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icallhimjoey · 9 months

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"Good boy. Time for supper."

JAIL. IDK IF IT'S HORNY JAIL OR REGULAR, JUST JAIL. 😩

well then LOCK ME TF UP because our boy's STARVING. here's the last part, and obviously, it's all 18+ and i really wont like you if you're a minor and continued reading. like, i genuinely wont like you as a person, so go sit with that. OKAY EVERYONE ELSE, ENJOY! Wordcount: 6.6K

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Double Or Nothing

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

You couldn’t think about it. Not in detail, but also not in the general sense. When you woke up the next morning, you let yourself briefly dip a toe into everything you could remember of the night before, and then you shut the door on it. You were halfway through breakfast leant up against the counter when Izzy rushed in, hair still wet from the shower. She looked… bad.

“What time did you get back last night?”

You’d absolutely heard her come in about fifty minutes after Joe had left. You had to pretend to be asleep already for fear of Izzy being able to read your mind since you weren’t able to think of anything else then. Or even, now. But it was the morning and there was routine, and it was easier to pretend nothing had happened the night before when there were little jobs that needed doing.

Izzy blinked at you, an empty stare somehow full of regret, and said, “I wasn’t meant to have any drinks.”

Her hangover had been the focus of the morning, which was a fucking godsend. Meant you didn’t even have to mention the bet. Didn’t have to lie about what the favour had been.

You had your eyes on your phone like a hawk all day. Couldn’t leave it out of sight, and were disappointed every time you got a message from someone else. Made you think, “shut up” when you didn’t see Joe’s name on your screen.

Until Joe did text.

“today’s favour will be over at mine”

And like a stupid teenager, you waited four minutes before you replied. Couldn’t come across too eager, could you?

“uh oh… should I be scared?”

Maybe Joe was going to have you make him dinner, or clean the floors. Something mundane he didn’t want to do himself today. You couldn’t possibly let Joe get the idea that you hoped for a repeat of the night before. If Joe was so hellbent on you winning the bet, that meant that maybe he was also hellbent on making you come on his mouth for seven days.

A girl could dream.

“no”

“ok”

“8ish if you can”

“ok”

You showered just in case. Exfoliated and shaved and sprayed some perfume down low that you walked through, because apparently you really were 16 still and boys thought girls were gross, didn’t they?

When you walked into Joe’s flat, you were glad for the teenager inside of you, because all arrows pointed in the same direction. Joe had a slow playlist going, and he’d lit a scented candle. Just the one. Easy to pretend it was there to get rid of the smell dinner left behind, like it wasn’t there for ambiance. Not that it mattered; the mood lighting took care of the ambiance plenty – cornered floor and table lamps casted the room in warm, soft oranges.

Before you could even ask what it was Joe needed of you, he said, “Sit.” and like a fucking puppy, you plonked right down in the middle of his sofa without question.

“You understand where this is going,”

You did, but couldn’t let on that you did, though. Even when Joe kneeled in front of you and started removing you shoes.

“I do?”

Joe scrunched his nose, kept undressing your lower half and said, “I think you do. You know, since you won and all,”

Made you give him a deadpan stare, just short of an eye roll. Made him smirk like a naughty schoolboy. One with an ego, though. One that knew he was right and was going to keep the bit going until you verbally agreed with him and would tell him he was right.

Unfortunately for him, you weren’t that easy.

Joe knew that.

Didn’t make trying to get you there less fun though.

You came so quick, it was stupid. Blamed it on his fingers that got involved this time. They’d hooked, and they’d hooked just right. Only two – two was plenty.

Afterwards you’d barely spoken. You’d laughed because you’d just orgasmed on Joe’s sofa – the place where you all watched weird obscure films sometimes, right on the crease between two cushions that you always lost your phone in. It was all so bizarre, you couldn’t do anything other than laugh, and Joe’d looked at you a second, then asked, “Gonna admit it?” And of course, you weren’t going to admit anything. Silly boy.

Joe had then gotten up and had stepped away – had to adjust himself in his jeans on the first step. You’d pretended you hadn’t seen and used the privacy Joe’d given by turning his back to quickly get your bottom half back into your clothes.

“I need to know what to tell people when they ask about these favours,” you looked over your shoulder and saw Joe blow out the candle. Fucking knew it was there just for the occasion. Men are so transparent.

“Mmh,” Joe thought a second, then shrugged. Said he’d go with whatever you’d tell ‘em, and he seemed not fussed. Not like how you were fussed. You didn’t need your friends knowing about this, but Joe seemed to carry an air of we’re adults, who gives a shit what we get up to, and maybe that was the better way of going about it.

Then Joe said he was going for a shower, and whilst zipping up your ankle boots, you’d gone, “I’ll see myself out!” all chipper and upbeat, like you hadn’t just shared wild intimacy together.

Wednesday had happened in the same fashion.

Joe had texted, “come to my place again”.

You thought you were being cute when you replied, “what for”.

Joe replied, “come at my place again” and you’d blushed and deleted the message straight after because no one could ever accidentally come across that.

Joe’d eaten you out on his sofa again, and you were surprised that you didn’t like how you weren’t in his bed. You were also surprised that afterwards, you were so into it, you wanted to return the favour. But just like before, Joe was quick to slip into his bathroom. You didn’t want to assume it was to rid himself of the blood and pressure that had pooled in his underwear, but you didn’t know why else Joe couldn’t really hang out with you for a little while after.

By now, it had become a little easier to look him in the eye, though.

On the fourth day of the week of favours, there was no denying how the rest of the weeks was going to go. The two of you would meet, either at his or at yours if you had the place to yourself, Joe would get his head between your legs until you felt dizzy and weak with want, and then he’d try to make you admit that you’d won. There were no kisses, no cuddles and no hands held. It truly felt like a friend doing another friend a favour, except the other way around.

And it was fine.

Joe kept his attention down where he was supposed to, and you tried to focus on the nice things, like how Joe didn’t high five you after. And how he didn’t force eye contact during. You know, things other men had done that had made you give up on their potential.

Yea, it was weird. But it was also nice. Nice was a weird way of describing it, but it was your first thought when Joe jokingly licked the inside of your leg until he heard frustrated huffs coming from above him. He had to stop because he was laughing so much, and you’d shoved him and then pretended to want to get out of your bed which turned into a little wrestle full of giggles that only stopped because he’d latched onto not your leg. Reduced you into a whimpering mess immediately.

That was nice.

It was different when it was with a friend and not some weird guy of an app. Better.

But for whatever reason, on Friday you’d woken up in a horrid mood and hadn’t been able to shake it all throughout the day. After work, you kind of wanted to go home and sit in the bath for three hours. Have wine and watch a comfort film from your childhood that could easily make you cry, like The Little Princess, or whatever.

“no pub for me tonight”

You sent into the groupchat. Got immediate private replies from both Izzy and Joe.

“got a date planned you haven’t told me about?” from Izzy.

“??” from Joe.

Two other friends made fun of Joe making you do too many things – said, “stop making her unpack your whole flat Joe” and “burnt out on day 5, best send flowers again”. You ignored the groupchat for the time being.

You sent Izzy and Joe the same reply.

“bad day, just want to be home”

Surely, Joe would understand. He had said he wouldn’t force you into doing something you didn’t want to do, and everyone had their off-days, right?

Izzy replied, “promise I’ll be quiet when I get in”

Then, a message in the group chat from her, “everyone else still going?” which trickled in thumbs up emojis over the next hour or so. Also from Joe.

And wow, that went easier than expected. Your skip a day lose a favour rule could’ve made that difficult. The strange sense of relief you felt was welcome after some twat from administration had made your blood boil by e-mailing the whole company about a mistake you’d made, warning everyone not to do the same.

You honestly thought you wouldn’t see Joe that day.

Yet, you weren’t surprised when your doorbell rang, and you saw Joe through the intercom.

“Hey, what–”

“Said I had an early morning and snuck off before anyone could ask what I’d be up to,”

You were in your pajamas – the kind you didn’t really let others see, ever. Were tired, definitely not in the mood, but Joe’d come over for one thing and one thing only.

You buzzed him in on a defeated sigh and waited for him by the front door.

When you didn’t really step aside to let Joe in, Joe slowly squeezed himself past you, his face way too close to yours. Hovered there a second, noses nearly touching.

Always close enough to kiss.

And yet...

“Come on, I’m starving.” Joe said and for the smallest of moments, you thought maybe Joe would make his way over to the kitchen. Find your left-overs to heat up. He didn’t, of course, door of your bedroom already opening.

You looked a bit dazed when you closed the door behind him, because just getting his face close to yours had flipped something inside of you. You swallowed thickly before you turned and made your way over to where Joe had installed himself on your bed.

Lying flat on his back, he smiled when he saw you step out of your pajama bottoms. Licked his bottom lip and beckoned you with two hands near his face.

You’d never sat on someone’s face before, and when you reached to turn the lights off, Joe said, “No. Leave ‘em on.” and seemed genuinely excited for what was about to happen. It was the first time you thought maybe you really were doing him a favour, instead of the other way around.

It was awkward having to bring your core to his mouth, especially since you were able to fucking see all of it. Usually, men would bring their mouths down all by themselves, wouldn’t need you to take any action. The second Joe got his mouth on you, however, no other action of you was needed besides keeping yourself upright.

Which was difficult.

You silently scolded yourself for earlier thoughts of wanting to skip today. This kind of turned everything around and you realized it was the perfect remedy. Joe curled arms around your legs and held on tightly as he worked his tongue in all sensitive spots he knew to find.

But then, about four minutes in, the sound of a key loudly being shoved into its keyhole made both you and Joe freeze.

Izzy.

You checked behind you and saw that, thank fuck, you’d closed your door before climbing onto the bed.

Frozen with fear, neither of your moved for a second, but you both listened. Heard how Izzy tried to be quiet, like she had texted she would do, heard her take off her shoes by the door before slipping into the living room. She shut the door behind her, and you let go of a breath you’d been holding.

“Fuck, okay,” you whispered as quietly as you could. “If you’re quick, she won’t– ah, mhm,”

What you meant was, if Joe was quick to leave, Izzy wouldn’t see him. Not, if he was quick to continue until you orgasmed, because you couldn’t! Not with Izzy in the house! Not from Joe’s mouth in your bedroom with Izzy on the other side of your bedroom wall!

“No, we can’t–”

But Joe was relentless, and your breathy pleas probably didn’t even reach his ears, what with your legs in the way and all. Joe held onto your thighs with newfound strength and continued with more frevour than before. Had you arching your back and slapping your own hands over your mouth to shut you up.

Shit.

You were scared the whole time. Every sense heightened and somehow therefore everything felt… even better. You didn’t like that. The combination of having Joe’s face between your legs, his tongue touching places it hadn’t even gone near before despite this being the fifth day of favours, and fear – legitimate fear, because what would happen if Izzy knew? – felt dangerous.

Somehow, you’d convinced yourself that your whole friendship and whatever else this was with Joe was held together by the fact that this was all a secret.

If your mutual friend, your best one and your flatmate at that, was to walk in with you sat on Joe’s face, it’d be over and done with. The favours would stop, which… were people able to grow attached to something in just five days, do you think? But you’d survive that. Had survived good sex leaving your life before and had always been fine. The whole friendship coming to a screeching halt, however?

It was the worst way to learn, the worst timing to learn, that even just entertaining the thought hurt your own feelings.

Maybe that was why things had never really progressed before. Joe had always been flirty with you. Slapped your ass when he saw the chance, things like that. Would graciously offer his lap whenever all seats would be taken. But until now, you’d always shoved him in return. Made him laugh, which then would make you laugh.

You were sat on Joe’s face, but you kind of wanted to sit on Joe’s lap for a few hours. The other way around so you could stare at his features. Lean in for a kiss if you wanted, one that would be reciprocated.

Have that be normal.

Be around your friends and give in to Joe’s stupid flirting and have all of that be normal.

Not that this seat was bad – it was just... the hem of your top covered half his face. You only got forehead, an eyebrow and tensed forearms when you looked down. Tensed forearms that hugged around your thighs and held you open from the front. You hadn’t even kissed Joe. Couldn’t even remember the last time you hugged.

You were swimming in complex emotions, all layered shit, good and bad and worse and better and the best but simultaneously also the absolutely worst. Your mind wasn’t with it, and it was taking long for you to get there. Was long for Joe to have his head in between your thighs.

You kind of wanted to cry, and you nearly did when Joe suddenly let a hand sneak up under your top to cup a boob.

Joe had never touched the bare flesh of your tits before. You gasped at the touch, but only because you couldn’t moan. Couldn’t be loud. The gasp made Joe sneak up his other hand as well, and it was a little awkward because the arms came up from behind you, but it worked.

Joe knew what he was doing. Got your out of your head and into your body by simple touches under your top and like fucking clockwork, you orgasmed. You bit your lips into your mouth until you swore your teeth broke the skin, stifling as much noise as you could.

Eventually, you flopped over. Fell into the mattress beside Joe, and heard him pant softly.

There was no way Izzy hadn’t heard, you thought.

When you turned your face to look at him, you hissed, “Oh my God, you look insane,” and sat up to use the fabric of the top you were still wearing to wipe at his face. Joe shook with silent laughter, but let you clean him up a little.

Bent over and leant close, skin of your torso bared from where you pulled on your top, Joe’s hand found your side. It almost didn’t touch you, hovered a little and let fingertips brush and you didn’t understand how this feather light touch wrecked you more than Joe’s tongue circling and dipping inside of you had done.

You slowly wiped at Joe’s face for longer than you needed to, let your eyes dance across Joe’s face as he stared up at you.

If you leant down right now, if you just...

You saw how Joe’s eyebrows quirked. Small little movement you wouldn’t have caught had you not been so close to him. Made your breath shudder. Made you think of how Joe didn’t push you away. Didn’t do anything but stare back up at you. Big, brown, shiny eyes. All soft and round.

You didn’t realise you’d slowly lowered down until you felt Joe’s nose touch the side of yours. He nudged you with it, away to the side a little, and you swore he was about to say something, but then you both suddenly heard movement about the flat and were thrown back into reality.

Izzy.

You pulled your top back down and avoided Joe’s eyes as you got up to tiptoe towards the door where you put your underwear back on, ears perked for any noise within the flat that would give away Izzy’s whereabouts. You noticed you still felt panicked, heart in your throat, back of your neck prickling, everything all awful and you remembered the whole day had been bad. This horrible end of it fit just right.

Because it was horrible, wasn’t it?

Your flatmate was about to find Joe in your bedroom.

That need to cry you’d felt when you’d left the office earlier that day reared its head back up.

You didn’t cry, wouldn’t cry. Not until you’d have snuck Joe out of the flat, at least.

Izzy couldn’t know.

If she knew, that would be the end of everything.

Joe hadn’t even kissed you.

A whisper of your name snapped you from your thoughts. Joe was still on your bed but was now getting out of his own clothes. Your eyes grew wider and your brow furrowed because what the fuck was he doing?

“I’ll wait her out,” Joe whispered, and in just a T-shirt and his boxers, he reached for the top of your duvet. “Wait ‘til she’s gone to sleep,”

And your mind raced for a second. Joe was probably right. To avoid your flatmate and any questions afterwards entirely, she’d have to be out cold.

But then you softly said, “You should leave,” because you wanted out of this situation.

Joe had already slipped himself into your bed, underneath the covers.

“I will, won’t be long. Izzy seemed tired,”

“I am tired,” you argued like a prissy teen. You were worried, and you felt cold. A little clammy. Grumpy, and scared still. Vulnerable and raw, and your throat hurt from the whispering and the moans you’d wheezed out.

“Come lay down,” Joe slung back covers to expose your side of your bed, and the thought of doing just that, laying down in your bed with Joe next to you, was making you feel sick. He seemed so cool and casual about it too. Like none of it really mattered.

“No, but, I–I don’t think– what if–”

“It’ll be fine,” Joe’s hushed voice reassured, and you sucked in a sharp breath that you then held. “Come,” Joe whispered again with a little more urgency, beckoning you with an impatient open hand. “Feels like you’re crashing, get into bed before you hurt yourself.”

Crashing?

“Aren’t you–” you started another whispered sentence but were cut off once more, now by Joe’s flat hand slapping down onto the mattrass in feigned frustration, eyes all wide but mouth so close to curling up into a smile.

“Come, here,” Joe ordered through clenched teeth and yea, all right. You could lay down in your bed. Your safe spot. Just, it didn’t feel so safe now that Joe was there.

When you moved into the bed and got comfortable, you felt a little like you were placing your body in a position you thought people looked best in. Like you weren’t a real person who just stepped into her own bed, but were on a film set and this is how they directed you to lay so that it looked best from all angles. You performed laying down. Stupid.

Had to remind yourself Joe was just Joe. That one guy amongst your friends who didn't impress you the way he impressed everyone else.

He was just Joe.

Unlike last week, where you felt it would be too close for comfort to curl onto your side facing Joe, it didn’t feel like there was such a thing as being too close anymore, and so that was exactly what you did now. Laid on your side, hands together and pressed under your head, facing Joe.

Joe did the same but stayed on his side of the bed, leaving plenty of space in between the two of you.

“Better?”

You shrugged with your exposed shoulder. Joe scanned your face for a second, searching eyes roaming freely and then he frowned a little.

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t...” Joe trailed off.

“You didn’t,” you were quick to reply, but you felt a tear escape your eye. It was easy to hide, since it was the eye closest to the pillow, and you thought maybe Joe wouldn’t have seen. You felt how it wet the skin between your fingers before it disappeared into the fabric.

“No, but, you seem... not okay,”

You couldn’t look him in the eye and kept eyes trained on his chest. On one particular crease in the cotton of his shirt that was just there because his shoulder were pressed forward.

It looked soft. And inviting.

“I’m fine,”

And Joe would’ve let it go. Would’ve just said, okay good, and, don’t worry I’m not that sleepy. But then a sticky tear left your other eye that traveled over the bridge of your nose. It was impossible to miss, and Joe didn’t even give you time to try to wipe it away, to excuse it, to make something up on the spot of why it was even there, because he started scooching. Closer to the middle of the bed. And then an arm reached over and placed itself on your back and pulled you in, made you scooch until your face met that crease of fabric in the middle of Joe’s chest and a large palm around the back of your head kept it there.

“Sorry,” got whispered into your hair.

“It’s not you– you didn’t do anything wrong,”

“S’just a lot?”

“Mhmm,”

It was a lot. You'd had a bad day, and now Joe was cuddling you close, and the bed was warm and soft, and you had fingers in your hair, stroking down your scalp, playing with the strands.

“Sorry,” you spoke around an exhale and relaxed. “I will fall asleep if you keep doing that,”

You would. Felt yourself relax fully and sink deeper into everything soft.

“Good. Then I’ll keep going.”

That made your face scrunch up like you were in pain. Made your ribs want to flare and tighten up simultaneously. Made you blush harder than when Joe pulled you onto his face with your full weight.

Joe didn’t lie. Had to shift twice to make sure blood flow reached his fingers still, but kept his fingers in your hair. You used the first time he moved and switched arms to snuggle closer. To burrow deeper. Was easy to hide what you were doing - you were simply also readjusting a little. The second time, you tilted your head upwards enough for your nose to find the warmth of his skin just above the collar.

You fell asleep like that.

And, troublingly, you also woke up like that.

It was morning, and Joe was still there.

You moved, stretched yourself out of Joe’s hold which roused him awake. Rolling over, you found your phone to check the time.

“What time is it?” Joe croaked, burying his face back into the pillow.

“Just past 6,”

It was early still. Early enough for Joe to be able to sneak out without Izzy even being aware he’d ever been there.

You rolled onto your back after putting your phone back down and blinked at the ceiling for a moment. Found focus in your eyes and listened to Joe’s breathing.

God, your life was so weird. This week had been weird. And there were two days of favours left still.

Then what?

What would happen after?

You’d just go back to being the friends you were before?

You didn’t think you could do that, or even wanted to do that, but you couldn’t think like that. This was just a wild week, and on Monday, things would go back to normal.

Normalish.

You’d learn to slot back into that place where Joe made advances jokingly and you’d shake your head at the bad overdone moves he’d put on you.

No one would be the wiser.

“Izzy’s asleep,” you whispered, and you meant, time to leave. You turned your head to see Joe was also lying on his back with his eyes open. Except his weren’t studying the ceiling, his were on you.

“Do you think she will still be in half an hour?”

Um. Sure? She probably would be. It was the weekend, after all.

Without warning and before you could answer his question, Joe ducked entirely under the covers and moved across. Ate you out whilst you still had sleep in your eyes.

Saturday was a whole mess.

Joe’d snuck out, hadn’t been seen or heard by your flatmate and, good.

That was good.

But you couldn’t stop thinking about how that morning had been different. Halfway through he’d swapped his death grip around your legs for search of your hands. Joe was hidden under the covers and did everything a lot slower than he’d done any of the other times, and then found your hands with his and held your hands for a little while.

You managed to be quiet. Quieter, at least. But it was still fucking amazing, especially when Joe guided your hands to the back of his head and encouraged you to push his face into you. To add more pressure that way.

He’d come up and kissed you on the forehead after, and then he’d left you in the bed by yourself, all blissed out whilst he casually got dressed and walked out. Hadn’t even asked you to tell him that you’d won the bet.

Izzy witnessed you knock over a full cup of coffee, saw how it spilled over the counter and dripped down the kitchen cabinets as you swore and clumsily cleaned it up. You made yourself a new cup which you then let slip from your hands just when you were about to sit down on the sofa, and she’d gone, “Jesus, are you all right?”

You’d grumbled something under your breath and sighed at the coffee stain you’d left on the rug.

“What happened at work?”

Izzy referenced the text you’d sent her yesterday and linked your behaviour to it. You gave a vague explanation of why your managers sucked, and Izzy said to join her for lunch later. Good big lunch, maybe a few drinks. Would do you good. Have some fun.

“Or is Joe going to, I don’t know, make you organize his junk drawer or whatever?”

“Oh,” you thought a second. “Yea, maybe. But I could do that after lunch. Joe can wait.”

However, you didn’t end up going to lunch with Izzy.

Instead, you opted to do what you’d wanted to do the night before and sat in the bath for a few hours. Watched nostalgic films that made you cry salty tears into the bath water. Thought of how you wanted Joe to kiss you on the mouth and then tried to erase those thoughts by slipping fully under the water for as long as you could.

Izzy didn’t like how you isolated. Said you’d been weird all week.

You swiftly blamed it all on work, “It’s just hectic times and I need to not be around people for a little bit.”

Whilst covered in bubbles, you heard Izzy move about, doing laundry, vacuuming, cleaning shit up - all domestic chores she’d left for the weekend. And she was on the phone to someone. You swore you heard her mention your name, but you decided to assume it was nothing. Probably just a mention of you not going out for lunch with her, or a mention of you hogging the bathroom for hours. Whatever.

Saturday had felt messy, but Sunday was all right. You’d slept okay, didn’t feel so sluggish anymore and made Izzy breakfast because you were a good friend, and she was a good friend.

You pushed every thought of it being the last day of the week of favours to the back of your mind. Evaded the topic of your friends entirely in conversation with your flatmate for fear of mentioning Joe.

Sunday was all right.

It was all right until it wasn’t.

Joe texted.

“4, my place”

You didn’t like that tone.

“ok.”

You fullstopped him and kind of hoped Joe didn’t like your tone either. Sending a text like that helped you numb your feelings a little. Was good practice for later. A self-protection sort of thing.

When you were let into Joe’s flat, you expected it to go like it had gone before. You’d walk in, there’d be slow music playing, sheer curtains drawn, mood lightning on and Joe’d direct you towards the couch.

And there was a sort of calmer playlist going, but the place smelled of food, and Joe had greeted you all upbeat and chipper. Said, “I hope you’re hungry!” and you hated that you thought today maybe you’d get to return the favour before you thought of dinner.

You’d walked in on Joe in the middle of preparing a roast dinner. A roast dinner for two.

“What’s going on here?” you asked, shrugging off your coat and surprised by how much was happening in the kitchen. Pots, pans, the oven on, all these smells, plates and cutlery stacked and ready to be moved towards the table – there was a lot going.

You watched Joe pick up the lid of a pot and stir what was inside. He shrugged with his back turned.

“Wanted a good roast dinner and couldn’t make one just for myself,” Joe looked over his shoulder. “Thought for today’s favour you could have half the food and keep me company.”

You didn’t know if relief or disappointment took the overhand on this one. You forced it to be relief, smiled at Joe and said, “This smells fucking amazing,” but felt in your gut then that it was definitely disappointment.

Rationally, this was a clever move, because it kind of moved you back into the two of you just being friends. You had dinner together, talked about all sorts – how you wanted to kick the teeth in of that one bitch from administration, and then swiftly moved onto nicer things, like Joe’s next upcoming project. Not for a second was the bet mentioned. There were moments where you entirely forgot about it too. Joe was smart. Tomorrow was going to be easy now.

It’s just that... you didn’t want it to be easy.

You wanted to crash your entire face onto his, to collide with him. You didn’t, of course, you had dinner like two civilized people, two normal friends, who pretended they hadn’t just had the weirdest week of their lives together. Didn’t mean you didn’t sneak glances at Joe’s mouth, at those pink plush lips, all throughout the meal.

When the food was all gone and the dishes had been loaded into the washer, you declared you probably should get going. Told Joe Izzy had been worried.

“Don’t know if I’ll be able to come down next Friday,” Joe said, following you as you slung arms into your coat and made your way to his front door.

“Surprise, surprise,” you said all sarcastic, smiling. Made Joe huff a small laugh before his whole facial expression changed.

“Oh, and one other thing,”

You sorted the collar of your coat with both hands and turned back to find Joe much closer to you than you’d thought he’d be.

“You still haven’t said it,”

You stopped faffing with your coat, hands dropping down, and Joe stepped even closer.

“Oh my God,” you said softly, head tilting in defeat, amused but surprised Joe was still going on about this.

“Say you won the bet,”

You squeezed your eyes shut and frowned, were about to tell Joe that he was being ridiculous and why was it still even important now? You’d ticked off the last favour. It was over now! Was his ego that precious that he still needed to hear from you that he was right?

But Joe was quicker than your words were, and in the moment of your eyes being closed, Joe brought a hand to the back of your neck. Made you snap open your eyes instantly.

Joe was close.

Nose to nose now.

Made your whole body freeze.

“Why can’t you say it?” he whispered, practically into your mouth, and you didn’t know what to do.

“I don’t–” you couldn’t even finish the sentence you started, both because you weren’t sure of what to say, but also because your throat closed up the second Joe tilted his head and moved his mouth towards your jaw.

Placed a soft chaste kiss there.

Made you close your eyes and shudder on an exhale. Made you let Joe move your head to the side as his moved down, getting your neck next.

It wasn’t the desperate collision you’d wanted before, and it’s not on your mouth either, but you were standing in Joe’s hallway about to step out and Joe wanted you to say words he wanted to hear and was coaxing them from you by letting his lips softly brush against skin they had never brushed against before.

Made you weak in the knees.

“Hmh? Just say it, say you won,”

You had your eyes closed, but your lips were parted. The grip Joe had on the base of your skull firmed, and he moved you to the other side. Got your neck there. Jaw too.

You swallowed thickly when you felt Joe move back a little. Blinked open unfocussed eyes and fuck, you were going to need a minute.

“Say it,”

Joe tilted his head down, let your foreheads meet and this was more than it had been all week. More intimate. More romantic. More of what you’d actually wanted. Joe always got so close, but Joe never kissed you.

“Say it for me,”

“I won,”

The words slipped out of you without you even registering it properly. A brief moment followed in which time sort of stopped, just for a second. You heard no one breaths, heard no blood rushing in your ears, heard no exactor fan still going in the kitchen.

Joe grinned.

You fucking said it.

He let his other hand find your face to cup and moved in to do what he’d been wanting to do all along, but hadn’t felt was appropriate.

Joe moved in and kissed you on the mouth. Got your bottom lip between his and let it be all soft, all slow.

Too slow.

Far too slow.

Time caught up and so did your brain. Then, your body did too, and where before your arms had just been down by your sides, you let them find Joe’s shoulders. Then his neck, and you used it to pull Joe in closer. Made him collide with you.

You were kissing Joe on the mouth and, Jesus, you wanted more. Deeper. Harder. Wanted to lick past his lips and live inside all of that wet and warm. You felt how Joe was trying to suppress a smile – felt that with your mouth, my God – and felt how he was about to pull back.

“No, I won, I won I won,” you panted all desperate, using forceful hands on his head to keep him attached to your face. “I won the bet, I said it. I won.”

Just for a moment, Joe just... went with it. Let you jump up and curl your legs around his torso. Had laughter stuck in his throat but loved how you gripped, and clung, and built the kiss until it became a brutal devouring mess and... shit, he needed more.

Joe started moving, used his hands to get you back out of your coat that you easily let slip off of you, one arm at a time, mouths still hungry, practically eating each other.

Joe turned back into his flat.

Then towards the bedroom.

When you realised where Joe was trying to take you, you were quick to unlatch from him. Let your feet touch the floor again.

You were kissing Joe and he was guiding you towards the bedroom.

What was happening?

“Come on,” Joe said, got his mouth back onto yours and tried lifting you up again. “I still owe you good head.”

“What, but I... the favour was having dinner with you, I–” Joe cut you off with a kiss to your neck, the pressure of it almost violent. Made you moan instantly and go all slack. Slack enough for Joe to get you back into his arms again, both of his curled tightly around your waist.

“Didn’t you just say you won?”

And, oh.

Yes.

Yes you did.

There were no favours if that was the case. Just... just good head. Like you had gotten all week, because...you’d won the fucking bet.

Even if you had pretended all week that you hadn’t.

You’d won.

“Don’t worry,” Joe panted and used an elbow to open his bedroom door. “I won too.”

You couldn’t fucking believe it. Joe grinned at you and you grinned right back before crashing into him for a kiss once more.

There were only winners here.

Joe carried you into the bedroom and you couldn’t help but giggle into his mouth as he lurched you onto the bed before using a foot to kick the door shut.

You’d won, and Joe’d won, double or nothing had turned into everything, and there were only winners.

the end

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Oil At The Coffee Shop I

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : Moving to the small town of Hawkins you hoped your journey would be a smooth one, what we hope for doesn’t always happen.

Word Count : 1.7k

Warnings : introduction, not much eddie x reader interaction, very rambley, bestie steve, sweetheart uncle wayne, grumpy eddie.

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Moving away was scary, but you couldn’t stay put any longer. You knew if you didn’t move now then you would never leave, and you needed to go.

“That’s the last of it,” you brother smiled, putting a final box in your car. “You sure you’ll be okay without me?” you asked.

“Oh Im planning on calling you every day,” he smiled, “Seriously though, this is something for you. Aunt Callie wouldn’t have left it to you if she didn’t think so.”

“Only if you’re sure-“

“I am, now,” he turned from you, “Kids come say goodbye to your auntie.” Two children came running out of the house, their mother following behind.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” you said squeezing them tight. “We miss you too,” your 2 year old niece spoke. “Will you come and see us?” your nephew asked.

“Of course Bud, and you can come and see me, and we can call!” Giving them one last squeeze you hugged your sister in law. “It’s gonna be strange not having you around, you take care of yourself okay?” she said.

“I will, and you too. Don’t let him start slacking off or I’ll come back and get him,” you laughed. “I’ll never slack off, now come here and hug me,” you brother smiled, opening his arms.

“I’m gonna miss you Scottie,” wrapping your arms around him. “I’ll miss you too Kid.” Rubbing your wet eyes and pulling away you climbed into your car. “Call us when you get there okay?” you sister in law spoke.

“Will do May, I’ll see you all soon!”

Soon enough you were off, driving away from your hometown to a small place called Hawkins.

You’d spent a lot of Summers there, your Aunt Callie had lived there. You’d spent your time playing in the lake and exploring the forest. It had been so much fun.

She had passed away a few months back, and soon you were sent a letter about her old shop. She’d left it for you.

If you weren’t swimming or running around you were in there with her. Helping her run the place for 3 weeks of the year. It was your escape, something you and Scott always looked forward too.

Hawkins had undergone some hard times, a serious of earthquakes and a whole bunch of nasty rumours. Now it was being built back up, physically and its reputation.

Your aunts shop, well your shop would be the next thing on that list. It would take a while to get there, but you hoped it would be an uneventful journey.

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It was not an uneventful journey, “I swear to god next time I see that mechanic I’m gonna beat his ass,” you ranted, your car had broke down, only half an hour away from where you had to be.

You knew there was something us with it, but the smarmy man had said no it’s all in your head. He was just too lazy to take a look. Groaning you dropped your head onto the wheel of your car.

A knock on your window caught you off guard, “You alright miss?” Looking up it was thankfully someone you recognised. “Chief Hopper!”

“My god, is that really you! I haven’t seen you in so long, how are you?”

“Great, I’m good. How are you?”

“Wonderful, what are you doing here?”

“I’m actually going to be running Callies old store. My car broke down though.”

“I see. Well I can ring a mechanic for you, stay with you until they get here.”

“Would you?”

“Course, Munsons are the best.”

“Old Wayne Munson?” You asked.

“That’s him.” He left to make a radio call from his car, giving them an idea of your location. “They’ll be here soon.”

“Thanks Hop, so how’s life treating you?”

“Life’s good right now, got a wife. Kids.”

“Finally had the guts to tell Joyce how you feel?” He nodded, chuckling. “And the kids?”

“Well her two boys, mine now. Jonathan and Will. Then we’ve got a daughter, El.”

“Callie mentioned, gosh I bet little Wills all grown up now.”

“He’s 19 in a few months.” You let out a sigh, “Man you’ve made me feel old.” Hop laughed at that.

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The catch up continued for a while, laughter and shared memories. Hopper was baffled by the fact Scott had a wife and kids of his own.

Soon enough a tow truck came driving up towards you, loud music playing. “Here we go,” Hopper said, motioning to the vehicle.

A man climbed out of the truck, clad in overalls and a grease stained white tee. Curly hair pulled into a bun on his head, hands cover in rings and tattoos here and there.

“Eddie, thanks for coming,” Hopper spoke.

“No worries, this the car?” he asked.

“Yeah it’s mine,” you motioned to yourself, and he met your eyes.

Dark eyes that looked like melted chocolate held your gaze. A face with light stubble, maybe from 2 days of not shaving. Wrinkles by his mouth, smile lines clearly, but darkness under his eyes.

He was beautiful. “Eddie this is Miss Callies niece,” he introduced you.

“Right, Eddie Munson. What happened?” he asked. “Well it was fine, it’s been making weird noises and then it just stopped. I had it checked over a few weeks ago but the guy wasn’t the best.”

“Well I’ll tow you into town, and then we can sort everything out at the shop.” He walked to grab his gear from the back of the truck.

“Great. Thanks for staying with me Hop,” you smiled at the older man. “Sure thing, Eddie you alright to take her into town.”

“Sure, you can get in. I’ll be with you in a minute,” he spoke, he voice was dull. Almost like he was bored, or tired or both.

Saying goodbye to Hopper you climbed in the van, waiting for Eddie to connect your car to the van.

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“Here we are,” Eddie spoke as you pulled into a mechanics shop. This was the first time he’d said a word since you left Hopper. You’d tried to make conversations, only met with grunts and hums.

Climbing out you saw a few other guys around the shop. A older man walked over to you, “Hey Son, this the one Hop called in?”

“Yeah Wayne, says there’s been a strange sound. Had it checked a few weeks back but not thorough.”

“We’ll get it sorted for you,” the man, Wayne, smiled softly at you.

He had a kind face, old and worn, but you could tell he was a gentle soul. “Thank you so much, you don’t happen to have a phone I could use do you. It’s just I’m moving here today and all my stuff is in the car.”

“You got someone who can help?” Wayne asked. You nodded, “Right, okay come with me.” Wayne led you into an office space, a phone on the desk. “Take as long as you need, I’ll help Eddie check it over.”

Dialling a number in, you waited for it to ring. “Harrington.”

“Stevie,” you smiled, he spoke your name, “How are you?” he asked.

“I’m okay, I’m really sorry to ask though, can you help me out?”

“Sure, what do you need from me love?”

“Think you could come and get me and my stuff from Munsons Mechanics?”

“I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon.”

“Thanks Steve, you’re the best.”

“Oh tell me something I don’t know.”

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A maroon BMW pulled up. You’d met Steve good few summers ago, he’d been playing basketball with your brother. You’d become fast friends, he was a sweetheart, a flirt, but a sweetheart.

He spoke your name, smiling widely. “Steve!” you grinned, he wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Hello you, god I’ve missed you,” he said.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Course.”

“Hey Mister Munson, would I be okay to start moving my stuff?” you asked the older man. “Sure, I’ve got some paperwork for you to fill out too.”

“You go do that and I’ll start moving your stuff,” Steve said, squeezing your shoulder.

“Harrington.”

“Munson, how you doing?”

“I’m alright. What are you doing here?”

“Picking up my friend,” he nodded over to you, who was currently filling in paperwork. Chatting away to Wayne as she did.

“You know her?”

“Mhm, childhood friends, Callies niece.”

“I’ve heard, never seen her.”

“She used to come every summer with her brother, makes sense you didn’t see her, was when you just moved here.”

He hummed, as Steve went and moved boxes between cars. “Right that’s the paperwork sorted, we’ll give you a call when it’s all ready.”

“Great, do I need to pay a deposit, I’ve got my purse.”

“We don’t really do that ‘round here, small town and all.”

“Oh I insist,” you pulled out a 50 and passed it to the man, smiling at him softly. “At least for fuel money for you coming to get me.”

“That’s very kind. Did you want help with the boxes?”

“Oh no it’s okay, I haven’t got much.” Smiling again at the man, you walked over to help Steve move the last few boxes.

“Thank you for the help, it was nice meeting you,” you spoke to Wayne.

“Course, we’ll give you a call. Nodding you climbed in besides Steve, “Thank you too Eddie.” He gave a grunt of your welcome and you were on your way.

“God I can’t believe you’re staying! It’s so exciting,” Steve said happily.

“It is, I’ve got a lock of work to do though. I know those earthquakes did a lot of damage to the shop.”

“I’ll help you fix it up, sure the others can too. Does anyone else know you’re coming into town?”

“A couple people, I mean Hopper was the one who helped me out when my car broke down.”

“Ah right, well Wayne and Eddie will get it fixed up in no time.”

“Don’t think Eddie likes me all that much,” you huffed a laugh. “Don’t worry about him, he’s grumpy all the time.” Nodding you head, you couldn’t help smiling when the shop came into view.

Climbing out of the car Steve spoke, “You go open up and I’ll start grabbing stuff.” Walking towards the door, you used the code to unlock where the key was kept.

Pushing it open a wave of memories took over, some new ones were about to be made.

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A/N: AHHHH! It is here, the first part of Oil At The Coffee Shop. I can’t wait for you guys to find out what’s to come I hope you like it 🤍

Thank you so much for reading 🤍

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hairstevington · 8 months

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Do I wanna know?

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Somewhere in the multiverse, there is a world where everyone has a choice - If you had the option of reading a list of everyone who's ever been in love with you, would you do it?

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Modern day AU sort of?? It's not based in realism, just go with it. Best friends to lovers, Robin & Steve & Eddie all live together because I said so, mutual pining, fluff, confession of feelings, lots of denial but they figure it out eventually

A/N: This idea came to me during my stats class, and then it became very difficult to continue focusing on my stats class. (I wrote it as soon as we were dismissed lol). Enjoy this cute little Steddie one shot! Ao3 link here :)

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“Dude, did you see what they just announced?” Steve asked as he played video games with Eddie.

“Yeah, it’s some wild shit,” Eddie replied. “How is it even possible?”

“I think it’s fake,” Robin called from the kitchen as she made them all pizza rolls.

“Not fake,” Steve insisted. “I was reading about it on the internet and a bunch of people are saying it’s legit.”

“Well, if you read it on the internet, it must be true,” Robin remarked sarcastically.

“Whatever,” Steve said. “I’m gonna get mine and find out.”

The deal was that, somehow, everyone had the option of getting a list of statistics about their lives. It was advertised with a variety of categories to look through - some of them could have been retrieved through bank statements and background checks, like the number of countries visited, money spent, etc. Other categories (let’s be real, the most intriguing categories), were far more mysterious.

Number of near-death experiences. Every book you’ve read, with a total word count. And, the most exciting of the bunch - How many people have been in love with you, and who.

“Don’t waste your money or your time,” Eddie said with a roll of his eyes. “It’s bullshit. Probably just another way for the government to squeeze more money out of us.”

“Come on, it’s not some conspiracy, Eds,” Steve replied. “I’m just curious, that's all.”

“Oh, I bet,” Robin chimed in. “Just be honest and admit you want to know about the love thing. You and your ego, Dingus.” Steve smiled. He couldn’t argue with her.

“As if you’re not also dying to read yours,” he countered.

“I’m pretty sure mine would just hurt my feelings,” Robin said with a sigh. “Robin Buckley - loved by her platonic soulmate Steve Harrington and Creepy Carl from band camp.” Eddie snickered.

“Carl wasn’t that creepy,” he said.

“You’re only saying that because you were also kind of creepy in high school,” she replied. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Eddie responded with a shrug. “But I think I speak for all former creeps when I say we were just socially stunted and awkward. Most of us grew up to be half-decent people.”

“Way to humble brag,” Steve teased.

“I’m bragging by saying I’m half-decent?” Eddie replied. Steve laughed and nodded. Meanwhile, Robin quickly scrolled through her phone until she stumbled across what she was looking for with a gasp.

“Oh my god,” she said. “Creepy Carl’s most recent post is about how the patriarchy is a myth.” Steve laughed again and pushed Eddie playfully. Eddie flopped over on the couch and groaned.

“Dammit, Carl, I was rooting for you!” he joked.

“We were all rooting for you, how dare you!” the three of them shouted in unison.

That was, of course, a reference to America’s Next Top Model, which Robin showed the boys clips of one night during a rant about the toxicity and absolute batshit nature of early 2000s reality TV. That quote, for whatever reason, stuck. They had a lot of inside jokes like that.

This is how life had been for the three of them the last few years. They’d become best friends straight out of high school, then all moved in together. Life was comfortable and nice.

Steve somehow convinced Robin that they would both get their lists together. Eddie, on the other hand, downright refused.

“I don’t need any of that shit,” he insisted. “It’s not gonna do me any good, and I’m perfectly fine staying in the dark.”

“Okay, I get it,” Steve said, holding his hands up. “You’re scared and lame, that’s totally okay.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Shut up, dickhead,” he replied. “This whole thing is stupid anyway. And - and it’s not like we can seriously trust whatever it says. It’s probably just…all lies, anyway.”

“Yeah, but they’re fun lies,” Robin countered. “It’s like hearing gossip about your own life.”

“Exactly!” Steve agreed. “It’s just for fun.”

“Have your fun, then,” Eddie said devilishly. “I’ll be in my room, not being an idiot.”

Robin and Steve put their names and date of birth into a search engine and, within five minutes, each had their respective documents in their inboxes. Steve opened his immediately and eagerly, skipping past all the boring shit until he found the good stuff.

Number of people who have had crushes on Steve Harrington: 436.

Number of people who have been in love with Steve Harrington: 85.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, looking at the long list of names. He looked up from his phone to see Robin staring at the wall. “Why aren’t you reading?”

“I don’t think I can do it,” she said. “I’m chickening out.” Steve scoffed.

“What? Robs, come on. You already ordered the damn thing.”

“Yeah, but -” She sighed. “But now it’s, like, real.”

“Do you want me to read yours for you?” he asked. She shook her head.

“No, I think I’m just going to keep it unread for now,” she decided. Steve shrugged.

“Okay, if that’s what you want.” Robin scooted herself over on the couch so she could look at Steve’s phone screen.

“Wait, they even have crushes on there?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Jeez, Harrington. That’s quite the list.” Steve smirked, realizing it very much did give him an ego boost. He continued scrolling to see even more categories.

Number of people Steve Harrington has had a crush on: 63.

Jesus, Steve thought to himself. That’s kind of embarrassing. In his defense, some of them were celebrities. He continued reading.

Number of people Steve Harrington has been in love with: 3.

Steve didn’t even have to read the list to know who was on it. He quickly clicked his phone off before Robin could see.

“Hey!” she said. “What was that for? It’s not like there are any secrets between us.”

“No, I just - I’ll read it later,” Steve said.

Robin would usually be right. She was almost completely right. It’s just that Steve had one secret. And it wasn’t even really a secret, it was just something he kept to himself, because it didn’t really matter.

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

He had barely admitted it to himself, honestly. It’s not like anything would happen. Him and Eddie were best friends, and if something was going to happen between them, it would have already happened. Now, they were too close, and living together. It was different. It didn’t matter. Besides, Robin was on his list, and he wasn’t running off to date her.

Steve put his phone away and didn’t check the list again for a couple days.

“So, how’s the list?” Eddie asked one morning as he made a pot of coffee. “You haven’t said anything about it.” Steve shrugged.

“It’s like a million pages long,” Robin chimed in. Eddie clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“That’s not surprising,” he said. “It’s a shame Harrington isn’t much of a reader. It might take him years to get through.” Steve glared at Eddie, who grinned in response.

“Are you ever going to stop poking fun at me about that?” he wondered.

“Aaaaabsolutely not,” Eddie replied. “Steve, The Hobbit is 310 pages. 310. Even one page a day you would have been done in a year, and you’re still not done.”

“Okay, listen,” Steve responded defensively. “It’s not my kind of book, alright?”

“He likes the ones with the pictures,” Robin teased. Eddie laughed and high-fived her.

“Wooow, okay,” Steve replied. “I see how it is. I’m just gonna grab my cereal and go, then.”

“Nooo, don’t leave on our behalf,” Eddie said.

“We’re soorrrryyyyyy,” Robin added. Steve chuckled and shook his head.

“Whatever,” he resigned. “I haven’t read the damn list. Not all of it, anyway.” Robin’s ears perked up.

“But you’ve read some of it, right?” she asked. “Spill!”

“Just the first ten names or so,” Steve said. He had gotten a glimpse when he skimmed over it the first time. “I think it’s in chronological order.”

“Anyone surprising?” Eddie wondered. Steve shook his head.

“No,” he said. “Although it did confirm my suspicion that Katie Crystal was into me, after all.”

“I’m thinking maybe I should read mine,” Robin said quietly.

“Yeah, well duh,” Eddie replied. “You paid for it.”

“It’s just - it’s not a big deal, right?” Steve looked at Eddie to survey his reaction. Eddie just shrugged. “It’s like you said, Eds. We don’t even know if it’s accurate.”

Steve didn’t really know if all of it was accurate, but some of it sure as shit was.

“Exactly,” Eddie agreed. “So, Steve, there’s a chance that Katie Crystal actually hated your guts. Who’s to say?”

Steve rolled his eyes. Another few days passed.

Robin flip-flopped between whether or not she wanted to read her list every few hours or so. Steve and Eddie placed their bets on how long it would take her to crack.

Meanwhile, Steve counted his lucky stars that Eddie decided not to buy his list. It was clear that they were bros and nothing more, so Eddie finding out would have made everything incredibly weird.

This was for the best.

Things carried on as they usually did, until one day Steve was so bored, he decided to revisit the godforsaken document. Plus, he’d been on a few dates that ended in disaster, and reading about the hundreds of people that were into him was bound to put him in good spirits.

He had no idea just how right he was.

The names were all relatively normal. Steve tended to know when girls had a thing for him, especially back in high school. There were some names he didn’t recognize, which meant that there were total strangers crushing on him. He wondered how that was even possible. Like, at that point, they were just basing it on looks and vibes alone.

Eh. Steve had crushes on people in the past over less. He kept reading.

He made his way down the list until he reached Eddie’s name. He read it again and again to make sure he was seeing it right.

Eddie had said repeatedly that this thing could be total bullshit, though. Steve had to take it all with a grain of salt. Besides, crushes meant nothing. Hell, Steve was pretty sure Eddie had mentioned once that he thought Steve was hot when they first became friends.

Steve made his way to the list of people who’d loved him. None of the names mattered except one.

Eddie Munson.

“Oh, shit,” Steve muttered. “Oh, shit!” He jumped up out of bed and paced the floor. He had no idea what to do with this information.

It could be bullshit. It could be nothing.

Or maybe, Eddie had kept saying it was bullshit because he knew what Steve would find.

“OH MY GOD.”

Robin came bursting into Steve’s room a few moments later.

“What? What’s going on?” she said. She looked to see his phone on the floor and his hands in his hair. “Oh my god, you read it! What was it? What’s got you all freaked out?”

“I gotta - uhh - I gotta -” He didn’t know how to finish that sentence with Robin in the room. He had to find Eddie - that’s what he had to do. But his head was spinning too much to do so.

“That’s it. I’m gonna read mine right now,” Robin decided. She swiftly left to go back to her room while Steve continued to pace.

“Holy shit,” he said to himself. He thought about it for a few minutes, scrawled something on a piece of paper, and then walked down the hall to Eddie’s room.

Eddie opened the door a few inches, still wearing his sweatpants. He hadn’t left his room yet that day, but his guitar was lying on his bed, which meant he’d been practicing.

“What’s up?” Eddie asked.

“I finished the list,” Steve replied. Eddie’s jaw clenched just enough for Steve to notice, and then he shrugged.

“And?” Steve continued to look at Eddie until he broke his composure. He sighed, then opened his door wider. “Come in,” he said.

Steve had been in Eddie’s bedroom a million times. They’d watched movies in there and stayed up all night talking and smoked together and dear sweet lord I am so dumb for never noticing.

“Is it bullshit?” Steve asked. Eddie started spinning the ring on his middle finger anxiously, refusing to make eye contact.

“Uhh, is what bullshit?” Eddie replied. Steve put his hands on his hips and cocked his head.

“Come on, you know what I’m talking about,” he said. “I just - is it bullshit? Tell me the truth.”

Eddie stared at him for a few long moments before gently shaking his head.

“It’s not bullshit.”

Steve’s hands fell back to his sides, and he felt himself get lightheaded.

“It’s -” he began, struggling to find the words. He cleared his throat. “Wow, I uh -”

“It doesn’t matter, though,” Eddie interjected. “Just so you know. I like what we have. We’re, ya know, we’re friends. Roommates.”

“Do you still -?” Steve started to ask. He noticed Eddie’s eyes flooded with fear, a sight he rarely saw. “I mean, do you still?”

“Steve, I -” Eddie began, his voice tired. “I really, uh. I don’t know what to say.”

Steve dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out the piece of paper he’d ripped from his notebook. He held it out for Eddie to take, and when Eddie didn’t reach for it, Steve stepped closer and stuffed the page right into Eddie’s hand.

“Read it,” Steve encouraged.

“What is it?”

“It’s your list.” Eddie’s faced scrunched with confusion. “Yeah, I made it myself.”

“I told you, I don’t wanna know,” he said, trying to give the paper back to Steve.

“Trust me, you do.”

Eddie sighed, then unfolded the paper and read it.

People who are in love with Eddie Munson:

-Me

-(Steve Harrington)

Steve waited and watched Eddie’s eyes travel up and down the page, similar to the way Steve’s had when he read Eddie’s name on his own list. Finally, Eddie looked up.

“Really?” he asked, his voice soft. Steve smiled and nodded.

“Really.”

In that moment, they both knew this changed everything, and yet it changed nothing at all. They’d just skipped a bunch of steps of dating - blown past the getting-to-know-you stage straight into living together and doing all the domestic shit.

Eddie and Steve each stepped toward the other until their hands met.

“OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!”

Robin’s voice pierced through their intimate moment and completely obliterated it. The boys glanced at each other in confusion and then ran out to see what Robin was yelling about.

She was already out the front door by the time they got to the kitchen. If this were a cartoon, she would have left behind a cloud of smoke.

“What do you think that’s about?” Steve asked. Eddie felt his phone buzz and checked it to find Robin had texted a screenshot to the household group chat. He smirked.

“Vicki’s on her list,” Eddie said. Steve chuckled, happy that everyone managed to find their happy ending.

“You know what that means?” Steve asked.

“That you owe me 20 bucks?” Eddie teased.

“Well, that," Steve replied. "But is also means we’re alone in the apartment for a while." Eddie grinned and took Steve by the hand.

“I like the way you think.”

They ran to Steve’s room together, and if the confession of love hadn’t already changed everything, sleeping together certainly did.

It was the good kind of change, though. The kind that moved mountains and cleared all the clouds from the sky.

At last, the idiots were together. All it took was years of denial and one payment of $44.49.

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mllersjoel · 3 months

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good old fashioned lover boy

Pairing: Regency!Wyll Ravengard x gn!reader

Summary: It's dreadfully boring at this ball, especially when Lord Gortash won't stop talking to you. Lord Ravengard steps in, and just maybe, this night can be saved.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: why does no one write for my bb boy. i love him. have some regency au (writing comms r open btw!)

It’s your second year as an eligible member of society, and you are bored out of your mind. Your guardian has dragged you to yet another ball, with dancing and schmoozing that you would rather die than be doing. Thankfully, you’ve managed to avoid just about everyone who wants to sign your dance card with a glare or pretending to choke so hard tears well up in your eyes. You came here because your best friend, Astarion, promised to accompany you this time and fill up your dance card with his name only, but that plan swiftly fell out the window as he laid eyes on a pretty half-elf.

You could see him check out of the conversation, eyes flitting to them then back at yours.

“Just go, Astarion,” you sigh, shoving him playfully.

His eyes blink back to yours, trying and failing to pretend like he wasn’t ogling another person. “I have no idea what you’re on about, darling.”

“I can handle myself and it’s pathetic watching you try to concentrate on me. Go.”

Astarion smiles broadly, kissing your cheeks. “Have I ever told you you’re the light of my life?”

You snort. “Just when you want something.”

He shrugs, taking your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. “If you need me, just shout.”

He leaves, and you’re barely able to let out a breath before another man (greasy, looking like he needs two decades of sleep) takes his place. Without asking, he signs his name on your dance card. “Enver Gortash, Lord of this estate. Care to dance with me?”

You are pulled to the dance floor before you can even answer and you desperately try to come up with an excuse. “I—I can’t dance right now,” you protest, attempting to extricate yourself from his grasp without seeming rude, “I’m waiting for someone.” He ignores you, laughing.

“Don’t play coy,” he says, assuming a waltz position. The music begins, and you have no choice but to dance with him. You catch Astarion’s eye and watch him square his shoulders, ready to pull you out of there as you minutely shake your head at him.

‘Don’t make a scene,’ you mouth.

The entire time you dance with Lord Gortash, he drones on and on about his estate, how he fought for his wealth (although it was an open secret that he participated in less than savory business practices), and how immodestly he thinks women are dressed now. The song feels like its going on forever, then, blissfully, the music stops. There is a slight bustle as everyone switches partners, looking at who’s next on your dance card. Lord Gortash takes your hand, and with a predatory grin realises you have no one else on your dance card. As he takes your pencil, eager to write his name again, a hand grips his wrist and stops him.

You look up and see a beautiful man, dark skinned, hair braided closely to his head and a slight stubble covering his cheeks. He has a deep brown, almost black eye, while the other seemed pale and translucent. His smile is charming and bright, without a hint of sleaziness the other man seemed to carry in bucket loads. “I’m terribly sorry to cut in,” he says, the dulcet tones of his voice sending a slight shiver down your spine, “but I believe it’s my turn to have the pleasure of their company.”

Lord Gortash scoffs, brandishing your dance card towards the handsome man. “Your name isn’t on there. Mine is. Get lost, Ravengard.”

The man—Ravengard—nods, taking a step back. He seems as if he’s about to leave, and your heart sinks at the prospect of another dance with this man when he leans back in, pointing near the back. “Oh, before I go, I fear I spy Lady Karlach on her way. She mentioned something about—what was it now?—getting even?”

You see Gortash’s face turn white as he whips his head around, trying to spot someone. Without sparing you a second glance, he practically runs out of the ballroom, tripping on his own feet as he’s nearly sent sprawling. You hide your laugh behind your hand, catching the eye of Ravengard. “Thank you,” you say, adjusting your clothes, “he just wouldn’t stop talking.”

“You seemed like you were in need of saving,” he says, taking your hand and planting a feather-light kiss on the back of it. “Lord Wyll Ravengard, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You give your name back which he tests immediately, smiling at the way it sounds. He gestures to your dance card, his hand still holding yours. “May I?”

You nod, delighted that this night seemed to be turning around. He writes his name in neat, precise cursive, finishing just as the band begins to play the notes of the next song. His hand is warm as it envelops yours, large, course fingers wrapping around your glove, leading you to the middle of the dance floor.

A slow dance begins to play, and suddenly you are swept up in his movements. He dances easily, leading you as if it was second nature.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” you say, matching his movements easily.

He smiles bashfully, looking down for a second. “Ah, I’ve been away.”

“And how do you like being back?”

He twirls you, catching you easily when you return back into his arms. “I like it a lot better now.”

As you waltz with him, you catch Astarion’s eye once more. He mouths, ‘Good?’

You nod and smile, glad when he gives you a thumbs up of approval. ‘He’s sexy,’ Astarion tells you, and you accidentally snort, looking away when Lord Ravengard raises an amused brow at you. “Too clichéd?”

“No, not at all!” You scramble, trying to school your face into a neutral expression. Every time you looked at his face, however, you started giggling again. Lord Ravengard laughed along with you, still not missing a step and barely even wincing when you inevitably stepped on his toes. “My friend is being stupid, that’s all.”

“Well,” Lord Ravengard starts, stepping closer than what was deemed proper, “if it’s not my horribly cheesy sayings, may I say that you look more stunning than the goddess Aphrodite herself?”

You gasp in jest, smiling. “Careful, my lord, your hubris may see you cursed.”

The song ends, yet he remains still, holding you. “A small price to pay to adequately compliment your beauty.”

Your heart stutters as he steps back, bowing as you hesitantly remember to do the same. “May I see you again?” You ask, hoping your forward nature doesn’t put him off like so many other men.

He smiles broadly, genuine. “I would love that.”

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slutforsilverfoxes · 1 year

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Black & Gold

A/N: I just love the idea of our goofy, giddy boy being with a no-nonsense lawyer type who’s so soft for Tony and Tony only 🥹 Like, “she calls him Bear because his mother’s maiden name was Paddington” type soft…but she also likes to dominate him, u feel me? (Sorry if this sucks, the idea came to me and I banged it out in like a half hour)

You rolled your eyes with a huff as you stepped out of the elevator into the NCIS bullpen, tucking your phone between your ear and shoulder as you dug around in your purse for your beloved Burt’s Bees- mango flavor, Tony’s favorite. “Absolutely not,” you growled, the frown on your face melting away when you caught sight of your boyfriend at his desk. Tony looked up and met your smile with one of his own, shaking his head when your features hardened again and saying a silent prayer for the idiot on the phone daring enough to challenge the likes of you.

“Tell your client he should’ve thought of that before laying a finger on mine, Gareth,” you snarled. “I’ll see you in hell. Or court. Wherever you end up first.”

You paused, eyebrow steadily rising as you listened to the opposing lawyer’s response. “Oh, I promise you’ll be able to spot me. I’ll be the one serving up your head on a silver platter!” Pressing the red button on the screen, you dropped your phone into your purse with a sigh. “That used to be a lot more satisfying when they snapped shut.”

“Borrow mine next time,” a voice called from the desk catty-corner to Tony’s, and you threw your boyfriend’s boss a charming smile.

“Y’know, Jethro, I might just take you up on that.” Turning your attention back to the handsome devil before you, you ran your perfectly manicured nails along his jaw and offered a simple, “Hi, Bear.”

Tony nearly purred, catching himself at the last second and narrowly escaping being the butt of his colleagues’ jokes. “Hi, beautiful. Was that about the Harvey case?”

You shook your head in disappointment, dropping your visitor’s badge on his desk before leaning against the back of his chair. “Don’t even get me started. How was your day, everyone?”

“Interesting, to say the least,” Ziva smirked, and you raised an eyebrow out of curiosity. “McGee kept us entertained with his… technical skills, shall we say.”

“Oh?” You turned your attention to Tim, noting the flush creeping along his cheeks and his inability to make eye contact with you. “Don’t be shy, Tim,” you teased, loving how the younger brunette seemed to always be flustered around you.

“Yeah, Peeping Tim, tell Y/N what you found.”

“Tony!” McGee’s head shot up to meet Tony’s challenge with a glare, the blush on his cheeks growing darker when you cocked your head at him.

“Well, Timothy?” You let your hands roam over Tony’s broad shoulders, squeezing every so often and relishing the firm muscle beneath your fingertips.

“Let me first say that I didn’t go looking for anything. Well, I did, but it’s because my coffee was gone from my desk and-”

“Spit it out, Elf Lord,” Gibbs called from his desk, sounding disinterested although he was no doubt enjoying McGee’s obvious discomfort. “You saw Y/N and DiNozzo playing grab-ass on his desk.”

“Oh, Tim,” you tutted playfully. “If you wanted to watch, you could’ve just asked.”

Ziva barked out a laugh and Gibbs met your gaze with an amused smirk, playfully berating you for instigating a breach of professionalism after hours when the telltale sound of Abby’s boots rounding the corner joined the mix.

“Is she here? Are you here? Oh, thank god, you’re here,” she squealed in delight, grabbing your hand and whisking you off to the lab. “Five minutes, Tony, I promise!”

Ziva waited until Abby had dragged you a safe distance away before turning to her colleague. “I still do not know how you managed to trick her into a relationship with you. She is just so cool and confident with her all black outfits and stilettos and you are… you.”

“I’ll have you know it was love at first sight,” Tony shot back smugly.

“Really?” McGee quipped. “Could’ve fooled us.”

The NCIS agent had strutted into your office with a practiced ease, credentials in one hand, the other poised to shake yours. “Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS. Call me Tony.”

“Y/N Y/LN,” you had returned in kind, placing your hand in his. You were immediately struck by his olive green eyes, twinkling with clear mischief although they held something deeper, more genuine behind the bravado.

“What a coincidence,” he had smiled, “that’s my wife’s name.”

The erratic fluttering of your heart had stopped abruptly, although your face remained unchanged, the art of hiding your emotions in the courtroom coming in handy. You had pulled your hand back from his grip, gaze subtly flicking toward his bare left hand. “You’re married?”

He had drawn his bottom lip between his teeth for a brief moment before smirking at you. “No, ma’am, not yet.”

“Would’ve sealed the deal that day itself, if not for her being a key witness in our case,” Tony sighed, crossing his hands behind his head as he replayed the moment like one of his favorite movies.

“Humble yourself, DiNozzo,” you cracked as you returned to the bullpen with Abby in tow. “You practically begged me to go out with you.”

“I did not, you were just playing hard to get.”

“Okay, buddy,” you snorted, meeting his gaze and puckering your lips in an air-kiss to soften the blow. Glancing down at your watch, you added, “We’ve gotta get going. You, me, and your ridiculously skinny tie have a date with a private chef at home. Goodnight, everyone,” you smiled at each member of Tony’s team as you passed by their desks on the way out.

Fiddling with the Italian silk around his neck, Tony laughed, speaking to no one in particular. “She actually loves them. You love my ties, right, honey?”

“Yeah!” you called over your shoulder without turning around, a playful smirk blooming across your face. “I love ‘em cause I can use them as a leash.” You pressed the call button for the elevator, then turned and whistled for Tony, trying not to break character by bursting out laughing. You wished you could see the stunned look on McGee’s face right now, but Ziva and Abby’s reenactment tomorrow would have to do.

“She’s just joking,” Tony waved his hand with an awkward chuckle, considering his options for exactly half a second before gathering up his things and running to join you, throwing out a hurried, “Night, guys!”

“I still do not understand their dynamic,” Ziva said after the two of you had exited, shaking her head with a soft smile.

“I think they’re what kids these days would call a ‘black cat and golden retriever’ couple,” McGee offered.

“That certainly fits,” Gibbs conceded. “Tony’s loyal, loving, and has a perpetually dumb, goofy grin on his face.” Mouthing at the tip of his reading glasses, he muttered, “Now, if only I could train him.”

McGee pulled out a bag of pretzels from the top drawer of his desk and shook it with a self-satisfied smile. “You just need some positive reinforcement, Boss.”

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bluewhitehues · 3 months

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Hug | Kim Mingyu

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: Angst? (Little bit), comfort, strangers to lovers, fluff

Pairing : Idol Kim Mingyu × (f) reader

Warning: mentions of anxiety

Part 5

You've been doing just work, work and work everyday. Going to work at 10AM, coming home till 6:30PM, then preparing dinner, eating it and sleeping that's your daily routine.

You're a person who always overthink and worry about things and your anxiety doesn't help at all.

So, you can't help but be nervous about meeting Mingyu again like what if you embarrass yourself? Cause you tend to do that a lot,you feel awkward until you get close and comfortable enough with that person. You're an introvert who needs their time before showing them the real you , so you're always on the edge when things are new.

Well good for you, Mingyu being the friendly, super extrovert and the cutest hyperactive puppy he's, he's perfect for you, someone you need in your life, he's gonna make it so much easier for you and you're about to discover all of that.

You're on your bed scrolling through social media.

Other than Chan you're pretty close with Seungkwan and then Seokmin. So it doesn't surprise you when Seungkwan texts you.

Seungkwanieee : So I heard you're seeing someone 👀👀

You : You heard wrong then😒

Seungkwanieee: come on you don't need to deny it, it's not like we will be against it or something.

You: But Kwannnn... we are just trying to be friends there's nothing more.

Seungkwanieee: Well you gotta start somewhere, don't you ..just go with it, if you want to be friends then be friends.. don't have to pressure yourself,..okay?

You: You're the best you know that 😭🥺🫂thank you ,no one said that to me..

Seungkwanieee: Always cutie 🤝🏻🫂

Seungkwanieee: Also you can talk to me about it whenever you want, if it's bothering you I'm here for you ok? And I won't tell a single soul so you don't have to worry about that.

You: You're going to make me cry stopppp😭 only your big bear hug can cure me now ..when are we meeting???????????

Seungkwanieee: Hahahaha sureee anytime free hugs for you ❤️...we can meet right now if you want??

You: oh did you have dinner?

Seungkwanieee: I did... but if you're bringing the food you made I'm always hungry for thatt😍😋

You: 😭😂😂how did you guess I was asking because of that.. well yes I've food that too the one you'd love ..my homeland food

Seungkwanieee: Now I can't say if I'm waiting eagerly for you or your food😭 comee fasttt, chan is also here at my place

You: Okayyyy no food for him tho

Seungkwanieee: ofcourse I wasn't going to give him anyway

You laugh at that ,Boo Seungkwan- Lee chan and their banters.

It's 8PM and you're not going to bother getting ready or putting on the make-up it's your friends anyway. A black hoodie and blue baggy jeans that's your ootn .

You booked an uber, Seungkwan and Jeonghan's place was hardly half an hour away.

You reach there and knock on their door, which chan opens for you ..teasing you the instant he saw you ..

"Ohhoo you missed me that much,as soon as hyung said I'm here you came here? come on we just saw each other 3days back" he says with playful eyes and fake pout.

You scowl at him, swatting him on side of his head, out of your way. "Get out of my way I'm not here for you." "SEUNGKWANNNN" you call out to him.

You're looking for him when chan spots the food in your hand and tries to steal it , you're trying to stop him not letting him take it, screaming at him when Seungkwan comes .."Seungkwan help he's trying to steal your food." You say still fighting with chan.

You give the food quickly to seungkwan which he takes and scolds chan saying "It's mine she brought it for me"

Chan whines,"But it seems enough for 2 people plus we already ate ,we can share ,you guys are purposely doing this to me"

"Oh damn, thought your dumb ass won't get it,but yes that's what we're doing" you say while seungkwan snickers.

Chan huffs at you two. While seungkwan says opening his arms wide, "You come here "

You smile ear to ear looking at him going to hug him. He pats your back, giving you the warmest hug ever. Then he ushers you to sit beside him on the couch.

Chan then says in a pout, "wah I didn't even get a hug you greeted me by hitting me."

"Well you deserved it." You make faces at him he huffs at you.

Meanwhile Seungkwan is eating the food you brought,"oh my god what did you put in this, why is it so delicious" he's literally eating in awe, hurriedly, while his eyes are round fixed on the food.

"Really ? That good? ...thank youuu I'm glad you like it .. please eat a lot."

Then you put some in a plate and give it to chan, he smiles sheepishly at you "I was waiting, I knew you will give it to me. "

Well ofcourse you'll, you were just teasing him before.

You smile at him "yeah eat well, also there's dessert here, I'm sure you'll like it,it's my favourite one I always make it."

"Woah you make dessert as well ? You really do work hard ,meanwhile there's us eating takeouts and ramyeon" seungkwan says amusingly.

You laugh, "well I do that as well, but you can't help but make it when you miss your homemade food . And the dessert lol I have this weird habit , I've to have something sweet while eating or after eating that's why I always have something sweet prepared."

"Woah that's amazing" says seungkwan.

"Y/n omg you really are such a great cook you can't blame me when I crash at yours for dinner " says chan while munching the food.

You say," well I don't mind but dude inform me beforehand, I don't always have extra food prepared and then you eat all of it"

Jeonghan comes out of his room because of the chaos. Then he spots you, "oh y/n, hiii ,didn't know you were here ..what's up how have you been " he asks giving you a smile.

You smile back at him, " Hey jeonghan I'm good how are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good" he says while taking a seat beside chan.

They finish eating, Chan brings beers from fridge, for you all. You're drinking while seungkwan is telling you something funny that happened today, how chan was doing something cool but ended up making fool of himself.

Doorbell rings and chan goes to the door.

"-and then there was silence for a minute and then everyone burst out laughing." You're laughing loudly, a genuine laugh bubbles out of you while saying,

"oh my god he's such such a clown.. godddd -"

You stop suddenly when you noticed who chan came in with.

It's seungcheol and there stands Mingyu beside him looking all surprised .

Well it's a pleasant one for him, but you, you stop talking and just look shocked.

His heart skips a beat when he spots you, and yours can't stop beating fast. You're both looking at each other,when Seungcheol speaks,"oh hey y/n ..and are y'all having a party without us, should've waited for us "

You say hii to him, Then jeonghan speaks ,"You're early I thought you said you'll come till 11?"

"Well we finished early " seungcheol says shrugging.

And suddenly you feel nervous among so many people.

Jeonghan and cheol go inside saying they planned to do a weverse live together .You feel a little relieved at that. And also tf is wrong with you , why are you thinking about your appearance you were fine until now, is it mingyu ? You care about how he sees you,you wanted to look good infront of him? oh my god why..you shrug off those thoughts quickly.

And you manage to give a smile to Mingyu.

He smiles back saying, "heyy...this is a very pleasant surprise-"

"Yeah which I didn't plan" chan says with a scared expression putting his both hands up.

You huff and Mingyu snorts at him.

"Calm down, I didn't say anything" you say.

" Hyungg try this y/n brought it, she made it ,it's really good" seungkwan says passing mingyu the dessert container.

Mingyu takes it curiously "Oh really"

"Oh my god-" he looks up after eating, mouth open,eyes wide.

"You made that?? It's really really good."

You nod at him saying "thank you."

A few minutes pass, they are talking and are involving you as well, you talk a little.

Mingyu keeps stealing glances at you, wishing for those two to leave you two alone.

Unknowingly you're stealing glances at him as well.

You notice the time it's getting late,you need to sleep, there's work tomorrow, so you say , "ok I'll go now, you guys carry on, I'll see you later..."

"Oh wait I'll drop you off" chan says getting up.

Seungkwan stops him "Hello genius you can't ,we had drinks just now if you forgot"

"Oh shit yeah" says chan.

"It's ok I'll book uber, it's not that far anyway-"

Chan cuts you off, "no you're not going anywhere alone at this time-"

"It's ok I can drop you, I know your address as well" Mingyu says casually with a hint of mischief in the last part.

And tf is wrong with your face ,you're not blushing are you and your heart is at it again.

You open your mouth to deny but he cuts you off-

"Nuh-uh I'm not taking no for an answer, it's ok I can drop you off ,let's go"

There's chan trying to supress his big smile but failing so bad and seungkwan also has a mischievous smile on his face.

You sigh internally. Chan gives you a hug telling you to take care, seungkwan also hugs you. You bid them bye and go with Mingyu.

He's driving when he says, "It's like God wants us to meet don't you think ? "

"Um not sure about that, I think you somehow you found out I'm there and that's why you came early ."

He can see that you're teasing him you're trying to supress your smile.

"Heyy" he says scoldingly

"Sorry,sorry I'm just kidding" you laugh at him.

He whines ,"Not you toooo, you know literally everybody teases me all the time."

"I knowww" you laugh again.

He gives a scandalised expression, "what do you mean you know? don't tell me you've watched our videos."

"I might have" you say, a big smile on your face.

He groans," ughh that's embarrassing."

"No, it's not, I think they tease you because they love you. Personally teasing is my love language"

At that, He looks at you at the speed of light, raising both of his eyebrows

"What?" You ask confused.

"You are saying you're using your love language with me? Does that mean you like me?" He's looking at the road ahead lowkey smirking.

He thinks he's too smart, isn't he. No matter how much you're freaking out, you won't back down from a challenge. So you say, "What if I do? "

He almost hits a car, his eyes popping out of the sockets looking at you.

"You can't just do that what if I caused an accident" he whines.

You laugh at him , "well you started it."

He tries to supress his smile,"You're a dangerous one aren't you"

"You're provoking me ..you don't want me answer you back rn, trust me then you'll whine again if you hit something "

Mingyu's heart is beating fast, even missing a few beats.

"Why what will you say? " He asks voice small.

"I'm not telling"

"That's not fair"

"No that was no filter me it just came out of nowhere"

"Now I'm real curious"

"Keep on being curious then" you laugh at him.

"Ugh you're insufferable" he's smiling while saying it tho .

You tell him to pull over when you spot a convience store near your apartment.

"Wait here I'll be back quickly" you tell him through the window before running inside the store.

He chuckles muttering a "cuteee" .

You come back with two icecreams in your hand and give one to him.

He furrows his eyebrows," thank you but what is this for"

"Um just because..I thought I'd give you a treat " you shrug.

He gives you a big smile, "wait you're not bailing me on Sunday ,are you?" He asks teasingly

"No why I would I, I still owe you that one." You tell him.

"Hmm good " he says while giving you cute little smile.

And when he drops you at home , and when you're trying to sleep, all you can think about is the moments between you and Mingyu. And his gorgeously beautiful smile.

And you're like ..what's happening to me ??? I met seungkwan and chan as well we had fun too, why am I thinking about him only.

Needless to say his smile is the only thing you see before closing your eyes, and after opening them the next morning and the day after that and the day after that....

Part 6

a/n: Will love it if you guys leave a feedback or something.<3

Also IT'S OUR BABY CHAN'S BIRTHDAY 🎂🎈 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM, GIVE HIM LOTS OF LOVE❤️

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first-edition · 1 year

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Pool “Party”

Mafia!bucky x fiancé!Reader

You host a pool party to celebrate you and bucky getting a new house and it goes wrong with you and Natasha arguing. Does your boyfriend have to interfere or can you win this fight yourself?

Warnings- fighting, verbal abuse, cussing, threats, mention of weapons, talk of sexual themes but no actual smut, mention of alcohol consumption.

(I have nothing against Natasha i just had this idea in my brain and liked it.)

You’ve invited all your friends and bucky some of his. You’ve decided to host a party to break in the new house although bucky wanted to break it in by fucking you raw on every single surface he can, which youre more that happy to let him do later.

Three hours into the party after games and food, You and your friends sit in the hot tub, drinks in hand and glow sticks floating. Bucky stands with steve, sam, tony and Thor talking by the little outdoor bar.

“This place is so nice.” Wanda giggles entangled in visions arms.

“yeah you think. Did you see the theater room!?” You exclaim. She nods and giggles.

“Bucky said i got to choose this time.” You says smiling to your self looking down at your engagement ring through the steamy water.

“I saw that tennis court on the side too.” Carol says you smile at her loving the feedback.

“the upstairs area bucky wants to make it into a mini shooting range you know bust out the walls, I said just build onto the house that way you can have extra storage but he’s adiment about it.” You say shrugging.

“let him do what he wants.” Natasha mumbles into her drink.

“hmm?” You ask Looking to her.

“nothing.” She says.

“no what is it?” You ask

“she said let him do what he wants.” Sharron rolls her eyes at Natasha’s comment.

“I am. Didnt you hear me?” You say

“i did.”

“so why comment?” You ask.

“becuase I have the right to speak, No?”

“yeah but mumbling it into your drink just makes you look snotty” you say to her.

“Oh im snotty really? You’re hosting a house party on the house your fucking fiancé bought acting like it’s yours.” She scoffs.

“it is mine. I paid for half.” You begin.

“yeah with who’s money…Hm the money he puts into your account.” She snaps at you holding out her hand.

“Natasha can you not?” Pepper asks.

“Im just saying he only purposed to have her as trophy wife i was there first.” She says.

“Nat what the fuck is your problem? You’re being a bitch right now. When i first got together with james you were also a bitch and im not gonna have your negative attitude here.” You snap back.

“Why am i a bitch becuase i wont sit and listen to you brag and show off your lavish new house HE bought you who only got with you as rebound from me and use as a fuck-toy. Pillow princess fucking shoulder candy?” She cusses back.

“nat fuck off.” Carol says

“No carol You know what Natasha, Yeah, that the fact that you’re just fucking mean You’ve been up my ass and jame’s ass so far that you cant seem to pull your self out. It’s bad enough you came dressed in the same fucking bikini as me. How about you go back to the mother fucking red room and get more of your uterus ripped out. Maybe that’s why bucky did you want you anymore hmm? A bitch cant be a fucking bitch with out being bred. This is my fucking house my fucking life, I’m sorry you fucked up yours so bad you have to be cunt to other people, but don’t accept my invite, come, and shit on me.” You rage at her.

“YOU WANNA FUCKING TALK HUH!?” She stand water splashing. You stand as well.

“YOU FUCKING KNOW IM RIGHT YOU FIRE HEADED SLUT!” You yell back at her before punching her she falls back into the hot tub.

“Hey. HEY!” Bucky runs over to your both fitting in the tub you clearly winning as you hold her under the water.

“DOLL!!? STOP IT!” He yells at you grabbing you easily and pulling you off her out of the water kicking and screaming.

“Hey! Look at me!” He says

“YOU FUCKING CUNT! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU BITCH!” You scream.

“That’s enough from you!” Bucky says angrily before picking you up and putting you over his shoulder.

Nat coughs and gasp finally getting air.

Bucky carries you inside and upstairs as you remain yelling slurs at nat who can clearly still hear you from how loud you’re yelling.

“Stop it!” Bucky barks angrily at you putting you down on the bed. Caging you as he hovers of you. You immediately begin to break into a violent sob.

“y/n. Whats wrong are you hurt?” He says worried about you.

You shake your head gasping for air as you cry.

“Baby talk to me what it?” He asks worriedly.

“y-you used me!” You sob.

“what? What No when have I ever used you?” He asks

“You used me!! You used me as a rebound. A-a fuck-toy!!” You sob almost choking on air.

“doll look at me look, I’ve never used you. Ever. I put a ring on your finger becuase i love you, i want you for the rest of my life You make me so happy. Coming home from a long work weekend and seeing you dancing around the place of sleeping the bed makes me calm. Baby look at me.” He says but some how you cant stop crying now that you’ve started.

“Shit doll come here.” He says his heart hurting knowing how easy it must’ve been to listen to Natasha. He pulls you up in a crunching hug not letting go as you cry in his arms.

15 minutes pass and eventually you’ve knocked your self out with how much you cried. Bucky takes off your suit for you and puts you in comfy clothes in bed before storming out side to Nat.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” He yells walking to nat who’s wrapped in a towel.

“Her bucky shes my problem-” shes cut off by bucky grabbing her neck with his metal hand.

“You Fucking come around me or her again i’ll fucking drown you myself. Dont you ever tell her lies and bullshit like that again do you understand me.” He huffs. She dosnt answer only prompting bucky to tighten his grip.

“Y-yes..yes.” She pleads with him to let go. Which he does.

Nat walks off leaving.

“she okay?” Steve asks about you. Bucky nods.

“she fell asleep. Thank you for coming but parties over.” He says.

“i’ll see you Monday.” He says bucky nods and walks the remaining people out before going back to you changing and getting into bed neck to you holding you in his arms before falling asleep himself.

#bucky x Female Reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #buckyxreader #bucky x reader fluff #bucky x reader angst

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the-lark-ascending69 · 12 days

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Near-future, black mirror esque AU in which Nancy, stressed college student with loads of childhood trauma, gets recommended by her psychologist to get an emotional support robot. That's what they're called, yes. They're sold to very lonely people to pretty much look after them emotionally. Nancy has always hated the idea, and doesn't really like androids or robots of any kind. Plus, she thinks it's quite sad that she's so lonely she needs an android to keep her company. She also couldn't possibly afford it.

Her friend Steve, though, who hasn't seen her in a year despite living 15 minutes away (she has a tendency to isolate herself and use her studies as an excuse), got her one. It's a second-hand unit, a slightly older model that's seen several repair shops in the past, but it works, and it was half the price of a new one. He shows up to her apartment with the box, looking smug and proud of himself. If anything, Nancy feels insulted.

She doesn't touch the box for a few weeks, and doesn't get rid of it either, because her studies take her so much time, she can't bring herself to keep her apartment clean. When her mother visits and sees the mess she's living in, with a perfectly functional android willing to help her, she finally caves, and as soon as she's alone, she decides to see if this thing can at least help her clean up.

It surprises her that it looks so... human. Its skin is soft and warm, with all the natural imperfections of a human's skin. Same as her hair. She's dressed in old worn-out clothes, and she curls into herself, in fetal position, inside the box. Only the button under her skin on the back of her neck reveals her as an android. Nancy reads the instructions, presses there for 10 seconds, and waits.

Or she planned to wait - eight seconds in with Nancy's fingers pressed on that spot, and the android's eyes flew open. She cried out, screambled out of the box and looked around, breathing heavily and hugging herself. Her eyes fix on Nancy, look her up and down with a frown, and asks:

"Who are you?"

Nancy opens her mouth to reply, then looks down at the instructions, hoping they'd say something about this kind of scenario, and that her new robot didn't go rogue and try to kill her.

"Wait, are those my instructions?" The robot asked. She looked down. "I really don't mean to complain about my living situation going from extremely fucked to simply fucked, but that is not my original box. Mine was smaller, and it had a bunch of little dots on the side. Did they sell me again?"

The instructions said nothing about this possibility, so Nancy decided it was time to improvise.

"I... my friend got you at a garage sale, I think."

"Oh. Well, that is low, even for me," the robot said. She rubbed the back of her neck. "Should my neck hurt this much?"

Nancy blinked.

"Shouldn't you know that?"

"Honestly, I don't even know what levels of pain are normal for me. It always hurts just a little bit somewhere, like, right now, my whole spine really hurts." She laughs. "At least I think it's supposed to feel like pain? I don't think we're wired to feel pain, exactly, I mean, that would be just sadistic. Talk anti-natalism to me. But I swear this spot right here just feels really really bad. Or maybe it's anthropocentric to... perceive it as pain, don't you think? It's very existentialist, actually, the whole... perceiving thing - I bet Berkeley wrote something about it, at some point, but I haven't read him in ages."

"You read books?"

"What? Oh. Oh, uh... I - I think I'm offline? Like, I don't have access to the database, so I kinda have to do it the old-fashioned way if I want to learn somethin," she said. "It's cool, though! I like reading a lot."

"...Okay. So, um... here it says your model is..."

"Robin," the android said. Nancy looked up.

"I'm sorry?"

"That's my name," she said. "I came up with it, I - I thought it sounded nice. Do you like it?"

Nancy stared at this... thing, a million thoughs coursing through her head. The first one was a newfound understanding of her low price.

She made a movement with her head that could be understood as both a shake and a nod at the same time.

"Yeah, yeah, sure" she said, brows knit together. What the hell did Steve get her into? "It's... nice."

"Oh, thank God, because Mom and Dad hated it."

"Mom and...?"

"My first owners - Richard and Melissa, I always called them Mom and Dad. They... they, uh, they hated that, too."

Jesus Christ.

"So... Robin," Nancy said. "I was wondering if you could help me put away some of my things while I study."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure." She stood there, eyes wandering, around, until they fell on Nancy's bookshelf "Holy shit, you have Dostoyevski! Is it in Russian?"

Nancy blinked, opened her mouth, took a step back and shook her head. Robin was already striding towards her bookself, tracing the spines of books with her fingers.

"Actually, why don't you read after you clean this up?"

Robin turned to see her, eyes wide and a growing smile, like a kid in a candy shop.

"I - I can read all of this?"

Nancy was going to kill Steve.

She shrugged and shook her head.

"Sure," she said. "After you clean this mess."

"Aye aye, cap!" Robin chirped, making a quick salute with her hand and getting to work.

Nancy was, for certain, going to murder Steve for making her responsible for this... thing. There was something wrong in her system, and that was very much obvious. She looked down at the instructions manual - surely there would be a way to turn her off for the night. She wouldn't want Robin to murder her in her sleep, or worse - wake her up at 4 am to talk about books.

Or she could just tell her to shut up. She was a robot, anyway. It's not like she could feel anything.

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #Android Robin AU #my posts #wake up baby new AU just dropped

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storiesbyjes2g · 19 days

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3.103 Every day I'm hustlin'

For the next week, I hustled harder than ever. I went to every spa I knew of and taught 2-3 classes a day. I even went back to our gym in Willow Creek to see about teaching, but they had a full-time instructor. We were in no way hurting financially, but I hadn't worked since we got engaged. And honestly? My work activities slowed significantly when I moved in with Sophia. I wanted to spend time with her and be home when she arrived, but she got off work so early it just threw off my whole day. The money tree was in progress and my SimTube video was still doing great, so I didn't have to work so hard. But I felt compelled to, especially after our last conversation about the money tree and my family history. I had to ensure my family would be set up for success by doing any and everything I could while I had few obligations. I didn't enjoy getting home late and seeing my wife only a few hours a day, but I was willing to sacrifice for a short while.

One morning, I woke up and caught Sophia doing push-ups outside. When we chatted on Social Bunny back in the day, she always talked about how much she loved fitness, but I never saw evidence of that when I moved in. Her job sucked the life out of her, leaving her too physically and emotionally drained to do the things she loved. But she was free now and started prioritizing her health and wellness. Her delicious curves would start slowly disappearing, and I mourned my loss but took solace in knowing she'd be happier and healthier.

An idea fell on me, so I went outside to greet her.

"Good morning, my sweet."

I grabbed her hand and kissed it so over-the-top dramatic like they did in the old movies.

"You're awfully romantic this morning!"

That was a new one. I never saw myself as a romantic.

"I'm going to teach at the Desert Bloom Resort today. Would you like to come?"

"Really? You want me there?"

I chuckled.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know... Some sims get nervous about friends and loved ones seeing them in action."

"Oh. Well, that's definitely not me, seeing as I used my friends and family to get started."

"Okay then! Let me text Rashidah. She was gonna come by this afternoon, but I'll tell her to come later."

We ate, got dressed, and headed to the spa. The class was almost full, which made me happy, but I never had so many sims unwilling to try. Like, I knew everyone came with varying levels of fitness, and I never did complicated routines because of that. Alternate poses existed for that very reason, but half of my class just stood there. Why pay and not participate? It must be nice to have money to waste.

Sophia had taken a mat in the back, so I couldn't see her very well. But every time I caught a glimpse of her, she struggled. By the end of class, she looked miserable.

"Everything hurts," she said. "I pulled muscles I didn't even know I had!"

I didn't enjoy seeing her miserable, but her talking about muscles she didn't know she had made me chuckle a little. I knew just the thing to cheer her up.

"Come with me."

I led her upstairs to the massage rooms and found a masseuse who wasn't busy.

"Hi," I said.

"Oh, hey. You're the yoga guy, right?"

"Yeah, I'm Luca. This is my wife, Sophia. Would you mind if I borrowed your table? I'll pay if-"

"Have at it, bro. I get paid the hour. But if you don't mind, I'm gonna stay in the room. Can't let them see me slacking, ya know?"

"Sophia? Do you mind if she stays?"

"Not at all! This is so exciting and romantical!"

She changed into a towel and hopped on the table, and I attempted to melt away her pain.

I wondered why she thought it was romantic, though. Was it because of her history? Or was it mine? I had an unused skill, and my wife had a need. Was being a good husband romantic? Regardless, I was glad she enjoyed the massage. Too bad weren't alone, though. I could have massaged everything and made sure she had a very happy ending. But I behaved, and Sophia left feeling much better. Maybe I should get a table for the new house....

She wanted to check out the rest of the facility as she'd never been before, so I went downstairs to the gym. The punching bag made me remember me, Maia, and Dub's debate about the best exercise, and I told him I gained all my muscle from yoga, never lifting weights or punching a bag. I went a few rounds, and it was honestly kind of fun. I let out steam I didn't know I had and felt my muscles engaging and contracting so much I knew if I kept it up I'd be walking around looking like Llama Man. No disrespect to him, but the superhero look was not for me. The weights and punching bag would have to remain an occasional activity.

Rashidah came by later, just like Sophia said. I didn't want to be rude and ignore her, but I also didn't want to be all up in their business, so I stayed and chatted with them for a little while before excusing myself. It occurred to me I hadn't checked on the money tree in a while, so I hurried outside to see if it was okay.

Good thing I caught it when I did because it was full of weeds, and the leaves had withered. The soil was still pretty damp from my initial watering, so I guess the weeds were choking it out. I never aspired to be a gardener. Apart from Mama making me water and weed her soy plants, I didn't know a thing about it or care. But my family's future now required me to get on board. Luckily, I only had one tree to tend, not an entire garden. I could manage that for a lifetime of financial freedom.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar #rashidah watson

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1d1195 · 2 years

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To Be Loved

Notes/warnings: I don't have time to write anything that anyone probably wants to read right now. Here is the song I've been listening to on repeat for the last week and a half. Angsty themes are present.

She nodded and looked up at him. “Please don’t leave me,” she begged so brokenly. “I know that’s terrible of me to ask you—”

“I will never leave you, m’love,” he said simply. She nodded, her eyes welling with tears again. Harry brushed them from her cheeks as they fell and she didn’t speak again. He pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re mine,” he said simply.

Last night / confidence was shaken / my wounds, and my past was saying “no one should ever love me like you do”

Harry walked into their shared apartment prepared to argue. It was how every single night began when he came home late from work. He didn’t like working late. Of course, he didn’t. He would much rather be home with the sweet love he adored so much. He wanted to shower her with love and affection.

But there were bills to pay and they didn’t have that kind of time to lounge around like some of their other friends who didn’t need to work as many hours as they did to afford the lavish lives they lived. Harry loved his career; it was endlessly rewarding to work with kids and adults alike to put families together and mend broken homes...but he wished it paid more. She wished the same of her own job; “do it for the outcome not the income” was a mantra in schools and her very own mantra as well.

They simply wanted time for one another. She couldn’t pick up extra hours like Harry could. So, he did the extra working, and she did the household chores and care. It was exhausting on both fronts, and it was rare she would be awake when Harry arrived home—drained from school and then chores.

Harry would be drained too, hopeful that maybe they could watch a show together or enjoy a meal together. It had been weeks since that had happened on a weeknight. It was hard to live as if they only existed together on the weekends.

That was the cause of the argument the previous night. It left for a silent day—no text messages, no voice messages, no tagging each other in funny pictures on social media. So, Harry was ready for another round of arguing. He was sure it would happen.

But instead, she was sitting there on the couch waiting expectantly, looking toward the door. “Hi,” she said so softly it barely reached Harry’s ears.

“Y’okay, kitten?” He asked softly at the sound of her gentle voice. The need to argue dissipated. She was all that mattered. He stood by the door afraid to really move beyond the entry way. He kicked his shoes off as she nodded.

“Yeah,” she swallowed. “Just...missed you,” she whispered brokenly and looked away from the door where Harry stood. “M’sorry,” she sniffled.

“Whoa, hey,” he said hurriedly and dropped his bag. He noted the folders spilling out of the bag and spread about the floor, but they didn’t matter at that moment. “Kitten,” he said and crouched in front of the sofa. He put his hands on her cheeks and brushed his thumbs along the tears that began to roll down her face. “Hey,” he repeated and brushed his thumb on her lower lip. “S’matter, m’love?” He asked.

She took a shaky breath in. “I thought you weren’t going to come home,” she croaked. “I worried all day.”

“Oh, baby,” he frowned. “M’sorry. Why didn’t you...” he stopped his own question. He knew why she didn’t text him or call him. He didn’t call or text her for the very same reason: they were both stubborn and the argument from the night before tainted everything.

“Then why don’t you just leave?!” She shouted. Harry felt his heart ice over and he stopped yelling about how she was always sleepy. How it sucked being trapped in this cycle of not seeing each other because it was so expensive to be alive. The idea of leaving her never crossed his mind. He never really understood why they argued. It seemed futile. It didn’t seem like anything would resolve the issues. It was just time. Time was needed for their positions to move up. She was finishing her second degree that would give her a bigger pay boost. Harry wouldn’t have to work long hours forever. She could get a second part time job or tutor. She had lots of time off due to school vacations. Harry wouldn’t be stuck doing the grunt work for the rest of his career.

But to hear her asking him to leave made him break. He stayed silent. He stared at her for a prolonged moment. Didn’t say a word. She was taking heaving breaths. Harry simply walked away, closed the door to their bedroom and went to bed.

“Kitten,” he cooed. “Baby, I...” he shook his head. “I can’t leave you. I don’t want t’leave you. Could never...” he promised and she sniffled, her breath catching in her throat as she inhaled shakily again.

“M’sor—”

“Baby, s’okay,” he promised bringing her toward him. “M’sorry, too. Behaved like a proper arse,” he murmured into her hair. She shrugged against him.

“M’always tired,” she reminded him. “I never see you,” she whimpered. He shook his head still.

“You’re always busy, kitten,” he said knowingly. “S’not your fault. I shouldn’t have gotten s’mad. I jus’ miss you, too.”

She nodded and looked up at him. “Please don’t leave me,” she begged so brokenly. “I know that’s terrible of me to ask you—”

No one should ever love me like you do / While I’m on this road, you take my hand / somehow, you really love who I really am / I push you away / still you won’t let go / you grow your roses on my barren soul

Harry’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. Just another thing that went wrong. The stupid piece of metal not turning over made him want to scream. “Harry,” she said gently.

“Kitten,” he shook his head. “Don’t,” he muttered bitterly.

She pressed her lips together nervously. He got out of the car after popping the hood and fiddled with a few pieces not fully sure of what he was doing but figured it couldn’t hurt. He swore and smacked the hood shut and pounded his fist against it angrily.

She hurried out of the car and came to his side. She reached for his arm and he shrugged her off. “Hey,” she said softly.

“Kitten, this is—”

“Hey,” she repeated. “Stop,” she said and forcefully grabbed his hands in hers. He felt himself melting almost instantly at her touch. He leaned against the front of the dead car on the silent road. “S’okay.”

“It’s your birthday,” he muttered.

She shrugged. “I just wanted to be with you,” she reminded him. She wedged herself between his knees and leaned toward him. “You’re the best gift of all,” she promised.

He thought about how much the repair would cost. How much time would have to be spent away from her to take care of the cost. How much time and money he couldn’t save for a ring that deserved to be on her finger.

And all she could think about was him.

“Why d’you even love me?” He muttered.

“I think you hypnotized me,” she joked. He didn’t even crack a smile. He felt miserable. If this was anyone else, they would have high tailed it out of here long ago. He had seen it before. “Hey,” she whispered.

“If y’were smart you’d leave me,” he mumbled. She brought her face so close to his and peered upwards to his withdrawn and defeated face. She smiled.

“Good thing I’m stupid, then,” she smirked again.

He rolled his eyes. “You really love me? Poor, broke, dead car and all?”

“And more,” she promised.

Harry felt the warmth of her words spread through his body. When they had spent a rare Sunday in bed staring at each other and enjoying their presence together in the quiet, chilly morning she said his fingertips spread warmth through her that it felt like how she imagined wildflowers grew in places that didn’t deserve growth. He didn’t understand a thing about her imagination. Didn’t know how wildflowers could grow where they didn’t belong.

His hands moved to her hips and pulled her closer to him between his legs. “I think I just fell more in love with you.”

“Surely there’s not much “more” left,” she smirked.

“You keep surprising me too,” he said, finally smiling.

“I’m so in love with you, Harry Styles.”

But when she loved him anyway, he thought maybe wildflowers could grow where they didn't belong—like in every inch of Harry’s broken and tired soul.

The way I push you through it / what you had to see / I’m a trainwreck / I’m a mess / you see the best and the worst of me / still I can’t imagine that I’ve earned your trust / I don’t understand where your love comes from

Like most things they did, it was just the two of them. She wore a stunning dress that didn’t trail behind her but anyone that looked at her would surely follow her with their gaze until she was physically not in view. With her hair pulled into a stylistic crown around a river of curls she looked like a picture out of Harry’s history textbook from university. She resembled a Greek goddess. Harry couldn’t stop staring at her even if he wanted to. Handsome as always she felt like the first time she laid eyes on Harry back in college. Effortlessly good-looking. His hair, his eyes, his smile, his tall frame all overwhelmed her senses in the best possible way. She couldn’t look away from him then and she couldn’t look away from him now.

They stood together in front of the town clerk, hand in hand. They were quiet and he watched her bite her pretty lip out of the corner of his eye. He squeezed her hand pulling her from her thoughts. Turning to look at him, she tilted her head curiously. He smiled so gently it crushed her. His cute dimple piercing his cheek and subsequently her heart.

When Styles was called Harry winked at her. “Last chance,” he said softly squeezing just below the fake diamond she picked out at Pandora on her left finger.

She shook her head at him with an eye roll. “I’d like to see you try.”

He chuckled. “No way, kitten,” he promised, and he watched her cheeks pink with the words he spoke. She was so, so stunning.

They gazed at each other while the clerk went through the legalities of the union. “Do you want to exchange vows?” He asked.

She glanced at Harry nervously. “I don’t...” She shook her head. “I don’t have anything prepared...I don’t—"

“I’m a mess, kitten,” Harry began, overtaken with how much he loved her and how this didn’t matter at all. He just wanted her to be all his forever and ever binding and legally. “You love me anyway. I promise I’ll love you forever. Loving you has been the easiest thing I’ve ever done. Through all the bad and all the good. I’m so very grateful to have you.”

She blinked and Harry watched the tears fill her vision. He brought his hand to her cheek and hovered his thumb over her lash line waiting for the tears to fall. “If you’re a mess, I’m a trainwreck,” she whispered. He smiled and shook his head. “I love you so much,” she promised. “I always will. I trust you with my entire life and that’s not an easy thing for me to do. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. If I could, I would marry you every single day for the rest of my life and nothing else.”

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. He could feel his eyes stinging with his own tears imagining her in thousands and thousands of dresses getting married all over again every single day. The idea made his heart thud loudly in his chest. “No one has ever loved me like you do,” he said.

“I don’t know how you love me so much,” she smiled so sweetly.

He sniffled and nodded blinking back the tears. “I really do,” he promised. “I don’t know how you put up with me.”

“S’the easiest thing I’ve ever done,” she answered.

“I love you.”

He pulled her toward him so he could press a kiss to her forehead. “I think we’re ready now,” he murmured to the clerk with a smile.

He smirked at Harry and nodded. He turned to the sweet girl first. “Do you take Harry to be your husband?”

“I do. Forever and ever.”

Harry couldn’t tear his gaze from her for a second. He remembered saying “I do,” as well, but it was overshadowed by their first kiss as husband and wife.

There was no party, no family, no presents.

There was some champagne—the good kind. They fed each other cupcakes she had made the night before and he licked the frosting from her lips as he kissed her over and over on their old couch in their apartment. He couldn’t stop looking at her.

She took his tie off and loosened his collar. Her gaze didn’t break from him for a second and she forwent her heels and snuggled against him in the couch cushions in her fancy dress. He pulled some bobby pins from her hair, releasing the trapped curls and up-do so she breathed a sigh of relief.

He kissed her so deeply she could feel it in her toes. When her tongue brushed against his lip teasingly, he felt the heat of her love from it pore through his body and reach every inch of his veins. It warmed him from the tip of his toes to the roots of his hair.

They put on a show that they didn’t watch. Instead, they stared into each other’s eyes not saying a word. They fell asleep on the couch in their wedding clothes. And that was it.

#harry #harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic #hs #hs fic #harry styles smut #harry styles blurbs #needtobreathe #to be loved

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kteezy997 · 6 months

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The Other Man- Part Eight// t.c.

I am so very sorry for the delay!

Warnings: cursing, kissing, brief smut, maybe some angst?

“Amelia?” Timmy couldn’t believe it. “What are you doing here?”

The model looked at him and at you with a perplexed expression. “I came to surprise you. And you always stay in the same room when you’re at this hotel. Are you…fucking her? Isn’t she married?!”

“Amelia, it’s none of your business what I do, or who I do it with. You and I are not together!” Timmy started out speaking calmly but remained extra firm in the last sentence.

“On paper, we are! So you don’t think I have a right to know who you’re screwing behind my back?!” Amelia yelled at him and began to cry.

“Okay, okay. This is crazy, Amelia, I never made any promises to you. We have a contract, but that’s it. I care for you as a friend, I do, but-"

“Timothée, I love you! I would do anything for you to love me back.” The poor girl was full on sobbing now.

You felt wildly uncomfortable. You wanted to shut the door in Amelia’s pretty, crying face and forget about all of this. But that couldn’t happen.

Timmy took a breath, picked up a shirt to throw on, and walked over to you, “Just let me talk to her, only for a minute.” he squeezed your hand, “Stay here, baby, please.” he pleaded with his eyes as well as his words.

You didn’t like the idea of him leaving you to go off with some other woman. But perhaps it was good on his behalf to try and let her down easy. You were confident in your relationship and in Timmy’s feelings for you, so you weren’t worried that he’d choose her over you or anything like that. He had informed you that he'd didn't like her that way, and he had just said it to Amelia herself.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself. At the least, you could put some clothes on.

You put on some pajamas and waited for him to come back. The pizza was delivered, but you set it on the counter, and it remained untouched. There was no way you could eat; you were growing more anxious as the time drew on. Amelia must have been really upset by his rejection if it was taking so long to get her calmed down.

It was a half hour before Timmy came back to your room. It was only a matter of seconds when you realized he was not himself. Whatever happened, whatever it was that was said between him and Amelia had an impact on him. He looked so downtrodden.

“Timmy, are you okay?”

He inhaled sharply, shaking his head, he said, "She's pregnant. And it's mine."

Your heart sank. His news hit you like a stiff gust of wind. You felt like your world was crashing down around you, and you had no power to stop it.

You were really at a loss for words. "Oh, shit."

"Yeah, that's what I said too." Timmy responded, "Apparently she's known for weeks but she's just now telling me."

"And you believe her?"

"She showed me the ultrasound."

"But how can you be sure it's yours?"

"She said she's three months along, and that's the last time I had sex with her." he ran his fingers through his hair, sighing. He seemed so exhausted and mind boggled. He looked at you, "I'm so sorry, y/n. I never thought in a million years this would happen. She told me that she was on the pill. She said there was no way she could get pregnant." He walked over to sit down on the couch.

You honestly felt so sorry for him. This was the man you loved. The possibility of him having a baby with someone else wasn't going to make your feelings go away. If he was hurting, you were hurting too.

Now you were growing suspicious of Amelia. Was she so deeply infatuated with him that she would deceive him into impregnating her, just to keep him for herself?

"Do you think she got pregnant on purpose?" you asked him, sitting next to him.

"That's the fucked up part: I think she did. She didn't come out and admit that," he put his chin on his balled up fists, "but she did say that if I don't stay with her and claim her and the kid, she'll tell the media that I made promises to her and now I'm abandoning her and our child. She'll try to ruin my career."

"What a fucking bitch." you said, you were fuming mad at this realization. You had it in your right mind to find Amelia and beat the hell out of her. But if she was really pregnant, that would be a no go.

He scoffed, "Yeah. What the fuck am I gonna do? Why is this happening?" he put his hands over his face and crashed backwards into the couch.

It was killing you to see him so distressed. You just hated the situation, and wanted it to go away, even if not permanently. You put your hand on his head, and softly started to pet his hair. “Is there anything I can do for you?"

Timmy put his hands down and he sighed, "I don’t know. Do you still love me?" he asked, looking in your eyes.

You laughed, "Of course I do. You haven't done anything wrong, so why would I stop loving you?”

He sat up, leaned in and kissed you. "I just don't want to lose you." He then rested his forehead on yours.

You put your hands on his upper arms, lovingly rubbing them. "You won't lose me. I'm here for you, Timothee, just like you've been here for me. I love you." You pulled him into a hug. You wanted him to feel comforted more than anything. You would be his security blanket.

He nuzzled his face into your neck, "I love you too, baby." he said against your skin. After a moment, he looked at you, kissed your lips, and climbed on top of you. "Let me love you." he cooed.

You welcomed the warm pressure of his body on yours, you held him close as he kissed you tenderly. He pushed your pj shorts to the side, slid down the front of his pants, and nudged his cock into you. He bucked into you softly. This was the sweetest, most intimate sex you'd ever had. Despite everything, you loved and had eachother.

The next morning, Timmy told you that he was going to sort things out with Amelia. He was sad to leave you, of course, but told you to enjoy your last day of the little vacation. You knew that he was scared and concerned for the future. Your heart ached for him, but you knew that things would work out. You would make the best out of things, together.

You decided to stay in for the day and just relax as you mentally prepared yourself for getting back into work mode tomorrow.

Then you got a text from Billy.

"Hey, how are you?" it read.

"I'm fine, Billy. What do you want?"

"Well I was just wondering if maybe we could try to patch things up."

"No. I don't think so." You were more than moved on from your marriage to Billy. You surprised to even be hearing from him.

"Please? We could grab coffee and talk about things. I can change."

"People like you don't change. You only get worse. I don't want to talk to you. I just want a divorce. Please respect that. Goodbye, Billy."

You hoped that would be the end of it. That he would accept what you had to say, and move on. But that was not the case. Soon after the text conversation, Billy called you.

"What do you want?" you answered, angry and annoyed that he wouldn't leave you alone. "We're done, Billy. There's no going back for me."

"And why is that, huh?" his voice was smug on the other end of the phone. "I saw some pictures of you online."

Your heart started to pound in your chest. "Wha-what do you mean?"

"Actor and hearthrob Timothée Chalamet spotted with mystery woman as he leaves the set of his new commercial." It sounded like Billy was reading from a headline or something.

You took it upon yourself to Google: Timothée Chalamet You were speechless. You had no idea that the paparazzi caught you and Timmy together. But there they were: the photos that Billy was referring to.

"That's right, y/n. You were out galvanting with your boyfriend. He was supposedly my friend. Some friend to be hanging out with my wife after she kicks me out! Let me ask you again, y/n, were you fucking him while you were married to me?" Billy was clearly angry, and rightfully so as he had technically been cheated on. And you were sorry for that. It was wrong to sleep with someone else outside of your marriage.

But you weren't concerned about Billy at all. He was never good to you. He was a terrible husband and person. You were worried about Timmy. These photos were just another thing piled onto his plate that he'd have to deal with.

"Billy, it really doesn't matter at this point. But Timmy and I are together now. Please, just stay out of my business." With that, you hung up the phone.

You were certain that if Amelia was going to lie to the press about Timmy abandoning her and her baby, she'd definitely use the pictures of the two of you together against him also.

.......

The next day, the weather was cold and dreary. It was fitting because that is how you felt on the inside. It was melancholic traveling back home all alone. You missed Timmy with every fiber of your being. You wanted to call him but decided that it was for the best if he had time and space to think. You wondered how his discussions with Amelia had gone.

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Love Me Like You Do

Juice Ortiz X Reader Fic

*Hello my dears! Please be patient with me as this is my 1st SOA fic! Thought I’d try it out here with you wonderful peeps! Now, a little about this story:

Reader is Opie’s half little sister (we’re going to say they share Piney as a dad, she has a different mother than Ope)

She returns home to Charming to own her own business

Reader is plus sized (since that is what I identify as and can write from personal experience)

This may not follow the seasons. It’s an idea that popped in my head from the song it’s named after. I hope you enjoy it! Please, feedback is appreciated!*

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~He was the missing piece I didn’t know I needed until he walked into my life. The day I returned home, that’s when I met him. That was the day my life changed. ~

I stood in the middle of the old building, just coming from signing the paperwork to make it mine, for a cheap price I might add, from the old man who used to own it. I couldn’t help but smile. My smile grew bigger as I heard the motorcycles pulling up out front. This is what I had been waiting for.

My back was still turned to the doors as they opened, sending a ray of sunlight in, illuminating the place better.

“We’re looking for the new owner of this old place. Know where I can find him?” A deep voice boomed in the almost empty space.

I chuckled. “Yeah, but it’s not a him. I just bought it off of old man Sinsom.”

“I know that voice.”

“Me,too.”

I smiled as I turned to see my older half brother Opie and his best friend, Jax, standing in front of Jax’s stepfather.

“Hello, boys. It’s good to see you.”

Opie laughed as he strode over and pulled me into a hug. “(Y/N)! When did you get back?”

“Today. Well, last night actually. Drove up so I could sign the papers making this place mine.” I waved my hands around me.

“It’s good to see you, Darlin.” Jax said as he hugged me tight.

“You, too.” I stood back and looked at them. “I see you grew up and got VP Teller.”

Jax nodded. “Yeap.”

I looked at the other guys standing behind them. “Well, I’ll be damned! Is that Tiggy?”

Tig smiled and opened his arms. “Hey, baby. It’s good to see you all grown up.”

I gave him a hug, him being my second favorite when I grew up around here. “It’s only been three years since I last seen you.”

“Hi, Bobby. It’s good to see you, too.”

“You, too, sweetheart. You’re old man’s gonna have a fit when he sees you.”

“Speaking of, where is he?”

Bobby nodded his head towards the door. “He’s comin’. Takes him a few to get around with the oxygen.”

Just then, the doors opened and in walked Piney. The man still looked the same as he did three years ago. I couldn’t help the smile on my face when I seen him.

“Hi, daddy.”

“My god. (Y/N). You’re back. Come here, sweetheart.” He smiled.

I gave him a hug and just held him. I had missed him the last few years, I missed them all. He held me in front of him by my shoulders and looked me up and down. “Still as beautiful as ever.”

“Oh, Opie. You didn’t tell me he’d went senile.”

Opie laughed. “He gets that way sometimes.”

“What? No love for me? I’m wasting away over here.”

I turned to see Clay with an arrogant smirk on his face. I gave him a quick hug. “It’s good to see you, Clay. How’s Gemma?”

He shrugged. “She’s good. Be glad to see you.”

I nodded. Before I could say anything else, there was the sound of someone clearing their throat.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, man. (Y/N), this is Juice. He’s been with us a few years now. Juice, this is my baby sister, (Y/N).” Opie said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

I held out my hand to the younger of them. “Nice to meet you.”

He nodded. “You, too.”

He took my hand and I swore I could feel electricity run through my fingers at his touch. I cleared my throat and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“So, sweetheart, what brings you back to Charming?” Dad asked.

“Well, I came back to get a new start. Mom’s pissed at me. Grandfather passed away a few months ago and left me everything. And I mean everything. She got pissed when he left her out the will. Saying, and I quote, ‘I leave all my monetary and physical possessions, including the house and vehicles, to my only granddaughter, who was my world when no one else loved me in my final years. To my daughter, I leave you with nothing but the hopeful guilt you feel for abandoning your family. May you rot in hell.’”

“Holy shit! Seriously?” Jax asked, amused.

I nodded. “Yeap. And the best part is, she cannot touch anything. I sold the house after he died. It was just us the last three years and I wanted to come home. So I sold the house and all but one car.”

“So, what are you doing with this old place?” Clay asked.

“I’m going to do what I’ve always wanted to do. Own my own business. And what better way than to open up a roadside bar on the outskirts of Charming?”

“Really? That’s what you’ve always wanted to do?” Tig asked.

“Yeah. Got my business degree online while I was taking care of Grandfather and took all the right courses to get all my licenses. Found this place while looking to come home and here I am.”

“What do you need from us, darlin?”

“Some labor. I got to get this place up to code. I’m calling tomorrow to get people in here to work on the wiring and the old kitchen. I just need some help to take everything out and clean up. Plus I got to find a tech wizard to help me set up security cameras.”

“We can do that. Got a prospect that can come and we got our own tech wizard.” Jax clapped Juice in the shoulder. “Juice here is the best when it comes to all that techy shit.”

I looked at the young Puerto Rican and smiled. “Well, Juice, looks like the two of us will become friends if your as good as they say you are.”

He gave me a shy smile. “Yeah. Maybe so.”

I clapped my hands together. “Well, as wonderful as this family reunion is, I want a shower and some takeout.”

“Where you staying?” Dad asked.

“Place has a little house out back. It’s semi furnished enough to stay in tonight until my stuff arrives tomorrow.”

“Why don’t you come to the house. Surprise Donna and the kids. Have dinner with us.”

“Okay. I’ll be there. Seven?”

Opie nodded. “Yeah. See you tonight.” He hugged me and kissed the side of my head.

After hugging all the guys, minus Juice, I waved them off, noticing Juice was the last one out. I smiled to myself as I walked out the back door to my little apartment house to get ready for dinner.

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Give me the randomest detailed little headcanon for each of the dagger squad! As silly or as mundane as you can think of, anything goes, but it has to be a small detail

Oh, Sam. You spoil me. You know I could talk about the Daggers forever and even before I start this, I know I'm going to go wild with it 😂

This is going to be long so my random HCs for each member of the Dagger Squad plus Mav is below the cut.

Maverick:

Mav once asked Carole to marry him. It was years after Goose had died and Mav had basically moved in with Carole and Bradley when he wasn't deployed. He was gone so often that they had both agreed that it was silly for him to pay for his own place when he was hardly ever there. Besides, when he was stateside, he spent almost ever moment he could with Bradley anyway. There was never anything romantic between Mav and Carole. He never tried to stop her or talk her out of dating anyone else, but in his head, she would forever be Goose's girl. But Mav did love Carole like family just as he loved Bradley. One night when Bradley was at a sleepover with a friend from school, Mav took Carole out to a bar to let her enjoy herself and her one night off from mom duty. Penny had just broken up with him (again) a few weeks before and he wanted to drink his sorrows away anyway. So, they both drank-- a lot. And by the end of the night, Carole was lamenting about her latest attempt at dating and how no one would ever be able to accept her baggage with Goose or the fact she had a young son. She just missed being a wife, missed having someone who knew every part of her, missed having someone who was the other piece of her heart. And while she knew she could never replace Goose (not did she want to), she just wished she could find someone with whom she could have a relationship even half as strong. To which Mav in his extremely drunken state responded, "How about me?" Carole was shocked but Mav continued. "I already know you almost as well as Goose did and we both have our own baggage when it comes to him. Plus I couldn't love Bradley more if he were mine. And it's not like I have anyone wanting to be with me. So, what do you say? You wanna get married?" Gently taking Mav's hand, Carole softly said, "I appreciate the offer and you looking after me but Mav, honey, you're drunk. Tomorrow you'll realize why that's not what either of us would want. I love you to death and I know you love me, but not in that way. So, thank you, but no." Mav just shrugged. "Ok. It was just an idea." And he went back to his drink. It wasn't until the next morning when he reluctantly drug himself out of bed to find some aspirin that he remembered what he did and was mortified. He tried to apologize to Carole when she got home from picking up Bradley, but she just laughed and waved it off. But as she was headed into the kitchen, she added, "How about this..... If neither of us are married by Bradley's 20th birthday, then we'll do it." Mav smiled. "Sounds like a plan." Neither one of them could have known then that by Bradley's 20th birthday, Carole would be gone and Mav would be cut off from the only remaining connection to her.

Rooster:

When the movie came out in 1996, Bradley stole a copy of Fly Away Home from the local Blockbuster. As a boy of 14, he knew the movie was not targeted towards him but from the moment he saw what it was about, he knew he had to see it. The next time Carole went to work and left him alone, he watched it. Halfway through he had to call Mav sobbing and ask him to come over because he was a complete emotional wreck (luckily Mav was on leave at the time). Mav comforted him and they agreed to finish the movie together. Carole came home hours later from work to find them both clinging to each other and crying like babies. Bradley never watched the movie again, but he put it in a box of his dad's things and still has it to this day. *in case you aren't familiar, Fly Away Home is the story of a young girl who is living with her estranged father who is an inventor. One day, she finds a nest of abandoned goose eggs and she helps them hatch, they imprint on her, and she raises them. Then when they are old enough, the dad builds a small aircraft so that the girl can show the geese how to fly south for the winter since usually the mother goose does this. Major events along the way include the weakest of the goose slamming into the girl's craft and plummeting to the forest below, lthe dad crashes his own aircraft (he lives), and the girl and her day talking out their issues and repairing their father-daughter relationship. In a scroll at the end it is revealed all the geese flew back to their farm the following spring to be with their "mother" (including the one who crashed in the forest).

Hangman:

Jake has a tiny scar on his tongue. It is really hard to tell because of the size and where it is located but for the few people who do notice, he always tells them it is from a piercing attempt in high school that went wrong. In reality, when he was trying to teach himself how to flip a toothpick in his mouth (he thought it would impress girls) and one time he stabbed it deep into his tongue where it got stuck. It took almost a full day to stop bleeding and he lost some of his sense of taste for almost three months. He never told anyone what really happened, not even Javy and he considers it one of the most embarrassing things he has ever done.

Phoenix:

Natasha and Javy have an ongoing friends-with-benefits agreement going on that started when they were both at Top Gun together the first time. They don't advertise it but they also don't deny it so the ones closest to them know about it. Everyone constantly tells them it's a bad idea or that one of them are going to get hurt, but so far there has never been any issues. Neither one has any romantic feelings towards each other, they just know that dating is difficult while on active duty and sometimes you just need to scratch that itch. And it doesn't hurt they are both extremely attractive. But over all, it is very much an "end of the night and neither one of us picked up anyone so let's go back to my place" situation. There is never any expectation or hurt feelings if they end up not doing anything, it just is what it is. During training for the Dagger mission, they hooked up several times including the first night in town, in the showers after the beach football match, when Nat got out of the hospital after the bird strike, and the night before and of the mission. Jake walked in on them after the football match but he just rolled his eyes, grabbed his shampoo, and grumbled, "This is still going on?" as he left (normally, he would have tried to take more of a peek, but he respected his best friend too much and feared Nat's wrath too much to try it).

Bob:

Bob isn't a dog or a cat kind of guy. He's a fish guy. And not just any fish but specifically goldfish. His grandmother bought him one for his fifth birthday and it became the only pet he ever wanted. As soon as he would come home from school, he would drag his bedroom chair over to his dresser so he could scamper up on it to stare eye-to-eye with Goldie (yes, Goldie). He would spend the better part of an hour chatting away and telling Goldie all about his day. Then he would climb down from the chair and go about his afternoon until it was time to feed Goldie. then, his mom would help him sprinkle in just the right amount of food (she was extra careful since the time Bob poured half the bottle in the bowl for a single meal). Goldie lived five years and Bob was absolutely heartbroken when he died. However, that didn't stop him from taking his allowance down to the pet store and buying two new goldfish, a larger tank, and a few accessories to decorate the bottom of the tank. While at this point he was no longer giving long speeches to his pets, he still greeted Bert and Ernie every morning when he woke up, and told them goodnight every evening when he went to bed. Even while in the Navy, he still has a few goldfish to keep him company when he is stateside. His niece takes care of them when he is deployed or away for any period of time and he bought her a pair of goldfish of her own from Christmas after she told him how much she loved taking care of his.

Coyote:

Ever since he was a kid, Javy has sleepwalked when he is under a lot of stress. Later he found out it also happens when he has too much to drink. It is the sort of sleepwalking where he just sort of shuffles around but is also very susceptible to others' suggestions or will answer questions (though his responses are often too slurred or mumbled to make out and they usually don't make a lot of sense). The first time it happened back at the Academy, Jake nearly had a heart attack when he heard something and barely opened his eyes to see his roommate standing over his bed. His panicked scream of "What the fuck, dude!" was enough to wake Javy up and he reluctantly explained what happened. After that, Jake would sometimes stay up when he knew Javy was extra stressed or had one too many beers that night just hoping it might lead to another episode. When it did, he would find creative ways to mess with him. For example, one fall Javy woke up in his pajama pants and old t-shirt in the middle of a cornfield with just a crudely drawn map and a walkie-talkie with him. Jake took his sweet time helping him get out. Another prank involved strapping a life vest on a sleepwalking Javy and telling him to walk into the Academy pool. That was definitely one way to wake him up. Yet despite Jake loving to mess with his best friend, he never did anything cruel or that he knew would embarrass Javy (not too much anyway). Because of that, Javy put up with it and even secretly enjoyed it after the fact (he was usually pretty mad in the moment). And sometimes he would pretend to be sleepwalking just to then mess with Jake in return.

Payback:

Everyone assumes that Reuben probably played basketball in high school or college because of his height. However, he actually was never really into playing any sports. Instead, he took dance classes for about six years. He was very talented in ballet and had actually considered perusing it as a career before deciding to go to college for an engineering degree (he didn't join the Navy until after he graduated college). However, he never lost his love of dancing. First, he used his skills to pay for his college education (ballet was not the only kind of dancing he knew). Then once he graduated and joined the Navy, he loved going out dancing every chance he got. He was always the star of the Naval Balls and always had a line of people wanting to get their turn to dance with them. Once the Daggers were formed, he tried to offer to teach a few of them how to dance, but it soon became clear it was a lost cause. Rooster had his own..... unique style of dance already. Bob was always a flustered mess who stared at his feet and muttered "one, two, three.." under his breath as he moved. Hangman was more interested in standing at the bar talking to girls than trying to dance with them. Phoenix was the one exception. Her parents had forced her into cotillion as a teen and she had hated it with a passion. However, she still remembered the dances they taught her and Payback was able to help her brush off some of her rusty skills.

Fanboy:

Mickey ran into William Shatner in a Starbucks when he was in California the first time he was at Top Gun. Growing up, his grandparents had lived with his family and every day when he came home from school, Mickey would get a snack and watch TOS reruns with his grandma. It was this show that not only sparked his obsession with pop culture but also made him want to fly when he grew up. So seeing Captain Kirk standing in front of him ordering a grande cappuccino was a completely surreal experience. Luckily, Mickey was in his khaki uniform. It had his ribbons, Naval aviator pin, and his last name but it did not have his callsign on it. He signed in relief. He did NOT need his idol to have seen that. However, he forgot that he had placed a mobile order and he always used his callsign on his app so when the barista called out that there was an order ready for "Fanboy", Mickey froze. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Shatner had also stiffened at the name and his eyes were darting around the room trying to see whose order it was. Mickey decided he was just going to pretend it wasn't his order, but unfortunately, the barista recognized him. She stared pointedly at Mickey and repeated that his order was ready. Reluctantly, Micky stepped forward and took his drink. With his eyes on the floor, he hurried out of the building but not before muttering, "It meant a lot. Thank you." as he passed Shatner. When Mickey made it back to his car, he burst into tears out of embarrassment and the pure emotionality of the situation. He didn't go back to that Starbucks for over a week. However, when he eventually returned, the same barista was there as last time. She handed him his drink once it was ready and also slipped him a large envelope with a wink. When he opened it, he found an autographed picture of William Shatner that said, "For a true Fanboy. Live long, and prosper-- Captain Kirk". Once again, Mickey left Starbucks in tears.

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