar back to his van and his friends really took the chance to look at you without being glared at by the older teen.

"d-did you like it?" one of them- Jeff? asked, taking his guitar off his shoulder and hanging it on the wall.

"yeah, you guys were great" you nodded, lying through your teeth.

You had heard Eddie all the way from your trailer some nights shredding his guitar and he sounded awesome..but.. you think he should stick to being solo because together... it just sounds a bit messy- and not the metal kind of messy.

But if Eddie liked it, then you liked it, you loved it.

"what's going on?" Eddie came back, hands on his hips as he walked up the driveway once more to grab his amp

"new girl was just telling us she liked our music" Gareth said, getting up from his stool

"oh yeah?" Eddie frowned, looking over at you.

The sweat on his forehead caused his bangs to stick to his skin, but you could still see the thin layer of stickiness covering his neck and arms.

It was so hot out, which is probably why you rolled up your already short skit up halfway through the show.

It totally wasn't so Eddie got a better view- which he totally did and loved

He sighed, turning to you, nervously running a hand through his hair. His usual bravado was slipping, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was making a fool of himself in front of you. You were so effortlessly cool, so confident, and Eddie? Well, he was just trying to hold it together.

“You need a ride?” he asked, his voice a little rougher than usual, as though he was still processing everything that had just happened. “I, uh, can drop you off, if you want- seen as we're going to same place- if you're even going home?!”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning against the side of the couch. “Sure, I guess that sounds good. Don’t wanna walk all the way back, y’know?”

He nodded, biting back a grin at the way you’d teased him earlier. He was still reeling from it. You’d definitely gotten under his skin.

You said bye to his friends and rushed over to Eddie as he brought his amp to the back of his van and shutting it forcefully.

As you climbed into the van, Eddie quickly got behind the wheel, starting the engine, the sound of the van's rumbling filling the silence. He kept his eyes straight ahead, focusing on the road, trying to keep it cool, but it was hard when you were sitting next to him, looking like you just stepped out of a dream.

Eddie caught a glimpse of you in his peripheral vision. You were leaning back in your seat, your shirt clinging just right to your figure. There was no denying it, he couldn’t stop himself from noticing. The way your body moved, the subtle flash of silver through your shirt as the dim lights outside flickered... Yeah, that was definitely distracting.

You noticed his gaze flicker over to you and raised an eyebrow. "What? You need something, Munson?" The playful edge in your voice was unmistakable.

Eddie’s face flushed, and he quickly turned his eyes back to the road, trying to look nonchalant. “N-no. Just, uh... driving, y’know?”

You chuckled softly, leaning over just slightly to get closer to him. “So... if I asked, would you tell me if you’re looking at me because you think I look good, or just ‘cause you’re trying to figure out why I’m so damn interesting?”

He nearly choked on his breath at the question, but kept his hands steady on the wheel. “I, uh... don’t know what you mean,” he mumbled, avoiding looking at you.

“Well, come on, Eddie,” you said, voice dropping to a teasing tone. “You’ve got to be noticing something. You’ve been staring at me all afternoon.” You glanced down at your shirt and smirked, knowing exactly what he was seeing. "Maybe you like what you see."

Eddie’s mind short-circuited, and he swerved a little in his lane, quickly correcting the van with a sharp jerk of the wheel. “Shit-sorry!” he stammered, his face heating up. “I... uh, it’s just, you know, you and... I didn’t mean to... stare, or... anything.”

You grinned to yourself, clearly enjoying watching him stumble over his words. You liked the effect you had on him- how completely flustered you could make him with just a few words. Eddie Munson wasn’t usually the type to get flustered, but with you? He was like putty in your hands.

“You’re cute when you’re all nervous,” you said, your voice warm, and for a moment, it was like the whole world around you two faded. “Makes me think you’re not used to having girls pay attention to you.”

The corner of Eddie’s mouth twitched upward as he glanced at you, trying to hide the smile tugging at his lips. "You don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, his tone more defensive than he intended.

"Sure, I don’t," you teased. "But maybe you could prove me wrong."

Eddie’s heart skipped a beat. The words were out before he could stop them, his voice hushed, almost too quiet for even you to hear.

“Yeah, well... maybe I will.” His gaze flickered to you again, catching the light of the streetlamps reflecting off your skin, the curve of your lips, and the way your shirt hugged you just right. He wasn’t sure if it was the lingering tension or the way you made him feel exposed, but his heart raced.

You noticed the way he was looking at you now, his expression softening. And you knew you’d pushed him far enough to make him feel the heat that had been building all night.

Just then, Eddie’s voice dropped an octave, more hesitant now. “Hey... I gotta ask... did those, uh... piercings hurt?”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning in a little closer, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Nah," you answered, almost matter-of-factly. "why? you thinking of getting them done?"

He shook his head, a dry chuckle leaving his lips as he tried to focus of the road

"Well, if you're so interesting in mine...if you want, you could... taste 'em." You gave him a slow, almost seductive grin, letting the words hang in the air between you.

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. “What?” His voice cracked slightly, and his grip tightened on the wheel, his knuckles white.

The van slightly swerves again but he fixes it and blinks vigorously

"You heard me," you said with a smirk, thoroughly enjoying the way you had him rattled. You leaned back, letting the silence hang between you two as Eddie tried to regain his composure, his brain struggling to catch up.

Eddie blinked a couple more times, his mind racing. The words had been a joke, right? But the way you’d said it, the look in your eyes- he wasn’t so sure anymore.

His heart hammered in his chest, and all he could think was that if he didn’t keep his focus, the van might end up in the ditch.

Shaking his head, Eddie cleared his throat. "I- uh- well... that’s... uh... that’s a bit... forward, don’t you think?"

You just laughed, letting him stew in his embarrassment for a moment longer before finally teasing him again. "Maybe," you said with a wink. "But you’re the one who can’t stop looking."

And just like that, he was undone.

Eddie was speeding home to the trailer park, a weird look on his face

Had you made him uncomfortable? did he want to go straight home and never see you again because he doesn't like you?

It made you wonder anxiously as you stayed in the passenger seat quietly, bouncing your leg, picking at the fishnets that pinch the meat on your thigh.

He parked in front of his trailer roughly, the tires screeching as he quickly hopped out

You, However got out slowly, backing up to your trailer, nodding for him to follow you subtly before turning back, wanting him to come with you.

You walked toward the door of your trailer, turning back slightly to see Eddie still standing by the van, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. He looked like he was wrestling with whether he should follow you or just melt into the ground.

“Well?” you teased, arching a brow. “You coming in, or are you just gonna stand there pretending you don't to?”

He laughed nervously, rocking on his heels. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” His voice cracked at the end, and you smiled to yourself as he jogged to catch up.

It was cute, just like a lost puppy.

Inside, you flicked on a lamp, casting a warm glow over the trailer’s cozy chaos. You plopped down on the edge of your bed, kicking off your boots, and patted the spot beside you.

“Come on, Munson. Don’t be shy.”

He hesitated for a moment, standing on the other side of the room, by your door.

Eddie looked around nervously, taking it all in, but his gaze kept darting back to you. “Uh, cool place,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

You tilted your head, studying him with an amused smile.

“It’s just a trailer,” you said. “But thanks. You can sit, y’know. I don’t bite... unless you’re into that.”

His face flushed instantly, and he let out a nervous laugh, finally crossing the room to sit beside you. He was close enough that his knee almost brushed yours, and you could see how tightly he was gripping his jeans, like he needed to anchor himself.

His gaze snapped to yours, wide and uncertain. For a moment, the air between you felt heavier, charged with something unsaid.

“Eddie,” you murmured, your tone shifting. “Have you ever been kissed before?”

His mouth opened, then closed, like he was trying to figure out how to answer. Finally, he shook his head.

“No. Not really,” he admitted quietly. “I mean, not... not like how it’s supposed to be.”

You smiled gently, finding his honesty both endearing and heartbreaking. “So, never?”

He swallowed hard, glancing away. “Nope. Not once.”

You bit your lip, leaning in just a little closer. “Would you... want to?”

His head whipped back toward you; his dark eyes wide with disbelief. “You mean, with you?”

You grinned. “Yeah, Eddie. With me.”

He blinked, his breath hitching. “I—uh... I mean- I though you were joking around about all that- stuff.”

"Oh, I would never joke about a hot nerdy metalhead" you shook your head, a slight pout on your lips as you looked into his processing eyes.

"I- ok, yeah- yes, please- I want to." he nodded eagerly, licking his lips and turning his body to face you better.

it was so cute.

“Good,” you said softly, moving even closer until your knees brushed. “Because all I've wanted to do since I met you was kiss you stupid.”

His lips parted as if to respond, but whatever words he had died on his tongue the moment you leaned in, closing the distance between you. You kissed him gently at first, testing, but when he didn’t pull away, you pressed a little harder, guiding him into it.

His hands hovered awkwardly near your hips, and you smiled against his mouth, reaching down to place them on your waist. He flinched slightly but didn’t pull away, his grip tightening as the kiss deepened.

Eddie made a small, muffled sound- something between a gasp and a groan-and you couldn’t help but smile again.

It was just so hot.

It was tentative at first, like he wasn’t sure what to do, but the moment he relaxed, it was like something clicked.

He kissed you back with a surprising amount of enthusiasm, his fingers flexing against your waist as he leaned in closer. You slid your hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling him even closer until there was no space left between you.

The heat between you built quickly, his initial nervousness melting away as he got more comfortable. When your tongue brushed against his bottom lip, he gasped softly, his hands tightening their grip on you like he couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his as you whispered, “Not bad for your first kiss.”

Eddie let out a breathless laugh, his cheeks flushed and his lips slightly swollen. “That was... holy shit, that was... amazing.”

You smirked, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “Glad I could be your first.”

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, breathing heavily, the charged air between you crackling like static. His hands were still on your waist, and you could feel the heat of his palms through your shirt.

“You, uh...” he started, his voice shaky but full of wonder. “You wanna... keep going?”

You leaned back slightly, grinning. “What do you think, Munson?”

He tried to hide his smile when he leaned it, taking the initiative to kiss you.

His rough hand connected to your cheek and stroked gently.

For his first- now second kiss, he really wasn't bad, how could he be so good without kissing anyone? he has to be lying.

It was a bit sloppy, but Jesus did that suit him perfectly, and all it did was make you more desperate to have him.

You hummed and bit onto his bottom lip, making him pull away with his eyebrows raised, a small whimper- a fucking whimper escaping his lips.

"I thought you said you don't bite" he sighed, his gaze dropping to your shirt again.

Knowing full well he could take you up on that offer from his van now.

"Did you miss the part when I said unless you're into it? and don't deny it because that noise said it all" you teased, sitting up on your knees and spreading your legs to put them on either side of his thighs.

His hands moved to rest on your lap as you looked down at him, biting your lip

"Can I take you up on that offer from last night?" you smiled innocently

Of course, he remembered what he said to you last night, that moment replayed in his head all night and now all day.

He doesn't know how he's going to take off your shirt with his teeth, all he knows is that he needs to, because whatever is underneath that thin fabric has made him go crazy all day.

Eddie licks his lips again and reaches up to remove your shirt with his hands, knowing he can get that skimpy skirt and panties down with his teeth if he wanted. but your shirt? that would be a little difficult.

You lift your arms, allowing him to slowly take your shirt off.

His hands slightly shook, and he dropped your shirt to the floor as he came eye to eye with your hardened, pierced nipples.

He stared at them for a moment, reading the heart-shaped charms saying 'suck' 'it'

Your hands raked through his hair, and he hummed lowly

"Go on" you whispered "suck them"

His eyes fluttered up to yours and searched for any part of you that would say you're joking, that you'd slap him across the face and call him a freak.

But you smiled "only if you want to" you winked.

Eddie felt himself getting hard, but with you perched on his lap, he tried desperately not to, not wanting to embarrass himself.

He leaned in, taking the sensitive bud into his mouth, licking the warmth of your skin and humming against the cold metal of your piercing.

You whined, hands gripping his hair and pulling him closer.

"feels'o good" you moaned as he flicked his tongue against it.

His mouth took it all in his mouth and sucked, softly lapping it up before you moved your hips, needing some sort of friction when you began to feel his hardening cock between your legs.

You grinded your hips against his, one of your hands leaving his hair to hold his shoulder, squeezing his skin.

He became more aggressive towards your nipple, sloppily sucking one and pinching the other, causing you to hiss at the feeling but roll your hips in pleasure.

He made you feel so good, and you haven't even gotten to the best part.

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trvqvoiisee · 3 days ago

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Between us

Part 5- Reactions

Part 4- Navigating Us

Part 3- Love Finds a Way

Part 2- The Almost Moment

Part 1- Love Finds a Way

The first to notice was their mutual friend, Kitty, who had been part of their friend group since she joined KISS. She spotted them walking into the library one afternoon, Minho’s arm draped casually over Y/N’s shoulders.

Kitty stopped mid-sentence, her jaw dropping. “Wait. Wait. Are you two—” she pointed between them—“like…together?”

Minho grinned, pulling Y/N closer. “Guilty.”

Y/N blushed, ducking her head.

“No freaking way!” Kitty shrieked, earning a glare from the librarian. She lowered her voice but couldn’t contain her excitement. “I knew this would happen eventually! Oh my God, this is perfect. When did this happen?”

Y/N hesitated. “Uh…a few days ago.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” Kitty gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “I’ve been shipping you two for months.”

Minho rolled his eyes. “You’re as bad as Dae.”

“Oh, wait until I tell everyone else,” Kitty said, whipping out her phone.

“Don’t you dare!” Y/N protested, lunging for it.

But it was too late. By the end of the day, their entire friend group was buzzing with the news.

Their friend Q’s reaction was more skeptical. At a Friday game night, he studied them with narrowed eyes as Minho slipped an arm around Y/N’s waist.

“So, you guys are…dating now?” Q asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

“Yep,” Minho said, popping a chip into his mouth.

“And this isn’t some elaborate prank?” Q pressed.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Yes, Q, we’re dating. Why is this so hard to believe?”

Q shrugged. “I mean, you guys have been best friends forever. It’s just weird imagining you, like…making out or whatever.”

“Okay, ew,” Y/N said, throwing a pillow at him.

Minho smirked. “Jealous?”

Q made a gagging noise, but by the end of the night, he admitted, “Honestly, you two make sense. I just hope you don’t get all mushy on us.”

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lethargiccryptid · 3 days ago

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Girl.....you popped off! I feel like I'm intruding!!! This was so intimate and the POETRY!!!!😭

12 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔~𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒊𝒙

synopsis: you and Emo!Kento Nanami, your best friend whom you've been in love with for years, had a falling out. But, when you're assigned to be his secret santa, you come up with a meaningful gift you can only hope will fix things between you before the semester is over and you lose him for good.

Words: 12.5k 🖤

cw: MINORS DNI, xFEM! READER, x EMO!NANAMI, COLLEGE AU, ANGST, reader has "emo" aesthetics i.e.:eyeliner, wears certain clothing(obv self indulgence) ,jealousy, social anxiety , some pick me behavior, mutual pining, fluff, shyness, SMUT (protected p in v, Kento's a virgin, makeout, dry hump, oral f and m receiving, fingering, breast play, rough at the end, orgasm)

a/n: NGL it's been a struggle bus lately but I'm doing my best to finish this damn Xmas series. TY for your patience 🙂‍↕️ @actuallysaiyan my Emo!Nanami guiding light and inspiration as always. 🔥

12 Days of Smutmas Masterlist 🎁🎄🎅🏽

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics, pics from pinterest

You linger like a stubborn shadow in the corner of the overheated, loud, sweaty, and cramped Christmas college party at some frat you can't remember the name of with a Jack Daniels tapestry hanging on the main wall and a musty concoction of weed, beer, cigarettes, B.O. and too much cologne.

You fiddle nervously with your red solo cup, tracing over your name written in black sharpie for what feels like the millionth time, trying to act nonchalant and like you weren't on the verge of being overstimulated.

Jeez, even the line for the bathroom is a mile long. Guess that's out of the question. Oh God, everybody's staring. Kitchen. Okay, let's try that.

You wandered back to the kitchen, stumbling over your black knockoff Doc Martens, trying to preoccupy yourself with the surgeon general's warning on the discarded Mike's Hard Lemonade box instead.

Normally, you wanted zero parts of these holiday ragers with too many people. But, when you got the memo you were supposed to be Kento Nanami's Secret Santa, you knew there would be no getting out of this one.

Especially since you had so much to say to him after all of the things that happened between you two in the last several weeks, and the looming end of the semester threatened to put even more distance between you. You just needed him to hear you out, to apologize, clear the air, do whatever you could to make him not hate you anymore.

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You weren't sure what it was, but once you two went to college, it was like Kento got hit with a sex pollen that attracted all these women that seemed to spawn out of nowhere. The awkward, shy, Kento seemed to become the object of everybody's desire.

But how could they not? He was the most handsome man you've ever seen, and you stood by that fact as his beauty only grew with each passing year you knew him. He was intelligent, a natural whiz and gifted in both the jujutsu and non jujutsu worlds. Despite possessing all of these fine qualities, his humbleness never wavered, clueless even at just what a gem of a person he really was.

You had no option but to grin and bear it like a thorn in your side, resisting the urge to give into that unbearable wave of nausea that would hit you like a train when you spied some random girl's name on his Blackberry or when a group of them batted their lashes at him while you guys ate lunch in the food court.

"Hiiii, Ken!" They'd giggle as they'd walk past, making him blush while you stood there like chopped liver.

But, you knew Kento, and you had faith in his ability to snuff out all of this false flattery. Most of these chicks would have been the very same ones who bullied you two all throughout middle and high school and made your lives a living hell. You suspected they were just wanting an easy A, or to get in his pants. Either way, the feeling made you sick to your stomach.

They didn't know that his parents were high school sweethearts. They couldn't list his favorite songs, or animes. They couldn't guess his orders at every konbini you frequented after class(and it changed from chips and an energy drink or a soda to shitty coffee and a sandwich depending on which one you visited). And they certainly never knew how the tops of his ears would turn pink whenever you caught him staring at you while you were finishing a thought.

No, those were things sacred only to you, and nobody else as his girl best friend. Best friend. Just friends. Ugh.

And while you were grateful for it, it made witnessing all this unabashed thirst over Kento all the more torturous.

He wasn't yours.

You had zero business telling him who he could be friends with, or talk to. You definitely didn't want to come off as the crazy fucking jealous girlfriend before you even had the title. Kento was smart, but somehow the fact that you've been in love with him for years was one puzzle he never cracked.

It was so pathetically obvious. How you'd cancel all your plans for him at the drop of a hat. How you intentionally wore your hair in that way he liked after that one time he complimented you. How awkward you acted whenever you accidentally touched him. How you almost never talked about any other guys around him and noticeably avoided those questions because the one you loved was standing right there.

But it all came to a head when you heard rumors that he might be taking someone else to the winter formal. Some popular girl from a well known sorority. She had rich parents, stellar grades, and a banging body too, just to add even more insult to injury.

You wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

And how did you cope? By finally texting Atsuya from the football team that of course you'd love to go out on that date you must have wrote him five rainchecks for by now. Always turning him down and putting him on hold in hopes that your best friend would finally wake up after all these years of loving him from afar.

You regretted it as soon as you said yes like a pit that descended to the bottom of your stomach. You ended up canceling out of guilt and pulling the Aunt Flo card, but it looked like the damage had already been done.

You neglected to remember that Kento spent every weekend tutoring the football team in math. You didn't have to guess that Kento must have caught wind of the gossip in the locker room from Atsuya when he went seemingly radio silent overnight.

When you went to meet him in your usual spot to study at the library on Wednesday mornings, he was a no show, and when you texted him, he didn't respond until hours later:

Sorry, had something come up this morning.

Ken? Is everything alright?

Kento?

You called him at least 7 times, embarrassingly enough, and all of them went to voicemail. Finally, he replied:

I'm really busy with exams. I think it's best if we take time apart to focus on our studies and finish the semester.

Was this about Kusakabe? Because if so I can explain...

Silence.

Kento, please.

And he never responded after that.

You didn't push the issue. You knew Kento didn't like to be bothered when he was upset, but God, having him disappear on you like this as though your two favorite hoodies weren't collecting dust in his dresser drawer cut you deeper than any knife.

How do you get over someone who was never yours to begin with?

It seemed like he was dead set on acting like you never existed, like you never saw him when he had nobody, before he became this big shot in college with all the ladies. Like you didn't support him after he lost Haibara and like you didn't have a thousand inside jokes and a shared language between you in the form of pizza, drawing sharpie on his studded belts and each other's notebooks, 80s anime, and loud music that only comes from knowing somebody for so long.

No, it seemed like that Kento you knew was gone, or he was at least acting like he was. And it was all because of stupid jealousy and a date you never actually went on.

The CD that you had burned just for him and clumsily wrapped in Munchlax wrapping paper was weighing in your pocket. You hoped and prayed that even if this was really going to be goodbye, that at least he wouldn't hate you before he went.

----

"Alright *hic*, everyone gather round, gather round."

99% of the attendees are already sloshed as the participants stumble to form a circle around the room for the gift exchange. You couldn't help but notice Atsuya's arm around a mystery date. Seems he took the rejection rather well.

The frat leader stood on a chair in front, yelling incoherent directions you only caught the tail end of, due to the man across the room you couldn't shift your gaze from.

It was Kento, clad in an MCR Christmas sweater with the sleeves rolled up on his forearms(that seemed a little bulkier than you remember), half drunk bottle of Fat Tire beer in his hand, and that amber gaze scanning the room until it came to a stop directly on you.

A noticeable look of shock broke across your face and you looked down immediately. You were certain he caught you, and out of your peripherals you notice he's not phased in the slightest. He simply raises the beer bottle to his lips again, still eyeing you wordlessly from across the room.

The old Kento would have looked away, but this new Kento (possibly emboldened by the free flowing booze), wasn't backing down from you. The rounds of secret santa reveals dredge on from one after another, most of the participants being too drunk to even stand up.

You've lost track of who has who, but you honestly don't care by this point. Your hands are growing clammy and your leg is bouncing more and more restlessly as it approaches your turn to give your gift to Kento.

But, as Shoko stands up next to you and presents her gift to Utahime, you can't help but notice an unknown girl approach Kento from behind, slipping into the seat next to him. Is this the same one he was supposed to take to the dance? You can't tell. There's been so many girls around him by now, you've honestly lost track.

Attention diverted, he turns to her, and she has the audacity to scoot closer and touch his arm. Your mind feels fuzzy as surely the scene playing out in front of you must be a dream. But you only seem to watch it from an out-of-body lense as you see his lips curl into a smile and lean in a little closer to hear what she's saying, their thighs touching.

She's got different hair than you. A completely different style and aesthetic. Probably smart. Probably far more interesting. An absolute knock out. She's the opposite height, opposite build from you. She's the walking antonym of everything that you are not and the ideal encapsulation of everything you wished you could be. She looks so cookie cutter next to him and the soft way he grinned at her looked like one of the special grins he used to give you.

It's too damn much.

The party continues on without interruption when nobody seems to even care or notice that you left. Kento's CD lands discarded on the chair in the wake of hot tears pouring out of your eyelids and ruining your eyeliner as you bolt out of the door.

-----

It's Christmas break, why in the fuck are there no taxis available right now?

You stand pitifully, thumb raised in the snow on the curb trying to hail a cab. You were in no state to drive and your mind was whirring a million miles per hour. At least the agony of what you just witnessed was being temporarily overshadowed by the mind numbing cold the longer you stood out there.

Your mind replayed again all of the times you thought for certain would be the one that he'd finally tell you he loved you. All of the glances, all of the touches that happened by accident, all of the things he remembered about you and the awkward hugs he used to give.

You guess this whole time you were operating with your blinders on. It took you messing everything up and another girl waltzing into the picture for the rose colored lenses to come off and realize that, like always, your mind was right and listening to your heart gets you absolutely nowhere.

No matter how many deep talks and sleepless nights and unspoken words and tears you exchanged over the course of your friendship with Kento, there would always be somebody better. Perhaps he was only ever meant to be nothing more than a friend until he outgrew you completely and the relationship ran its course. You had fallen to the wayside, and you only had yourself to blame for foolishly believing that he was ever worth leaping for.

-----

"Awww looks like emo girl tapped out!"

Kento jerks his head in the direction you once were, noticing the empty chair and small thin present sitting in its place. The girl next to him is still talking, but her voice fades to echoes as he searches, confused, his eyes darting all over when he realizes you must have left.

Kento looks down, his mind traveling somewhere else as the girl continues with her spiel. He puts two and two together, and feels his heart sink in his chest. In all honesty, he knew damn well what he was doing when Christina,(the girl who was now chatting him up and one of his new study partners), came to sit next to him.

He just wasn't expecting you to leave so suddenly. It was childish, he understands that now. And he realizes those feelings that have lingered beneath the surface for you for all these years can't remained buried for long. Maybe he just wanted you to feel how he felt when you agreed to that date with Atsuya.

It crushed him when he found out, so much so that he left the locker room immediately and went back to his dorm and laid down in silence for hours, listening to all the songs he never had the guts to admit were ones that he'd dedicate to you.

He even scored a 73 on his accounting quiz, something completely out of the ordinary for him. But, like most men, he bottled his feelings and chose to run away from the problem by sending you those cold texts.

Time is of the essence with every second that passes that he's not chasing you down in this snowstorm before you slip away for good.

"Hey, look, Christina? I gotta go. Sorry." He mumbled, nearly tripping over his legs as he got up, grabbed his secret santa present, zipped out of the stuffy dorm, and into the night where you disappeared.

-----

"Finally, Jesus Christ..." You murmured as a cab finally pulled up to the curb. The snowflakes started anew, and, combined with the wind chill, were making you tremble like a leaf.

"Wait!!"

Just as you were beginning to step in the backseat, you turned and saw Kento, running at light speed towards you and nearly slipping on ice. Your heart skipped a beat but you turned towards the taxi driver, giving him your address.

"731015 College Road."

"Wait! Shit, goddamn it!" Kento cursed as he skid to a stop, hand outstretched as he stopped the taxi door from slamming in his face.

"What the hell..."

Kento slid in the seat next to you, mumbling apologies as he almost crushed you with his actions, turning red when he caught his breath and was faced with yours and the taxi driver's expressions that were half flabbergasted, half annoyed.

"Same as her." He nodded, realizing his thigh was touching yours and scooting to give you more room, awkwardly looking at the ground.

The driver hmphed and shook his head, tossing his cigarette out the window as he pulled away, leaving you and Kento with no option but to endure the awkward silence of the painful ride.

The dorms you two live in are about 10 minutes away, but it feels like it's been stretched into an hour.

You can hear the scratchy sound of February Stars by Foo Fighters coming through the radio. At least you have that as a distraction.

"So, it's been a while."

"Has it?" You ask sarcastically, folding your arms and shifting your knees to point in the opposite direction.

"Look, I'm sorry..." Kento starts cautiously.

"For what?" You know exactly what you want an apology for, but your pride wants him to say it first.

"For dipping out on you like that." Kento replies, a bit uncomfortable now that the beer he downed earlier was loosening its grip. "For ignoring your calls and texts without hearing your side and being a bad friend."

"I tried to tell you, Kento. But you wouldn't even give me a chance to explain. I hope you had fun with your new girlfriend."

"... girlfriend?"

"Goodbye, Ken."

"Wait-"

The taxi screeched to a halt that made Kento flop back in his seat when you were already opening the door and practically attempting to jump out of the moving taxi.

"Goddamnit!!" Kento seethed again, then handed an extra $20 to the cab driver before jumping out, cheeks blooming red again. "For the trouble."

The cab driver raised his chin, accepting the $20 and driving off with a shake of his head.

Crazy drunk college kids and their relationship problems.

------

Kento called your name as you speed walked towards your dorm. "Stop! For two seconds, please!"

"For what?" You croak with tear streaked eyes.

"So I can tell you that I never went to winter formal. And there's nothing going on with me and Christina. There's nobody."

"Really?"

Kento huffs. "Seriously? You know me better than that. Do you honestly think I'd go to some nightmare dance?"

"I dunno. I thought I knew you, Ken. You've been acting differently lately." You resume walking again.

"How?" Kento asks, chasing you down.

"Nevermind..." You turn to put your key in the door.

"Hey, you left this." Kento hangs his head slightly as he shows you the CD he's holding, the secret Santa present you were supposed to give him.

You feel yourself freeze. "That..."

"It's got my name on it. Was it from you?"

"I mean, it was..." You go back to trying to unlock your door, the keys slipping through your fingers like butter.

Kento stands in front of you, slightly blocking your way. "You're not gonna unwrap it with me?"

You sniff and wipe a couple of tears with your free hand and avert your eyes.

Kento feels his stomach twist with guilt. How he wanted to reach out and comfort you. But the volatility of the situation leaves him unsure. He thinks for a moment, then breaks the silence.

"Look. I have the new Super Mario Bros if you wanna come over." He offers, lowering his voice as he extends this olive branch. "We can chill and do whatever. Maybe have a jam sesh like old times?"

You paused, evaluating this proposition. "For the Wii?"

"I'm stuck on World 7." He blushes.

You scoff. "Bullshit. You're the one always carrying me in that damn game."

"Okay, okay. I haven't started it, actually." He confesses.

"Wait, you haven't, why not?"

"I dunno, it..." He releases a shaky sigh. "It didn't feel right playing without you."

You take a step back, touched and a little dizzy from this whiplash at this realization that maybe he actually missed you after all.

He waits and the silence weighs heavy between you, his ears turning more pink and his stomach somersaulting more violently with each moment you don't respond.

"Please say something?" Kento pleads.

You do a quick appraisal and realize: what's the use? You couldn't say no to him even if you tried.

"What about curfew?"

"Um, well..." He rubs the back of his neck with his hand, subtle slyness in his tone. "I was sorta thinking that nobody needed to know. My roommate's gone for the holidays and it's just me."

You nodded, understanding, but also quite apprehensive with what this could mean. You weren't sure Kento was off the hook completely, but the part of you that missed him pushed you to say yes. You could sort out all of that later. For now you just missed your best friend.

"Okay. Yeah, I'd like that a lot. Lemme get some clothes from my room really quick? And I'll meet you back out here?"

"Y-yeah! Of course. Do whatever you gotta do." Kento blushed again and gave you one of those grins you so missed, relieved they were back.

—

"Ready." You smile at him a short time later as you come out of your dorm with your duffel bag with all the pins hanging off it you mostly bought and didn't shoplift from Hot Topic back in junior high. He smiles at the sight of you in your black Good Charlotte hoodie. One of his, as a matter of fact.

"That mine?" He asks, moving to the side to allow you to walk next to him in the hallway.

"Yeah, you left it here a while back." You respond sheepishly. "It was cozy to sleep in."

Kento can't ignore the warmth he feels everywhere at your admission.

"Glad it could be of assistance." He looks at you fondly as you approach the entrance to his dorm. "You're gonna wanna put that on."

Your breath halts as he carefully adjusted the collar of your hoodie, pulling the hood over your head, making sure your hair is completely concealed.

Kento pulls you in closer against his body as you two walk in the common area, blessing you with a faint concoction of cigarettes, his cologne, and that laundry detergent of his that smelled so good. You were equal parts relieved and flustered to be so close in his proximity.

Luckily there aren't many students up at this hour. A small group of guys sit in a corner with their beers and smokes, and one or two sit by themselves in various parts of the room trying to cram for last minute finals. They barely notice the imposter that Kento's sneaking in, a dark hoodied figure leaning on his shoulder.

"RIP. Man must have drank too much," they think to themselves before paying you two no more mind.

-----

"Here we go." Kento whispers as you arrive at his doorstep. He fishes his keys from his pocket attached to the friendship bracelet keychain you made for him one summer with his initials: KN. You feel a pleasant flutter of your heart when you recognized it.

You walk in Kento's small apartment which is impressively neat and cozy, with posters of his favorite bands on his wall, bookshelves lined with some of his anime figurines he collected and football jerseys and trophies on the other from his roommate.

The small, knee high Christmas tree you found on clearance together at a department store sits in the corner with a mod poge of ornaments you bought from Goodwill, smiling when you see Gary from SpongeBob, a poké ball, and a mac and cheese ornament hanging side by side.

"Make yourself at home." Kento gestures a little bashfully despite the fact that you've been over here many times, setting your overnight bag on the couch and letting you take off your shoes. "You hungry?"

"Hmm, you know what? I am, actually."

Kento smiles. "What sounds good?"

"Umm...what do you have?"

"Well, let's see." Kento strolls over to the kitchen with you in tow. "We have..." He clicks his tongue as he opens the pantry while you open the fridge door. "Granola bars, stuff for PB&Js. Protein powder."

He laughs when you make a face at him.

"Lemme see..." You take the canister of protein powder from the shelf. "Is this your roommate's?"

"Yeah. He makes shakes with it every morning."

"Blech." You shudder.

"Um, oh, we have Gushers." He pulls down the box. "Damn, there's only one." He offers it to you.

"I'm not gonna eat your last Gusher, Ken!"

"I insist." He chuckles. "C'mon. I already ate the entire box by myself."

"Share with me." You fold your arms, unwilling to budge.

"Fair enough." Kento shrugs and opens the pack for you, letting you choose the first one. You grab a blue one and pop it in your mouth with a grin, relishing the blue raspberry explosion on your tongue.

Kento looks fondly at you, popping a green one in his mouth before looking in the fridge with you. "Unfortunately we only have mostly healthy options besides the Gushers."

"Boringg." You poke your head underneath his arm to take a gander at the sparce options. You spy a bag of shredded cheese and get an idea. "Do you have tortilla chips?"

Kento catches your drift. "Yeah, actually. Nachos?"

"Nachos." You grin.

Soon, the countertop is transformed into a makeshift nachos station as you sprinkle the cheese on a high pile of chips in a bowl big enough for you two to share.

As it melts in the oven, you two take to the couch and get a head start on the new Mario Bros. The new propeller power up takes some getting used to, but you can't help the laughs and guffaws that escape you both as you play together, the never ending curse words streaming from your mouth when you lose the power up to a stray Goomba.

And, like you predicted earlier, although you come close to besting Kento in skill level, he's still standing when you two are battling Bowser Jr. and he carries you across the finish line when the shell hit and killed you at the last minute.

"God..." You drop the remote on the coffee table and he snickers as he looks over at you. "Looks like it's time for a break."

You pause the game and go back in the kitchen where you feast on the homemade nachos. Somehow they taste even better at 11 pm as the gooey cheese melts in your mouth, punctuated by the satisfying crunch of the corn tortilla chips.

Kento enjoys it too. His eyes cautiously steal glances of you popping chips in your mouth so casually in his space. He doesn't dismiss the underlying elephant in the room which is the fact that the hour is late and you're alone with these implications between you that neither have been bold enough to give a voice to thus far.

He needs to figure out a way to broach the topic, but he's drawing a blank.

"I have a confession, Ken."

His mind jumps to fight or flight, but his legs keep him right where he is. He wasn't expecting you to start this mid-nacho, but he guesses better to rip the bandaid off now.

"Yes?"

"...I'm still hungry." You throw him that adorable look that you reserved especially for when you were about to be begging for something.

And he's a willing victim in this cute little trap you laid. That wide glimmer in your pupils could get him to do whatever you wanted.

"Well, what were you thinking of getting?" He cocks his head.

"I'm thinking these nachos have me craving Taco Bell."

And who is he to say anything but yes? Especially since the mention of Taco Bell sets off a resounding grumble in his stomach that even surprises him.

"Alright, deal."

----

The hour is well past when you two should be asleep by now, several cheesy gorditas, Cinnabon bites and nacho fries later washed down with Baja Blast and more booze.

You're underneath a blanket next to him on his bed. The twin size of the mattress leaves you no option but to be right up against him with your thighs and arms touching. The mood has certainly shifted, with both of you scared to be the first to acknowledge it.

"Well..."

You can't help but burst out laughing.

"What?" Kento looks at you incredulously. He can't help but nervously laugh along when your wheeze of laughter ends up being more funny than the persistent awkwardness.

"I...nothing." You shake your head, backing down from opening the can of worms yet again.

Kento sighs. "Well, um. Should we open my present before we pass out?"

Your stomach feels that familiar pit building inside it. All the fast food you just ate certainly isn't helping the case either as it does slow somersaults with the reveal you know is coming. "Yeah, go for it."

Kento can pick up on your discomfort, because in all honesty he feels the same. But there's no time like the present. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't dying to know what you got him either.

He sits up, reaching towards the edge of the bed where the present is sitting. He reads the sticker that says in sharpie:

To: Kento 🖤

From: your secret santa

He wonders if his heartbeat is audible on your end as he earnestly tears the wrapping paper off(after appreciating your choice in wrapping paper as one of his favorite Pokemons) until the CD is all that remains. His eyes widen and he reads aloud the message written on the CD again in sharpie:

I'm sorry Kento. Merry Christmas.

Love was written and signed off with your name right underneath.

"Thank you. Really, I...this means a lot." Kento normally tripped over his words but you really left him speechless this time. Trading music was a religion between you two already, but this gesture of burning a CD for him was one you had never done for him before.

"You're welcome, Ken." You answer in a way you hope is cheerful.

Kento stands up, walking over to his CD player. There's a click and a mechanic whirr disturbing the quiet space as it roars to life. He loads it up then closes the tray, pressing play on Track #1, and turning bright red when the Peavey speaker absolutely blasts the song at full volume unexpectedly, making both of you jump 10 feet in the hair.

"FUCK! SHIT!! Oh, shit..." He mumbles as he cranks the volume control down. "Sorry...Jesus, fuck..."

You can't help but laugh, much more loose now the initial shock was over with and at Kento's adorable scared expression. "You shoulda seen your face just now!"

Kento shakes his head and teases back as he walks back to the bed to sit next to you. "Y-you looked just as ridiculous, y'know."

You giggle. "Sureeeee." You glance at the window. "Ya think your neighbors are gonna snitch on us for playing music too loud at 2 am?"

"Fuck if I know..." Kento sighs, laying his head back against the headboard as he takes his place next to you. "Let's just...listen to the music, alright?"

"Yessir, Kento, sir."

"Don't say that." Kento pokes you playfully with his elbow.

"Why not?" You prod back.

"Makes me sound like I'm old as shit or something..." Kento huffs, but he smiles at you all the same.

You both go back to listening, and he perks up in recognition.

"We the Kings. Alright, not a bad start, not bad at all." He smiles and closes his eyes. You look over at him, at your best friend with his relaxed expression.

The way those long bangs fell backwards over his forehead to showcase those enchanting eyes that could be so elusive, that Adam's apple that bobbed in his throat, the way his humble beauty never left his face no matter what state it was in. And, right now was your favorite, with his head thrown back and his body right next to yours listening to your favorite music in the world, hands dangerously close together on your respective laps.

You look straight ahead again as the song plays. Gradually, the curve of Kento's closed lip smile begins to slowly fade as he catches wind of the lyrics from the song currently playing: Rain Falls Down.

I hear your voice and what we talk about

And I'm trying to say what won't come out

Yeah, I'm trying to fix what's broken now

And I'm wishing that I could take your hand

And set you on some untouched land

Just so you are never sad again

And the world you've known will somehow end

There's a beating to your heart

That I just can't be apart

I can feel the rain fall down on us together

Just wait for the sunshine

Let's wait for the new day

When we can get away

It's me and you held close together

Hold on for the long ride

This won't be easy

Tonight

Hear my voice and know that I am here

I'm always there to wipe away your tears

I lay your hair behind your gentle ear

And tell you there is nothing more to fear

You are the reason I am the best I'll be

So let me stitch your heart so it won't bleed

And I won't rest until you finally breathe

'Cause I still love you more than anything

The song eventually ends and you can't deny there's more tension in the air than before you started. However, Kento wonders if maybe it was just coincidence. After all, what were songs nearly always about at least half the time? Love.

You're staring at your Nightmare Before Christmas socks, too nervous to even look at him, wondering if he's figured it out. But, you catch your breath when the next song starts playing and it doesn't seem to be the case just yet.

Kento wouldn't have guessed you'd put one of his favorite songs by Bright Eyes on the CD, either. Funny enough, this one happens to be one of several songs on that top secret playlist of his that he dreamed of dedicating to you one day. He's only astonished you managed to beat him to it. This time he's listening with you, it hits him like a rock.

And so I thought I'd let you know

Yeah, these things take forever, I especially am slow

But I realized that I need you

And I wondered if I could come home

Remember the time you drove all night

Just to meet me in the morning?

And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed

You felt as if you'd just woke up

And you said

"This is the first day of my life

I'm glad I didn't die before I met you

But now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you

And I'd probably be happy"

So if you wanna be with me

With these things there's no telling

We just have to wait and see

But I'd rather be working for a paycheck

Than waiting to win the lottery.

Besides, maybe this time is different

I mean, I really think you like me

The song ends and it's quiet for a moment before the next song starts.

"I wasn't expecting that..." Kento uttered quietly. You turned, and he was already looking at you. The third song, All My Heart by Sleeping Sirens begins to play in the background.

There's so many things that I could say

But I'm sure it would come out all wrong

You've got something that I can't explain

Still I'll try and try and let you know

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" You notice his voice is thick, emotion where you weren't expecting it as your own tears well up once again.

"I wanted to. Believe me, I wanted to, Ken. I literally tried to-'

"I mean before..." Kento clarifies, grateful the dim bedroom makes the heat in his face somewhat less visible. "A-all this time, I mean..." He sighs wearily, and makes a shaky inhale, his shoulders begging to be relieved of this burden that he's carried since exactly one week after he first met you in elementary school.

It's spanned years and ebbed and flowed, but it has never left him completely. It was more than just a crush. It may have started out that way, but to label something so special that's endured this long would be doing you the disservice of a century.

You meant so much more than that to him. He'd give you the entire world for the simple fact that in his eyes, you were forever worthy of it.

"We've known each other for ages..." Kento's voice hovers above a whisper and it lingers next to your ear. "I wish you told me."

That first summer we spent's one we'll never forget

Looking for any kind of reason to escape all the mess that

We thought was what made us

Ain't it funny now? We can see

We're who we're meant to be

His voice is much closer to you now, and you're still afraid to fully turn and look up at him directly for fear that you wouldn't be able to hold back once you did.

"What's the point?" Your tears slip past your waterline once again and create trails of hot salt on your cheeks. "You've already outgrown me, Ken. Tonight has been wonderful, but let's not pretend like you haven't been distant lately and a completely different person."

Kento's heart breaks and in defiance, he turns your chin to finally look up at him. He's alarmed to see all the tears running incessantly and he feels it wrench when he realizes he's the cause for them.

"But how?" He asks quietly as he turns his thumbs into tissues to wipe them away. He can't help the thought at the forefront of his mind as he does this: you're still unbelievably stunning this way. Emotions worn boldly on your sleeve: puffy eyes, snotty nose and all.

"I thought you were tired of me. I mean, Atsuya told me you were..."

There's too many times I have to say

I could have been better and stronger for you and me

You always make me feel okay

Those late summers we spent, stay up talking all night

I'd ask "you think we'd ever make it?"

You'd say "I'm sure if it's right"

Ain't it funny to think just how stupid I used to be

Hope you always believe

You still have all of my

You still have all of my heart

It clicks for him all at once and now he wants to kick himself in the shins.

"This is still about Christina and the formal, isn't it?"

You hiccup as you shudder a little bit more as the tears still don't relent. "E-ever since junior year started, Kento. It was just everything. I thought I was losing you with all this attention that you were getting. I thought I was being left behind. You've always been so smart. A-and those girls are all really pretty, smart, and funny..." You hang your head in shame and Kento's heart skips a beat, staring at you in disbelief.

How could you not see that you were pretty, and every bit as smart and funny?

"Even if you didn't feel the same, I didn't want to lose my best friend. But I didn't wanna hold you back either..."

Kento brings you into his chest as he lets you sob into it without saying anything else right away. How painfully obvious the answer was all this time and here he stood with his head proudly in the sand, partly with blind acceptance of all this unsolicited attention that fed his ego, not knowing he was doing it to distract himself from what he's known clearly all along: being utterly in love with you.

"You could never, ever lose me." Kento answers, cupping your face, bringing your gaze back to meet his. "You're not holding me back, either."

You want to look away with embarrassment with how snotty and disgusting you must look right now as you just sobbed and sobbed your eyes out in front of him but he's not deterred, not even in the least as he sooths you with his lulling voice.

"I never went to the dance. I swear on my life. I talked to Christina at the party tonight because I was jealous of you and Atsuya but that was a dick move of me. I'm not ever gonna be stupid enough to put myself in a position to lose you again. I'm not gonna hurt you like that ever again. I swear to you..."

Those tender pools like melted caramel of his travel down to where your lips part softly in surprise with every emotional confession he gives you. These were details he only ever dreamed about. Part of him wonders how he could even be this close to possibly finding out and crossing that line between fantasy and reality to where you'd no longer be just a daydream to him.

"And I don't want anyone else..." He whispers. "It's you I've wanted. It's always been you. It's always ever going to be you. They couldn't come close to you even if they tried." He holds your hands more earnestly as he continues with this fire that was lit underneath him that emboldened him with each sacred truth he unraveled.

"Can you forgive me? Can you forgive me for being the world's biggest dumbass? I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I-"

His train of thought is quickly evaporated under the object of your loving stare, and the dwindling space between your face and his. For a moment he forgets how to breathe, once again marveling at how pure you were, even in the afterglow of your tears.

Especially in the afterglow, when your cheeks shone with the gleam they left behind, leaving the windows to your soul exposed to his. You remind him how to breathe again when that soft swipe of your thumbs over the back of his hand anchors him to this moment with you right before the fall.

There's only one thing left to do and it's like you two move in sync as you lean towards one another and the song continues to blare in the background.

Let them talk and talk and talk

Let them say what they want

We will laugh at the thought they don't know what we've got

The first meeting of your lips began as the most dainty brush. Kento's not sure how hard or soft to kiss you, and so he plays it overly safe, making himself almost as stiff as cardboard as he freezes at the first contact, hands still a clammy mess as they cling to yours.

At first, you were a little thrown off by the reluctance, momentarily worrying if he didn't actually want to kiss after all. You try to reassure him by leaning a little bit closer, using one of your hands to hold the side of his neck.

To your relief, Kento melts in response as though your touch granted him permission. You stay locked like that for a while in your first kiss and a half, lips molded harshly against the other's.

Neither of you want to be the one who ends the kiss, so you hold it for as long as you possibly can until you realize you've been going without oxygen a moment too long and you hastily break apart, softly exhaling against his open mouth, leaving Kento blooming the deepest shade of red he's been all night.

"S-sorry that was kinda..." Kento clears his throat, the shade of red worsening with mortification at how sweaty his hands were. "You're... you're my first, so..."

You smile at him, determined to put him at ease which he felt immediately with tingles blooming in his ribcage as you leaned in and tenderly brushed noses with him.

"It was perfect."

And you meant it. For two awkward college kids who barely found themselves venturing into romantic territory after being friends for so long, that kiss couldn't have gone any other way for you two.

But, you don't want to end your exploration here just yet, and Kento doesn't either. These deserted hours past midnight, the romantic tunes, and the enticing way he looks right now encourages you more and more to press the gas pedal.

"Do you wanna do it again?" He asks and he beams when you say yes. He leans in again, a bit hurriedly but he catches himself as he learned from the last time to slow down a bit. He releases both of your hands and cups your face this time.

You allow him to take the lead, letting him drink his fill of your beautiful face. The flutter of your eyelashes over a pair of irises with a color that made him feel weightless, the arch of your brows, and the hypnotic parting of your lips. You stun him in the rawest way and make him melt where he sits.

Unknown to you, all of those times you did your hair and makeup and wore your best outfits before tonight don't hold a candle to the way you look to him right now. It's because this one was fully intended for him in the sanctity of this moment when you've been your most vulnerable with him, in all of your precious, pure and unfiltered honesty.

And you could not be more beautiful to him than that.

He expresses this by wordlessly bringing his mouth to yours once more, cautious then loving all at once as he allows them to engulf you completely.

Every year that goes by, a year older we are

You'll still be beautiful then, bless your beautiful heart

They'll talk and talk and talk

How crazy is it?

Someone could waste their whole life, helplessly

Just patiently waiting for a love like you and me

This second kiss carried sparks more potent than the first. You become amazed at how quickly he learned as he begins to slowly open his lips against yours, embarking in their first slow dance together as they daintily pucker and press, before they seamlessly pick up a rhythm. You glide your tongue along his bottom lip until he responds with his own, the feeling trickling hotly to your core like lava.

The slick and wet roll of your tongues that map and trail thoroughly inside your mouth and his leaves Kento particularly dizzy, softly panting intermittently between each reunion. The faint taste of sunscreen from his Blistex chapstick mixes well with your raspberry lip gloss. Each little moan he makes is laced with the baritone of his normal speaking voice, the masculinity of it and his growing weakness causes you to move with more urgency, kissing him more passionately.

Kento's not opposed to this invitation one bit and he adjusts his fervor to meet yours, sitting up and pulling you into his lap. This new position unlocks a new level of ferality in your brain. His size quickly gives himself away as you feel his bulge pulse in his skinny jeans where the thin barrier of your leggings allows you a sinful sneak peek. All bets are off now as the walls between you have completely crumbled.

"Kento..."

"Baby, please...holy fuck..."

You grind against him, pausing after every roll of your hips for the friction to linger, chasing that relief for your aching clit that could only be cured by humping his fat cock.

Kento feels his restraint loosen impossibly fast. It felt like he went from never driving to speeding on the interstate. It's a lot all at once, but holy fuck does it feel good.

He allows you to overpower him, laying backwards on the bed with his head on the pillows as he pulls you on top of him.

"I didn't go on that date with Atsuya..." You pant then squeal at the abrupt change in position. "I swear to God, Ken. I didn't, fuck, I couldn't..."

Kento feels himself lighting on fire from this knowledge, seizing your ass cheeks in his hands as he too chases that feeling, that pulsing of your pretty pussy over his cock that he just knew was soaking through the fabric.

"Haa-aah....y-you didn't?" He throws his head back with his jaw dropped open, letting a heady moan escape as you kiss and suck his neck with uncaged vigor, still focusing on thrusting his hips upwards against yours where they magnetize and shove against your clothed cunt with building greed.

"I-I didn't, baby I swear to God..." Wetness builds in the corners of your eyes as he positions you directly over his thigh instead, hands flying to help you tear off your hoodie as he encourages you to ride him.

You lean down and kiss him deeply again, your breasts squishing against him and threatening to spill from your cups as the motion of you riding his thigh causes one of the straps to spill over your shoulder.

"I don't know what I was thinking...just thought about you the whole time. Just wanted you, Ken...I couldn't do it... I promise, I'm so sorry-"

"Aa-aah, fuck...I-I believe you, sweetheart." Kento's eyes clench closed in ecstacy, his hands following the dizzying pattern of your hips as they bumped and churned on his thigh.

"Fuck me I...I..." He pants, a sheen coat of sweat beginning to dot his forehead. "I'm not gonna fuckin last like this, baby, God...."

You show him a little mercy, stalling your hips as you dipped your head down to passionately make out with him again, postponing the tension of the tight coil that was building low in your belly. You both hummed pleasantly as you enjoyed kissing one another deeply again. The softness of the act was a welcome distraction from Kento nearly cumming all at once in his pants, dual wet spots from you both in your underwear and his boxers bearing the proof.

"Can I...be inside you?" He aims his next kiss at your throat, his lips thrumming with the tender melody of your sigh at his question.

"Are you sure, baby?" You greedily roll your hips again and he groans loudly. Clearly, you didn't need much convincing.

"Yeah I'm sure." Your foreheads meet one another and his thumbs skim your cheeks. "I have protection too." He adds before nuzzling against you.

"As long as you're certain you want your first time to be with me..."

"I'm positive." He replies, the reminder from the subtle pressure of you spread out on top of him makes him fight to bite back the desperation in his tone.

"You're the only one I ever wanted to do this with." He confesses, his cheek twitching when a section of your hair tickles his face, fanning a subtle waft of your PINK perfume. He flushes again and massages up the soft sides of your waist as he speaks.

"Just...just bear with me if...if I don't know what I'm doing or just tell me what feels good and I'll do it."

You nod and smile with a wave of anticipation for what's coming, "Of course, Kento. You're completely safe with me. And I trust you too."

Tonight wasn't your first time. You had a few sexual encounters but none of them were anything worth writing home about. There was no question that tonight with Kento was already leaps and bounds better than anything you ever experienced before, and the feelings that ran deeply between you weaved it with an undercurrent that made it even more special than any connection you've made. His pureness, his consideration for you, his sweetness towards you made you want to do anything for him.

"Good, good."

"Well..."

Awkward silence.

"Should we take off our clothes?" He inquires awkwardly.

"Mm, well, we could always keep kissing while we do it. Makes things a little bit more fun if you want to try."

"Yeah, yeah let's try it."

You smile down at him, tucking the stray pieces of your hair out of the way as you resumed locking lips with him again.

Unexpectedly, Kento takes the reins. Before, the kisses were experimental, slow and tender to express your affection. Now, you kissed as though to express your mutual, stirring desire. Kento moved his lips and tongue as if he was trying to devour you, pushing against you as he sat back up and pulled you into his lap again.

You tug on his bottom lip with your teeth and he hisses and responds by grabbing your breasts. When he does, you release his lip and whine into his mouth. He smirks, pleased with this effect he was having on you, feeling more and more brave the longer he stays immersed in this steamy experience with you. His long fingers quickly move to your bra clasp.

"Okay?" He pants, cheeks still dusted with color. The evidence of his exertion from him putting in the work with you leaves you swooning quite a bit as you take in his pretty, blush tinged face.

You nod and the bra clasp comes undone with little resistance. The weight of your soft globes bounces in the most alluring way when they spill from the cups of cloth. Kento groans, completely mesmerized from the first glance, letting his eyes roam and soak you up, moving back to look up at you where you sit perched in his lap, the perfect position for him to worship.

"You're so beautiful..." He whispers. "So, so beautiful...." He brings your breasts together, loving the line that forms down the middle when he squishes them together, and the way your nipples peek between his fingers. It was awfully possessive, viewing them this way, reserved for his eyes and for his touch only.

He wishes to claim them even more and leans in without a second thought, licking your left tit into his mouth. You throw your head back at the same time his eyes his roll back in his skull, starting to ride the outline of his cock through his jeans as he sucks and laps up your breast to his heart's content.

He pulls back a bit, a saliva string that drips around the pointed end of your nipple and continues in a slick trail as he moves to the right. He surprises you and pins you underneath him, mouth still attached to your right tit. You purr at him as you play with his hair while he sucks in your tits, memorizing the way his blonde locks run like silk through your fingers, how your thighs look now that they're spread on either side of his lean waist.

You help him unzip his skinny jeans, peeling them down as he finishes his work on your breasts that now gleam shiny with his spit, bidding both farewell as he hollows his cheeks and sucks his lips abruptly, leaving both nipples in a pointed puckered state from his tongue.

He watches as you slip out of your leggings underneath him, reaching down to help you tug them off, entranced with the soft flesh that dimples and only adds to the supple, divine figure you possess that he's touched himself at night to countless times. You're completely bare to him now besides your panties, kissed in the moonlight with your hair behind you like a halo.

"You're so perfect..." He praises you again, the shadows lining his face that was surely burning under the warmth of your ethereal gaze.

"I don't understand how I'm so lucky."

"I'm the lucky one." You reassure him as your lovely mouth curls into his favorite smile, gazing in his eyes as you go to rub his cock through his boxers. However, your pupils expand in shock when you're met with a heavy package that doesn't even fit in your hand.

Kento blushed as he noticed your reaction to his size, standing off to the side of the bed and stripping down, sliding his boxers hastily down his long legs. His cock is a slight beige that's sweaty, long, and pink at the tip, and it flops out in front of you all of its manly glory.

You feel equal parts aroused and scared. There is absolutely no shortage of size anywhere on his intimate area. Your pupils expand again as you observe how the circumference is almost proportional to its length, to his large set of balls.

His pubes are neatly trimmed, but there's certainly a generous amount that makes up the forest of dark hair, different from the color on his head that bushes around his thick base. It dances up his belly button in a pattern that makes your brain go fuzzy and your clit throb for attention.

Even if he looks like he could split you in half, you can't help how absolutely heavenly he looks in this moment, looking down at you with shyness and anticipation, like he's equally excited for what's about to happen, and that he hopes you like what you see.

"You're absolutely perfect, Kento..." You whisper. Your fingertips find his in the dark, eyes still locked on each other as he entertwines with yours.

"Every inch of you."

"No way, you're the perfect one..." He takes your hands in both his palms, bringing them to his mouth to plant a set of tender kisses on both sets of knuckles before he turns to his dresser to retrieve one of the condoms that he's had forever but never used, elated that it's with you.

"No way." You shake your head and he blows air through his lips. Before he can slide the condom on, you stop him, "Wait..."

Kento's eyes go wide as he watches you crawl seductively towards him, breasts bouncing, beautiful, and bare across his bed and eye level with his staggering length.

"Let me make you feel good. Please?"

Kento's always wanted a blow job. Truth was, he was hoping that he could possibly get his first tonight with you, but he'd never, ever ask in a million years. He felt like that was way too forward, and the last thing he'd want is to make you uncomfortable or make himself look like a selfish guy. He can't help but feel impossibly turned on in this moment, turning to you with a lustful expression.

"R-really?"

"I'd love to." You purr, aiming your gaze innocently through your eyelashes as you softly kiss his bulging tip. "Let me pleasure you, Kento..."

He tilts his head as he looks down on you, fingers cradling the corner of your jaw as you stick out your tongue, swirling it around the pink tip. Kento shudders immediately and you relish his sensitivity to just the careful licks of your tongue, imagining just how responsive he must be when you're taking the full thing in your mouth, or your pussy.

Your tongue laps slowly around the tip, and then the underside of his shaft, goading him slowly until you wrap your mouth around as much of him as he can, until you slowly begin to bob your head.

"Fffuck...." Kento almost loses his footing at where he's standing next to the bed, hands immediately anchoring themselves in your hair as he can't help but chase that fuzzy feeling you're giving him all over, beginning to rhythmically move his hips into each motion of your pretty lips down the veiny length of his cock.

"That-haaah, please, please keep going..."

You smile and coo to let him know you have absolutely no plans of stopping anytime soon.

He's so soft. His taste is nothing unpleasant or particularly delicious, but oddly rousing in his own way. His faint musk from his bush and salt from his skin makes you want to seek more of him so you can taste him properly, until he's dripping down your throat, or between your legs, you're not picky at all by this point. And feeling him throb in your mouth with every soft purr and moan you give him to let him know how good he feels is so fucking sweet.

"Shit...shit..." Kento pulls out of your warmth unexpectedly, panting and wincing as he feels his balls draw tight, aching by this point as he inadvertently edged himself.

"I'm sorry, aaah..." He grunts and takes a deep breath.

"Are you okay, Ken?" You ask, slightly alarmed as you scoot over and allow him to sit down.

"I'm...I'm perfect." He puffs. "Just...just thought I was gonna cum back there, and I didn't want to. Not yet." He blushes. "I'm really sorry about that. I really really liked it."

"No, don't be sorry." You lean your head on his shoulder, the tunes from the CD were still playing. You two take a breather, pausing to listen to some Margot and the Nuclear So and Sos.

"It-hah...it felt really fucking good, just to let you know." Kento interrupts, one of his hands coming to trace over your spine.

"Haha, I'm so glad." You whisper, moving your lips to kiss his cheek, giving his ear a little lick.

Kento exhales tiredly and you smile as you see him twitch and start to go fully erect again. So adorable.

"Are you sleepy?" You ask, beginning to leave more kisses on his cheeks, then jaw which he's started to clench.

"N-No..." Kento sighs as he closes his eyes. "No way. I'm not ever tired for you." He lays you back on the pillows before rolling the condom on his cock. Then, he returns to kissing down your neck and chest until he gingerly lays his chin on your sternum, just below your breasts.

"I'll just go slow? And tell me if it hurts?"

You nod, doing your best to not tense up when you remember his size you have to contend with. But still, you craved him inside of you more than anything. If there was any cause worthy of getting your insides rearranged for, it would be by Kento, every single time.

"Just...uhm, look at me?" Kento orders sheepishly.

You smile, endeared that he's so eager to try and sit in the driver's seat for once.

"Okay." You look up at him, tenderness lining your pupils and the corners of your eyes soften as you look at Kento on top of you.

Kento smiles back down at you, balancing above you on his forearms, flexing a little bit in adorable display, all for you. You giggle, running your hands up and down his biceps which were surprisingly solid.

He always hid his figure underneath his baggy shorts and hoodies, and you can't help but feel so lucky again that he was being so vulnerable with you like this, electricity running in a steady thrum underneath your skin when you feel him start to ease his weight on top of you.

"You're so beautiful..." He murmurs the phrase like it's the only one he knows. Like he wasn't ever meant to speak unless the words were spent acknowledging the true depths of your beauty, lest it go completely wasted.

He kisses you softly again, daintily licking his tongue into your mouth, pumping his cock up and down. While doing so you feel him gently spread you open with one of his knees. He cradles your head, still keeping himself connected to your lips as he teases his cock in circles near your clit.

Kento didn't have experience, but he did watch plenty of porn. He has a pretty good idea of what he needs to do to make sure you're well warmed up. And ultimately for you, and he'd spend into next morning figuring it out if he needs to.

He takes note when he feels you break away from the kiss to pant and press your head back a little further into his pillow, a sign that he's rubbing and stimulating you right where he needs to. He breathes softly, sweet breath tickling your face as his eyes gently flicker and roam over you, every sip of you he drinks threatening to be the drop too many that leaves him intoxicated.

He uses the round squishy tip of his cock to press and rub your pussy, drawing circles and very barely dipping into your dripping entrance that was starting to build and leak a steady pool of juices. He lays his cock flat against your clit, watching his meaty shaft be hugged by both wet folds as it slides up, and down, the ribbed edges of the condom are even more pronounced with Kento's veins to give your puffy clit all the euphoric friction you need.

"Kento..." You mewl out again, and he uses his kiss to swallow your cry before you can get too loud as he moves to guide himself inside you.

Pure warmth with the wettest silk is all he knows as he slowly enters you for the first time. He's being absolutely gripped by you on all sides like an intoxicating vice, feeling you hug and squeeze and pulse with life around him.

"Baby...holy...fuck..." Kento breathes out, sucking in air through his teeth. He's practically delirious from this foreign feeling, fighting with every ounce of strength he has to continue going slow and not give into that primal itch that's aching to be scratched to fuck you senseless into the bed springs.

He thought the blowjob was heaven, however being inside of you was the hidden pot of honey where he realized he needed to be all this time.

You feel his veins, his curve, the consistent way he throbs in response to every time you clench around him. The shaky and breathless effect you're having on him and hearing his gorgeous voice, soft and gentle in your ear is summoning and releasing butterflies in your belly that you never knew existed. However, you'd be lying if you said his size wasn't pushing you to your absolute limits. You're reminded on all fronts that you're full of him every time you move with every inch he feeds you, now about halfway inside. He is the most endowed man you've had sex with by far, and you whine softly from the stretch.

When he hears your whimpers, he pulls out immediately and sits back on his knees, relieving you with his tongue. His flat, warm muscle laps up the nectar oozing underneath your clit and swirls in figure eights in every sensitive spot he can reach. He's hooked on the taste he left from being joined to you temporarily and presses his face into your dripping warmth, soaking his chin.

You arch your back, toes curled, and he utterly groans, locking an arm around each thigh as he slowly drags his nose back and forth, bumping your clit in the process.

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Time has now slipped away, completely swallowed up by the wintry night and in every single secret, intimate, steamy, filthy, tender thing that's unraveled tonight in Kento's bed.

By some miracle he's held on like a champion until you both are drenched in sweat, although it becomes clear he's at his limit, the condom practically sliding off with the surplus of sweat and precum you conjured up from him. You both heave with exhaust that's made it's way to the fogged windowsill in the confined space and all the time that's been whittled away in this passionate encounter.

He's licked your warm cunt until an ocean is practically pouring out of you, he's sucked both your nipples into his mouth again to the point that they're most certainly branded with love marks and not just his spit. He's wiggled and curled those long fingers of his inside your silky pussy until you snapped like a rubber band at least twice.

Now, he hovers above you again after putting on a fresh condom, harder than a rock and searing with ache. He kisses you and grunts when he feels you deepen it immediately, apparently eager to taste your nectar after it's been inside his mouth. Now, his cock glides into you, warm and snug, filling every inch perfectly like you two were separately divinely crafted to fit each other.

"So good, Kento..." You reward him with that mellifluous way you rasp out his name, and he cradles your head in his hands as though you could break.

And all you can do as you stare at one another, bodies fully engulfed as he gently rocks his hips, is hold each other close and walk that up that staircase to heaven together, years and years of knowing one another already behind you as the seamless foundation you can use as a bridge.

Kento imagines this is as close to what married people must feel like on their honeymoon. As far as he's concerned in this moment, your pussy is the only pussy he'd like to fuck for the rest of his life.

What would wasting even a precious second on someone else do for him? There's no need. The connection that burns between you right now has long exceeded anything physical, leaving carnality and greed long in the dust and burning in the surplus of time between you that you had already spent.

Now, it's something profoundly emotional that all words fall short of conveying, but only in the gentle push and sway of your bodies moving and rippling like wild tides out at sea as one. It's especially meaningful as he hands over every bit of himself to you. The piece and part of his soul that was untouched, now forever claimed by you, and you only, none else.

"I love you." He whispers and kisses you again, those eyes of sweetest honey amber.

"I love you so much..." He begins to move a little faster against you, his declaration leaving his body with searing passion in its wake. "I always have."

"I love you, Kento...with all my heart." You gasp and feel your jaw slacken, the coil in your lower belly tightening with impossible tension with each deafening thrust. He whines a little louder as his cock slips and squelches with silky obscenity.

"Fuck I...I have to...I'm sorry." He mumbles and kisses you hard, as he holds up your legs and folds them to your chest as he begins to thrust into you lewdly in mating press.

"Kento!"

You cry out his name and he swallows it again, taking care that whatever beautiful sound he can wring out of you stays in this heated space you built together, all for his eyes and ears only. His cock fills, stretches, and impossibly stokes at those leftover embers from all the previous fires he ignited inside you tonight.

Now, you both move and grind with freedom, with sweetest absolution from straying past those lines of friendship you both ached and longed to shatter, set free from your cage with the tender profession of your mutual love.

Your skin smacks and sticks, drenched and salty from resistance built from perspiration and arousal. The heat is almost uncomfortable, but it's all forgotten when you look at him and he gazes down at you with those eyes you have seared into your memory. Your pleasure and love is the very forefront of your brain that guides you down this road, a path you're not afraid of so long as he's the one next to you.

"Gonna cum, I'm gonna....FUCK!"

He yanks you into his mouth again, this time using your kiss as an echo chamber to stifle his sounds as he unloads himself. He shudders as the tension rolls off of him and settles into you like cascading dominoes.

He whimpers quietly, still locked inside your kiss as he jerks sharply a few times for good measure despite the barrier of the condom catching all his cum, bringing his thumb back to your clit as he does so as though to demonstrate what he'd do exactly if the barrier were not in place.

You fall off not long after, with a shiver and tremble that dies in a broken cry against his lips.

"That was...."

"Perfect."

He releases all his weight onto you but it doesn't phase you one bit, his pressure and embrace a welcome respite as you weakly glide down from your peaks. After a moment when he collects his breath, he rolls onto his back next to you, keeping his fingers tangled with yours.

"Y-yeah. To be honest I dunno if perfect comes close.." Kento closes his eyes as he feels sleep begin to rouse in his eyelids with the clearing haze.

"More than perfect.....What's a word for that?" You smile, sleep beginning to tinge the sound of your voice as well.

He lets out a huff, then chuckles. "I dunno, babe. You did kind of just reset my brain back there..."

"We'll go with more than perfect, then. How about heaven?"

He nods and exhales, but the smile that curves at his lips is undeniable in his tone. "That sounds about right to me." He turns to you. "You okay?"

"I'm okay, I just." You look out at the window, briefly surveying the sights available to you in the present moment: the flurry of snowflakes in the window, the dip of the mattress where he lays next to you, the shadow of his eyes, the glow that raptures both of your skin.

"Things aren't ever gonna be the same with us, are they?"

"No, I guess not." He scoots closer to you, noses inches away. "But I'm okay with it. Are you?"

"I'm more than okay." You whisper with sincerity. "As long as I have you."

He smiles at your words, not getting over this welcome feeling of being needed by someone, especially you. "Course you do. I'm not letting you go after this."

"I love you so much. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas. I love you more."

And the sleep that befell you afterwards could not be more peaceful, wrapped up in the conclusion of your lovemaking and the blissful beginning of a new chapter between you.

You shared sleepy laughs and infinite cuddles the next morning, huddled for warmth and tucked into one of his shirts as you talked over a morning cup of coffee before playing Mario again. You received an awkward note on his door with a noise complaint afterwards, which you giggled and hid your face in your hands, Kento's face a bright red.

Needless to say, you got pretty creative over winter break with finding places to meet and burn off steam, from his place to yours, to the little motel on the edge of town, to the backseat of your shitty pickup truck with fogged windows in the snow.

But one thing you could count on was each other. Love in the purest form of brown eyes waiting for you outside your class door, fingers coming to find their home in the spaces between yours as you walked hand in hand together.

His clear commitment to you made all the outside attention cease when it was obvious he was happy in love with you, his best friend, solidified permanently in that playlist that never did leave his CD player since that night.

It never made you wonder or second guess yourself again. You belonged together, it was as inevitable as the snowflakes that landed in his hair to the crinkle in your nose as he pulls you into his arms and kisses you again.

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Cariño [Part 7]

Jake Lockley x f!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

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Summary: The story comes to an end.

A/N: I know, it's been centuries, chapter 6 was posted in June 2023 (the shame), but here is the ending. Finally. Honestly, I'm not very happy with this story as a whole, but now it's done.

Warnings: kissing, p in v sex, cream pie, oral (both receiving), reader can't speak Spanish, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 3239

You had gone to Jake’s room early the next morning and knocked. No answer.

You’d tried calling his phone, the one that worked yesterday. His number was out of service.

After speaking to the front desk, you found out he had checked out the night before, barely two hours after you had last seen him.

A little after 8am you received the rest of the money into your bank account, payment for the job.

It was fine. Really.

He is an adult. He could do what he wanted. He didn’t owe you anything.

But it hurt. A lot.

You pushed the feelings down deep until you could almost walk on them. There was no need to dwell on this, dwell on him. But your thoughts kept migrating back, like a compass needle swinging north no matter how hard you shook it.

You got ready and boarded your flight, not home, but to another job. Procuring and authenticating a Ruben, the honest, legal work you had pushed back a little so that you could get Jake his ankh.

It was simple enough, practically a done deal and you were home and paid within two days.

You heard through one of your contacts that the day after his party Edward Malay’s mansion had caught fire. He had seemingly died in the blaze.

All you could think of was the look he had given you when Jack’s hand was on your waist.

You let the rest of the following week slide by without any work, your heart just wasn’t in it. But by the Wednesday Detective Eric Peterson, the officer who worked for the police art and antiques unit, had called you asking for your help and promising you weren’t going to get hit in the face again this time.

You took the job and got on with your life. There wasn’t much else to do.

It was evening on a Friday night, and after trying to stop yourself from nodding off in front of the television you finally admitted defeat. Switched it off and got up to go to bed.

There was a knock at the door. Ordinary and repetitive.

You frowned. Waited a moment before moving closer to the door, keeping your footsteps light.

Ever so carefully you checked the peephole and saw…

Jake.

It was like a pin had been pushed through your chest, a sharp and small and perfect pain.

Jake.

He hadn’t knocked like he usually did, forgone that familiar, distinctive sound.

You swallowed and opened the door. There was a split second when his gaze fell on you, the tiniest moment where he seemed to disappear and be replaced by someone else.

“Jak-”

He surged forward before you had even fully opened the door, his hands cupping your cheeks and his lips meeting yours.

The force of his actions made you step back as he stepped forward, moving with you so that the kiss remained unbroken.

You froze, surprised and questioning whether you had actually fallen asleep on the settee and this was all about to become some half remembered dream.

He pulled back, crestfallen, mistaking your shock for rejection.

“I’m-”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence.

You moved forward, grabbing hold of his jacket and pulling his mouth back to yours.

He let out the sweetest little moan as he kissed you back, wrapping his arms around you as his tongue slid into your mouth. He nudged the front door shut with his foot before he walked you backwards and further into the room.

For a moment he pulled back, breathing hard, his hands still on your face. “Cariño,” he stroked his thumbs over your cheeks, seemingly searching your eyes for something and kissing you again deeply when he found it.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and the back of his neck, running your fingers through the hair that wasn’t covered by his cap at the nape.

Slowly he continued to urge you back until your legs nudged against the armrest of the settee. You let out a small moan as his tongue danced over yours and pushed you back into the sofa, his right hand coming around to press flat on your back and keep your descent slow and controlled.

You pulled off his hat and pushed his coat from his shoulders, urging it down his arms as he shimmied it the rest of the way down and climbed on top of you.

He slid his right hand down your side, your outer thigh, before hooking his fingers under the back of your knee and pulling your leg over his hip. He pressed in close, lightly grinding against you for a second until you pressed at his lower back with your calf and pushed him fully down.

The fiction sparked pleasure along your veins, burning into your skin as you clawed at his shirt trying to pull him impossibly closer.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to mutter between kisses. “I shouldn’t have just taken off.”

You kiss him back fiercely, “You don’t owe me anything-”

“I do cariño, I do.” He kisses down your jaw, nipping lightly at your skin until you yelp. You can feel his smile as he presses his lips to your skin to ease the burn.

“Jake,” You pull him back slightly, tugging lightly at his hair so that you can see his face. You’re not sure why you’re doing this, why you need to have this conversation now of all times. But emotion twists in your gut and won’t let you let this slide.

His eyebrows pinch together slightly as he moves back, his eyes soft and hesitant. Expecting more rejection.

You can’t help but stroke his cheek, the beginnings of stubble brush along your fingertips. “Jake,” you repeat and he closes his eyes briefly at the softness in your voice. “You don’t owe me anything, you can do-”

“I owe you an explanation.” He stares at you so sincerely it’s like his gaze is piercing into your soul. “I owe you-”

“Ja-”

“I wanted to kiss you again… back at the hotel. I wanted to…” He moves a fraction closer, his right hand sliding down to your waist as he presses his hips more fully against yours and rocking ever so slightly.

You bite back the little gasp that wants to escape your lips.

“I wanted to…” he swallows, his line of sight fixated on your lips as his tongue runs along his own, “make love to you.”

Your heart beats so rapidly that it echoes in your neck.

“But instead I,” he shakes his head, crunching up his face as he internally chastises himself. “I fucked up, I-”

You silence him with your mouth on his, unable to hold yourself back any longer.

He moans wantonly against your lips, eagerly accepting your tongue when you lick into his mouth. His hands are cool from the outside air, but it’s a balm to your feverish skin as he slides the tip of his fingers under your top and skims along your hips.

Jake rocks against you feverishly, groaning happily when you wrap your legs around his waist fully. His erection pressed against you, the zipper of his jeans brushing perfectly along your core. The sensation spikes along your nerves and makes you squeeze his arms in a desperate attempt to pull him closer.

He mouths at your neck, sucking and licking, paying particular attention to every sigh and hitch of your breath.

“I have… so much,” he swallows, his voice muffled by your skin. Not able to pull himself away for even a second to speak clearly. “I need to tell you,” he pauses, biting his lip. “There are things that you should kno-”

You take his face in your hands and kiss him again, soft and sweet even though his lips are hot and wet. “Later.”

“Cari-”

“I mean this in the nicest way Lockley, but if you don’t sit back,” you move as you speak, unhooking your legs from his waist and urging him into a sitting position on the sofa, “and let me do what I want, then I’m never going to forgive you.”

He keeps his hands on you as you gently manhandle him. A soft expression all over his face, as if his heart had cracked under the strain of carrying his emotions for far too long. And now the joy in his chest had no choice but to seep into his skin.

“What do you want to do?” His voice is quiet, reverent almost. And, in that moment you’re sure he would fall on a sword if you uttered the words.

You shift back, off the sofa and onto your knees between his legs, your hands on either side of his thighs to push them a little wider.

The heavy bulge of his erection strains against the denim, practically seconds away from popping the neatly stitched seams. His cock twitches under your gaze and Jake lets out a soft groan as you squeeze his thighs, scrapping your nails along his inseam.

“I want you to…” You slide your palms higher until your eager fingers can reach his belt. You flick open the buckle, pulling the leather free before you undo his trouser button and start to pull down his fly.

“You don't have to.” He whispers. His eyes glued to your face, his hands balled up by his sides and pressing into the sofa, barely resisting the urge to grab the back of your neck and pull you close so he could rut against the heat of your mouth.

“I want to.” You hold his gaze, slowly tugging the zipper down.

Jake breathes hard, the air catching in his throat as his cock throbs. It's painful how much he aches, straining against the tough, unyielding fabric.

He gasps when your fingers touch the skin just about his waistband and eagerly raises his hips to help you pull his clothing down to his ankles. His cock bobs free with a dull slap against his stomach and when you finally take him gently in your hand and kiss the very tip, he nearly comes on the spot.

You press the palm of your free hand firmly against his inner thigh, a gentle reminder to keep him vaguely still and his legs parted. His muscles tense and twitch, flexing under your fingers.

His voice is weak when he mutters your name, soft and strained. You flick your tongue over his head, swirling twice before pulling back a fraction and look up at him.

The warm artificial light makes his skin glow, the shadows on the sofa perfectly outlining his form, like a work of art you’d been tasked to assess.

“Please,” his breathing is controlled even as his chest rises and falls.

You wait until he starts to continue, to finish his thought, it’s only fair really due to the amount of times he’s teased you in the past with trivial things, before you take the tip into your mouth.

Jake swears under his breath, his eyes screwing up as he fights the urge to buck and you bob your head slowly before you sink deeper.

“Fuck,” He hisses, his eyes glazed.

You hum softly as you suck and lick, relaxing your jaw as best you can to take as much of him as possible. His little pants and gasps for air make you lightheaded, your blood singing as he twitches on your tongue.

You slide your hand from his thigh, up his leg to lightly roll his heavy balls in your palm.

“Shit, cariño, I…” He moans, his stomach muscles clenching as he flinches forward. Pleasure sparking up his spine and twisting along his nerves. His orgasm so close it’s almost blinding.

He wants to press close, to let you play him to your own heart's desire and come down your pretty throat with a scream.

But he won’t. Yet.

Jake finds the strength to take hold of your shoulders, “Stop, please.”

You do instantly and he sighs, eagerly leaning forward and kissing you fiercely. Licking into your mouth and groaning when you sink your fingers into his hair.

He gently guides you into his lap as he hurriedly helps you pull off your clothes and the rest of his.

“So pretty,” he groans as he mouths at your breasts, suckling lightly as he slides his left hand down your side and presses at your core.

You shiver involuntarily under his touch, swallowing down a moan as he softly circles your clit with his calloused fingers. You squeeze his shoulders, your hips bucking automatically at the slow drag.

He hums low in his throat, watching you with dark eyes. Languidly he runs his middle and forefinger over your folds, barely there pressure. “Can I?” He mutters as he rubs at your clit again, hardly even taking the edge of the ache.

You nod rapidly, “Jake, please, I want you to-” You moan loudly as he presses inside.

He swears at the wetness that greets him, quickly curling his fingers and stroking as he presses against your bundle of nerves with his thumb. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he moves, keeping time with the rocking of your hips.

“That’s in cariño,” he whispers, his voice thick, “take everything you want.”

You almost don’t recognise the whine that leaves your lips as your own. Pleasure twists and pulses in your stomach, claws at your skin as your thighs burn and shake.

He litters your chest with wet, desperate kisses, his stubble scraping deliciously over your skin. Somehow he manages to swallow a groan as you tense, his cock twitches, smearing salvia and precome against his stomach.

“Jake,” you gasp, the weight in your stomach dropping as he strokes and pulls the pleasure from your bones.

“I’m here, I’m here,” he whines, his voice nearly as desperate as your own. “Please, please,” his throat is dry as he mindlessly begs, transfixed on the look and feel of you.

You come all at once, your orgasm piercing through your muscles and running like a current through your nerves. Jake guides you through it, holding you close and muttering sweet words and you shake and shatter in his arms.

He slowly pulls out of you as you weaken, kissing your temple and stroking your back. You press your face into his neck, breathing hard. Your skin is hot but his touch is soothing.

“I’m sorry I wouldn’t tell you what cariño means,” he whispers, there’s a weight in his chest, a tightness he needs to shift that’s fracturing. “It-”

“I know what it means,” you smile and pull back so that you can look at his face. “I just kept asking to see when you would tell me.”

He laughs softly, shaking his head. “You’re cruel to me cariño.” He teases, his eyes bright. “Too cruel.”

You grin before you kiss him deeply, wet and warm as your tongue slides over his. He shivers delightfully as you just scrape your nails over his scalp, lost in your touch.

His cock presses hot and heavy between your bodies, desperate for any kind of friction and when you angle your hips away from his slightly Jake just thinks you mean to tease him all the more.

He certainly doesn’t expect you to raise up on your knees while you kiss him feverishly, nor did he predict how you guide him to your centre and just sink down.

He moans, his forehead pinched together in ecstasy as you envelop him, so soft and warm and he nearly chokes, stammering out swears and please as you squeeze.

“Cariño,” his hands fly to your hips, tensing and desperate as you finally take all of him.

You rock slowly, moving in a long figure of eight as your body adjusts to his size. The thickness stretching you wonderfully.

Jake gasps, his fingers digging in as he holds on for dear life. Bliss buzzes along his skin, settles at the base of his spine with a dizzying speed. “I’m,” he swallows, his breath hitches as you move a fraction faster. His cock pulses as it rubs within you, pleasure building and building and building. “I’m so sorry, I can’t, I’m gonna…”

You don’t let up your movements as you lean forward, ghosting your lips over his. “Please,” you dart out your tongue, running lightly over his bottom lip. “I want you to.”

Jake groans loudly, gasping for air as he pulls you as close as physically possible. His hips thrust up as he comes hard, the sensation whiting out his vision as he calls out your name in prayer.

‘Thank yous’ fall his hushed whispers from his mouth as he shakes and recovers, his heart racing in his chest. You can’t help but watch him, transfixed in how his face pinches and glows in pleasure.

You’re smiling at him when he opens his eyes, and you brush some of his loose curls from in front of his face as he gazes at you.

“You okay?” You giggle, joy rising up in your chest at the love sick look he gives you.

“More than,” he kisses you softly, his strong arms hugging you close. “More than more than.”

Without warning he twists, moving you onto your back flat against the sofa while staying deep inside of you. You let out a little yelp of surprise that turns into more laughter.

“I love that sound,” Jake kisses your nose, grinning. “I think it is my second favourite.”

“Second favourite?”

He nods, “This is the first.” He moves quickly, pulling his softening cock from your pussy only to quickly dip down, kissing your stomach once before he presses the flat of his tongue in one long, slow lick through your folds. He groans as your combined fluids fill his mouth, and your cry of pleasure sounds in his ears.

He swirls his tongue over your click one way and then the other before he gently presses two fingers on either side of your entrance and stretches slightly, opening you wider. “Fuck, such a mess here.” He groans, biting his lip at how your muscles flutter under his hold before he gets back to the task at hand.

“Jake,” you gasp as his warm tongue runs over you again, the tip just dipping inside as he flicks up, trying to gather as much of your combined release as possible before he swallows.

You wriggle under the onslaught, your back arching off the cushions as he works on you, quickly hurtling you towards another orgasm.

He groans as you writhe, using his hands to pull your legs over his shoulders without breaking his rhythm. He flicks his tongue, alternating between sucking and licking until you’re sobbing and soaking a wet patch into the sofa.

His fingers knead your thighs and ass cheeks, coaxing you to buck and grind exactly how your desperate body is begging you to.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise. One second you’re moaning and thrusting up into the wet heat of his mouth, the next you're practically paralysed as pleasure washes over your mind, body and soul.

Jake groans as you come, not letting up on his onslaught until you're panting heavily and limp. As he sits up you can feel his cock against the back of your thigh, hard and ready once more.

He grins devilishly, “Can I fuck you again cariño?”

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strangererotica · 2 days ago

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Jim Hopper x Reader • oral (f receiving) • anal sex • friends with benefits • lil bit of degradation • reader isn’t sure about the situationship she’s entering with Hopper • reader gets off on the idea of being used • Hopper pursues reader till he gets what he wants

Goosebumps blossom over your arm in the wake of Hopper’s touch, a shiver rippling through you. This isn’t supposed to happen, you tell yourself. Girls like you don’t do this sort of thing…good girls, at least where appearances are concerned. To everyone in Hawkins, you’re the sweet new waitress just hired on at Benny’s. But to Chief Jim Hopper, you’re something else: prey…

You’d known it the first time he looked at you…the way his eyes had lifted from the newspaper in front of him and locked on yours. Jim Hopper wanted you. You’d never forget the way he looked your body up and down, his eyes glazing over you like he was more interested in having you for dinner than anything on the menu. And his voice…fuck, his voice. Hopper had said your name as soon as he saw the badge on your apron, and you realized that no one’s voice had ever made your body respond sexually before his.

He’d started offering that very night to walk you to your car after your shift ended. When you explained that your shift didn’t end for another hour, Hopper wasn’t deterred. It wasn’t any trouble, he said. He was off duty for the night anyway. When Hopper showed up again the following night, same time, same table, you began to realize a pattern was forming. He insisted on you being his waitress every night for the next week, and even after the weekend came and went, Hopper was right back at his now-usual table Monday evening and waiting for his now-usual waitress: you.

What had started as walking you to your car inevitably led to conversation and eventually, a kind of friendship between you both. When Hopper offered to pick you up at home and take you to work, in addition to driving you home each night, you knew something else was motivating his ‘politeness.’ Hopper wanted more from you than friendship. At the end of the day, he wanted the same thing as any other man: to get his dick wet. Granted, he was trying very hard to get you to like him, and it was kind of cute, almost as if he was courting you. But realistically, you knew Hopper’s efforts were simply made in pursuit of your body. And while you felt guilty for admitting it to yourself, you wanted the same thing from Hopper, too. Despite being older, divorced, and a dad to a teenager, you’d never found yourself more attracted to another man in your life. Something just felt inherently forbidden, and exciting about the possibility of fucking Jim Hopper, in the context of that kind of relationship…one where you were not just intimate as friends, but lovers as well.

Hopper’s face lit up like he’d just been handed the world when you eventually agreed to let him drive you to and from work. You found it slightly unnerving that Hopper already had your address; but being chief of police, of course he could easily find out where anyone in town lived. Tonight, Hopper offered to drive you home as usual after your shift at Benny’s ended. But unlike all the nights before, you find yourself with Hopper in the backseat of his Blazer, his broad shoulders casing you in like willing prey…

Hopper’s nose grazes the shell of your ear, his tongue prodding your lobe. You can’t stop the sharp whine that squeaks up your throat. Hopper grins at your ear in a way that tells you he sure as hell heard it. “C’mon,” he coaxes in that damned voice of his, thick and husky, the sound of masculinity itself. Hopper’s lips seal over your earlobe, tugging it gently. The sensation goes straight between your thighs, your clit aching to be sucked like that. His hand closes around your wrist, hard enough to remind you who’s in charge. Hopper pulls your hand between your bodies to his groin, rubbing his erection against it. The act is so brash, so crude, you’d find it offensive under other circumstances…if it was someone else, anyone else, other than Jim Hopper…

And that’s when you realize it’s stupid to ignore the truth any longer. You’ve wanted this for so long. You’ve gotten off playing this scenario out in your mind for weeks now, since meeting Hopper at the restaurant. Now you’re living it, the opportunity to feel Hopper in you and on you and everywhere. And you don’t want to waste another second. You tilt your face to Hopper’s, your lips ghosting against his. He lets you stay that way a moment, allowing you the illusion of control. “You feel it, don’t ya?” Hopper asks, and you know he’s not talking about his erection against your hand. The electricity between you is palpable…like a lit firework. Ready to explode. It’s been this way for awhile now, a tension so thick you’d swear you could choke on it. Right now, you’d prefer to choke on something else. Hopper abruptly gropes his free hand up your shirt, fingers slipping inside your bra. He isn’t gentle when he squeezes your breast, his palm bearing the callouses of a man who’s accustomed to handling a woman with the same tenderness he handles a gun. You pull in a sharp breath as Hopper rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger. “Jim-,” you begin, but he swallows your words in a kiss. It’s selfish, the kind of kiss you know isn’t for you. Hopper is getting off, and he’s using you to do it. You could just as easily be his right hand tonight, for all you’re worth to him. But still, there’s part of you that wants to mean more to Hopper than that.

He licks into your mouth, his tongue a force all its own. Now that’s he’s had a taste, Hopper wants to know how every inch of you tastes. He decides to start with your cunt. Hopper releases your wrist and shifts his body down yours. He removes his hand from under your shirt, wrapping both his hands around your ass and tugging you forward, pressing his face into your skirt. The only thing separating Hopper’s mouth from your cunt are your thin cotton panties. He can taste you through the fabric, your wet heat slick and warm on his tongue. You taste like caramel and musk, and it’s all Hopper can do to keep from busting inside his uniform at the flavor. It’s been so long since he’s had a woman’s cum in his mouth. Ever since taking El in as his own, Hopper’s sex life has completely evaporated. He needs this, after months of fucking his own fist in the shower every night, he needs your warm, willing body to use. And that’s exactly what he does.

Hopper traces a fingertip over the outline of your cunt through your panties, watching your puffy lips quiver under his touch. He swallows, hungry in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. You adjust yourself on the sticky backseat, shifting your cunt closer to Hopper’s face. He can’t resist the closeness of your scent, your slick cum begging to be eaten. Hopper presses his face against your pussy, nuzzling your labia through your soaked panties. His tongue darts out to collect your cum, pulling it between his lips with a satisfied groan. Your fingers find Hopper’s shoulders in the dark, clutching the fabric of his khaki shirt and holding on as he penetrates you slightly with the tip of his tongue. The panties are still in the way, and Hopper decides it’s well past time they disappear. He slips his index finger beneath the waistband and tugs them down, helping you out of them completely. Hopper wants to get a good look at your bare, glistening cunt, but he’s too impatient, too horny. Nothing is going to keep your cunt out of his mouth a second longer. He delves into you, his tongue breaching your entrance and spreading your walls as he licks them clean.

All of your previous hesitation has completely disappeared, your thighs trembling around Hopper’s head as you let yourself succumb to the pulsing throb of his tongue massaging you. He spreads your ass with his huge, rough hands, gliding a fingertip over your asshole, testing its tightness. Hopper then abruptly shoves two fingers inside your pussy, just long enough to collect some of your juices. He then removes his fingers and smears your cum onto your asshole, testing it again and when he’s satisfied it’s slick enough for him to penetrate you, Hopper does.

You moan loudly, unable to stay quiet. You’re parked out in the woods after dark, but still, the thought of someone hearing you has crossed your mind. What would the people of Hawkins think, if they found out the sweet little waitress that serves them their burgers was serving her cunt to the chief of police in the back of his squad car? The worry leaves your mind as soon as it begins. Because when Hopper starts twisting his finger inside your ass, there’s suddenly no space in your mind for anything besides how good he feels manipulating your guts. The ceiling of his Blazer flickers into view as you stare up at it, your eyes half-lidded in bliss while Hopper eats and fingers you. The whole car smells like sex, your cunt filling the vehicle with a scent Hopper hopes lasts forever. He’ll probably get hard immediately every time he gets in the car from now on…he’ll probably have to ‘take care of himself,’ on the way to the station each morning, smelling your cunt everywhere as he drives. But it’ll be worth it. Every single time.

Hopper pulls his finger from inside your ass and uses both hands to flip you over onto your stomach. He keeps your ass spread and licks a fat swipe up between your cheeks, spanking his palm against your skin till you whimper. He rubs away the red patch blooming on your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his rough palm. Hopper shifts to a kneeling position on the backseat. You can’t see him but you can hear Hopper panting above you, his breath spraying cum from his lips onto your back. The weighty, thick pressure of his cock between your cheeks pulls you from the trance you’ve succumbed to. Is he really about to fuck your ass in the backseat of his car?

“Hey,” Hopper breathes, his voice huskier than usual, the fat tip of his cock wedged between your asscheeks. “This alright with you?” It’s perhaps a crude way to ask for consent, but Hopper already has it, as far as you’re concerned. “Yeah,” you affirm over your shoulder. “I want it…I want to feel you everywhere…”

A thick glob of saliva lands between your cheeks as Hopper spits onto your hole, massaging the liquid into your tight bud with the head of his cock. Your hole puckers in anticipation, and a little in fear. You know Hopper’s big; you felt his size pressed against you earlier, and it’s obvious he’s bigger than average. When he sinks his tip inside you, it’s not without pain. Your hole clenches in protest, along with your fists. Hopper’s hot breath on your back relaxes you, reminding you of your purpose. You relax the muscles in your body, unclenching your asshole and letting Hopper use you. He presses another inch inside you, his girth stretching your ass to capacity already. “Doing s’good for me,” Hopper grunts against your back. “Takin’ me so good…never been able to fit inside a woman’s ass before…”

Again, crude, not the kind of language you’d expect from a man who’s fucking you for the first time ever. But it makes you feel even more used, and to your surprise, the idea of being little more than a pliant hole for Hopper to fill excites you.

He presses a hand flat against your back, bracing you to take what’s coming next. With an almost pained groan, Hopper presses his cock deeper inside your ass, pushing past the last bit of fight your hole was putting up against him. He knows he can’t stuff anymore of himself inside you without breaking you. The temptation is there, but Hopper resists. He draws back his hips, then thrusts forward as deep as you can take him without splitting you in half. You grunt into the backseat, a line of drool leaking from your parted lips. Hopper picks up the pace of his thrusts, bucking into you in earnest. He leans forward so his body is curved over yours, the hair on his chest and stomach rubbing against your back as he humps you. Every rough, sloppy rock of Hopper’s hips grinds your clit into the seat beneath you, edging you closer to a peak so intense, it hurts. Both of Hopper’s hands move to your shoulders, pinning you down as he takes you from behind. Your open mouth remains wide in a silent scream as a shattering orgasm bursts through you, both your holes clenching and releasing again and again as you convulse under the weight of Hopper’s body.

He can’t last any longer with your asshole contracting and squeezing around him like a vice. Hopper growls like an animal as he ejaculates, his cock pumping thick loads of semen into your ass. He all but collapses onto you, holding himself up by his elbows at your sides, his big body framing yours. Claiming you. His prey, the prize he’d worked to attain for weeks. The ass he’d watched walk away from his table at Benny’s is now full of his cum, oozing like a cream-filled dessert underneath him.

Hopper lifts his weight off of you and reaches for a towel from the front seat. He wipes his dick clean and then your ass, pulling the towel between your cheeks and absorbing as much of his cum as he can. He doesn’t want your asshole leaking semen all over your pretty work dress; that would just be inconsiderate, Hopper reasons. He checks your expression, to see how you’re handling this new, uncharted territory his dick just propelled you into. “You okay?” Hopper asks, relieved when you respond “yeah. How about you?”

Hopper chuckles at your question, tucking his softening cock back into his pants. His eyebrow lifts coyly. “Never better,” he replies. “I was just thinking, you want to stay over at my place tonight?” Hopper waves his hand to the window. “I mean, it’s not much further from here. S’nice little cabin in the middle of nowhere.” He leans in closer, his elbow rubbing yours. “What d’you say?”

You ponder his question a moment, wondering what the implications of spending the night at Hopper’s place could mean for your relationship. You’re familiar with the concept of friends that fuck around without being romantically involved, and maybe this is the kind of dynamic you can have with Hopper? “Okay,” you tell him. “But you’ve still got to drive me to work in the morning.” Hopper laughs, pushing open his door to head for the driver’s seat. “I just made you come all over the backseat of my car,” he teases, cocky as ever. “I think I can manage to get you to work on time, too.” ♥️

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platinumrosetail · 3 days ago

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Hey, back at it with another request for Genshin Impact. No crossover this time.

So this time I want to request a Furina!Reader x Neuvillette?

Furina!Reader is someone who reincarnated from our world the moment Furina was 'born' and tries desperately to keep to the plot. Basically, she has a breakdown due to stress and meets a recently reborn and very much still feral and dragony Neuvillette several years too early and well... canon goes into the trash can.

Examples being: Yandere husband Neuvillette, Furina!Reader adopting the Melusines and preventing Carole's death, Furina!Reader fostering Wriothesly because why not, oh and Neuvillette kidnaps Furina!Reader the first time he meets her and well... you can guess what happened. :)

Sorry I tried to be shorter, but I hope this works.

This is wonderful! Very interesting and love the new ideas you added into it! 😁🤩

Warning: noob author, female reader, yandere character, canon divergence a little, and others.

Character: neuvillette.

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You were panicking, that’s honestly all you could do considering the predicament you somehow found yourself in currently.

Said predicament was that you had somehow reincarnated into Genshin…. As furina…. And not even before one of the traveler arrives, nope! It just had to be even before furina even met neuvilette.

If your hair wasn’t already white then you would have grey hair by now from the stress you gained from reincarnating into furina….

So, you just sucked it up for now and did your best to try and go with canon with a few mild changes. But what you didn’t know was all your hard work would be thrown out the window by a certain someone soon.

You had went out to one of the beaches Fontaine had and to be alone and gather your thoughts but ended up letting out all of your frustration, stress, and worries by crying

You were unaware that you would meet someone that you loved before you reincarnated but he would be quite different to how you previously knew him.

Neuvilette or as how he actually is called in the past leviathan felt a familiar power on the bank of the beach which he calls home, he goes and investigates out of curiosity and to make sure it isn’t a threat.

He wasn’t expecting to see the hydro archon here, especially crying; her tears going into the water of the ocean which was what alerted him of her presence.

When you looked up to try and dry your tears you weren’t expecting a familiar looking man in front of you….. naked.

You squeaked, covered your eyes and looked away as if that would help as it was burned into your mind of what you saw. Your actions confused leviathan as he doesn’t know why you did it, so as to find out why he came closer making you panic as you hear water shift from him walking closer.

He leaned down to your kneeling form and took your hands away from your face. You try to focus on his face as you know it would be dangerous if you looked a bit more down, mostly to keep yourself safe as you didn’t want to pass out flustered in front of your anime crush.

Leviathan looks at the expression that you have as you looked at him; trying to keep eye contact with him though would sometimes shift for half a second.

He had a sudden thought that you needed to be his even if you were the one to have gotten his power from his past life, he still wants to have you as his…. Mate. Yes, mate sounds right, he thinks as he continues to look at you with narrowed eyes before picking you up.

You didn’t know if you were going to get killed by neuvillette or what, after all you did have his power from his previous life and he might be mad especially since this was way too early to meet him than canon so he might react differently to how he originally acted when he and furina first met so you were taken aback when he picked you up out of nowhere and started heading back into the ocean.

You had been too stunned to realize that you were being taken to his home by him; and breathing under water but you chalk that up to being the hydro archon, that you didn’t think to try and stop him, that is if you could considering he might change his mind and kill you if he isn’t planning to do that at his home.

And with that you had became his mate and wife, but to be honest you weren’t complaining as you had always dreamed of this and read fanfics about him so you guess it’s alright to indulge a little bit.

It wasn’t until a couple of weeks past that you put your foot down and told him that you were needed at Fontaine and you needed to go now. He tried to argue about it but you weren’t budging which made him reluctantly give up after you gave a compromise that thankfully he agreed upon.

You finally arrived back to Fontaine, after getting leviathan some clothes. Apparently his name was leviathan and furina gave him a nickname so as to not cause fear to fontaines people, you don’t know why that wasn’t said in the game but for now you have bigger things to worry about.

You gave leviathan the name he had in the game so the people of Fontaine won’t be as wary as they could be if you decided to keep his original name as he was known in a bad light before you brought him, thankfully only known in his dragon form so he can be in his human form for now.

Like what with the drama that started after you shared with your subjects that you were now married and was expecting a child now. After you finally settled everything about the married and having a child drama you can finally relax…..

You spoke too soon…. Right after you started relaxing you came across the melusines near their birth father’s corpse, so you did what you could only think to do, adopt them as your daughters, you hope that even though you adopted them that things would still work out, of course you made sure that Fontaine won’t have anyone bully your daughters as it would be jail time or death if they picked on your daughters for not being human like in appearance which thankfully saved Carole from what happened to her in canon.

Afterwards your son was born and then you could relax a bit, your darling husband took care of everything after that so that you could rest with luciel; the name your son was given to by both you and leviathan/neuvillette.

It’s been a year or so after your son was born and it was going great!…. Until one day your son vanished. Neither you nor neuvillette knew where luciel was and was growing worried as the day goes by. Everyone in Fontaine was in high alert until one of your daughter found him and another child together.

You recognized this child as wriosthley, and it seemed this was before he was adopted by those evil people that shouldn’t be called parents. So you adopted him and at first he was a bit skeptical as you figured he experienced many horrors that would make him feel that way and you made sure to take your time making him feel comfortable, thankfully he warmed up to all of you after you had him try tea for the first time in his life.

After some of the events from the game happened you were relaxing while playing with a cat when a disguised arlecchino attacked you. You were so distracted that you forgot this scene.

Your screams of fright was alerted to your son who wasn’t far as he had also wanted to relax as well as protect you but he was doing something that was meant to be for a second which was the golden opportunity for arlecchino to strike.

Luciel immediately sprung into action; dropping what he was holding which was a cake for you to help you relax by having something you loved to eat.

Luciel stood in front of you, protecting you from the disguised arlecchino. He didn’t have to fight her as she ran away so as to return and think more of what she should do after discovering that the gnosis wasn’t with you.

The gnosis was in your husband’s hands as you felt it was wrong to have it since it was his power in the first place. Thankfully you had a plan to take care of the prophecy.

(A/n: hope yall like it! I had fun doing this! Anyway I don’t think I have anything else to say this time so hope yall have a wonderful day/evening/night!!!)

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insomniadreamzz · 2 days ago

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I love the color blue

Jinx x Fem!Reader modern AU

Reader being a tattoo artist, no smut just mentions of nudity

The sound of the tattoo pistol buzzing was the only thing that filled up your tattoo studio, you being focused on your work. You wanted to make it perfect, especially because the woman you tattooed wasn’t just a normal customer.

You and Jinx have known each other for a while, you could say you became friends but she didn’t know you had a crush on her. Jinx always talked about the blue clouds she wants to get tattooed and today you finally gave in and made her wish get true.

She looked at you working on her arm and every now and then she looked at your face, seeing you being highly focused. One of the things she loved about you being focused was definitely the way your tongue got a little bit out, thinking you look so cute like that.

„Are you okay? Or do you need a pause?“ You asked her, Jinx shaking her head in response. „No don’t worry I am fine you can continue.“ She responded, making you keep doing your work. You knew she wasn’t the one to feel a lot of pain. Jinx past made her numb, she had to go through a lot of shit but every time she was with you, she showed at least a bit of true emotions even though she hid them very well behind her quirky behavior which seemed manic to others. It wasn’t a secret for you, you knew about her mental problems but you never thought they are a real problem for your relationship.

You couldn’t help but blush when you reached for her exposed chest. She wanted the tattoos to go along her boob and then down her ribs until they reached her tummy on the side. Of course you didn’t say no to her wish even though you needed to collect yourself once you saw her upper body naked. You could ignore it while you worked on her arm but now you are directly facing her chest, even tattooing on it. Your blush wasn’t unnoticed by her, making Jinx smirk as she looked at you still focused but this time with a blush on your cheeks. „Enjoy what you see?“ Jinx teased you but you didn’t pay much attention to it. „Yea I think these clouds came out pretty well.“ You mentioned, of course knowing what she meant but you had no time for flirting now, not wanting to mess up.

Once you finished, you took a last look at your work on Jinx, smiling as you felt satisfied with the result. „Good, I am done, go look at it yourself and tell me how you like it.“ You told her and Jinx hopped off the chair and walk towards the huge mirror in your studio, smiling as she admired your work on her. „You did a very good job toots! Thanks for that. Now I have you on me forever.“ She said as she turned to look at you, a little spark in her eyes. „M-Me? How’s that? It’s my job and I gave you the tattoos you always wanted.“ You simply reply, looking at her, noticing the tension building up between the both of you in that tiny room of your studio.

„Yes that’s the point dummy. YOU made it.“ She chuckled before walking closer to you, wanting to hug you. The feeling of her exposed chest in you making you blush. You hesitated for a moment before wrapping your arms around her waist, looking back into her beautiful eyes. „So? How many more hints do you need to understand my feelings?“

Your eyes widen a little bit at her statement. It was true, you did avoid all of her hints and attempts to get closer to you just because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship or just misinterpret something but the way she kept staring into your eyes made you realise it more. „So? You’re not just being your usual playful self?“ You said with a smirk, wanting to hear it from her but instead of using her words, Jinx decided to close the gap between you both, pulling you into a kiss.

You felt butterflies in your stomach when you kissed, tilting your head a little bit to deepen the kiss as you got lost for a moment, only wanting to enjoy the moment. When you pulled back, you both blushed, staring at each other for a a few seconds, the silence being interrupted by Jinx’s giggle. „Heh…I love you toots.“ You smile brightly at her words, not being able to hold back and ignore what just happened between you two, pecking her lips once again. „I love you too.“ You admitted, feeling the weight of your shoulders fall and you felt much lighter. „We still need to finish you up tho, the tattoos need to be protected.“ You mentioned, knowing you were still not done with your work.

„Yea sure but after you wrap them up…do you still have any customers coming today?“ Jinx asked with that special look on her face, knowing what she wanted. „You’re the only one today love. You want me to lock the doors?“ You asked mostly in a joking way but Jinx’s smile became darker, showing a little hint of lust.

„Yes…it’s time for me to take care of you after you did such a good job my love.“ She answered and you were eager to finish this up so you can focus on each other more and finally getting closer to each other like you always dreamed of.

#fanfiction #x reader #female reader #x fem!reader #short imagine #lgbtq #arcane #arcane fanfic #jinx #jinx x fem!reader #jinx fanfic #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #fanfic #lgbtq fanfiction

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lightdancingwords · 3 days ago

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Second Chances - Part Nine of ?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N Female reader Series Summary: A chance meeting in a grocery store brings a second chance for you and for Beau. The only thing standing in your way are your respective pasts... and a tiny little roadblock. Word Count: 5391 Tags/Warnings: 18+ smut, fluff (so much fluff), a touch of angst A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! I couldn't resist--I gotta have me some Beau while writing Dean! This is a brand new story of Beau and female reader! Divider: credit to @sweetmelodygraphics

Chapter Nine: Gratitude

The hum of the kitchen was warm and familiar, but Beau’s thoughts drifted to the past. Gratitude had a way of sinking in when you’d had your share of loss, mistakes, and missed opportunities. And Beau had plenty of those.

It wasn’t long ago that his life had felt hollow, even if he’d never admitted it out loud. After his divorce from Carla, he’d moved to Montana to stay close to Emily. His daughter had been his anchor, the one thing that kept him grounded after the shooting of his former partner in Texas—a moment that had fractured his world and, eventually, his marriage. He couldn’t blame Carla for leaving. He’d shut her out, drowning in guilt and refusing to lean on her. By the time he realized what he’d done, it was too late.

Montana had offered a fresh start, but it had also been lonely. Nights in his trailer, surrounded by the endless quiet of Big Sky Country, had given him too much time to think. He’d buried himself in work, playing sheriff with a smile that masked the cracks underneath. For a while, it worked. Until it didn’t.

Then Y/N happened.

He hadn’t been looking for anything—just a quick trip to the grocery store. But the moment he saw her, laughing softly as she tried to wrangle her spirited daughter, something shifted. It wasn’t just her beauty that caught his attention; it was the way she handled Eliza, her patience and humor shining even as the toddler threw cans of Chef Boyardee like grenades.

It had been an ordinary moment, but Beau had felt something extraordinary. A spark he hadn’t felt in years. And when she’d turned those eyes on him, wide with a mix of surprise and intrigue, he’d known he couldn’t just walk away.

The months that followed had been a whirlwind. Their first date—a disastrous combination of a flat tire, scraped knuckles, and terrible food—should’ve been a dealbreaker. Instead, it became a memory he cherished, a reminder that even imperfect moments could lead to something beautiful. He’d watched Y/N’s walls come down slowly, her trust growing with each shared laugh, each tender moment. And Eliza? That little wolf-child had stolen his heart in ways he hadn’t expected.

But life had thrown its punches, too. The domestic call that ended with a gunshot had been a harsh reminder of how fragile everything was. He’d come so close to losing it all—the life he’d only just begun to build with Y/N. Waking up in the hospital to see her face, tear-streaked but steadfast, had been a revelation. He’d fought to stay awake, just to tell her he loved her, the words tumbling out before he could second-guess them.

Then there was the pregnancy.

The memory of that moment still made his chest tighten. Y/N, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, her hands trembling as she told him. “I’m pregnant, Beau.” The fear in her eyes had mirrored his own—fear of the unknown, of whether they were ready for this. But his heart had leapt at the news, the joy washing away any doubts. He hadn’t thought he’d get another chance at being a father. Yet here it was, wrapped in the woman he loved.

And now, with the smell of dinner still lingering in the air, Beau felt the weight of it all—the heartbreak, the healing, the hope—settle into a quiet, steady joy. His journey hadn’t been easy, but it had brought him here, to this moment, to this life.

Beau leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed loosely as he watched Y/N at the sink. She was humming softly under her breath, a tune he couldn’t place but instantly loved. The warm light of the kitchen cast a golden glow over her, catching in her hair as she rinsed a plate and placed it in the drying rack. Eliza babbled happily from her playpen in the corner, the little wolf-child giggling at something only she understood.

Beau’s chest tightened as he took it all in. This moment, this ordinary scene, was everything he hadn’t dared to hope for. A home filled with laughter and warmth, with Y/N at its center. She didn’t even realize how much she’d given him—a second chance at love, at family, at finding meaning again.

He pushed off the doorway, walking toward her with quiet steps. When he reached her, he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. Y/N let out a soft laugh, startled but pleased, and leaned into him instinctively.

“Beau,” she murmured, her hands still submerged in soapy water. “What are you doing?”

“Holding you,” he said simply, his voice low and warm. “You got a problem with that, darlin’?”

Her smile widened, though she didn’t turn around. “Not at all. But you’re distracting me.”

“Good,” he murmured, nuzzling into her hair, the scent of her filling his senses. “You deserve a little distraction.”

Y/N let out a soft sigh, her shoulders relaxing against him. “You’re in a mood tonight.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Just been thinkin’ how lucky I am.”

Her hands stilled in the water, and she tilted her head slightly, her cheek brushing his jaw. “What brought that on?”

He didn’t answer right away, his arms tightening around her as he pressed a kiss to her temple. “You. Eliza. This life we’re buildin’,” he said softly. “It’s more than I ever thought I’d have. More than I deserve.”

Y/N turned then, water dripping from her hands as she faced him. Her eyes searched his, her expression tender. “Beau, don’t say that. You deserve every bit of this. Every bit of us.”

He smiled, his green eyes filled with emotion. “You say that like you’re sure.”

“I am,” she said, her voice steady. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, Beau. To us.”

The sincerity in her voice broke something open in him, and before he could stop himself, he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing her cheeks. “Darlin’,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “I love you. More than I’ve got words for.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Beau didn’t waste another moment. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened. His hands slid from her face to her waist, pulling her closer as he poured everything he felt into that kiss. Gratitude, love, longing—it was all there, tangible and unspoken.

Y/N responded in kind, her hands curling into the fabric of his shirt as she leaned into him. The dishes were forgotten, the hum of the kitchen fading as the world narrowed to just the two of them. Her body pressed against his, her warmth igniting something in him that had been simmering since the day they met.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting together. Y/N let out a shaky laugh, her hands sliding up to his shoulders. “You’re something else, Beau Arlen.”

He grinned, his thumb brushing her cheek. “And you, darlin’, are my everythin’.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she leaned up, her lips brushing his again, softer this time but no less intense. Beau groaned softly, his hands tightening on her waist as he deepened the kiss, letting the passion build between them.

“Beau,” she whispered against his lips, her voice a mix of laughter and longing. “Eliza’s right there.”

He chuckled, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “She’s busy countin’ her toes, darlin’. I think we’ve got a minute.”

Y/N laughed, swatting at his chest playfully. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his grin widening. “But ya love me anyway.”

“I do,” she said softly, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek. “More than I thought I could.”

Beau pressed a kiss to her palm, his green eyes holding hers. “And I’m never lettin’ you forget it.”

The house was quiet, the soft creak of the floorboards under their feet the only sound as Beau and Y/N moved through their bedtime routine. The warmth of the day lingered in the air, softened by the faint hum of the ceiling fan. Eliza had been tucked in hours ago, her little wolf-child snores drifting through the baby monitor on Y/N’s nightstand.

Beau climbed into bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He stretched out on his side, propping himself up on one elbow as Y/N turned off the light and slipped under the covers beside him. Her hair tumbled loose over her shoulders, and her face carried the peacefulness of someone finally at rest after a long day. She nestled into his side, her head finding its place on his chest, where his heartbeat thudded slow and steady.

Beau wrapped an arm around her, his large hand gently trailing up and down her back. “How’s my darlin’ doin’?” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

Y/N smiled against his chest, her fingers idly tracing the lines of his collarbone. “I’m fine, Beau. Tired, but fine.”

He kissed the top of her head, the faint scent of her shampoo filling his senses. “And the little one?” he asked, his hand sliding down to rest lightly on her stomach. “How’d the doctor’s appointment go?”

Y/N shifted slightly so she could look up at him, her eyes soft and warm in the dim light. “Everything’s perfect,” she said, her voice filled with quiet joy. “I’m about 12 weeks now. The baby’s growing right on track. We even heard the heartbeat again.”

Beau’s face lit up, his green eyes shining. “That’s my boy—or girl,” he said with a grin. “Strong little heart in there.”

Y/N laughed softly, covering his hand with hers where it rested on her stomach. “You always light up when I tell you about the baby,” she said, her voice tinged with wonder.

“‘Cause it’s a miracle, darlin’,” he said simply, his thumb brushing against her skin. “You, this baby, Eliza… it’s all more than I ever thought I’d have. You’ve given me a second chance at everythin’.”

Y/N’s expression softened, her free hand moving to trace the faint outline of the scar on his stomach. The wound that had nearly taken him from her. Her fingers were light, reverent, as she followed the line of it. “You scared me so much that day,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“But you didn’t,” Beau said gently, covering her hand with his. “I’m here, darlin’. And I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she leaned up to kiss him, her lips soft and lingering. “I love you, Beau Arlen.”

“I love you more,” he murmured against her lips, his voice full of emotion.

They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other, the quiet intimacy of the night enveloping them. Beau’s hand slid back to her stomach, cradling the life growing there. “I still can’t believe it sometimes,” he said softly, his voice full of awe. “This baby… it feels like a second chance I didn’t even know I needed.”

Y/N smiled, her fingers brushing through his hair. “It’s a second chance for both of us.”

He kissed her again, deeper this time, his hand moving to cup her cheek as he pulled her closer. The tenderness between them shifted, deepened, as the kiss grew hungrier, more urgent. Y/N melted into him, her hands sliding down his chest, over the faint ridge of his scar, as she pressed herself against him.

“Darlin’,” Beau murmured, his voice low and rough, his green eyes dark with need. “You sure you’re up for this?”

Y/N nodded, her lips brushing against his jaw as she whispered, “Always.”

Beau rolled her onto her back with care, his hands steady and gentle as they explored her curves, lingering over the slight swell of her belly. He kissed her deeply, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every touch, every sigh, every soft moan that escaped her lips.

Their lovemaking was unhurried, filled with the quiet reverence of two people deeply in love and fully aware of the fragility of life. Beau’s hands were steady as he held her, his whispers a mix of sweet words and promises that made Y/N’s heart ache with love.

When they finally stilled, their bodies tangled together under the covers, Beau brushed a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “I don’t deserve you, darlin’,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “But I’m gonna spend the rest of my life tryin’ to be the man you and our kids deserve.”

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining. “You already are, Beau. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside faded into insignificance. In that moment, in the quiet warmth of their bed, they were a family—a family built on love, second chances, and the promise of all the tomorrows yet to come.

The room was cloaked in the kind of stillness only found in the dead of night. The faint glow of the baby monitor cast a soft light on the nightstand, a quiet reminder of the little life sleeping soundly just a few rooms away. Beau stirred, his green eyes fluttering open as his senses adjusted to the dark. He glanced at Y/N beside him, her soft breathing steady and even. Her hand rested loosely on his chest, her face peaceful in a way that made his heart ache with love.

He carefully eased her hand off him, not wanting to disturb her. As he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool wood floor, he caught the faint sound of Eliza’s tiny snores coming through the monitor. He smiled to himself, shaking his head. “Wolf-child,” he murmured fondly under his breath.

Unable to resist, he slipped out of the room, his steps quiet and measured as he made his way down the hallway. The soft creak of the floorboards underfoot reminded him that this wasn’t just a house. It was a home—his home now. The thought filled him with a warmth that went beyond words.

He pushed open the door to Eliza’s room just enough to peek inside. The soft glow of her nightlight illuminated her tiny form, curled up with her favorite stuffed rabbit tucked tightly under her arm. Her chest rose and fell in rhythm with her little snores, her curls a wild halo around her head.

Beau leaned against the doorframe, his heart tightening at the sight. It still amazed him how much this little girl had come to mean to him. She wasn’t his by blood, but in every way that mattered, she was his. She’d claimed a piece of his heart the first time she’d called him “Bo-Bo,” and every moment since had only deepened his love for her.

Stepping into the room, he crouched beside her bed, his hand reaching out to gently smooth a curl from her forehead. “You’re somethin’ else, kiddo,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “You’ve got me wrapped around your little finger, and I don’t even mind.”

Eliza shifted slightly, letting out a soft sigh as she snuggled deeper into her blanket. Beau stayed there for another moment, his hand resting lightly on the edge of her bed, before standing and slipping quietly out of the room.

He wandered through the house then, his hand brushing the walls as he moved. The living room, with its cozy couches and the basket of Eliza’s toys in the corner, felt lived-in and warm. The kitchen, where Y/N had laughed over burnt toast just days ago, felt like the heart of the home. Everywhere he looked, there were pieces of them—of the life they were building together.

Beau stopped in front of a framed photo on the wall. It was a candid shot Y/N had taken of him and Eliza at the park, both of them laughing as they played in the grass. He traced the edge of the frame with his finger, his chest tightening with gratitude. This wasn’t just a house he was walking through—it was a life he’d thought he’d lost the chance to have.

The soft creak of a chair drew his attention to the dining room, where Y/N had left her laptop open on the table. A stack of Eliza’s artwork—scribbled rainbows and wobbly stick figures—sat next to it, along with a planner Y/N used to keep track of everything. He smiled, shaking his head. “Organized chaos,” he muttered, the affection in his voice unmistakable.

As he turned to head back to bed, he paused in the doorway of their bedroom. Y/N was still asleep, her hand now resting on the spot where he’d been. The sight made his heart swell, and he realized how much this moment meant. This house, these people—they were his. Not just something he was lucky enough to be a part of, but something he was deeply, irrevocably tied to.

He slipped back into bed, careful not to wake Y/N as he settled beside her. She shifted slightly, her hand instinctively finding its way to his chest again. Beau wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as he let his eyes drift shut.

As sleep took him, one thought echoed through his mind: This is it. This is home.

The morning sunlight spilled through the windows of the doctor’s office as Beau sat on the edge of the examination table, his shirt folded neatly beside him. Dr. Patel, the same no-nonsense woman who had overseen his care since the shooting, studied his chart with a critical eye.

“Well, Sheriff,” she said, setting the clipboard aside and crossing her arms. “Your wound has healed nicely, your strength and mobility are back, and your labs look great. I’m clearing you for full duty.”

Beau let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, a grin spreading across his face. “You sure about that, Doc? No reservations?”

Dr. Patel gave him a wry smile. “Just one—don’t make me regret this, Sheriff. Take care of yourself out there. And try not to get shot again, would you?”

He chuckled, pulling his shirt back on. “I’ll do my best. Thanks, Doc.”

As he left the office, the crisp morning air hit him, and he paused for a moment, letting the reality sink in. He was back—really back. Field duty wasn’t just about being in the thick of things; it was about feeling whole again, about doing what he loved.

The drive to the sheriff’s department was short, but his thoughts were already ahead of him, running through everything he could dive into now that he wasn’t stuck behind a desk. When he walked through the front doors, he immediately felt the energy shift.

As he left the office, the crisp Montana air hit him, invigorating and fresh. The drive to the sheriff’s department felt different today. It wasn’t just a commute—it was a return. He’d spent weeks on desk duty, restless and itching to get back into the field, but now, as he approached the familiar brick building, he felt a swell of emotion he hadn’t anticipated.

He parked his truck and made his way to the front door, his boots crunching against the gravel. The moment he stepped inside, the sound hit him like a wave.

Applause.

Beau froze, his green eyes widening as he looked around. The entire department was there—Jenny Hoyt, Poppernak, Morales, Jenkins, Doris, and even some deputies from the next county over who had stopped by. They were all clapping, smiles lighting up their faces as they greeted him.

“Sheriff Arlen,” Jenny said, stepping forward with a grin. “Welcome back.”

Beau shook his head, a warm smile tugging at his lips. “Y’all really know how to make a guy feel missed,” he drawled, his voice carrying over the clapping.

Doris, standing near the back with her ever-present clipboard, called out, “Don’t get used to it, Beau. This is a one-time deal.”

That earned a round of laughter, and Beau chuckled, tipping an imaginary hat to her. “Noted, Doris. Noted.”

Beau laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “All right, all right. Y’all are actin’ like I’ve been on vacation.”

Poppernak clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You might as well have been. Desk duty’s not your style, Sheriff. We’re glad to have you back for real.”

“Glad to be back,” Beau said sincerely, his gaze sweeping over the room. “I’ve been itchin’ to get back in the mix. And I gotta say, it feels damn good to know I’ve got a team like y’all waitin’ for me.”

Jenny crossed her arms, leaning against her desk with a smirk. “We’re just glad you’re in one piece. You gave us a scare, Beau.”

He nodded, his grin softening. “I know. And I appreciate y’all holdin’ the fort while I was recoverin’. But I’m ready to pull my weight again.”

Jenny stepped closer, offering a hand. “Well, Sheriff, welcome back to full duty. Let’s just hope we can keep you out of trouble.”

Beau shook her hand, his grip firm. “No promises, Hoyt.”

The room erupted in laughter, the sound carrying through the department as Beau took in the faces around him. For the first time in weeks, he felt like himself again—not just their sheriff, but part of a team, a family.

As the applause died down and the crowd began to disperse, Beau felt a hand on his arm. He turned to see Jenny, her expression softer now.

“You really scared us,” she said quietly. “It’s good to see you standing here.”

“Thanks, Jenny,” he said, his voice low. “It’s good to be standin’ here.”

Jenny gave him a small smile and nodded before stepping away, leaving Beau to take in the moment. He looked around the department—the desks, the bulletin board cluttered with flyers, the coffee pot in the corner—and felt a deep sense of belonging. This wasn’t just a job; it was a part of who he was. And now, after everything, it felt even more meaningful.

With a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and walked toward his office, ready to take on whatever the day—and the future—had in store.

The sun was dipping low in the Montana sky as Beau parked his truck in the driveway, the warm hues of twilight casting the house in a soft glow. He turned off the engine and sat for a moment, letting the day’s events sink in. The sheriff’s department had welcomed him back with open arms, the applause and camaraderie cementing his place among the people he respected most. But now, as he looked at the house before him, the glow from the kitchen window spilling out onto the porch, he realized this was the place he truly belonged.

Beau stepped inside, greeted immediately by the faint scent of something savory lingering in the air. The quiet hum of home life enveloped him—the distant sound of the TV in the living room, Eliza’s gentle snores through the baby monitor, and the soft sound of Y/N moving in the kitchen.

He closed the door and slipped off his boots, letting the comfort of being home wash over him. As he stepped into the kitchen, Y/N looked up, a warm smile spreading across her face.

“Hey there, cowboy,” she greeted, her voice soft but teasing. “You’re home late.”

Beau crossed the room, pulling her into his arms. The tension he hadn’t realized he’d been holding melted away as he buried his face in her hair, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo. “Missed you,” he murmured, his voice low and full of warmth.

Y/N chuckled softly, resting her hands on his chest. “You were only gone for the day.”

“Still missed you,” he said, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. His green eyes were bright, his smile wide. “Got some good news, darlin’. Doctor cleared me for full duty.”

Y/N’s smile faltered, just for a second, before she masked it with a nod. “That’s… that’s great, Beau. Really.”

He tilted his head, studying her. “But?”

She sighed, her hands sliding down to his. “I’m happy for you, I am. I know how much you’ve been waiting for this. But… I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried.”

“Worried?” he asked gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She nodded, her gaze dropping to the floor. “What if something happens again? What if you…?” Her voice caught, and she shook her head. “I don’t know if I could go through that again, Beau.”

He cupped her face in his hands, tilting her head so their eyes met. “Darlin’, I hear you. I do. And I’d be a fool to say there aren’t risks. But I’ll be careful. I’ve got too much to live for now—too much to come home to.” His thumbs brushed her cheeks as his voice softened. “You. Eliza. The baby. I’m not takin’ any chances with what we’ve got, I promise you that.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she smiled, leaning into his touch. “I just need you to come home, Beau. Every time.”

“I will,” he vowed, his voice steady. “Every time, darlin’. You’ve got my word.”

Y/N let out a shaky laugh, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him close. “You’d better keep that promise.”

He held her tightly, his hand smoothing over her back. “You can count on it.”

They stood like that for a moment, the weight of their love and shared fears settling into a quiet understanding. Finally, Y/N pulled back, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek. “You’re a good man, Beau Arlen.”

“And you’re my good woman,” he replied with a soft smile, leaning in to kiss her.

The kiss started soft, a gentle meeting of lips that spoke of love and reassurance. But as their bodies pressed closer, the tenderness gave way to something deeper, something more urgent. Beau’s hands slid to her waist, pulling her flush against him as the kiss deepened, his lips trailing down her jaw and to her neck.

“Beau,” Y/N murmured, her voice breathless as her hands found their way to the buttons of his shirt. “The dishes…”

“Can wait,” he murmured against her skin, his hands moving to her hips. “Right now, it’s just you and me, darlin’.”

Beau’s lips lingered on Y/N’s as he pulled her closer, his hands settling on her hips as if anchoring himself to her. The warmth of her body against his, the way her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt—it sent a slow burn through him that started in his chest and spread outward. He deepened the kiss, his lips moving over hers with a mix of tenderness and longing, as though he were trying to convey everything he couldn’t say with words.

Y/N’s breath hitched as his hands slid up her sides, his touch firm but reverent. “Beau,” she murmured, her voice soft and filled with affection. Her fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt, a small smile tugging at her lips. “We’re still in the kitchen.”

“So?” he drawled, his green eyes darkening with a playful spark as he kissed along her jaw, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below her ear. “Pretty sure the kitchen’s seen worse.”

She let out a soft laugh, her cheeks flushing as her hands worked their way down his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. “It’s not exactly private, you know.”

Beau paused, leaning back just enough to meet her gaze. His hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. “Then let’s go somewhere private, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I want to take my time with you.”

Her breath caught at the intensity in his gaze, and she nodded, her fingers curling around his hand as he led her out of the kitchen. The walk to their bedroom was unhurried, filled with small touches and glances that spoke volumes. The house was quiet, save for the soft creak of the floorboards beneath their feet and the faint hum of the baby monitor in the background.

When they reached the bedroom, Beau turned to her, his hands settling on her waist as he guided her gently toward the bed. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting warm shadows that made the space feel even cozier. Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of love and anticipation.

Beau’s hands slid to her face, cradling it as he leaned down to kiss her again, this time slower, deeper. His lips moved over hers with deliberate care, savoring every moment. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her mouth, his voice thick with emotion. “You know that?”

Y/N smiled, her hands sliding up to rest on his chest. “You might have mentioned it once or twice.”

“Not nearly enough,” he said softly, his hands trailing down to the hem of her shirt. He paused, meeting her gaze as though silently asking for permission. When she nodded, he pulled the fabric over her head, his fingers brushing against her skin in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

He took a moment to look at her, his eyes tracing every curve, every line, with a reverence that made her cheeks flush. “You take my breath away, Y/N,” he said quietly, his hands resting on her waist. “Every time.”

She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him down into another kiss. This time, it was her turn to take the lead, her hands working to remove his shirt, her touch lingering over the faint scars on his chest and stomach. Her fingers brushed against the scar from his gunshot wound, and she paused, her lips trailing down to press a soft kiss to the healing skin.

Beau let out a shaky breath, his hand coming up to thread through her hair. “Darlin’…”

“You scared me,” she admitted softly, her lips moving against his skin. “But you’re here. You’re okay. And I’m so grateful for that.”

He tilted her chin up, his green eyes meeting hers. “I’m here,” he said firmly. “And I’m not goin’ anywhere. You’ve got me, Y/N. All of me.”

Her eyes filled with tears, and she pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together as the weight of their emotions spilled over into their movements. Beau guided her to the bed, his hands gentle but sure as he laid her down. He followed, his body covering hers as he kissed her deeply, his hands exploring her curves with a mix of tenderness and passion.

The world outside faded into insignificance as they moved together, their love and connection driving every touch, every kiss. Beau’s hands lingered over the slight swell of her belly, a reverence in his touch that made Y/N’s heart ache with love. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Do you know that?”

“You make me feel that way,” she replied, her hands sliding up to cup his face. “Every day.”

Their lovemaking was slow, unhurried, a celebration of everything they had built together and everything that was still to come. Beau worshipped her with every touch, every whispered word, and Y/N gave herself to him completely, her love for him shining in every kiss, every sigh.

When they finally stilled, their bodies tangled together under the soft covers, Beau pressed a kiss to her temple, his hand resting protectively over her stomach. “You’re my whole world, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice a quiet promise. “You and this family we’re buildin’. You’re all I need.”

“And you’re everything to us,” she replied softly, her head resting on his chest. “Always.”

As the night settled around them, they held each other close, the love they shared a quiet but powerful force that made everything else fade away.

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gorgeys · 1 day ago

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jackie taylor x 90sBaddie!fem!reader coming soon

this has been in my thoughts for DAYSSSS and i'm almost done with a fic for this pairing so be on the lookout! it's an opposites attract sorta vibe and i wanted to make this quick mood board to express what i'm thinking of when i say 90s baddie reader (and to get you guys ready for the fic!!)

i actually love this pairing sm i think i might make into a little au/series where i write a bunch of blurbs or different scenarios with jackie and 90s baddie reader. lmk if you guys would be interested or have any specific ideas for that.

#jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor x fem!reader #jackie taylor x you #jackie taylor smut #jackie taylor #yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets smut #yellowjackets #wlw #wlw smut #yj #yj x reader #x fem!reader

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 8 hours ago

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MOVIES, KISSES, AND BIRTHDAY CAKE

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem! Summary: a few days into being the new 'freak' in school, you come to find out the truth. Though, Eddie doesn't seem to like that truth. Warnings: none. A/N: IN HONOUR FOR THE WONDERFUL JOSEPH'S BIRTHDAY! AHH.

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The bell chimed above you as you walked through the glass door of family video.

Your eyes scanned the store, looking for Robin, perhaps, you weren't entirely sure, because you knew where the movie you were here for was.

You wouldn't expect many people on a Wednesday afternoon at 5pm.

So, for you to be the only person in the store is probably why there were no workers at the front.

You walked to the left to the romance section, looking at the sea of bright colours of all the lined-up VHS tapes.

You picked up Sixteen Candles and looked around again when you walked up to the counter.

The doorbell rang behind you and you turned, seeing a teen around your age look at you and frown before going to the Horror section.

You had gotten used to these looks over the past week, the party being almost 2 weeks ago.

The first day or two you had sat by yourself, finding yourself with no friends before you decided to embrace being the new freak in school.

So, you took Eddie up on his offer, finding a seat on the Hellfire table.

The rest of the club were skeptical about you at first, Though Eddie made sure they made you feel welcome after the next lunch break.

It was awkward at first, being friends with a bunch of guys, one being someone that you found yourself thinking about way too often.

After Monday, 2 days after the party where you had a go at Eddie for the spread rumour, you hadn't brought it up again, afraid that it would cause more damage than good, and seen as though you found yourself in his friend group, and that he took you in, you figured you should keep him happy so at least you'd have friends for the next few months before you graduate.

Steve had entered the store from the back, smiling as he saw you.

"Well, if it isn't miss party rocker" He smiled, typing onto the computer

You frowned, tilting your head, looking behind you to make sure he's talking to you. When you realise, he is you look back at him, still confused

"I'm sorry?" you raised your eyebrows, leaning on the counter

"Lewenski's party? you were going pretty hard that night" he chuckles, scanning your VHS tape.

Your face visibly relaxed when you realised, he might have heard that rumour...or-

"You were there?" you questioned, leaning closer

He nodded his head, placing the tape down with a smile

"Yeah, mostly in the backyard smoking, but yeah"

You opened your mouth, wanting to say so many things, but he cut you off

"You were pretty drunk, so I don't expect you to remember bumping into me, literally, but y'know. didn't take you as the one to get high with the town freak" Steve tapped the desk, shrugging

you looked around, not seeing the boy that came in a minute ago, he's probably going to the 18 plus section, behind the curtain, which is why you leaned away, shifting on your feet.

"You didn't happen to see me with Eddie that night, did you?" you asked, really hoping that Steve had the answers you needed to hear

He nodded again "yeah, you were with him for a while outside, who did you think you got high with?"

You raised your eyebrows again, trying to hide your smile.

He went to say something when you cut him off, hurriedly talking

"-didyouseemeandeddiemakingout?" you huffed

He tilted his head, his eyes widened, and he let out a chuckle "what was that?"

You sighed "did you see me and Eddie making out at any point of the night?"

he shook his head, his lips in a thin line as he thought about your question "no"

Steve was so confused, now that he was out of high school, the only way he got gossip about that stuff was through the kids- mostly Dustin.

Which is mostly why Steve went to the party, to feel like he once did in school, to get himself in the inside scoop of what was Hawkins high.

He had no memory of you two kissing or making out, and he would never peg you as the type to go after Eddie Munson

"I wasn't exactly watching you or anything- but actually" he swallowed, his fingers pausing the tapping as he looked at you weirdly.

This was it, the answers to your questions, the truth behind why you were a freak.

"I did see you go in to kiss him, though, but he stopped you- probably because he wasn't drunk" he nodded "but you seemed pretty upset about it, actually, stormed away, if I remember correctly"

You felt a weight on your shoulder lift, and you closed your eyes in relief, this was such good news, you never made out with Eddie.

You weren't a freak.

But deep down, you knew it was too late, nothing you could do or say would make any difference, you were a freak.

It was just nice to know the truth, even if no one else would care for it.

But as much as you were happy, you were embarrassed that even drunk you wanted to kiss Eddie stupid.

At this point you thought you were sick, a little under the weather because why would you want to kiss Eddie Munson so much you want to when you're drunk?

You'd have enough of it.

You quickly paid for the tape and rushed out of the store, going over to Eddie's trailer.

You'd never been there before, and you don't think he knew you knew which trailer he lived in.

You had only known about it when visiting Max one night, seeing him pull up with deafening loud music blasting.

So, you drove to Eddie's, planning to tell him the truth, thinking he'd be happy knowing it just as much as you are.

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You walked up the creaky steps to Eddie's trailer, unsure of what to expect, but you were determined to share the good news. You were almost giddy with the thought that you hadn’t actually made out with Eddie at the party. It was a small victory, but it was something you needed to share with him.

You knocked on the door, nervously shifting on your feet. It was then that the door swung open, revealing Eddie, looking somewhat surprised to see you standing there.

"Oh...hey" He smiled brightly

"Hi" you beamed

"Out of all the club, I would've expected Dustin to show up for my Birthday, not you" He shook his head, looking behind you

You frowned, trying to rack your brain

"Come in, I just ordered a pizza, so I hope you like pepperoni, if you want cake you'll have to wait until 11... That's when Wayne gets back from the plant so...Though... I uh- I don't expect you to stay that long..."

You stepped through the door when he moved out of the way.

You were so confused, until you remembered a few days ago it was briefly mentioned when you were too busy staring at his lips.

It's weird how you got so defensive and upset about the thought of you two making out, when all you want to do a lot of the day when you're with him is kiss him.

"Oh" you chuckled dryly, looking around the trailer that was his home "yeah, happy birthday!" you smiled

He grinned "thanks, sweetheart"

You blushed, feeling nervous and a little guilty as he guided you to sit on the couch

"Want some of the good stuff?" he said, walking down the hall

"Sure, I uh- I have a movie in the car if you want me to get it?" you nodded, getting up when he laughed

"Is it some cheesy romance?" he asked, peeking his head out of his room, a wide smile on his face, dimples on show as his hair hangs.

You shake your head, trying to suppress your smile, knowing you're lying.

He rolls his eyes, groaning "fine-UH" he said, dragging out the syllable

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"Sorry! No, no way," Eddie shook his head quickly, waving a dismissive hand and grabbing the remote to pause the screen just as Sam and Jake leaned in to kiss.

The frozen frame captured the couple mid-embrace, the soft glow of the TV light flickering against Eddie's disapproving expression. a greasy pizza box on the floor crimpling as he moved his foot to kick it away.

"They’re just kissing," you scoffed, furrowing your eyebrows as you leaned back against the couch. The worn fabric pressed into your shoulder blades, and you crossed your arms, giving him a pointed look.

"Yeah," he huffed, almost indignantly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "I don’t want to see it."

"Oh, you’re just salty that you’re twenty and still a virgin to everything," you teased, throwing an exaggerated grin his way as you sank further into the cushions. “And besides, you’re lucky this is the ending scene.”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed, his lips twisting into a scowl. “Excuse me? No! And to what I’ve heard, we’ve made out, so I’m not a virgin to that, am I?”

He leaned back into the couch, crossing his arms in defiance as his gaze flickered to the TV, clearly trying to act unaffected.

You couldn’t help but smile, finding his irritation oddly endearing. “Oh yeah! No- I totally forgot- which is weird because it’s literally what I came here to tell you. We didn’t make out!”

Eddie’s frown deepened, and he leaned away from you, his brows knitting together.

He licked his lips, his gaze drifting to the side as he processed your words. “Did we think we did?”

You tilted your head, watching his confusion with a small shake of your head. “Well... for a second, I thought maybe we did... but I found out from Steve-”

That set him off. Eddie snapped his head back to you, his dark eyes glaring. He shot up from the couch in one fluid motion, pacing a few steps before spinning on his heel to face you.

“Oh, Steve? How does he know anything?” His voice was sharp, almost accusing, as he ran a hand through his perpetually messy hair, his rings catching the dim light of the room.

“W-well, I went by Family Video,” you stammered, sitting up straighter. “And he was working, and he was at the party, so I asked him, and he said we didn’t, so- that’s- that’s why I came here... to tell you!”

You didn’t understand why Eddie seemed upset. His shoulders were tense, his jaw set, but the news felt like a relief to you. So why didn’t he feel the same way? You kept the smile on your face, trying to hold on to that positivity.

Eddie turned to you, his expression unreadable as he glared at you, his voice suddenly quieter but no less biting. “I thought you came here for my birthday?”

The words hit you like a weight to the chest. You blinked, your mouth opening as if to explain, but the guilt tangled your tongue.

“You didn’t even remember, did you?” he mumbled, his face dropping as he shook his head, almost laughing in disbelief.

“Eddie, no-I-I did! I just-” You sighed, searching for the words. “I thought this was good news.”

Eddie’s laugh was humorless, and he threw his hands in the air as he walked dramatically across the room. His steps were heavy, the floor creaking under his boots. “Good news? That what, turns out you aren’t a freak so you can throw my name under the bus and get your friends back?!”

“What?!” you shot back, standing up now, your voice rising with frustration. “What are you talking about, Eddie?”

He closed the distance between you in three quick strides, leaning down so his face was inches from yours, his finger pointing accusingly.

“I bet you’re happy, though, huh? That you didn’t kiss a freak, right?”

His words stung, and for a moment, you froze, your thoughts spinning back to what Steve told you at the video store. You remembered him saying you’d leaned in to kiss Eddie, and Eddie had stopped you. Eddie wasn’t drunk that night, so...

“How do you not remember that night?” you murmured, the words spilling out before you could stop them.

Eddie’s glare didn’t falter, but his confusion was evident in the furrow of his brow. “Huh?”

“Steve told me he saw me lean in to kiss you, b-but you pushed me away because you weren’t drunk... if you weren’t drunk, how do you not remember that night?” you asked, your voice softer now as you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

His expression faltered for a split second, a flicker of guilt crossing his face before he frowned again. He closed his eyes, running a hand down his face. “I-I don’t know what to tell you... I don’t remember... I must have gotten drunk afterward,” he said, his voice quieter, almost unsure.

You licked your lips, your throat suddenly dry as you looked away. “Why aren’t you happy? That we didn’t kiss? I thought...” You shrugged, your voice trailing off. “I just thought maybe it would be nice to know.”

Eddie laughed then, a low, bitter sound that didn’t reach his eyes. He looked down at the ground, his dimples deepening with the ghost of a smile that felt forced and hollow.

Got it! Let’s clean it up and make it work exactly as you envisioned. Here's the fully integrated version where she steps closer after he says, "It doesn’t matter," leading to the near-kiss interrupted by Wayne walking in.

Eddie’s laughter faded, and the room fell uncomfortably silent. He rubbed the back of his neck, his head tilted down as if he couldn’t bear to look at you. When he finally spoke, his voice came out sharper than he intended.

“Why would it be nice to know?” he snapped, his dark eyes meeting yours, his tone biting with frustration. “Why would it be so great to find out that the girl I like didn’t end up kissing me?”

The words hung in the air like a firework that had exploded too close, the weight of his confession pressing down on both of you. Eddie froze, his mouth still slightly open as if he couldn’t believe what had just come out. His chest rose and fell as he stared at you, wide-eyed, his anger dissolving into sheer panic.

Your jaw dropped, your confusion only deepening as you tried to process what he’d just said. “What?” you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible.

“I-” Eddie started, but his voice cracked. He looked away, pacing a few steps toward the window, one hand tugging at his hair. He muttered something under his breath that you couldn’t catch, but the tips of his ears were red, and he looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.

“I didn’t mean to say that” he blurted, turning back to you. His hands gestured wildly as if trying to claw the words back out of the air. “I didn’t mean- it just slipped out, okay? Forget I said anything.”

But you couldn’t forget. Not when his words were echoing in your head on a loop: the girl I like.

“You...” You blinked, your heart racing as you took a hesitant step toward him. “You like me?”

Eddie let out a short, humourless laugh, shaking his head. “No- wait, yes, but not- Jesus, this is so stupid.” He groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Forget I said anything, alright? Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen.”

But you weren’t about to let it go. “Eddie,” you said softly, stepping closer to him. “You like me?”

He let his hands drop, and the look on his face was almost painful. His shoulders sagged, and for a moment, he looked like he might actually admit it. But then he shook his head again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

You didn’t let him finish.

“It does matter,” you said quietly, stepping even closer. The distance between you closed to just a few inches, and your voice softened as your heart pounded louder in your ears. “You just said it, Eddie. You like me.”

Eddie’s breath hitched, and his eyes darted to yours, his guarded expression crumbling. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words never came. The tension between you thickened, magnetic, drawing you closer to him.

You weren’t even sure who leaned in first, but suddenly the space between you wasn’t enough. You could feel the heat radiating off him, see the flicker of hesitation in his dark eyes as they flicked down to your lips.

“Eddie…” you whispered, the sound barely audible, trembling in the charged air between you.

For the first time, he didn’t pull away. His hands twitched at his sides, his body leaning closer, as if every fiber of his being was fighting the instinct to back off.

The world seemed to still, and the only thing that existed was him, so close you could feel the ghost of his breath against your skin.

This was it... you were going to kiss him, after almost 2 months of staring at his lips and wanting to know what they felt like on yours, you were actually going to know.

Eddie didn't know what to think, his eyes were focused on your lips, but his mind was focused on that confession he just told you.

He doesn't like you, so why would he say it?

He wasn't thinking, it just slipped out, right? he totally wasn't thinking about how he liked you before he said it.

Truth is he doesn't know how he feels, you're pretty. beautiful, hot, funny...the way you laugh at his jokes, the way your eyes light up when something excites you, the way you blush when you get nervous, the way you fiddle with your fingers when you grow flustered and save a seat next to you in class- even though no one sits next to you anymore- shit.

He does like you.. but He wishes he could take it back so you wouldn't know... but that secret was out before he even realised what he said.

But he was going for it, he was about to kiss you

"Ed? I'm home" the door opened as a raspy groan echoed through the room, Eddie's uncle stepping through the door as you and Eddie jumped apart, your lips never meeting.

Your faces flaming as you stumbled backward and Eddie’s hand shot to his hair, tugging at it as he turned toward the door, his expression a mix of panic and frustration.

Wayne stood in the doorway, his lunchbox in one hand and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He stopped short, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene.

"Oh," Wayne said, blinking. "didn't tell me we were goin have company tonight"

Eddie groaned, his hands slapping over his face. "Wayne, what are you doing you're supposed to be here at 11?"

Wayne raised a hand in mock surrender, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was fighting a smirk. “oh yeah? why was I interuptin' somethin'?”

Eddie groaned and you looked away as Wayne's eyes met yours.

"No-" Eddie started before his uncle stopped him

"-plant shut off, gotta come home early" Wayne huffed as he walked to the bathroom, the tap running with water as Eddie turned to you, smiling tightly as he motioned to the bathroom, raising his eyebrows, his look saying 'well, that's my uncle'

You laughed softly as Wayne stepped out of the bathroom, shaking his hands from the water.

He moved to the kitchen with deliberate slowness, his eyes flicking between the two of you like he was watching the most entertaining drama he’d seen in weeks.

As Wayne grabbed a knife from the drawer, he glanced back at you with a raised eyebrow. "You stayin' for cake, Eddie's friend?" he said with a cheeky grin, winking as he went to the fridge

You Looked at Eddie as he introduced you to Wayne before turning back to you

"Do you want cake?" he mumbled, looking down as he played with his sleeve

You nodded with a shrug "sure.. if you want me to stay"

Eddie sat down by the two-seater table attached to the trailer wall and Wayne motioned for you to sit down on the other as he brought over a cake, it was a bit messy, but it looked perfect

He lit the candles, and as the lights were turned off, the warm glow bathed Eddie’s face, catching the curve of his cheekbones and the soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

For a moment, everything else faded- the near-kiss, the awkwardness, the unspoken feelings. All that mattered was the quiet hum of the moment, the flickering candles, and the way Eddie looked at you, like maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something neither of you could deny.

The glow of the candles danced in Eddie’s eyes; his usual bravado dimmed into something quieter, softer. You sat across from him, hands folded awkwardly on the edge of the table, not entirely sure where to look. Wayne stood behind him as he motioned you to start singing 'happy birthday' with him.

It was out of sync and very rough, but Eddie kept his embarrassed smile on his face, and once you finished the song, Wayne continued, humming off-tune as he waved his cigarette like a conductor's baton.

Eddie rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at his lips. “Alright, Wayne, you can stop now,” he muttered as Wayne’s humming grew louder and more dramatic.

Wayne smirked, leaning against the counter. “Hey, it’s not every day my nephew turns- what is it? Twenty-three? Twenty-four?”

“Twenty,” Eddie grumbled, though there was no real bite in his tone.

“Right, Twenty,” Wayne said, feigning a look of realization. “A big year for big moments, huh?” His eyes flicked meaningfully between the two of you, his smirk widening.

Eddie groaned, slumping in his chair. “Wayne, for the love of God-”

“Alright, alright, I’ll leave you two kids alone. After cake.” Wayne winked at you again, pulling a chair over and sitting down like he had all the time in the world.

You tried to stifle your laughter, stealing a glance at Eddie. He looked equal parts mortified and amused, his fingers drumming nervously against the table.

“Make a wish, Ed,” Wayne said, gesturing toward the candles.

Eddie leaned forward, pausing for a moment as if debating what to wish for. His eyes flickered to you briefly, so quick you almost missed it, before he blew out the candles in one swift breath.

Slicing the cake with the knife he’d grabbed earlier, he smiled, putting the pieces onto napkins “Alright, here we go. One slice for the birthday boy, one for the lovely guest, and—” He plopped a third slice onto his own plate. “One for me, Since I made the bloody thing.”

Wayne’s antics had you laughing now, the tension from earlier easing like a weight lifting off your shoulders. Eddie, despite his initial embarrassment, seemed to relax as well, his knee brushing against yours under the table.

“So,” Wayne began, taking a bite of cake. “How’d you two meet?”

Eddie nearly choked on his first bite, coughing violently as he waved his hand dismissively. “Wayne-”

"Oh, for the love of God, boy, stop being so dramatic" The older man rolled his eyes grumpily.

You hesitated, glancing at Eddie for guidance, but he was too busy glaring at his uncle to notice. Finally, you decided to take the reins. “Uh, school,” you said, your voice a little unsure.

“Yeah,” Eddie interjected quickly, recovering from his coughing fit. “School”

Wayne raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “School, huh? Didn’t know they taught awkward staring contests in class.”

You and Eddie exchanged a look, both of you visibly mortified.

“Alright, alright,” Wayne said with a chuckle, raising his hands in surrender. “I’ll stop meddlin’. For now.” He stood, grabbing his napkin and wiping his face, heading to the kitchen to fetch a beer

Eddie let out a long-suffering sigh, shaking his head. “I swear, he lives to torture me.”

“Seems like it,” you said, unable to keep the smile off your face.

For a while, the conversation drifted into safer territory. Wayne eventually retreated to his room, leaving the two of you alone once again. The clock ticked softly in the background, and the leftover candles sat forgotten in the corner of the table.

You frowned, looking back at Wayne's door after a while of silence"did you get a present?"

He raised an eyebrow as he wiped his mouth, nodding "yeah.. got it before school"

You smiled "what'did you get?" you bounced your leg, eating the last bite of cake on your napkin

"uh-" he scratched his arm, right over his bat tattoo "new dice set..n'some figurines"

"Mm" you hummed, nodding your head "cool"

Eddie glanced at you, his fingers tapping nervously against the table, silence filling the air for a brief moment. “Thanks for staying,” he said, his voice softer now.

“Of course,” you replied, meeting his gaze. “it's not everyday you turn Twenty.” you teased,

His lips twitched into a shy smile, the earlier awkwardness creeping back in. “Yeah, well...”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the air between you heavy with unspoken words.

“Eddie…” you began, your voice trailing off. You wanted to ask about earlier, about what he said- about you. But the words wouldn’t come, tangled in the knot in your chest.

He looked at you like he was waiting for something, his expression open and vulnerable in a way you’d rarely seen. “Yeah?”

“I…” You faltered, shaking your head with a small laugh. “I’m really glad I came tonight.”

Eddie nodded, his smile softening. “Me too.”

And though nothing else was said, the quiet understanding between you spoke volumes.

Maybe you'll get to kiss him another time.

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