#I don’t know how to tell you all this video took me two straight weeks of full time work but. well.

[seungisms]

🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 … 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff and so much dumbassary 

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: more stupid tiktok trends, hyunjin and minho being haters in the comments, shy!seung 🗣️🗣️🗣️ chan and felix being the most perfect boyfriends ever <3

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: based of this tiktok! (making me feel so single fr) so in love with this trend, i just had to write it! felix and jeongin are shorter than the rest cause i’m just one (dumb) woman and incapable of thought 👍 this took me like two hours to write please forgive if it's absolute dog. reblog for a kiss, feedback much appreciated!

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

as we’ve already established this man is a whole ass boomer and doesn’t know what tf you’re talking about half the time

so when you come to him chatting away about another stupid tiktok trend he’s only half listening

humming along occasionally and going ‘that sounds fun sweetheart’ but as soon as the words ‘kissing trend’ hit his ears his interest is 📈📈📈 and you have his full attention

will be soso useless when you’re trying to find the right lipstick shade cause every time you ask his opinion he’ll just go

:) they all look pretty on you :)

and you’re just like chan that’s so cute and all but yOU’RE NO HELP RN

finds it so hard to concentrate while you’re leaving the lipstick stains all over his face cause you just look so cute giggling between every kiss and he’s so <333

just really wants to kiss you :( and gets all grumpy when you tell him to focus :( 

takes his role very seriously when the camera is on him though

will take your face in his hand after wiping away your lipstick smudge, turning your face towards him and this mf is looking at you all 🥺 with your red lipstick covering his face

and you’ve never seen a prettier sight

cue the comments going wild over how dreamy ur boyfriend is

and he just laughs straight in ur face when you get all huffy

the type to repost it all over his socials, like this tiktok will be his whole personality for the next three months 

probably has it pinned on his insta and linked in his bio or some shit 😭

down so bad and it shows

expect to be clowned in the comments by the rest of the guys

they just don’t wanna admit how cute the both of you are though <333

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

takes a good full week of nagging for him to finally give in

he just really likes to see u beg :(

will be soso moody at the start and sits on the edge of ur bed feeling sorry for himself as you choose out ur lipstick

and every time you ask him what colour you should use he’s just like ‘🙄 idc what you wear let’s just get this over with 🙄🙄’

and you would’ve punched him straight in the teeth if he wasn’t essential to ur plan 

pls he’ll literally melt once you sit on his lap and take his face between his hands

kissing you is definitely one of his fav hobbies so he’ll come around as soon as your pretty lips come in contact with his skin

will be all <333

you end up having to re-film it so many times cause this guy gets so carried away

every time you think he’s finally gonna do what you asked he just ends up planting his lips on yours again

you can’t even count the amount of times you had to reapply your lipstick cause this mf was busy kissing it off you

you’ll probably end up with so many drafts of the two of you just making out

you just look so pretty with your lipstick all smudged, he can’t help kissing you :(

will take a good hour of filming before this guys finally gets it right

cutest couple on the internet istg

gets so smug when he sees all the comments swooning over him the next day and you’re just like :/ stfu or else i’ll delete it 

if only they all knew how hard he made the whole process for you 😭

ends up being one of his fav videos 

so much so that’ll he’ll send it to everyone he knows and is like

heart, comment and share or die

thinks tiktok trends are stupid af but he doesn’t mind this one ig 🙄

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

down so bad that he’ll agree right away 

but you bet your ass he’s gonna be complaining the whole time about how he’s ‘putting his reputation on the line’ for you

but he’s sitting on your bed blushing, twiddling his thumbs and kicking his feet like a fucking teenage girl while you apply lipstick to your lips

suggests you kiss him on the lips first and you’re just like ‘yeah bro not gonna happen 🙄’ cause you j u s t know as soon as your lips meet his you’ll be pulled into making out with him for the next hour 

he’s just very bad at focusing on the task at hand so every time you plant a kiss on his face he’ll be chasing after your lips with his own and pouting all cutely when you refuse to kiss him

likes watching you reapply your lipstick 

ur just so pretty to this guy 

can’t stop fucking laughing when you finally get to it

when he sees his face in the mirror he’s like whAT HAVE YOU DONE?? THIS IS GONNA TAKE FOREVER TO WASH OFF????

and it’s like bRO STAY FOCUSED WE HAVE A TIKTOK TO FILM HERE

every time he turns your face towards him and you pan the camera over to him he’ll just go sdhisjdidjdAHAHAHAHA

and now half your drafts are just you shouting at him to f o c u s and hitting him with a pillow and he’s just cackling like an idiot 

you end up having to post one of those cause this mf is useless and can’t follow a simple trend 

first to comment is minho cause he has ur notifications on just to clown u

literally just a ‘look at these pussies’ and somehow it has 40k likes in three minutes

you’re surrounded by idiots  

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

your lipstick stain is his fav accessory so you bet he’s agreeing right away

doesn’t mean he’s gonna make it easy for you though

argues with you about what shade of lipstick you should wear

and has no problem taking his sweet ass time going through your shades

‘what colour lipstick do you think would suit me the most? 🤨’

‘bro idc you’ve been at this for the last half hour, just piCK ONE?!’

‘-idk i think pink will go with my hair the best but all the pink shades you have are ugly af’

‘istg’

probably records you while you’re leaving the kisses on your face and posts it

don’t be surprised when it ends up getting twice as much likes as your original tiktok :(

puckers his lips all annoyingly and makes kissy noises when you’re done with the rest of his face

and you’re just like 🙄 c’mere idiot 🙄

when you finally film the tiktok he takes is soso seriously that it gives you whiplash

swipes at the smudge stain all lovingly and turns your face towards him, thumb tracing over your bottom lip and eyes flickering between your eyes and mouth and you’re just like?????

how??? tf??? is this man able to turn from the most annoying brat you’ve ever met to an actual dream boat within the span of 10 seconds???

you have half a mind to post the bts just to show everyone what he’s really like (aka a little asshole)

just knows tiktok is gonna go crazy over you guys

and sure enough it’s filled with

‘you mean OUR boyfriend’ 

‘[name], where did you find him again? 🧐 for science ofc’

‘the smudges are meant to be all around his face [name] not just his lips 🙄🙄’

and he just comments ‘she can’t resist me guys <333’ just block his ass already 

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

nodding his head and agreeing before you even finish your sentence

‘hey babe, wanna film this kissing-‘

‘yes’

‘…bro i didn’t even tell you what we were doing??’

‘idc as long as i get to kiss you idc … i get to kiss you right!? … [name]?!’

very enthusiastic 

just likes showing you off so he gets really into it

picks out some random red shade cause it ‘brings out his eyes’ 🙄

and you’re like okay whatever but you can’t help but agree he looks so cute all smiley with your lipstick smudged all over his face 

gets distracted so easily 

demands you kiss him on the mouth before moving onto his face and before you know it you’ve just been making out for the last half hour

‘but jisung, what about the tiktok trend?’ ‘the what????’

goes back to kissing you cause he’s so love drunk and can’t think straight once he’s had a taste of your lips

good luck getting him off you

can’t keep a straight face while you’re filming istg

knows the actual trend doesn’t involve kissing but as soon as he swipes your little smudge stain away and turns your face towards him he just finds himself leaning in again

and the rest of the tiktok is just him giggling against your mouth

and before you can even think about cutting that part out he’s already posted it

all the comments are so in love then there’s just hyunjin with ‘🤮🤮’

his lockscreen is 100% a selfie of the both of you covered in lipstick stains

one of his fav videos ever and will have no problem shoving it in peoples face out of nowhere

‘hey jisung, haven’t seen you in awhile-‘

‘yeah that’s great hahaha, loOK AT THIS VIDEO ME AND [NAME] FILMED, ISN’T SHE THE CUTEST??? LOOK AT HER?? LITERAL LOML???’

‘…’

so whipped for you and this trend didn’t help that fact

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

probably the one to suggest it tbh

saw it on tiktok one day and was like ‘…me and [name] would slay this’

you only agree to do it cause he’s so cute when he’s excited over smth <333

looks up at you so 🥺 as you kiss all over his face

hold his chin in your hand and he’ll melt

forgets the trend as soon as your soft lips make contact with his skin and can’t help but kiss you every now and then while you’re marking his face 

can’t keep the smile off his face when you’re recording and he looks so damn lovesick and whipped for you that it breaks tiktok for a good week

all the comments will be

‘he’s so in love with her 😭’

‘wish my boyfriend would look at me the way felix looks at [name] 💔’

‘girlie pls drop a tutorial on where to find a guy like this 🙏’

definitely the type to forward it to everyone he knows

and their mother

probably becomes his lockscreen and everytime he holds his thumb against the screen and replays it he’s just so :)

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

acts like it’s so inconvenient to him and his life 

but really he’s so giddy at the mere thought of your pretty lips all over him

won’t catch him admitting it though

when you first ask him he’ll just be like

🤨 no?? i’m not doing that?? 🤨

and when you say ‘oh okay i’ll just get jeongin to do it with me’ he’s straight into fight or fight mode and hot on ur tail

sitting all >:( on your bed as you go through your makeup looking for a good shade 

but he’s blushing so hard and fiddling with his fingers cause he always gets so shy when he’s about to kiss you

another to try to chase your lips when you’re leaving your lipstick mark over his face 

and you’re just like

‘SEUNGMIN HOW ARE WE MEANT TO DO THIS IF YOU’RE TRYING TO MAKEOUT WITH ME EVERY FIVE SECONDS???’

‘excuse me?? i think i deserve some compensation for agreeing to this dumb trend?’

punch him

right in his pretty face

pls

falls in love with the sight of your lipstick stains all over his face and can’t stop looking at himself in the mirror cause the shape of your lips is just so pretty

but as soon as you catch him smiling at himself in the reflection he’ll go straight from :) to >:( again

has to keep his little tsundere act going you know

surprisingly focused when you get to it 

only takes you around three tries before you get the perfect shot

(he just wanted you to hurry tf up so he could finally makeout with you)

comments go wild 

and he’s just like ‘see, told you the people loved me’

and it’s like ‘bRO YOU DIDN’T EVEN WANNA DO THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE???

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

so shy

plays it off though and tries to act cool but really he’s melting on this inside

looks into the mirror every time you leave a kiss on his face and is like 

:) you missed a spot :)

but really he just wants you to keep kissing him

before you know it his whole face is stained in your lipstick

takes a good hour before you can even start to think about filming

he’s just too pretty and distracting

especially when he’s looking at you all 🥺 with his lips puckered

gets so nervous once you whip out your phone to record and doesn’t know what tf to do

‘okay … what’s the plan again? does my hair look stupid?? do i look directly into the camera or-‘

gonna have to talk him through this one 😔✊

probably needs a full step by step tutorial to get though this stupid trend 

once he gets it down though he’s a natural

tilting his head all cutely after swiping away the lipstick smudge and smiling at you with so much love that it almost made you forget about the recording 

can’t help but kiss you anyway and it makes tiktok go wild <333

changbin probably sends it into the group chat not even a full minute after it’s posted and clowns tf out of you two

© 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.

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[feelbokkie]

📱Distancing yourself from BF!SKZ after receiving hate 📱 (Part 2) (Hyung + Hyunjin Line)

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: heavy angst, hurt/comfort

pov: 1st & 2nd person

description: Your boyfriend finds out why you've been distancing yourself (Half smau, half written)

pairing: bf!skz & fem!reader

warnings: swearing, break up, mentions of violence, mention of self harm (?), self loathing, mostly fluff, let me know if I missed anything

word count: listed below

screenshot count: 4

©feelbokkie (2023) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

Part 1

Part 2 (Maknae Line)

방 찬 (Bang Chan) (1,150 words)

“Y/N’s a better person than me. I don’t think I would be able to handle it.”

“Handle what?” Chan asked the two staff members who were talking in the corner. 

Chan normally stays out of things that don’t concern him, but when he heard your name he could help but get involved. 

“All the hate. I don’t know what I would do if I was constantly being told to kill myself by strangers.” The taller of the two staff members mentions. 

Chan thought quietly to himself for a few seconds. He knows that you had gotten some hate in the past, it’s only natural that a few fans would be upset that Chan is in a relationship. But he handles the situation with a message on bubble and everything was fine. Right? You wouldn’t keep something like this from him. Right?

“Thank you for your hard work today,” Chan says quickly before shuffling off to a quiet corner of the room. 

He pulls out his phone and types in your name on Twitter. All the top mentions of your name are so vile and full of malice that he can only imagine how worse it must be in your inbox. 

Chan spent the whole journey back to his dorm reading all the comments that you must have seen. You had to have seen them and that’s why you’re avoiding him. There’s no other explanation. All of your social media accounts are now private, comments are turned off, and you even took off your profile pictures. It’s bad and he blames himself for not seeing how much you were suffering sooner. Once they get home, Chan walks straight to his room and slams the door, causing Jisung, Changbin, and Hyunjin to share a scared and confused look. 

With a need to put an end to all the madness before it escalates even further, he does the only thing he can do: start a Channie’s Room. 

***

I stared at the link Chan had sent me for 5 minutes. I’ve been avoiding him for a few days, it doesn’t make sense that he would just send me a link like everything is okay. But it’s not, everything is fucked.

Our relationship is public, much to Chan’s dismay. He would have preferred to keep everything private, but after a picture of us was at risk of being leaked, we decided to get in front of the narrative and announce our relationship. Everything was fine, my name and picture were never released. A few weeks ago my identity was revealed. I didn’t tell Chan, I didn’t want to worry him with something I could handle on my own. And I did, but the toll on my mental health from most of the comments being directed at me would have been a dead giveaway.

I bite my lip and open the video on my laptop. I sit with my knees to my chest at my computer desk. The video stars and I see Chan sitting in his bedroom wearing the couple hoodie we picked out our first year of dating. I can’t stop the corner of my lips from turning up. His expression is hard to read. He looks tired. I can see it in the bags under his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I know you guys weren’t expecting a Channie’s Room today. It’s going to be short. I promise.” Chan explains as he reads comments on his phone. Why did he send me a link to this?

“‘Why are we here?’ I thought we could have a little chat. Just a quick conversation about something that’s come to my attention.’”A flash of anger hits his eyes only for a quick second.

Shit. He knows. He knows and he’s going to address it. I quickly pull my phone and dial Chan’s number to get him to stop whatever crusade he’s about to embark on. Chan picks up his phone and swipes his hand across the screen just as the call ends. Chan holds his phone up to the camera.

“If it’s alright with you guys, I’m going to put my phone away. It’s almost dead. But don’t worry, I can still see your comments on my computer.” He smiles at the camera before literally tossing his phone behind him.

“Fuck!” I shut my laptop and race around my room grabbing my shoes, wallet, and keys before making a mad dash to the dorm.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Hyunjin asks when he answers the door. I take a second to catch my breath, doubled over in front of the door. I managed to turn a 30-minute walk into a 15-minute marathon. Call me superwoman.

“C…han…is Chan still in his room?” I ask, finally standing up having collected myself after a few minutes.

“Yeah, but I would wait for a second. He’s pissed.” Han calls from the couch. 

“Oh, believe me, I already know.” I finally make my way into the dorm and head straight to Chan’s room. 

I open the door and freeze when I see Chan still sitting at his desk. I quietly close the door and lean against it as I try to catch my breath. Chan looks at me quickly before finishing the live and giving me his full attention.

“Why are you out of breath? What’s wrong?” He stands up and places a hand on my shoulder.

“What’s wrong? I ran all the way over here to stop you from doing whatever the fuck that was on live.” I push his hand off and make my way over to the beanbag chair that Chan has for me to sit in.

“You’re mad at me for defending you?” He grabs a water bottle from his mini fridge and opens it before handing it to me. I take a huge sip.

“Not mad, upset. I was handling it.”

“How were you handling? By avoiding me?”

“I only avoided you because you can read me like a book. I didn’t want you to worry while you’re busy with your comeback.”

“So you were just going to suffer in silence?” Chan sits down on the edge of his bed and hands me the water bottle cap.

“Chan, I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to start dating you. I expected something like this would happen eventually. I didn’t want you to worry because you already have so much weight on your shoulders.”

“It’s literally my job as your boyfriend to worry about you. It’s not a burden. You’ll never be a burden.” Chan climbs off the bed and kneels next to me.

“I love you. I promise that I will lean on you more.” I take Chan’s hand and kiss his cheek.

“And I promise to also lean on you so that you don’t have to worry about coming to me. Stay the night?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

이 민 호 (Lee Min-Ho) (921 words)

Part 3

Minho rarely goes on social media. He’ll post the occasional picture on Instagram for the official Stray Kids page, but that’s all. He has his secret account, but he mostly uses it when he’s been away from you for a while and misses seeing your face. He hadn’t seen you for a couple of weeks so he logged in to look at your most recent pictures. That’s when he saw all of the hate comments that were under all your pictures.

“What the fuck?” He mutters under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” Han asks, looking concerned at Minho. Dance practice had run late so they’re all resting on the floor of the practice room.

“All these comments on Y/N’s pictures. They’re so vicious.” And recent.

“Do you think that’s why she hasn’t been around?” Minho blinks a few times before shutting his phone and putting his stuff away. He looks down at his phone one more time before leaving without saying anything to the others.

***

I set down a cup of water in front of Minho before returning to my spot in my armchair. He’s been quiet ever since he showed up at my door. It wasn’t completely strange for him to show up unannounced like this. He often comes over to spend the night on a whim. But this time feels different.

“How was practice?” I finally say, breaking the silence.

“Long and difficult, but we’ll figure it out. We always do.” The room falls silent again. I don’t know why I’m nervous, it’s just Minho. We’ve been together long enough, silence shouldn’t be awkward for us. If anything, we prefer it. Most of our nights in are quiet while we both just enjoy each other’s company.

“I saw the comments on your Instagram. When were you going to tell me?” Minho reaches for the glass of water and takes a sip.

“I… I was going to. I just didn’t know when or how to bring it up.” A few weeks ago, a few Stay found my social media and began commenting rude things under all my pictures. It’s escalated into a bigger issue than what I initially thought it was going to be. 

“Are you okay?”

“Are you actually asking?”

“Y/N, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t actually want to know.” I don’t know why, but he saying that breaks me. Tears start falling down my face faster than I can stop myself.

The truth is, I’m not okay. I knew that dating an idol came with its own set of challenges and that publicly dating one would be even harder. I knew to an extent that I would probably get hate, either directly or indirectly, at some point in our relationship once we went public. So, I constantly did a lot of mental preparation for this exact situation. But no amount of mental preparation will ever prepare you for having all of your flaws pointed out and constantly being told to kill yourself. I hate to admit it, but it has severely impacted my mental health. I can’t sleep, and when I do it’s never for long. My appetite is nonexistent, I only eat when I realize that I hadn’t eaten anything all day.

“I’m not doing great if I’m being completely honest. I can’t remember the last time I got a decent sleep or ate a proper meal. I barely made all of my social media private, but that doesn’t stop people from sending me DMs. I have to delete every comment by hand because if I just turned off my comments, I would miss seeing the stuff you wrote. But that means I have to read each comment to make sure I’m not getting rid of yours— I’m just really exhausted.”

Minho is silent again as he gets up from his spot on the couch and kneels in front of me. He takes me in his arms and strokes my hair as I sob into his shoulder. I knew everything was getting to me, but I didn’t know how much it is affecting me until I said it out loud. 

Min presses a kiss on my cheek and pulls away once I’m done crying. He places both hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eyes. His are filled with tears and he has a sad smile.

“Let’s break up.” He says it so quietly, I almost didn’t hear him.

“What? No—”

“Y/N, you’re miserable. You’re not eating or sleeping, and in a way, it’s because of me. Even if we were to block all of the people sending you hate and delete the comments and DMs, you’ll still be at the center of all this negativity. The only way you’ll know peace is if we aren’t together anymore.”

“I love you, I don’t want to break up.” Tears begin to fall down my face again.

“I love you too, and that’s why we have to. It would be selfish of me to stay with you knowing that you’re dying inside because of me. I would rather end this and know that you’re happy somewhere than lose you forever.” The tears that were welling in his eyes finally start to fall too.

He’s right, even if he went and reprimanded everyone for sending me hate, it would never truly end. I wouldn’t be happy.

“Can we break up tomorrow? I just really need you right now.” I choke out.

“Whatever you need, my love. And just know, I’ll always be here for you.”

서 창 빈 (Seo Chang-Bin) (826 words)

“Excuse me, could we take a picture with you?” Changbin had run into a few fans on his way out of the grocery store when he was getting ingredients to make you soup.

“Ah, just one, I have popsicles.” He lifts one of the bags to show them the shopping he just did. They take a quick group photo before heading their separate ways.

“Changbin oppa is so sweet. I wonder what he sees in that bitch.” One of the fans says as they walk away.

“She’s probably just after him for his money. You know what the forums say.” Another one pipes up. 

They thought that they were far away enough from Changbin when they started talking, but he heard them. When he turned around to confront them, they were gone. It takes him a few seconds to process what they were talking about. Forums? That mentioned you? Once he realized what was going on, he ran off to your apartment.

***

“Are you receiving hate?” Changbin asked when I opened my door.

I was laying down in bed, reading some new mentions on Twitter, when I got a text from Changbin saying he was downstairs. I shouldn’t have said I had a headache. Any mention of me being sick or hurt, he runs to take care of me. I knew he would find out eventually, I was just hoping it wouldn’t be tonight.

“Hello to you too.” I close the door and follow him into the kitchen. He put some grocery bags on the counter and was now leaning over the sink. I roll my eyes and start going through the bags. He really can’t multitask.

“Why didn’t you tell me about what’s going on?” He says without looking at me.

“Bin, can we not do this tonight? I really do have a headache.” I grab the box of popsicles and put them in my freezer.

“Your head wouldn’t hurt if you told me that people were harassing you online. I am your boyfriend, you should come to me when these things happen.” I put the last of the groceries away and walk to the living room.

“Yah! Y/N, don’t walk away from me. I just want to talk.” I love Changbin, but he can be loud. I’m used to it, but it’s unbearable right now.

“Maybe I didn’t tell you because it’s none of your business.”

“You are my business! And if someone is treating you like shit, I should know.” He sits down on the couch, running his hand through his hair.

“You can’t fight everyone to defend my honor.” I sit down on the opposite side of the couch.

“I can try.”

“And tell them what? That they’re wrong? That I’m not a cold bitch? Or a slut? Can you prove that I’m not? For fucks sake— you came all the way over here because you were worried about me and I’m trying to push you away. Changbin, I didn’t tell you because they’re telling the truth. I’m not the most attractive person. My personality is shit and my body count is a bit higher than I like to admit. The only thing that they’re wrong about is me being a gold digger.” Changbin’s expression softens. He scoots closers to me on the couch and places a hand on my knee.

“Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that. You’re wrong. They’re wrong. I’m the only one who is right. They don’t know you like I do. Who are they to call you a bitch? They don’t know that you carry around snacks for dogs and cats with you just in case you run into a stray. They don’t know that you’re the one who makes sure I don’t overwork myself, and take care of me when I ultimately do with no complaints. They don’t know that you also take care of the rest of my group members when they’re sick so that the rest of us stay healthy. They don’t know that you’re prettiest without your makeup, especially when you first take it off. They don’t know that you were going through something before we met. So why should what they say about you matter?”

“Bin—”

“If you don’t like something about yourself because you personally have an issue with it, that’s fine. It’s normal and I’ll be right here to help you fall in love with yourself again. And if you’re letting the opinions of others who have no idea what they talking about, I will personally kick their asses for you.” I can’t stop the corner of my mouth from turning up.

“I’m sure JYP and Dispatch would love that.”

“Y/N, I’m serious. I love you and I want to be there for you, but I can’t do that if you don’t let me in.” He moves his hand to my hand and squeezes.

“You can’t protect me from everything.” I sigh, squeezing his hand back.

“Wanna bet?”

황 현 진 (Hwang Hyun-Jin) (1,076 words)

“Hyunjin hyung, isn’t this Y/N noona’s apartment?” Jeongin held his phone in front of the older boy’s face. On it played a video that showed your apartment, your place of work, and the shops in your neighborhood that you frequent. At the end of the video your phone number and the addresses for both your home and appear on the screen.

“What is this?” The color drains from Hyunjin’s face as he picks up his phone again and sends you a quick text, more panicked this time.

“I don’t know. I just saw it right now, but apparently, it was uploaded a couple of weeks ago— Chan hyung!”Jeongin dropped his phone and tried to steady Hyunjin’s swaying body.

“What’s wrong?” Chan asked looking at the scene unfolding in front of him. Jeongin quickly catches Chan up on what’s happening as Hyunjin slowly starts to zone back in.

“Something’s happened to Y/N, I just know it. I…I need to go check on her.” Hyunjin mumbles.

It wasn’t uncommon for you and Hyunjin to have spells when you didn’t talk to or see each other. So when you first stopped replying to him, he didn’t think anything of it. But slowly, as time went on he would worry a little each day. When he first reached out and you didn’t reply, he just figured you weren’t ready to talk yet and left it alone. Finding out that you had been doxxed and were now unreachable racked his body with guilty. 

“I’ll go with you, ‘kay? Minho, you’re in charge.” Chan wrapped his arm around the fragile boy and led him out of the room.

***

I haven’t left my apartment in a couple of days. I’ve barely left my bedroom since the incident at the convince store. I had been fired earlier that day because the unwanted attention I was receiving was messing with productivity. I had gone to get some snacks and cheap food for the next couple of days when I ran and got into an altercation with a couple of sasaengs. It’s safer in my room and I have enough food in my apartment for the next few weeks.

A knock at my bedroom door draws my attention. Knock? Did they finally manage to break in? I know there are been some people hanging around my apartment for a while now. My eyes scan my room for a place to hide. I settle on the closet. I quietly make my way to the closet and situate myself in the back of it, hugging my knees to my chest. I can’t even call for help, my phone is somewhere on the floor in my living room where it has stayed after I threw it. I have been getting an insane amount of calls and texts I was being bombarded with.

My heart is pounding so hard, I can’t hear anything. I squeeze my eyes tight and take a deep breath in. I let my breath out as I rub my sweaty palms on my pant legs. I should have taken some sort of self-defense course when I decided to move out of my parents' house. I didn’t think I needed to. Hyunjin went along with me when I was looking for an apartment. This one was in the safest neighborhood in my price range. He left a pair of his shoes and one of his coats by the door so it looks like he lives here. Hyunjin. He’s going to be devastated when he finds out. Whatever happens today, I hope isn’t the one who finds me. He’d torture himself for not being here, for not knowing.

I hold my breath when I hear the closet door open. If I stay as still as humanly possible, maybe they’ll leave. I squeeze my eyes tighter as the footsteps walk a little deeper into the closet. A rush of cool air hits my face as the clothes around me move.

“Hyunjin! I found her!”

Chan? I open my eyes to find the older boy standing over me with soft, yet relieved eyes. Hyunjin runs into the room and makes eye contact with me. Chan walks out of the closet to make room for Hyunjin. He kneels next to me and engulfs me in a hug, burying my face in his chest. Breathing in his scent, I start sobbing.

We sit like that for what feels like hours. The whole time, Hyunjin stayed quietly stroking my hair. Being in Hyunjin’s arms is the most peace I’ve felt in a month. The warmth radiating from his body and his familiar scent lulls me into a quiet state.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper when I finally calm down enough.

“Why are you sorry? If anything, this is my fault.” Hyunjin’s voice cracks. I pull away from his chest and look into his eyes. They’re red and glassy. I swipe my thumb under his eye.

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t leak my information to the world.”

“That wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t dating me. Y/N,” he lets go of me and turns to face me fully, “I was so scared when I found out what happened. I was terrified that I was going to come here and find you…” Tears start to well up in his eyes at the thought of how badly this could have turned out.

“I know. I was scared too. But it’s fine. I’m fine”

“But it could have been really bad. Look at you—you’re covered in bruises. You can’t live here anymore.” He gently lifts my head to examine my face. Most of the damage is on my arms and torso, I have a small bruise on the corner of my mouth and a slightly busted lip.

“I know that—I’ve been looking at new places. But it’s going to take a while.”

“Just stay with me, it’s safer. Living with Changbin hyung and Chan hyung is like living with two bodyguards. And Jisung is pretty entertaining. Plus, I’m there.” I crack a small smile.

“Don’t you always complain about living with 3racha?” Hyunjin brushes my hair out of my face.

“Yeah, but maybe they’ll get their shit together if you move in with us. Anyway, let’s go. We can get something to eat and talk about everything.” Hyunjin stands up and sticks his hand out toward me. I take his hand and he pulls me up.

“I’m right behind you.”

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It’s A Date - Steve Harrington (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 3,530 Warnings: ST4 spoilers, fluff, little bit of angst  Smut: car sex between m+f, mutual masturbation Requested: Nope. Based off a prompt from this list A/N: Hi, friends! Of course, my first Steve Harrington fic is a smut piece, haha! This contains spoilers for S4, so if you haven’t watched it already, pls do not read. If you have any requests for our mom of 6, my askbox is open for requests. I might overuse the gif below because hotdamn🥵!!! Anyways, I hope you like this little piece! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

“Dusty! Hurry up, you’re gonna be late!” 

Do you know how many times a week I hear that? Five. Five days a week! All because my brother is still in his room, doing God knows what!

Upon hearing Mom’s voice calling his name again, I pulled the covers off my body and got out of bed. Opening my bedroom door, I glared at Dustin’s. I walked over to it and opened it up. “If you don’t hurry the hell up, I’m gonna drag you out of here by your hair. Got that, dipshit?”

“Okay, okay,” he said, getting up from his desk chair. “I was talking to Suzie.” 

Confused, I asked, “Why?”

“None of your business. Besides, aren’t you late for work?”

Facial expression going serious, I asked, “What time is it?” before going back to my room to look at my clock. “Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Keith is gonna kill me.”

I quickly changed my shirt and brushed my hair out. Since I had a phone in my room, I called up Family Video. As it rang, I searched for my jeans that I thought were on the floor. They ended up being on my vanity chair. 

“Family Video.”

“Steve? Holy shit, thank you for answering.”

“Y/N? Aren’t you supposed to be here by now?”

Resting the phone between my ear and shoulder, I pulled my shorts down and began putting my jeans on. “That’s why I’m calling. I apparently overslept and somebody was supposed to come pick me up.”

“I was? Damn, I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Cover for me until I get there?”

“What should I tell Keith?”

“Lost track of time running an errand?” I heard Dustin’s voice and got another idea… well, excuse. “I had to wait for Dustin ‘cause Mom needed me to take him to school. It’s also a perfect excuse for me to use the car today.”

“Has anyone seen Y/N?” I heard Keith asked.

“I’m on the phone with her now. She has to wait for her little brother so that she can take him to school.”

Silence. I stopped zipping and buttoning my jeans to hear what else Keith had to say. After a few more seconds of silence, I whispered, “Am I in the clear?”

“Not in the slightest,” Keith answered. “If you’re late again, you’re fired.”

“R-roger that.” I hung up after that, quickly zipping and buttoning my jeans before grabbing my vest with my name tag attached. I went to the kitchen, seeing Mom standing at the sink. “Can I borrow the car?”

“What for?”

Looking around to find the clock I knew was there, I spotted Dustin about to walk out the door. Quickly turning my head back to my mom, I said, “Dustin asked me to take him to school.”

“No, I didn't,” said boy responded, confused.

“Last night, you did.”

“Before you two start up, yes, you can borrow the car,” Mom said.

“Thank you,” I said, kissing her cheek. “I love you! I’ll be safe!” Walking towards Dustin, I said, “Your ass owes me.”

~~~

10:30AM. Only 30 minutes late for work. It took me all of 15 mins to get Dustin to school and myself to work. Did I go over the speed limit? Maybe. Was I driving like I didn’t care about the speed limit? Maybe. I mean, I didn’t get pulled over or anything, so I’m good!

Once I walked in the video store, I was met by Keith at the front counter. “You’re late.”

“Yes, I’m aware. Thank you. We’ve already established this,” I answered. I walked around the counter and straight to the back to set my stuff down and clock in. Once that was done, I immediately got to work on putting away the tapes people had returned.

“And then Vickie laughed,” I heard Robin say. I peaked out from one of the aisles to listen in on her conversation with Steve. “And it wasn’t like a cheap, fake laugh, either. It was like…”

I moved out of the aisle, knowing that she had to be at the basketball game the night before. “It was genuine, right?” 

She looked at me and smiled a little. “Yeah. It was.”

“I remember when I used to make someone laugh genuinely,” I said, looking in Steve’s direction.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Steve and I dated for about a year. We got together the night he fought the demodogs, and then we broke up right before I was supposed to leave for school. Yes, my feelings are still there. Are they still there for him? I’m not sure. Anyway.

I went back to putting the movies back up, and before I knew it, about 15 minutes had gone by. Sitting down behind the front counter, I watched the movie that was playing; Doctor Zhivago. Don’t ask. Robin put it on. A body sat down next to me.

“Ya’know, if I’m utterly and totally right, I would say that Steve still has mad feelings for you.”

I looked over Robin, giving her a face of… well, curiosity. I looked back at the tv, crossing my arms. “Yeah, I’m not so sure.”

“Hey, guys, check this out,” Steve said, turning the tv behind the counter on.

Robin and I both moved to the front of the counter; Robin sitting in a chair, me sitting on the counter, and Steve standing. I was in the middle. What was on the television disturbed me; a teenager from Hawkins High was killed. 

My first thought was, “Dustin.” I hadn’t realized that I said his name aloud until I felt an arm around me, the hand attached rubbing my left arm up and down.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Steve said.

“Better be,” I said, tearfully. “Or else I’m gonna revive him and kill him myself.” Hearing the front door open, I quickly gathered myself, but was shocked when I heard a voice say, “Hey, Steve.”

I turned around so fast, I thought I gave myself whiplash. “Oh, thank fuck.”

“You see this?” Steve asked.

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin asked, Max right on his tail.

“Someone was murdered.”

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin enunciated.

“Two, why?”

“Actually, we have three,” I said. Robin, Steve, Dustin and Max all four looked at me, but my eyes landed on Steve’s. Shrugging, I said, “If you wanna count Keith’s, it makes three.”

“Three works,” Max said.

“Guys, what’s going on? Does it pertain to the person was murdered?”

Taking off his backpack, Dustin said, “Y/N/N, move.”

Moving, I asked, “What fo–” Interrupting me, Dustin slid his bag across the counter, causing Steve and I to shout, “What are you–?”

“My pile,” Robin complained.

Dustin slid across the front counter, knocking over the tapes Steve stacked, causing him to shout, “No, no, no! My tapes! Dude!”

I had moved as soon as I knew what my brother was doing when he slid his bag and then his body across the counter. I walked up to him as he sat down at the computer. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Setting up base camp,” Dustin said.

“Base camp? Dusty, you can’t do that. This is my place of work.” I looked behind me at the back of the store. “If Keith finds out you’re back here, I’m dead.”

“You won’t,” Steve said.

I looked at him, asking, “What?”

“He left after you got here,” Robin said. “While you were in the back.”

Sighing, I said, “I’m gonna kill him.” Looking back at Dustin, I asked, “Why do you even need the computer?”

“Eddie’s friend’s phone numbers,” Dustin said.

“Your new best friend you think is cooler ‘cause he plays your nerdy game?” Steve asked.

“If you stop complaining about Eddie, I’ll go on a date with you,” I said, looking at Steve.

I turned back around to watch my brother, seeing him writing down names and numbers. Groaning loudly, I walk to the front of the counter to help Robin finish picking up. 

“You want me to strangle him or should I let you do those honors?” Steve said.

“Take turns,” Robin said.

“Oooh, good idea,” I smiled, looking back and forth between the two.

“Fill them in, please,” Dustin said.

“Fill us in on what?” Robin asked.

I looked at Max, who looked like she didn’t want to say anything, but told us anyway.

~~~

Apparently, Eddie had killed Chrissy Cunningham, and how he’s on the run from the cops… or at least that’s what I got out of it. 

“So, he killed her or something else killed her?” I asked.

“I’m thinking something else,” Max said.

While Robin, Max and Dustin called Eddie’s friends, we ended up getting a few customers in the store, to whom Steve and I both attended to. As I walked past him and a female customer, I overheard him try to explain Doctor Zhivago to the poor girl, who stated she had a boyfriend.

After I was done with my customer, I noticed that Steve had walked this girl to the door and stood there as she got in her car and drove off.

“Stop gawking,” I said. He pulled himself back in the store after saying the GD word. Looking at me, he gave me those eyes that I knew was him beating himself up on the inside. I took a step closer to him, almost chest to chest. “Hey, listen. If you can go the rest of our shift without complaining about Eddie or beating yourself up mentally, I’ll go on a date with you. Tonight.”

“Where?” he asked.

“Lover’s Lake. Pick me up at 9. I’ll be sitting on the trunk of my mom’s car.”

“It’s a date.”

“I might have a lead,” Max said, interrupting our moment. She started explaining something, but all I heard was one name; Reefer Rick.

“Wait a sec, I know him,” I said, walking to the counter.

“You do?” they all asked.

“Yeah. I used to buy weed from him back when I was a sophomore. I know where he lives.”

~~~

Robin, Max and Dustin gave the plan of going to see Reefer Rick as soon as possible. So, the five of us went to see him, only for him to not be at home. We found Eddie, though, in the boat house, hiding in a boat.

He explained what happened with Chrissy after we convinced him to tell us. As he was explaining what happened with her bones and how they were snapping, I shivered and turned my head to the side with my eyes closed.

I jumped when I felt an arm around me again. The arm belonging to Steve. I did what I always did when he did that; curled into him the best I could.

“You all think I’m crazy, right?” Eddie asked.

I looked over at him, sniffling, “No. We don’t think you’re crazy at all.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N! I know how this sounds.”

“We’re not bullshitting you. We believe you.”

“Look,” Dustin said. “What I’m about to tell you might be a little… difficult to take. You know how people say Hawkins is… cursed? They’re not way off.”

Sniffing again, I said, “There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins, and sometimes it bleeds into ours.” “Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asked.

“There are some things worse than ghosts,” Max said.

“There’s monsters in this other world,” Dustin said. “We thought they were gone.”

“But they’ve come back before,” I said.

“That’s why we needed to find you.”

“If they’re back again,” Max said. “We need to know.”

“That night,” Robin said. “Did you see anything?”

“Dark particles, maybe?” 

Eddie shook his head before Dustin explained, “They would almost look like dust, swirling dust.”

“Or snow,” I said.

“No, there was nothing you could see or touch,” Eddie said. “I tried to wake her. She couldn’t move. It was like she… she was in a trance or something.”

“Or under a spell,” Dustin said. 

“A curse.”

“Vecna’s Curse.”

Rubbing my arm again, Steve asked the group, “Who’s Vecna?”

“An undead creature of great power,” Dustin answered.

“A spellcaster,” Eddie said.

“A dark wizard.”

~~~

After taking Max and Robin home, Steve took me and Dustin home… well, mainly Dustin since it was already about 9pm. When he got out of the car, Dustin asked, “Aren’t you coming?”

“Tell mom not to wait up,” I said. “There’s a conversation that needs to happen.” I looked over at Steve for a second before looking at the sky, lightning striking.

“Make it fast.”

Steve drove off towards Lover’s Lake, the silence in the car deafening. “Hey, listen,” he said. “What happened between us–”

“Can we pause this conversation until we get there?” I asked. He sighed and went back to not saying anything. I watched as the rain started to come down, lightly before it gradually got heavier.

I looked out at the lake as soon as Steve put his car in park. After a few seconds of silence, I said, “I don’t know why I did it.” Looking down at my lap, I tried to will the tears back. “I was either scared you’d cheat on me or that I’d cheat on you. Truth is…” I sniffled. “I never stopped caring about you, thinking about you, or… loving you.”

I looked at him, seeing his eyes already on me. “I wouldn’t have.”

“I know, I know, I just– I had that small fear. And no, it wasn’t because I didn’t trust you because I did and still do. It was me and my stupid brain.” I couldn’t hold the tears back as I said, “I’m so sorry, Steve.”

He cradled me the best he could with us being in the car. “Hey, it’s okay. I understood then and I understand now.” I looked up at him the best I could as he looked down at me. “I still love you, too.”

Without thinking, I leaned up and kissed him, feeling him kiss me back. A simple kiss turned into a make out session which turned into me climbing into his lap after he pulled the seat back.

Detaching his lips from mine, he smiled a little, saying, “Bring back memories?”

I took my shirt off and nodded, but I said, “Shut up and kiss me.” 

We quickly locked lips again before I helped him take off his shirt. His lips went for my neck as my hands went to the back of his head, gently balling up his hair in my fists. He found my sweet spot, which made me moan.

“God, I’ve missed that sound,” he said.

“Steve,” I breathed.

“Yeah?” 

“Shut up, please.” I hadn’t realized that he unhooked my bra and pulled it off my breasts a little until I felt the flesh of his hands on the flesh of my breasts. “Steve, do something.”

I put my arms down, feeling my bra straps fall down before I felt Steve’s hands on my back, pulling me straight. I moaned loudly as I felt his lips wrap around my nipple, him hardening the bud.

Pulling away from my breast with a small pop, Steve said, “There’s my girl,” before moving on to the other one, eliciting another moan from me.

I felt his bulge on my core, so I reached down once he pulled away from my breast again and palmed him through his jeans, making him groan. After doing that for a moment, I looked down at his button and popped it, unzipping his jeans right after. 

Without him even saying anything, I got up on my knees as best as I could so that he could slide his jeans down his thighs. Before I could reach into his boxers, he said, “Do you remember where I keep them?”

I nodded, turning my head to the glove box and reaching the best I could to open it and retrieve a condom. Steve and I were both a panting mess, our breathing heavy. I turned back to him, holding the packet up and smiling. “Are we really about to do this?”

He nodded while smiling before taking the packet out of my hand. “Yup.”

I chuckled before I looked down at his package, reaching for it. I looked at him and asked with my eyes if he was totally sure, to which he nodded just slightly. 

It’s not like Steve and I never had sex before because we have. We just haven’t had sex in about seven months, so I just wanted to be sure with him before we went any further.

Reaching into his boxers, I wrapped my hand around his hardened length, pumping slowly a few times to get the blood flowing even more. Before long, I started pumping faster, finding a rhythm. 

Steve moaned, letting me know he was liking what I was doing. Not realizing that he popped the button on my jeans and unzipped them, I moaned as well when I felt his finger enter my core. Mutual masturbation, I guess.

“Mmmm, baby, baby, baby,” Steve said. “You keep going, I’m gonna cum right all over your hand.”

I stopped, putting my hands on his face to pull him in for a deep kiss. He pulled his hand from my panties before I felt him tap the outside of my thighs. I got up on my knees again before he broke the kiss.

“Sit over there,” he said, breathing heavily.

I did as he asked and sat in the passenger seat to finish undressing, him doing the same. “Do you have a blanket in the back?”

“Always,” he smiled.

I watched as he rolled the condom down his length after taking it from the packet. He grabbed my hand and helped me back over, but not before I hit my head on the roof of the car. “Ow, fuck!”

He chuckled while holding my head, kissing where I hit it. “Are you okay?”

I chuckled as well, looking up at him. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

After calming down, I looked down and grabbed his hardened cock, giving him those eyes once more. He nodded again, so I carefully lined him up with my entrance and slowly slid down, moaning all the way. 

“Fuck, I forgot how big you are,” I breathed.

“You know you love it,” he said.

“I do,” I said. “I do.” After adjusting for a moment, I started bouncing… or what bouncing I could do considering we were in his car.

Steve and I were still breathing heavily, moans coming out of my mouth left and right. I felt his hands on my hips, his own meeting mine.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I breathed, stopping my movements. “If you’re wanting to do that, we should lay the seat back. It feels awkward.”

He thought about it for a second before nodding and saying, “You’re right.” He laid the seat back and told me to stay on my knees before we started up again; me bouncing and him thrusting up into me.

With my hair in front of my face and my mouth open, I moaned with every thrust Steve made.

“You’re so beautiful,” he grunted. “So goddamn beautiful.”

“Oh, my god,” I breathed. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna–” With one more thrust into me, I came all over Steve’s protected cock. Leaning forward, I caught myself with my hands on the top corners of the seat. 

With his hands on my hips, I looked down at Steve, seeing him eye our bodies meeting, sweat forming on his brow. “Almost there,” he grunted.

“Ahhh, fuck,” I moaned loudly.

With one final, “Fuck!” from Steve, he stopped all movements, grunting while his hips jerked, letting me know he had came.

We didn’t move from our positions, just sitting there trying to catch our breaths. After a couple of minutes of being completely still, I moved my hand from the seat to Steve’s cheek, bringing our lips together.

When we pulled apart, we rested our foreheads against each other. I had my eyes closed, so I couldn’t tell if his was open or not.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you, too,” he whispered back. “But, uhm, can you move? I’m getting soft.”

I laughed at his statement, nodding my head. I moved to the backseat, hoping he would pick up what I was laying down. Grabbing the blanket, I wrapped it around myself, noticing that Steve was pulling his boxers and jeans back up.

“Y/N/N?” he asked.

“Back here, dorkwad.”

He turned his head and smiled when our eyes met. He looked at my clothes before handing them back to me, silently telling me to get dressed, and after doing so, he climbed in the back with me, laying down in the seat first before I laid on top of him.

He sighed, rubbing his hands up and down my back. “I’ve missed this.”

“Me, too,” I smiled. “Next time we do this, though, at least take me to dinner first.”

He chuckled before saying, “It’s a date.”

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Posted on June 3, 2022

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Up for a call?

⪩⪨ • Yunho x Reader Smut

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Warnings: Dom! Yunho, Sub! Reader, Phone sex, first time phone sex, fingering, mentions of hair pulling, porn without plot, starts soft but gets naughty, shy reader and Yunho

18+ below the cut!

Yunho being on tour with the band killed you. Yes- sure he would be coming back home in a few weeks again, but you needed him here with you. Of course, to cuddle and to just spend time together - but what you needed most right now was something entirely different. Everytime he went on tour, you became so fucking touch starved and simply needy. Seeing a single video of him performing and growling on stage made you go feral. But no amount of touching yourself could satisfy you enough. Nothing and no one was able to put up with Yunhos skills, which you were craving for right now.

After two hours of doom-scrolling through the latest tiktok-edits and twitter posts of your boyfriend, he finally texted you.

Done with the show for today! Up for a phone call? :)

His message read.

Of course Yuyu!! Just call me when ur ready - i ´ll answer!

You replied. You were looking forward to what he had to tell you about today´s show, and also you were looking forward to hearing his voice again.

A few minutes later your phone rang. Excitedly, you picked up. „Hi Yunho! How was the show today?“, you asked him.

„It went well. But i can ´t wait to come home again, to be honest. I miss you, and i miss peaceful, stress-free sleep…“

His deep, raspy voice went straight to your core. You were ashamed of how embarassingly horny you were for this man. He just wanted to talk, and here you were, thinking about him fucking you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear that would eventually make you come undone.

„Sweetheart?“, he asked. You realised you had been lost in thoughts for quite a while.

„Yes Yunho, sorry, I was just - uhm, distracted.“, you mumbled.

„Distracted? What distracted you, sweetheart?”

You took a deep breath, before you confessed what you had been thinking about for the past hours. „Yunho. It is that i miss you just- not in that way. I don’t know, it is kind of embarrassing to talk about that on the phone but- yes well, of course i want to cuddle up with you and stuff, but, oh god- i really need you in another… another way.“ you stuttered. You felt stupid. Hearing those thoughts from you was probably the last thing he needed right now, exhausted from an extremely long, exhausting show and-

„Y/N, so do I. I wanted to hear your voice. And do not get e wrong, of course I would love to be all cuddly with you right now, but what I really need is something that goes way further than just cuddling. It has been months since I’ve last been with you, touched you, and even on stage i could think of nothing else than just, shit- fucking you.”

You silently gasped at his confession. You felt like a horny teenager, sexting over snapchat- not like the girlfriend of an international Idol talking about how horny the both of you were on the telephone.

“God. I ´m so pissed off that you ´re two continents away from me. Wish you were here instead of your hotel room…”, you sighed.

You heard him draw in a sharp breath, and nothing could have prepared you for the things he was about to say.

“I know that I ´m not here, but we can make the best out of our current situation, right? We ´re both horny and touch starved - so how about you get all comfortable, loose those clothes and imagine i was next to you, hm?”, he suggested.

Shit, what had gotten into him? Yunho usually was not this brave, sometimes not even being able to ask you for sex when you were together because he did not want to make you uncomfortable. But not that you ´d complain - you’ve been literally hoping for something like that to happen. Yunho just shamelessly asking you to have phone sex was all you needed today. It wouldn’t fill up the hole entirely, literally and metaphorically, but it would do enough to satisfy the both of you.

“Sounds very good, yes.”, you told him, your fingers already unclasping your bra, freeing your breasts. Your nipples were already heard, blame the AC blasting cold air in your room.

“Can you… tell me what you’re doing right now?”, Yunho asked with a breathy voice.

“Playing with my- with my breasts, i guess. Feels good, Yuyu.”, you told him.

“Oh, fuck, just imagining your hands playing around with those nipples, shit, we’ve barely even started and I’m already so fucking hard sweetheart”

Hearing him say this made you press your thighs together, the heat in your stomach intensifying.

You let out a breathy moan. “Shit, i’d like to see that right now… Feel it…”

“Oh yes, so do I. I can only imagine how wet you are already. Tell me, do you feel good?”, Yunho asked.

“Mhm. So, so wet for you.”

“Come on princess, finger yourself. Let me hear how good you can make yourself feel while thinking of my cock.” You slowly started fingering yourself, focusing on Yunhos instructions while you applied pressure to your clit with your thum, while your index finger went in and out of your wet pussy. You let out a string of quiet whimpers, loud enough for Yunho to hear.

“Yes, that´s right. Imagine it was my cock pleasuring you right now. Shit. Want to pull your hair and make you my little slut… Want you to fall apart…”

Hearing those filthy, filthy words coming out of the mouth of your usually sweet, innocent boyfriend made your walls contract around your fingers.

“Stroking myself for you right now, princess. Feels so fucking good…”

You added another finger.

“Tell me what you ´re doing right now, will you?”, he demanded.

“G-got two fingers inside right now. Fuck, it´s not enough. I wish it was you, baby.”, you explained to him. “Go on, add another finger. I know you can take it.”

“I don ´t know if I can, ´m close already, so, so close…”, you whined. The image of Yunho lying in his bed, hand on his erect member was playing in your head non-stop, bringing you close to the edge faster than ever before. “I ´m sure you can, come on. Hold on a little while longer for me.”

His words of encouragement reached you, and you did as he told you. Using three fingers now nearly made you fall apart, the pleasure becoming overwhelming, your orgasm approaching fast.

“Sweetheart i ´m sorry, but I am so close. Wanted to keep on going but imagining my pretty, little pathetic whore with three fingers in her pussy is just way too much for me, shit…”

“Yuyu, fuck… I ´m-“

“Come for me, princess. Let me hear those moans, hm?”

That was what sent you over the edge. With one last, loud moan you came, Yunho following close with a satisfied groan.

“God. What a way to end the day.”, he murmured. “You did so good for me. Love you, sweetheart.”

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The Subtleties of Steve Harrington Part 2

This is one is bit longer than the rest because there wasn’t a clear spot to break it up without splitting up one of the parts.

Part 1

*

One Month Before

The Corroded Coffin boys were on a mission. And that was to tell the Buckley girl to call off her dog. Because they sure as hell weren’t going to let Steve Harrington break Eddie Munson’s heart.

They walked into Family Video on a day they knew Steve would be off. How did they know he wouldn’t be there? Because it’s all Eddie was talking about all that week, that him and Steve were going up to Indy to Eddie’s favorite gaming store and get him a new fig to replace the one that been warped to hell in Eddie’s bag because he forgot about it.

“Welcome to Family Video!” Robin greeted cheerily.

“Buckley,” Jeff said, “we’d like a word.”

Her face turned calculating. “You know, all three of you ganging up on a girl at her work place where she can’t escape is preeeeetttty pervy behavior, yes?”

They all looked at each other in shock. They hadn’t thought what it would look like to her. To any outsider really. They whispered for a few moments before Jeff and Gareth turned to leave.

She watched them go with a raised eyebrow. “So how did you get picked as representative of the Corroded Coffin boys?” she asked him.

Brian shrugged. “Gareth is too hot headed and Jeff stammers when he gets nervous.”

“And I make him nervous?” Robin asked with a smile.

“You did just scare the two of them off, so...yeah?”

She grinned. “So what can I do for you Corroded Coffin boys today?”

Brian sighed. “Look, Steve is great guy and all. Saved Eddie’s ass when everyone thought he was dead. And we’re grateful. We are it’s just...” He ran his fingers over his face. “We don’t want Eddie to get hurt. He’s fallen for straight boys before and it’s hurt him bad.”

Robin’s eyes got wider and wider the more Brian went on until they were practically bulging out of her head. “Okay, okay. Slow down. Are you saying that you want me to tell Steve to what exactly? Stop seeing Eddie all together? Not be alone with Eddie? Not be friendly with Eddie? Because that’s pretty fucked up.”

Brian huffed out a sigh of annoyance. “It’s not like that. He’s flirting with Eddie. We’ve all seen the Harrington charm in action. And Steve’s turned it up to eleven around Eddie. Like take today. Would you go to Indy which is a two hour drive to go to a store for one item that cost two bucks max? The gas alone is gonna cost more than that.”

Robin licked her lips. “For Steve absolutely. But you’re right, that’s not a normal friendship thing. It’s best friend or boyfriend move.”

Brian nodded. “You have to see why we’re concerned. Steve is going to make Eddie fall in love with him and then get his heart broken when the next Nancy Wheeler walks by.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay. I know you are going to go running to the other two the second you walk out of this store. But if anyone else finds out and this includes Eddie I will hunt all three of you for sport. Do you understand?”

Brian gulped but nodded.

“Steve isn’t straight.”

He frowned. “He isn’t?”

She shook her head. “It’s a bit of a shock to the system, no lie. But Steve likes both.”

Brian cocked his head to the side. “So he’s actively flirting with Eddie? As in to try and woo him and shit?”

“Yup!” Robin said popping the P.

“Does Eddie know Steve isn’t straight?”

She raised her eyebrows. “I know I said not to tell him, but Steve is actively flirting with him, so he should.”

Brian shook his head. “I mean we wouldn’t have guessed Steve wasn’t straight, so...”

“So, does the former super super senior know that the boy who’s flirting with him isn’t straight?” Robin asked.

He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, that.”

“I don’t know,” she groused. “Hell, you guys know him better than I do.”

Brian nodded. “I think he suspects but doesn’t want to be wrong.”

Robin nodded. “That’s fair.”

Brian shifted from side to side. “Thanks. I guess I should get back to the guys.”

She nodded.

Brian stepped outside and Gareth and Jeff were on him in a hot second.

“You get her to call him off?” Gareth asked.

Brian shook his head. “Nothing to call off.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jeff growled. “Of course there is. Straight boy hitting on gay boy needs to back the fuck off.”

“Bisexual boy is making moves on gay boy he has genuine feelings for,” Brian explained.

Jeff and Gareth looked at each other in confusion.

“Steve’s not straight?” Gareth asked.

Brian shook his head. “Nope.”

Jeff frowned. “I mean, we all know New Steve isn’t the kind to deliberately hurt anyone. Old Steve might have. But not New Steve. Why were we so sure Steve was out to hurt Eddie?”

Gareth shifted uncomfortably. “Because we assumed Eddie was the only gay guy in Hawkins.”

The trio fell silent. They knew that there must be other gay people in Hawkins. The town wasn’t that small.

“What do we tell Eddie?” Jeff asked.

“Nothing,” Brian said firmly. Before it was from threat of violence from Buckley, but now. He absolutely agreed with her.

“Nothing?” Gareth asked. “Doesn’t Eddie deserve to know?”

“From Steve?” Brian asked. “Oh absolutely. From us? Absolutely fucking not.”

Gareth and Jeff grumbled but reluctantly agreed.

Two weeks ago

Dustin was the hardest to convince. Which was annoying. And if Steve was being honest, hurt. A lot.

“For the last time, Dusty,” Steve said, digging his palms into his eyes, “I’m not going to date Robin. She is best friend and I am not her type.”

“Well what is her type?” Dustin asked. “You think she would go for Eddie then? Oh, maybe Argyle.”

Robin came bouncing into the room and skidded to a stop when she saw the looks on both Steve and Dustin’s faces.

“What’s up?” she asked slowly.

“Please explain to this butthead that I am not your type,” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“Hey, man,” Dustin said. “I just want you to be happy.”

Robin grinned. “You know, for such a genius you do have a bit of blind spot regarding matchmaking.”

Dustin frowned. “No I don’t.”

Robin laughed. “Yeah you do. You aren’t taking into consideration the fact that not everyone likes the opposite gender.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “I know about gay people. I just don’t know any.”

Steve and Robin shared a glance.

“I only like girls,” Robin said, smugly.

Dustin looked back and forth between them. “Is that what you meant by not being her type?”

“Yup!” Steve said. “She likes boobies. Personally, I like boobies and dicks. Though not on the same person.” He paused for a second. “No. I take that back. That does sound hot.”

Dustin scoffed. “I’m willing to believe she’s a lesbian.” He pointed at Robin “But there is no way in hell that you like dudes. You’re the ladies man. The original.”

Steve laughed. “I think Harrison Ford or Tom Cruise might disagree with you there.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. How many girls have you dated?”

Steve tried counting but the number kept changing. “I guess it depends on what you consider to be dating. Two or more dates? Probably in the range of six or seven. If you include just one offs where either her or I didn’t pursue the relationship past the first date it would be closer to eleven or twelve.” He wasn’t going to bring up one night stands. He didn’t want to break the kid.

Dustin nodded as if he had been proven right. “And how many dates have you gone on with dudes?”

Steve boggled. “You do realize that dating one’s gender is frowned on and there is an epidemic going on where it’s hitting almost exclusively gay men? It was hard to find gay boys before that shit and now the pool has shrunk by a lot.”

Dustin just shrugged. “All I’m hearing is that you’ve never dated a man. So how do you know you like them?”

Steve put his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes skyward. This kid.

“Just because I haven’t dated a boy doesn’t mean I haven’t kissed them, Dustin.”

Both Robin and Dustin turned to him in shock.

“You have?” Robin asked.

“Yes,” Steve hissed. “And no, I’m not telling you who. I don’t kiss and tell.”

Dustin bit his lip. “You really like dudes?”

Steve threw his arms in the air. “Yes!”

Dustin rubbed his hands together. “That just opens up the possibilities for dates!”

Steve just groaned.

*

One Week Before

Steve was doing his least favorite favorite chore. He hated taking the brats to Hellfire because they were little shits. Because he loved it because it meant that he got to see Eddie.

Dustin was sitting behind the driver’s seat kicking Steve in the back. “You know Eddie’s gay, right?”

Steve sighed and glared at him through the rearview mirror. “We don’t out other people without their permission, dude. Not ever.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying...”

“I know exactly what you’re saying,” Steve growled, “and I’m saying we don’t out people until they’re ready to come out.” He fought really hard not to look at the boy in the front passenger seat, to avoid doing what he just told Dustin not to do.

“I’m gay...” Will whispered.

Steve sighed. Looks like they were going to be a little late to D&D today. He pulled into a parking lot and parked.

“Thanks for saying something,” Steve said softly. “But you didn’t have to.”

“I’ve known for awhile,” Mike said softly.

Lucas nodded. “I might have not have known for sure, but yeah. That makes sense.”

Dustin frowned. “How the hell did I miss that?”

Steve turned around in the seat. “Because you’ve got a blind spot where anyone outside of the norm is concerned. Which let’s be honest, isn’t a good look for a scientist.”

Dustin pouted.

Lucas frowned. “Who else did you miss?”

Steve turned to Will with a grin. “Go ahead, tell them.”  

“Steve,” Will said softly.

Lucas and Mike started shouting protestations and Steve just waited them out.

“How did you know, Will?” Steve asked after they had calmed down enough to be heard over.

Will blushed. “I saw the way you acted around Jonathan and I suspected. But then I saw how you acted around Eddie and I knew.”

“It’s a problem I have to be sure,” Steve said. “Crushing on both sides of a couple. Not...as a...not like that.”

“Not as a threesome?” Lucas clarified.

Steve nodded, deeply embarrassed. “But separately. So yeah. I had a crush on Tommy H and Carol. Nancy and Jonathan. But I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of all that. I don’t have crushes on any of them anymore.”

Mike folded his arms and pouted but Lucas looked thought for a minute.

“Yeah, I think that makes sense,” he said. “I can see it.”

Steve smiled at him and mouthed ‘thank you’. “All right, now that we’ve survived both of those bombshells, let’s get you to your nerd game.”

The kids had almost gotten to the door when Dustin stopped. He said something to the others before he came dashing back to the car.

“Will said Eddie!” he cried gleefully. “You have a crush on Eddie!”

Steve rolled down the window and hissed, “Shut up or he’ll hear you!”

Dustin jumped up and down. “It would be sooo cool if both of my dads start dating each other.”

Steve shook his head. “We’re just good friends, don’t meddle with that. If I think I’ve got a chance, you know I’ll go for it. But until then you stay out of it.”

Dustin nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

Part 3 Part 4

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worth it | eddie munson

word count: 3721

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: the aftermath of eddie's attempted confession.

warnings: light swearing, angst, fluff, sad eddie deserves its own warning just cause, pining

notes: im sorry this took so long to get out, i caught the flu and then had friends visiting so its been an eventful month but the long awaited part two to my last eddie fic!! as always, not edited so all mistakes are my own.

part one

library

stranger things bookshelf

A week. An entire week has passed since that night, and Eddie could still feel the way his heart split in two when you told him to leave. He didn't understand, and you never gave him the chance to understand. 

Each time he tried to reach out to you, he was met with silence. Whenever he saw you, you turned the other way. You literally ran from him, and he didn't know how to handle it.

He walked into Family Video, knowing you would be starting your shift soon, and was hit with nerves. He didn’t know what he would even say; he just knew he needed to see you. You were there for him during the worst moments of his life, and he was there for you. You were best friends, and he wasn't going to let some stupid feelings ruin that. 

He couldn't handle it if he lost you.

The bell rang over his head when he walked into the store, and he looked around to see if you had arrived for your shift yet. But he didn't see you. “Hey, Munson,” Robin greets from her spot behind the counter. 

“Hey,” He mumbled, leaning against the counter. 

“Just hey? Normally by now, you're asking if I have a new movie recommendation, so what's wrong?” Robin stands up straight, crossing her arms over her chest. Eddie internally curses the woman for how well she knows him.

He shook his head and leaned against the counter. “Do you?” 

Robin nods. “I think you're gonna like it– wait! Don't change the subject.” 

“I’m not.” He shrugs, picking up the tape sitting on the counter, reading the title; Pretty in Pink. One of your favorite movies. He only sat through it because you loved it. 

Robin’s eyes settle into a glare, snatching the tape out of his hand, “what happened?”

“Nothing! I'm tired.” He lies, crossing his arms. He walks away from the counter, going to the New Releases section in hopes that she'll drop it, but she doesn't. Instead, she follows him around. “Robin!” He shouts, his annoyance getting the better of him.

“Eddie!” Robin shouts back, earning a glare from a nearby customer, but she couldn't care less. “Did something happen with Y/N? Because she's been acting weird all week.”

Eddie sighs, knowing he now has no choice but to tell her. If he didn't, she was just gonna pester him more or force you to tell her. Either way, Robin would find out. “We…I went over last week to finally tell her, but I didn't. I got so close to saying it, but my impulse took over, and I kissed her. We ended up sleeping together… and everything was great until after. She basically kicked me out and has been avoiding me.” He explained, his heart sinking when he thought back to that night. 

He had begun to open his mouth to finally tell you how he felt when you told him to go. His heart broke at that moment, and he didn't have the energy to do anything but listen to you and leave. 

He didn't let many things get to him, but this was you. He needed you. You were his anchor, and he couldn't imagine not having you by his side.

He didn't know how to fix this, and it hurt. It hurt like hell.

“Wait, wait, I thought maybe it was because she told you about Bryan, but you slept together?! Oh, man! This is- this is insane.” 

Eddie furrows his brows. “Bryan? What about him?” Robin’s mouth fell open, and she was, for once, speechless. “Is she going out with Bryan?”

He could feel his heart crack like it did after you kicked him out. 

“I mean– well, she– and he…uh…yes?” Robin cringed and rubbed her hands together nervously. She hadn’t meant to mention the Jason thing since you wanted to be the one to tell Eddie. “Okay, uh… look, I don’t really know what’s going on there. All I know is that he asked her out, and she said yes, but if the two of you…slept together, then something had to have changed, right?” 

Eddie nodded slowly, picking up a random movie. “Right. Ring me up for this? I need to get going.” He makes his way back to the counter, ignoring the ache in his chest and the burning behind his eyes.

It takes a couple of minutes before Robin finishes ringing him up before he realizes the movie he grabbed was Pretty in Pink. He chuckles to himself, mentally hating himself for not realizing sooner. And Robin for not telling him. He turns to leave, halting in his tracks when he sees Bryan pull up, and you climb out of his passenger seat. 

What the fuck?

He could only hope that his eyes were deceiving him, but he knew better. He knew that was wishful thinking. He hears Robin gasp softly behind me, and he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. He knew that you and Bryan were close due to the number of classes you shared throughout the years and being neighbors, but he didn't think you were that close.

“Well…that tells me where she was last night,” Robin mumbles, and Eddie fights back the urge to scream. 

You walk through the door, the bell ringing above your head, with Bryan following close behind. “Thank you for the ride. I'll see you tonight?” You look back at him, and Eddie feels his heart sink. He forces himself to look away, he can't do it. He couldn't see you with someone else. Not after everything.

“I gotta go. I'll see you around, Buckley.” He smiles in appreciation and grabs the movie from the counter, brushing past you and Bryan, ignoring the stabbing pain he feels in his chest. He hated this feeling, and he wanted it to be over already.

“Eddie? Hey, where are you going?” You ask before he has the chance to make his escape.

“Home. I got what I came for.” He forces himself to answer while he pushes the door open and exits the store, not wanting to be in your presence any longer. He would deal with it later but right now? Right now, he wanted to wallow in self-pity, and no one but him needed to know how badly his heart was breaking.

He makes it to his van before he hears your voice shouting his name and your feet falling on the ground as you run to catch up with him. “Eddie, I've been meaning to call you….” He doesn't turn around or even acknowledge you. He didn't want to. “Wait, please. What's wrong?”

You. You were what's wrong, but he couldn't say that. So, instead, he unlocks the van and forces himself to look at you. “Nothing. I remembered I asked Dustin for help in a campaign.” He lies, pulling open the door of the van. He throws the tape into the passenger seat, not caring where it landed and turns to look at you again, which turns out to be a mistake. You were wearing Bryan’s jacket, and he felt his heart crack a little more. He felt sick. He felt like he could throw up. “I gotta go.” He doesn't wait for a response as he hops into the van. 

Shoving the key into the ignition and starts the van, ignoring the urge to slam his hands against the wheel in frustration and pull out, not looking back at you.

You stood in the parking lot watching as Eddie drove away with a sinking feeling in your stomach. You messed up, and you knew it. You shouldn't have gone out with Bryan, not after what happened, but you did. You couldn't explain why. Maybe it was to forget what happened. Maybe it was to avoid Eddie at all costs. Maybe it was because you wanted to see if you could feel that way with someone else. Either way, you hated yourself for doing it.

Eddie was your best friend. He stuck by you when you needed him most. He never left your side. You’ve been best friends since you were kids. He was the only constant in your life. Everyone else either abandoned you or died.

It’s likely that was what made you kick him out. You panicked, asked him to leave, and ignored him for a week like nothing had happened. You knew it was messed up, but you didn't know what else you could do. 

Walking back into the store, you slipped off Bryan’s jacket and held it out to him. He took it back with a smile, thanks, and a promise to see you later before he took his leave. It was silent for a moment, hugging your arms close to your body as you watched him pull away with a sinking stomach. You felt a presence behind you, and you didn’t have to turn to know who it was. 

“You messed up.” Is all she had to say. You and Robin had been friends for nearly ten years, having met when the two of you were alone at the playground. She knew you almost as well as Eddie did. He would always know you better. 

“I know!” You throw your head back with a frustrated groan. 

“Like I love you, and you’re my best friend, but you royally fucked up. You have a lot of making up to do, like a lot. I don’t even wanna know what was going through your head when you said yes to Bryan, especially after finding out Eddie returned your feelings! I would’ve assumed you would have been fucking like rabbits, but no! Instead, you’re ignoring each other and-” 

You were thankful that there were no customers to witness Robin’s ramble about how you messed up. “Robs. please! J know I messed up, but I’m scared, okay? I’m terrified that if we do anything about it, then we’re going to ruin a lifetime of friendship. I just… I don’t know what to do, but I can’t lose him.” 

“Tell Bryan you aren’t interested and talk to Eddie,” Robin suggests, shrugging her shoulders like it was obvious. 

“But Bryan is so sweet.” 

Robin goes straight-faced, looking at you like you are an idiot. “But you love Eddie! I mean, last I checked, you did.” 

You rounded the counter, lifting yourself up onto the surface, crossing your ankles over each other. “I do love him. Eddie is everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner, but I don’t know. I’ve been in love with him for years and dated nobody. Well, that’s not true; I dated Jason Carver, but that only lasted a few weeks, and I couldn’t stand him. I don’t know, maybe I need to move on.” 

“Are you joking? Seriously, are you? Eddie basically told you he loved you, and you took that as a sign to move on? I love you, but no, don’t be so goddamn stupid.” 

“Robin!” 

“No, I'm being completely serious right now. Don't hurt him like that because you're scared or whatever. He doesn't deserve that. And Bryan doesn't need to be led on.” You knew Robin was right, but you remained unsure. “I see what’s going through your head right now, and don’t do it. Don’t mess with your best friend’s feelings or Bryan’s. You’re smarter than that.” 

You chewed on your bottom lip and hopped down from the counter. You knew Robin would have your head on a stick if you didn’t listen, and she was right. Everything she said was right. Eddie loved you back, and here you were going on dates with another guy only a week after everything and acting like it never happened. He didn’t deserve that. And Bryan didn’t deserve to be led on either. Neither of them did. They both deserved better. 

You were in love with Steve, and that feeling wasn’t going away any time soon. A smile forces itself onto your lips at the memory of that night. You felt your face heat up when you remembered the way you moaned when you first felt his lips on yours. His lips were chapped, but it didn’t take away from how good they felt. You remembered the way your body reacted at the feel of his hands on you, and while you’ve felt his touch before, that was different. It was a good difference and still made your whole body shiver. 

You felt like you were floating when kissing Eddie and when you were connected to him in a way you have only ever imagined late at night with just your hand to keep your company, but then reality came crashing down on you, and you panicked. Now, you need to fix everything. You wanted Eddie, and it’s always been him. 

He made you feel like you were the only girl in the world, and whenever you were together, you felt like you could breathe again. Whenever you were with him, you felt like everything was going to be okay. He made you laugh more than you do with anyone else, and he never left you when your depression took over. He took care of you and made sure you still ate and showered despite your reluctance to get out of bed, and you only grew to love him more because of him.

“So, like, I know you’re the only other person here, but I need to find Eddie…” 

“Wha- No, no. Steve won’t come back, and it gets crazy in here towards the end of the day, don’t you dare leave.” Robin glares. 

“Robin…” 

“No, I’m glad you got your head out of your ass, but you aren’t going anywhere.” 

“Fine.” You pouted and leaned against the counter, watching the clock, praying that time would go faster so you could talk to Eddie. 

Bryan had picked you and Robin up as promised and drove the two of you back to your house. Nobody uttered a single word to each other throughout the ride. He pulls into your driveway, and Robin is quick to climb out of the door like her life depended on it and waits for you by the door. 

“You okay?” Bryan asks, leaning back in his seat. 

You nodded. “I’m okay. I need to tell you something because you deserve to know, but I don’t know how to say it.” 

“Does it have anything to do with that guy from earlier? Eddie?” 

“I- How did you know?” 

“I may not be the smartest of the bunch, but I’m not an idiot.” Bryan teases and takes his hand off the wheel to rest on his lap. “Plus, when you ran out after him earlier was kind of a dead giveaway.” 

Picking at the hem of your shorts, you let out a sigh. “I’m sorry. I do like you, it’s just that it’s Eddie. My best friend who happens to be everything I want in a partner.”

Bryan smiles softly. “It’s okay. I get it. Now, get outta here and go get him.” 

“You really are the best.” You lean over the center console and press your lips to his cheek before hopping out of the van and towards your car, fumbling with the bag to pull the keys. “Robin! Go inside and call Steve. I’m going to find Eddie.” You shouted to your other best friend, quickly getting into your car. 

You drove towards Dustin’s, hoping he actually went there. While pulling into his driveway, you didn’t see Eddie’s van, but you were already here and figured you’d give it a shot. Climbing out of the car, you walk up to the door and ring the doorbell, waiting patiently for it to open. 

While waiting for the door to open, if anyone was there, you crossed your arms over your chest and thought about what you would say once you found Eddie. You had no excuse as to why you acted the way you did other than the fact that you were scared. You knew it hurt him, but you were scared. He was your best friend, and you didn’t want to risk anything; it’s why you never confessed through all the years. 

“He left an hour ago,” Dustin says the second he pulls open the door and realized it was you. “You screwed up, you do know that?” 

“Yes, I know. Where’d he go?” 

“Home. Now, go fix his heart.” Dustin slams the door, and you jump in surprise. 

Getting back into your car, you grab the wheel and throw your head forward with a loud scream in frustration. Your forehead hit the horn, and your head shot up, looking around nervously. You’ve seen people do that in movies and always found it to be a stupid thing to do accidentally because who in their right mind would hit their head against the wheel? Oh, right, you would and did. 

You pulled out of the Henderson driveway and towards Eddie’s trailer, your heart hammering against your chest. Turning up your radio, a song you recognized as one by Paul Anka came through your speakers, and you laughed at the irony. 

It wasn’t a long drive to Eddie’s from Dustin’s, but it was long enough to give you the chance to overthink what you were doing. You didn’t want to put your friendship at risk if you ended up dating and breaking up. Would it be worth it if you lost him in the run? You didn’t have an answer for that, and it did more than scare you. It broke you. 

You couldn’t lose him. You didn’t want to imagine life without him because you didn’t want to live that life. You didn’t want to even think of the possibility that there could be a life without Eddie Munson. You couldn’t even think about it without your heart split down the middle. You needed him in your life. Losing him would break you. 

You finally reached his trailer and got out of the car. You figured that he must’ve been this nervous when he showed up at your house, and you hated yourself a little more. 

Knocking on the door, you bit your lip and let out a deep breath. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest, your hands were sweaty, and the hair that touched your neck felt like it was coated in sweat and sticking to your skin. You thought you could throw up from the anxiety you felt. 

“Sweetheart?” 

Your heart sank. Even after you hurt him, he still used the nickname. 

“I’m sorry.” You blurt, pushing yourself into the apartment and pacing around the living room. “I screwed up, and I’m sorry, but I panicked, okay? You…we did the thing I could only ever fantasize about, and when I realized that it wasn’t all in my head, I freaked. When you kissed me, I felt like I was floating, and I couldn’t believe it. You’re everything I ever wanted in somebody, and you’re my best friend, and I’m scared of losing you. I don’t want to risk it because losing you is something I don’t even consider an option because how can I? You’re you, and you’re amazing. So, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for going on that stupid date with Bryan when I should have been on one with you.” You rushed out, biting back tears, your chest heaving from the lack of air. 

Eddie stared at you like a deer caught in headlights. The door was now shut, but he still stood by it, his eyes wide. “Sweetheart-” 

“I know I messed up, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, but the idea of losing you scares me to death. We’ve been in a lot of situations where we fought, but we always found our way back to each other, and I don’t know what I would do if it didn’t happen this time. I love you more than anything, and I can’t imagine a life where I don’t have you. It would break me. I don’t want to risk this. I don’t want to lose you if we end up breaking up because I would rather have you as my friend than not have you at all.” 

Eddie takes a quick stride over to me, his hands instantly finding their way underneath your jaw, holding your head still. “Listen to me, you won’t lose me, okay? Never. And if that’s all you’re worried about, it’s okay because I am too. You mean everything to me, and I can’t imagine living my life without you by my side. If you would rather just be friends, then we can do that, but I won’t act like it wouldn’t be the hardest thing in the world.” He looked at you with a love in his eyes that you’d never noticed before, and it made you melt. “I love you, and I will do anything to be in your life, even if it means that I can’t hold you or kiss you or call you mine as much as I want, but I’ll do it.” 

Scrunching your nose, you let out a breathy chuckle. “I want to be with you, Eds, but if I lose you, I swear to God.” 

“You won’t. I’ll make this risk worth it.” He leans closer and lays his forehead on yours. Your eyes flickered down to look at his lips, but he didn’t want that. “Hey, look at me.” You pull your gaze away from his mouth and lock your eyes with his. “You won’t lose me because I’m not letting you go.” 

“Promise me?” You sniffed, blinking back tears. 

“I promise to make this risk worth it and never let you go.’ He hovers his lips over yours, refusing to press them together. “Tell me you love me.” 

“I love you, Eddie.” You whisper, allowing a single tear to fall down your cheek. 

Eddie exhales a chuckle, a smile painting his face. “Good.” He finally presses their lips together, earning a low whimper from you. You loved the feeling of his lips on yours. They were chapped but soft. He tasted like cigarettes and beer, which wasn’t the best combination, but you loved it because it was him. And you loved him for everything he was. 

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[airplanned]

Castletown Academy 2

Zelda produces an overwhelming amount of legal paperwork to make this happen.

--

Zelda passed a thick binder across the table at the coffee shop.  "The first section is my proposed prenuptial agreement--it should be straight forward, since we will not have any joint marital assets.  The second section is a lease for the mother-in-law unit behind my house.  It's set up like a rental unit, so it's self contained.  I've never used it for anything other than storage.  You'll be able to have privacy and autonomy while we share a mailing address.  It will also be easy to car pool.  I don't expect rent, but you would be responsible for your utilities."

Link's eyebrows hiked as he looked over the pictures she'd put in at the back.  His friend leaned in over his shoulder to look too.  Supposedly, this man was a lawyer, but it was clear from the look on his face that he had not been prepared for the full force of Zelda's paperwork.  The man had a bushy mustache, spoke even less than Link did, and looked as if he might start sweating.

Maybe this was a bit overkill.  Maybe this was a bad first impression on Link's friend.

She hurried to say, "The details are in there.  You can come and look at it first, of course.  The lease is a formality, just to protect us both if things go wrong.  If there's anything in there you would like adjusted--"

"You don't want rent?" Link asked.

Oh.  "You're going to be my husband.  That would be strange."

He snorted and then tried to act like it was a cough.  The friend hummed.

"The next section is a draft of an addendum I'll be adding to my will once we're married.  It will set up a trust fund for Flora to use for school in the case of my death."

Link nodded, but the lawyer hummed again in disapproval.

Zelda was about to bristle and explain that they had an understanding, but Link cut in first.  "I don't need to be in her will."

"Okay," he said.  Then, "Most husbands are in their wives' wills."

"We're doing things differently."

"Okay," he said.  Then, "Just seems kinda weird."

Link rolled his eyes.  "You knew your wife for two weeks before you proposed."

The man shrugged.  "Knew her last name before I did."

"That's--"

"And now I get to kiss on her."

"Do you have anything helpful to add?" Link asked.

"...Nope."

"Okay then."

"...Just seems like a bad idea."

"Your official lawyer advice is that it seems like a bad idea?"

"...No, that's friend advice.  I'll have to read first to give you lawyer advice."

"That's--Great.  Thanks, Hudson."

The lawyer friend nodded and hummed to tell Link he was welcome.

Link's eyes darted up to hers in apology, and she bit her lip and took a deep breath.

"The last section is information that might be useful about me and Ralphie.  Contact information for his doctor and baby sitters and piano teacher.  He's allergic to amoxicillin.  That kind of thing."

"Oh, that's a good idea," Link said.  "I should type something up about me and--"

He flipped to the section, and his words died in his mouth.

Yes, she had definitely gone overboard.  But it all seemed like things he would need to know if he became a part of their lives.  Overviews of their schedules--when she left for work and what day Ralphie had therapy and how he was expected to do homework and piano before he played any video games.  Some house rules.  Some information about what she did for a living, which people tended to not understand.  A family tree in case one of her cousins dropped by.  Information about the house.  Medical histories.  Some background information about where she grew up and went to college and work history (Goddesses, it looked like a resume).  Some background about Ralphie's anxiety and the timeline she'd drawn up about the bullying he'd faced at school.  A copy of the restraining order they have against Ralphie's father and a copy of the paperwork terminating parental rights.

Her whole life laid bare and handed over to someone she barely knew.

And it was a lot.

She cleared her throat.  "I--"

The lawyer leaned in again to read over Link's shoulder, and Link flipped to the front of the binder, popped open the metal rings, and removed the sections the lawyer would need to look over.  He took the papers, and Link closed the notebook, quietly protecting her privacy.

"Are you okay with getting married at town hall?" he asked.  "We could do a party later.  A temple service if--"

She hurriedly agreed, "Town hall is fine.  I think the children should be there, but beyond that..."

"Exactly.  I have a black suit and Flora has a pink dress and a green dress.  They're from Malo Mart.  The dresses, not the suit.  But I can get us something nicer, if you want."

"I'm sure they're cute.  Ralphie has a button up shirt and a bow tie."

"That sounds adorable."

"It is."

"Flowers?" he asked.  "I can get flowers."

"Do you want to get flowers?"

"Yeah.  What's your favorite kind?"  He'd had a note pad in front of him the whole time, but he had yet to write anything down.  Now he reached for his pen.

"Silent princesses," she said.

He nodded, writing it down. "Do you want to go eat afterwards?  There's that Tabanthan place nearby.  The food is really good.  It's nice. But not so nice the kids couldn't come."

"That would be excellent."

"Would Friday work for you?  We could go after I pick up Flora from school."

"About 4:30?  That sounds good as long as all the contracts are signed by then."

Link turned to his lawyer friend, who shrugged.  "I'll see what I can do."

"Good."  

Link pulled a folded sheet of paper from the back of his note pad, but hesitated before handing it over.  "These are some ring designs I thought were nice, but now...maybe I should read your packet and see if I can find something that's more you?"  The tips of his ears pinkened as he passed it across. 

"You don't have to--"

The perfect ring looked up at her.  One round diamond with two little ones on either side set flush in a simple band.

There were eight other rings on the page, all in a variety of styles--geometric and swirling, clunky and delicate, different cuts and different sizes, some with additional colored stones.  He was giving her options.  But he'd found the perfect one.

She lay the paper down between them and pointed.  "That one."

A smile twitched across his face, and he circled the ring in a haphazard circle with his pen.  "What's your ring size?"

"Six.  Yellow gold, please.  I do get hives with other metals."

"Gotchya.  Does tomorrow work for Flora and I to come over to see your mother-in-law suite?"

"Yes."  She shook herself and pulled out her slate to check her schedule.  "I won't be home until six."

"Is 6:30 too late?"

"Not at all."

He wanted to get her a ring.  He wanted to get flowers.  He wanted to take her to dinner.  Her heart shouldn't flutter so much.  She should put a pause on the conversation and make sure they were on the same page that there wouldn't be any romantic entanglement.

She should.  But she didn't. He was just being kind, trying to make this process as pleasant as possible.  He'd been married before, and was probably well aware that this could scarcely be called a wedding.  The rings were just to keep up pretenses with the school.  Surely, they didn't give tenants and roommates sibling benefits.

"Awesome," Link said, finishing his note to himself.  "Flora will still have another week of school after we go to the court house.  I don't want to be too disruptive, so once school's over, we can pack up the apartment and move the week after."

"I can hire movers if you'd like.  They can pack for you."

He looked up at her in confusion.  "They would...pack my stuff for me?"

"If you'd like."

He blinked at her.  "Let me think about it."

"Alright."

"Okay."

They stared at each other.

"Are we good?" he asked.

She straightened her spine and gave a relieved sigh.  "I think so."

Link smiled at her.

The lawyer friend mumbled, "Fastest wedding planning I've ever seen."

#Zelda #my fic #Castletown Academy

[zaraomarrogers]

Always And Forever - 16

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem! reader

Warning: Angst, little bit fluff

“Careful bubba! We don’t want to get a boo boo.” Steve was fishing for the keys in his jean jacket pocket while also keeping an eye on Malcolm who was trying to climb up the fence of the front yard.

“C’mon, let’s go in.” He hollered picking the Walmart bag up from the doorstep containing ice cream and Malcolm’s puzzle games. Malcolm ran straight into the house laughing and saying I win I win making Steve smile brightly towards his little firecracker.

“Daddy, I wana eat ice cweam.”

“Yes, we’re gonna have ice cream, but, first we eat dinner.” Steve put him down on the kitchen floor after washing his hands in the sink.

“Nooooo, I wana eat ice cweam now.” Malcolm whined.

“Bubba, mama made noodles and meat balls for us. You love meat balls.” Steve reasoned, putting the food container in microwave to reheat it. Y/n packed food for both of them.

“But I wana eat ice cweam.” Malcolm pouted, wrapping his small arms around Steve’s thigh.

“Yeah, after dinner you can eat ice cream. I just told you that.” Steve ruffled Malcolm’s dark blond silky hair.

“Up.” Malcolm raised his arms upwards towards Steve. He immediately picked him up, welcoming the warmth from his son’s hug.

“When mama be back?” Malcolm nuzzled his face in Steve’s neck and yawned.

“She’ll be back very soon… and going to be very happy when she’d see that you finished all your dinner…” Steve gently rubbed his back. He knew that Malcolm had started to miss Y/n. He brought him to his house yesterday afternoon knowing that Y/n had a date with Andy the other day.

“Bubba, you wana talk to Grandma? Tell her about your day?” Steve tried to distract him.

Malcolm nodded and Steve dialed Sarah’s number placing the phone on dining table against the vase and sitting Malcolm on the chair.

“Honey?” Sarah answered the video call.

“Hi Gwandma!” Malcolm said shyly. He looked towards Steve who came to sit beside him after placing the plates and fork on the table.

“My love! Mal, how are you?” Sarah exclaimed with joy.

“Good. Daddy and I went to ‘ewseum… and… and gwandma, I pwayed with wooden toys…” Malcolm paused for a moment, trying to remember the things he saw at the Boston’s Children Museum.

Steve put the Rubbermaid food containers on the table and started serving the noodles and meat balls on their plates.

“Bubba, you also need to eat. It smells delicious.” Steve cut the meatball in half for Malcolm and poked it on the fork for him as well, while the little boy animatedly continued telling Sarah about his fun experience at the museum.

“He’s just like Y/n.” Sarah cooed, going all heart eyes for his grandson. Steve faked a frown and leaned in to look a closer look at his son, “Nah ah! I don’t think so.” He said with a mouth full of salad.

“He got his looks from you but everything else is Y/n.”

“No wonder I love that woman so much.” he said cockily.

“Oh hush, you boy! you are lucky to have ‘em both.” 

“That I am.” Steve whispered, smiling.

“I finish my pwate, daddy. Now, ice cweam time.” Malcolm exclaimed with excitement. Sarah and Steve shared a laugh as he got up to bring the ice cream tub and bowls for them.

“Gwandma, I’m tuwning fouw in two weeks.” Malcom excitedly told Sarah by showing his four small fingers and counting them. “Mama said, I cewebwate my biwthday in daddy’s house…” Steve came to sit beside him on his chair, putting a bowl of ice cream in front of Malcom. “Yayyy ice cweam, ice cweam…” Malcolm took a spoon full in his mouth.

“Slow down, Mal.” Steve cleaned the sides of his mouth and nose with the napkin.

Sarah awed looking at Malcolm, “Mal, honey, have you decided what cake do you want for your birthday?”

“Buzz Wightyeaw… Mama says Gwandma’s going to make the cake.”

“Wait what? When did that happen? Why did I not know about that?” Steve was surprised to get the information from his son. Malcolm just shrugged his shoulders and indulged himself in his ice cream.

“Y/n called me the other day and told me about her plan. I can’t wait to make it happen.” Sarah told him with a smile.

“She’s very sneaky, damn.” Steve muttered, earning hey from his Ma.

“Gwandma, ‘m gonna be in kindew’gawten when I turn fouw. Mama said she’s buy me new spide’man bagpack… and a wunch bag…”

“My love’s gonna be a big boy, I’m so happy Mal. I’m so proud of you.” Sarah was going gaga over her grandson, barely containing the happy tears.

“Y’now gwandma, I can wwite my name too.”

“Oh wow! That’s wonderful! Your teacher taught you how to write your name?”

“Nope! Mama did.” Malcolm said, now bouncing on Steve’s lap.

“Oh hun, your mama is the best.”

“Daddy’s too.”

Steve’s chest swelled with love and adoration for his son, “How about we get ready for the bed, bubba?” he ruffled his hair lightly.

Malcolm shook his head, “Not tired, daddy.”

“Okay, five more minutes buddy. I’m so tired.” Steve faked a yawn. “Grandma’s tired too. We’re gonna go, get some sleep.”

“… but I wana talk to Gwandma.” Malcolm pouted.

“You can talk to her in the morning.”

“But daddy…” Malcolm looked at him with those eyes of his and Steve found his resolve shaking.

“Okay bubba.” He kissed him on the forehead and got up to put away the dinner dishes in the sink. While he rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, Malcolm kept exchanging stories with Sarah, who was telling him Steve’s childhood stories and happily answering Malcolm’s questions. Half an hour had passed and when Malcolm was completely satisfied that Sarah would be there on his birthday with her baked delights, he finally let Steve help him with changing clothes and brushing his teeth.

“I wove Gwandma.” Malcolm said, snuggling into Steve’s chest as they lay down on Malcolm’s bed. Steve gently rubbed his back.

“I love her too.” Steve smiled.

It took Steve another forty-five minutes to finally put him to sleep. He stayed there with Malcolm still lying on his chest, checking his phone for any text from Y/n. It was unusual for her not to check in on Malcolm. Steve shook the thoughts away, trying to keep his focus on making his son’s birthday memorable for him. He gently moved himself away from Malcolm, placing pillows on the side of bed. As he got up and stretched, checking his phone again he walked to his bedroom which was adjacent to Malcolm’s room and changed into his old college sweatshirt and gym shorts, he took his laptop and came downstairs in the living room to work on some finance reports. Before getting comfy on the couch, he turned off the all the lights except for the floor lamp in the corner of the room. He peaked out from the windows before closing off the shutters, it was raining so hard that for a moment his hand involuntarily reached into his pocket for his phone, to dial Y/n’s number and ask if she was okay, but he rejected the thought immediately.

He came to sit on the couch and started working on the file while also taking a sip of his beer, totally indulging himself in work. A loud knock on the door startled him, with a frown he checked the time on his phone, it was quarter after 9. He wasn’t expecting to see Y/n all soaked in rain, shivering fervently as she had her arms wrapped around herself to keep herself from shaking. Her face flushed, red swollen eyes and tears were mixed with rain drops.

“Shit! Y/n!” Steve opened the door wide for her. But as she took a shaky step inside, her feet gave away her weight and before she'd land on the floor on her face, she felt herself in a warm embrace, protected by two strong arms on either side of her.

“St-e-e- Steve…” A sob escaped her lips, barely audible.

“Y/n? what happened?”

 “You’re scaring me, sweetheart.”

 “Did he do something?”

 “That son of a bitch!”

 “Please tell me.”

 “You’re safe. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

 “Please Y/n! I’ve got you. I swear I will make him regret everything.”

Steve was trying to calm her down, but it was as if whatever he was saying had fallen on deaf ears. She was still vehemently sobbing in his chest, her weeping caused her whole body to shake, and Steve tightened his arms around her still damp form. Another few minutes had passed, Steve tried to get her to talk but when she still didn’t stop crying, Steve gathered her up in bridal style and climbed up the stairs towards his ensuite bathroom. Gently making her sit on the edge of the bathtub, he looked at her face and his heart clenched.

“Y/n, I’m drawing a hot bath for you. I need you to strip down your wet clothes.” His voice was gentle, full of love and Y/n looked up to see him with tears still brimming in her eyes. She nodded and took Steve’s hand that he was holding out for her. When he was sure that Y/n held herself firmly on her feet, he moved to run the hot water in the tub, putting a lime, cedar wood and lavender bath bomb in the tub he turned around to see her undressing herself. He averted his longing gaze down on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

“I’ll give you some time to relax.” He told her, his back still towards her, “I’ll be right outside.”

“Please don’t leave…” He heard her hoarse voice.

“Y/n…” He softly said, trying to find suitable words that wouldn’t make them awkward around each other.

“Please Steve…” The slight tremor in her voice made him turn around to see her standing in front of him completely naked. He couldn’t keep his eyes from roaming her beautiful body that had gone through changes in a prepossessing way. She was more alluring now. As his eyes finally investigated her red puffy ones, he started working on his clothes. He felt her widened gaze on his naked tattooed chest as he stripped down to complete bareness. He lifted his right foot to move to sit in a tub, now filled with hot water, he held his hand out for her which she took immediately. He settled in hot water, letting her sit between his legs. She was still cold; her skin was still cold enough to send a shiver through him. Her back was against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her protectively, letting the hot water relax her a bit.

“I’m here for you, you know that right? Whenever you’re ready… I’ll be here… I love you… so so much.”

She didn’t know if it was his sweet whispering in her ear, or the skin to skin that had calmed her nerves but sitting in hot water wrapped protectively in the arms of the man she had always loved with all her being, it was a revelation that how a simple touch of this man had made her feel guarded. His love had preserved her in so many ways that she could fathom. She finally let her eyes close, leaning her head on Steve’s shoulder. They sat there until the water started to get cold and he got them both up, dried them with a towel and as he handed one of his sweatshirts and sweat pant to her to put on, she whispered in a timid voice.

“She’s back.”

She didn’t like how her mother’s presence had affected her, turned her into an old version of herself, the version she had come to despise. She wasn’t frail anymore, she was self – made, independent woman and a mother, there was no way she could be feeble and enervated. She didn’t like how scared she was when she saw her. She hated the fact that she didn’t call her out when she was manipulating her using her old tactics.

“Pardon me?” Steve pulled up his gym shorts again, now fully focused on her.

“I said my mother is here… in Boston. She came to warn me.” Y/n straightened up, looking into his eyes holding a fieriness in her gaze.

“Wait? What does that mean?” Steve frowned taking a step toward her.

“Apparently, she is on a mission… mission take-you-back-to-New York….” She spat.

“Y/n… What’re you sayin’, I don’t understand.” Steve was clearly confused. Y/n heaved a deep sigh and walked out the bathroom, Steve following her.

“Mind if I join you guys?” A feminine voice Y/n would recognise anywhere, a voice that had been the reason of her nightmares.

“Hello Eleanor!” Andy rose from his seat, shaking Eleanor’s hand. “Y/n, this is Eleanor, she’s...”

Oh boy, she didn’t listen what Andy was saying. She was glued in her seat unable to move and too scared to turn around and see her mother. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, a thunderous beat that reverberated through her body matching the rhythm of her escalated panic. She clutched at her chest, fingers trembling, as if trying to keep her racing heart from leaping out of her body.

Her blood ran cold when Eleanor put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

“Aren’t you going to hug me, honey?”

When Y/n hadn’t budged, Eleanor came forward and gave her a hug. Andy didn’t miss the way Y/n flinched from her mother’s touch. Seeing her pale face, Andy tried to excuse them away, but Eleanor was brisk to ask Andy if he could leave ‘mother- daughter’ alone to catch up. Begrudgingly, Andy had left them but deep down he wasn’t sure if he had made the right decision, especially Y/n’s response after seeing Eleanor had him second guess her presence.

“I’m not here for small talk, Y/n. I don’t have time for that.” Eleanor said as they sat on a bar stool. They’d moved from the previous spot where Andy and Y/n had been sitting. Eleanor ordered herself a vodka soda.

“You’ve held Steve here by making him believe that he’s the father of your god damn child. How utterly delusional of you, Y/n!”

Even in her shell-shocked state, she registered what her mother had said, and her blood boiled with anger. But it didn’t last long. It changed into fear.

“Everything was perfect before Steve decided to stay in Boston because he found his one lost love and oh, that too with a package. What do you think Y/n? I wouldn’t find out. You’ve been doing just fine even before Steve then why’d you feel the need to ruin your sister’s life. Steve and Peggy were supposed to get married this summer…” She took a sip from her drink and continued, “… they were so happy, Steve had forgotten that you existed, and look what you did? You hijacked their happiness…”

Y/n eyes were filled with tears at her mother’s brutality, tears that she didn’t want to shed. She watched her as she told her lies about the last four happy years that Steve had spent with Peggy. She knew they were nothing but fabrications. She would never comprehend how would a mother so incapable of being kind towards her own child. Guess, she’d never had an answer to that because Eleanor really was incapacitated to basic human decency, let alone kindness or any other human emotion.

“….. but I’m here now, I’m going to fix this mess and things will go back to normal. Oh honey, what’re you gonna do without me.” Eleanor rolled her eyes. “Steve will come back to New York; he will fix his relationship with Peggy, and they’ll get married soon after. And this time if you try to mess things up Y/n, I swear I will make you regret. You need to get over a fact that Steve and you were a thing once upon a time, no one would be interested to know that you were his high school sweetheart. All they’d get to know that you had whored yourself to him that resulted in a pregnancy, and now you are blackmailing him with your child. People will only believe what I’d make them see, they won’t ask for your side of the story. Trust me Y/n, you’re nobody, with Steve’s eminent profile, you’d be known as just another woman who’d warmed his bed.”

Y/n gulped hard. The bile she tried to swallow and failed. She knew her mother was a corrupt woman. She also knew she wasn’t just threatening, she was able to do what she was saying and it could be nothing but worse. For a moment she thought if she really was no body, if she really was just another woman… but no, time had always proven her thoughts wrong. Whenever she thought that she was any less, she’d been given the best gifts of life. She had had Malcolm when she was at the lowest point in her life and her little ray of hope had been nothing but a blessing for her in so many ways. She wiped her tears and stood up gathering her purse.

“If you’re done with your bullshit, I need to go back home to my son… where he’s been taken care off by his father.” She said with newly found courage.

“I see, you’ve got tongue in that mouth of yours.” Eleanor spat. “But you’re still forgetting who’s in charge…”

“In charge of what? My life? Or my son’s life? Oh, do you mean Steve’s life?”

“Okay, listen to me you brat…” Eleanor stood up, clutching Y/n’s forearm in her painfully tight grip, “You will send Steve back to New York, because apparently he’s still under some kind of spell, or else I will make your life a living hell and your little son will be just a collateral damage… and you will have no one to blame but yourself.”

Eleanor left Y/n with a feeling of dread, panic, anxiety, and terror. She clutched at her chest, fingers trembling, as if trying to keep her racing heart from leaping out of her chest. Her limbs turned to jelly, knees buckling beneath her, as fear coursed through her veins, weakening her resolve with every passing second. Everything after that was in a mist, she couldn’t remember how her legs had carried her to Steve’s house.

Y/n sat on the edge of Steve’s king-sized bed, with her hands in her lap – fiddling. Steve was pacing the length of his room, in utter frustration.

“Fucking bitch!” he muttered under his breath.

He came to sit beside Y/n when he heard a silent whimper. “Hey, look at me sweetheart… please.” He softly took a hold of her hand and turned her to face him.

“She’s lying… don’t… please…” He didn’t know what to say to her as if he was unable to form sentences. He pulled her closer, rubbing her back in slow motion.

“I’m not worried about what she said about me… my only concern is Mal.” she said in a low voice, looking sadly into Steve’s eyes. “She won’t hesitate in dragging him in the middle of our mess.”

“This is my mess. I dragged you and Mal into this and I’m so sorry for that.” Steve gulped hard. “But I promise you I won’t let anything happen to you and Mal. I promise you, Y/n.”

“Steve… may be… maybe you should g- “

“Please don’t finish the sentence. Please don’t!” Steve pleaded. He knew what she was about to ask him to do. “Please don’t ask me to leave. Please.” His bottom lip trembled as he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. “I’d leave, if that’s what you’d want from me I’d do it but… please Y/n, I don’t want to leave you and Mal… I can’t live without you guys… especially Mal, I won’t be able to survive Y/n… please.” He begged, breaking her heart more. She gently cupped his cheek, “Steve… Mal, I just want to protect him.”

“I know – I know, sweetheart. Just give me this one chance… to make it right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean this to happen. I-I didn’t know Eleanor would come down here… this is still a game for her… I’m sorry, it’s all because of me. If I wasn’t so blind… if I hadn’t agreed to go through with the engage – oh god! I’m such a disappointment… Ma and Buck told me, they warned me that all my decisions would come back and bite me in the ass and they were right, I just didn’t see it. Damn it! How could I be so careless, so dumb that I put my two most precious things in danger. Fuck!”

“Steve, now is not the time to blame yourself….” She wiped the few tears away from his cheeks. He’d been carrying this burden of guilt for way too long now, and it made her concerned for his well- being as well.

“Y/n, just let me handle all of this. I swear I will not let anything bad happen to our son. I promise you I will make everything okay for all of us. Please, trust me, I will.” His voice was laced with conviction.

“I trust you Stevie, it’s just my mother… I know what she is capable of…” she mumbled the latter part, earning a confused frown from Steve. “… I’m just scared of what she could do…” Her dad’s words kept ringing in her ears ever since she had come back from the dinner.

“Y/n…” Steve let out a sigh, “You’re very important to me and nothing will ever change that. I know this is tough, but you’re tougher than that. You’re not alone – I’m always here for you. And I will go hell and back to make sure that you and Malcolm are safe and happy.” He gently held her hand that was still on his cheek bringing it to his lips. He placed several feather light kisses on the palm of her hand.

“You will have me by your side Steve – let’s face whatever has yet to come together.” She whispered; Steve nodded with a sad smile. She leaned in and placed her forehead on his. Taking comfort in each other’s warmth, they stayed like that for several minutes.

“I’m sorry… for asking you to go back. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Y/n whispered, pulling away from him.

“Sshh! It’s okay. How about you get some rest, and we’ll think about everything else in the morning.”

Y/n nodded, lightly pressing her throbbing temples. She leaned into Steve again, placing her head on his shoulder. He moved to grab a bottle of Tylenol from his nightstand and handed her a tablet with a glass of water. With no protest she swallowed the red-film tablet and sighed.

“Do you wana have something to eat? I can make you some eggs.”

“No, I’m good. Thanks though.”

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed. You need a good rest.” Steve gently laid her down on his bed, tucking her underneath the covers. He climbed down beside her and pulled her closer to him.

“Start your rest Y/n. I promise you; everything will be alright.” He whispered, gently brushing his fingers in her hair. A soothing technique he knew would put her to sleep. It might be Steve’s rhythmic heartbeat, or she was just mentally and physically drained that she let sleep take over her sooner than she’d thought.

Steve remained restless throughout the night. His brain was again in overdrive, thinking through every aspect of Eleanor’s threat, ways he could protect Malcolm and Y/n not just from any harm but also from the media’s gaslighting. He knew that much that Eleanor’s go-to tactic was tampering with the private information and selling it to media. She had a habit of sensationalizing their personal lives. He looked down to see a sleeping Y/n, softly kissing her on forehead he picked his phone up from the nightstand and started typing a message. He quickly sent it to the recipient and slowly moved away trying his best not to wake Y/n up. She stirred a bit murmuring Steve but fell back to sleep when he kissed her forehead again. His phone started vibrating in his shorts pocket and without checking the ID he answered the incoming call.

“Nat, I need your help.” he said in a hushed voice as he left the bedroom and came down the stairs to take his usual spot on the living room couch.

“Wassup?! You knock someone up?” Natasha’s tone was full of humor.

“Nat, I need a favor! I can’t explain it on the phone. Would you please come down to Boston? I need to see you in person.” By Steve’s pleading tone, Nat immediately knew it was a serious matter. She had never heard him talk like that. She had known him for last four years and in all those years they’d had interactions, Steve was sharp, straightforward and an arrogant jerk, but it didn’t take her long to dig him through all the layers he had masked on for the world and to her surprise, he was the kindest person she had ever met in her entire career as a corporate lawyer for Stark Industries.

“You damn well know that I’m on my honeymoon, right?” Nat joked, “Don’t tell me you did knock her up? What was her name? Vivian? Kate?”

“This is serious Nat, this is Y/n and Malcolm. Please.” He said in an irritated voice.

“Oops!! What’s going on Steve?” she asked in her business tone.

Steve told Natasha what Y/n had told him and how they both were worried for their son. “What should I do, Nat? where should I start?” he sighed.

“How about you start with getting some sleep and I’ll work on the stuff I need to prepare. Give me two days max…” she said checking on her calendar, “I’ll see you on Tuesday, I need to get some facts checked before that. Sounds good?”

“Nat, two days… can you please make it quick?”

“Rogers! You need to relax. I know you’re worried but I can’t officially start before Monday.”

“Yeah! I know – I know… I’m sorry I’m pulling you out from your honeymoon.”

“Nope! you’re not! We’re coming back tomorrow afternoon and I’m back in office the day after, which is also happened to be Monday.”

“Thanks Nat. I really appre-“

“Ah uh! Thank me later, Rogers. I haven’t done anything yet. Just take it easy, okay. Try to have a normal, chilling Sunday with your family. Eleanor is my problem now.”

“I will try…”

“Oh, why are you so dramatic? I wonder how Y/n had been keeping up with you for this long?”

“I got lucky…” Steve rolled his eyes, finally relaxing a bit.

“Yeah, you did! BTW I’d love to see her hot boyfriend. I’ve heard good things about him.” she teased.

“Thanks for the help, Nat. bye.”

“I can smell jealousy. Oh boy, it looks good on you.” she laughed.

“Say hi to Bruce. I’ll see you on Tuesday Nat.”

“Sure, you will. Bye Steve…. And oh, go cuddle up with her while she’s there.” Steve smiled lightly at Nat’s friendly jabs lighten up his mood. She was one of the people he made friends with when he first started at Stark Industries. She’d been with the company long before he joined, technically his senior but they were almost the same age. She was adept, highly skilled, clever, and a driven lawyer. She had had a successful career. But what made Steve open to her was her quick-witted, caring, and passionate nature. He needed a friend after what had happened with Y/n and Nat became his confidant and friend as well as his lawyer.

He walked back up to his room and seeing Y/n curled up into his bed, hogging his pillow, a sudden wave of warmth spread into his whole being, made him smile softly. He quickly snuck into Malcolm’s room to check on him and came back to his bed, snuggling up with Y/n, he breathed into her scent as he closed his eyes and wait for the much needed slumber.

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Pink + White | part three

warnings/notes: strong language, italics with "quotes" = your video log of your time studying the fauna and flora of pandora, bold = song lyrics

side notes: each phase will be associated with a song, phase ones song is Pink + White by frank ocean

pink + white master list.

part two. part four

taglist: @itscheybaby @brookesbizzareadvendture @jakesully-sbabygirl @myheartfollower @inlovewithpandora

you were in your human body so you could reach small spaces jake offered to join you in the forest knowing he could protect you better than you could yourself in your human form even though you didnt want to feel babied you still let him go.

"so where are we going" you didnt look back as you responded your curly hair getting caught on a vine "fucking hell, youll see" you say as you got your hair off the vine.

jake watched you carefully to make sure you didnt get hurt at all..not that he would admit that’s why.

“there it is” your voice full of excitement as you rushed towards a plant

you bent down to get as close to the root as you could, you became hyper focused and jake knew this as you didn’t respond to him, so he took the time to examine you.

how your the sun of pandora or reflect on your brown skin making it appear almost golden to the touch, how it would reflect off your eyes making them appear golden, your coils having a reddish blond tint to it ever few strands, how your face would just glow with excitement of finding a new plant.

In the wake of a hurricane

Dark skin of a summer shade

Nosedive in the flood lines

Tall tower of milk crates

It's the same way you showed me

Cannonball off the porch side

Older kids trying off the roof.

jake didn’t realize he was staring because when he looked at you or snapped out of his day dream you were already standing waiting patiently for him “ready?” it took him a moment to register the one word “hm, oh yea let’s go.”

—

once arriving back at high camp you went straight to the lab jake watching you run off with a excited grin on your face and a quick goodbye.

“what have a gotten myself into” he said smiling and shaking his head before walking to where he keeps his guns to clean.

—

once in the lab you started running your samples norm came in asking what you had found and you told him “well the navi alreayd know what to do with it and we also know-“ “aaand as you know us humans can run more test and figure much more out, and see if there’s more useful ways to use it you know?” norm smiled “it’s always been the l/n’s you guys always know what to do” you smiled.

“well thank you, now scat i’m invested” norm laughed before he took his leave.

—

a week later you were finding out more things about the plant, ignoring your training sessions with jake every other day or two.

the kids still visited you since you always made time for them “daddy’s been bored without you” you laughed “what do you mean?” kiri laughs “he’s been grumpier than normal, always finding something to do and tells us to go play, buuut we always come here instead.”

you laughed turning around “you guys love to tease your father huh?” they all nodded tuk sat on the ground playing with toys but nodding along with her siblings.

“i’ll just have to come visit huh” they all nodded loak spoke first “yes. you can cook i don’t know what it’s called but it’s meat and it’s like- it’s like-“ “chicken?” neteyam said helping his brother “yes! that stuff dad can’t cook it’s terrible, but when you cook it’s amazing please please please come over and have dinner with us.”

you bursted out laughing at the small boy “i will if it’ll make all of you happy” they all got excited.

“tonight?” you smiled “yes tonight” you said smiling.

Just the same way you showed me (You showed)

If you could die and come back to life

Up for air from the swimming pool

You'd kneel down to the dry land

Kiss the Earth that birthed you

Gave you tools just to stay alive

And make it out when the sun is ruined

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Bedtime Stories w/ Rose

ੈ✩‧˚ Seeing Stars ‧˚ੈ✩

(Bedtime Story #2)

Good evening again my precious babies, I was able to write you all another bedtime story 💜 Remember to keep it in your likes until you’re snuggled up in your beds ready to fall asleep.

Before reading: Everything I’m about to say is real and actually happened. I’ve withheld things like certain locations and last names to be respectful to the people in the story.

If you all thought my last story was a wet sapphic dream, this next one might kill you if you’re a gamer. This is the tale of the stupid boy I let come across the country and sleep in my bed for two weeks. I must warn you, the beginning is much nicer than how it turns out.

~'*•.¸♡¸.•*'.・。゜✭・.・✫・。.'*•.¸♡¸.•*'~

Please look up the song “New Dork Pity” by Small Talks/Cayley Spivey.

The first video game console I ever owned was a Nintendo 64. I loved everything about the gaming experience. I have so many memories of staying up late and playing a brand new game I just got. The smell of the box after you took off the plastic wrap, ahhh it was my favorite.

I wasn’t doing much else at some point except sitting on the couch playing Destiny. I was completely obsessed. I had loved a lot of other games before this, but something about the world it built had me hooked. It took me a long time to finally start interacting with people in the game, but one day a random player invited me to join their raid group. I almost didn’t do it, because of my experience with using a mic (my voice is very feminine, and I got harassed a lot for being a ‘gamergirl’), but I always wondered what would have happened if I turned that guy down. If I never agreed to that one thing.

Destiny raids became my life. I didn’t think I could get more obsessed.

The group of guys I got to know became some of the best friends I ever had. They were surprisingly all really nice. They would flock to defend me if anyone was rude or mean to me, and I was always the one in charge during our runs. I think about them all the time, and I know they probably think about me a lot too.

Not everyone could play all the time, one of our dudes had a wife and kids, and he was always the first to tell us he had to go. A regular occurrence during raid night was all of us sitting around sending out invites to everyone we knew so that we could get a 6th guy.

That’s how I met Gio. Or, well, we all called him Shepherd, because that was the short version of his gamertag. He was someone’s friend that was the first to reply. I didn’t think much of him at first: he was really cocky, telling everyone what to do and how we were going to run it, but he was also really good. Most of the randoms we invited were total scubs, but not Shep. He knew how to play. But he also learned quickly that I was the one who called the shots.

We’d end up running the same raid group together every week for a year straight.

I don’t have good mobility in my thumbs anymore because of how much playing I did. Shep and I were a dream team, plowing through the Trials of Osiris and getting to the lighthouse countless of times. There was a Valentine’s themed event that used the song “Just The Two Of Us” as the intro and it will forever make me think of that stupid fucking boy.

It would be getting late, and everyone else in our group would slowly start signing off. “You going to bed too, Goat?” They’d ask me. (Yes, he was my Shepherd and I was his Goat..)

I’d lie and say that I was, but Shep was doing the same thing and we would both put our status to offline and stay in the game together. We wouldn’t even play, just let our ships float in orbit as we talked to eachother. Sometimes we would run around the tower all night together while we talked about game lore.

One time we had our characters ‘pose’ in the lounge so that I could take a screenshot and “finally have a photo of us together”. His Titan and my Hunter. Even after everything you’re about to read that happens, I still have that screenshot printed out, buried deep in a box somewhere in my closet with the rest of my old memories.

It was time to stop acting like this wasn’t a relationship. We were having phone sex regularly and everyone in our group knew you couldn’t get between us.

I still hadn’t seen what he looked like, well, not really. He was very into cosplay, so any picture he sent me was him with a mask/helmet on. I got him to video chat with me once, but he hid most of his face behind the blanket the whole time.

Once I graduated high school, I had signed a work contract to be a live-in maid for a family in Germany, and I only had the summer left until I was to leave (shhh, I know, a bedtime story for another time). I was to be gone for several months, and I was afraid that Giovanni would forget about me by the time I got back. He didn’t. He told me that he thought about me everyday I was gone.

We made plans for us to see eachother. He offered to spend all of his own money to come out here. He lived in Chicago, and I lived in California.

I already had lots of experience with relationships at this point, but never with a boy. I was going to be the first girl he’d ever be with too. I wasn’t really sure what I was feeling. I didn’t want it to be like this at first, but Gio was always just…there. It just happened.

Here’s a small snipit from a journal entry I wrote two months before he was to arrive:

“What if he isn’t what I want when we’re together? What if when we first kiss I don’t feel anything? What if he is even more persistent in person? What if it’s all just me and he’s a great guy but I just don’t feel for him? What if he doesn’t like me? What if it all just falls apart?”

I always found it helpful to ask myself questions when I journal. I thought these were all stupid things to worry about at the time, but they were all so incredibly valid.

My heart was beating so fast when I parked at the airport. I walked into the baggage claim area and stood and waited to see him. Again, I had barely seen what he looked like, and when I did finally see him, I realized that I don’t think we talked about height either.

Y’all 🙈 He was one of the ugliest boys I’ve ever seen. I’m sorry. You can laugh, I give you permission to hate him. If you use the 1-10 scale then I would say he was a 2.

Even though I was a little shocked by his appearance, it was still so incredibly overwhelming to see him walking towards me. His stupid stupid fucking voice in person, I grabbed onto him and we spun around in circles in a tight hug. I was an inch taller than him, and his skinny frame was easy for me to pick up as we hugged.

When I first told my mom about Gio wanting to come visit, i don’t think I need to explain to any of you the joy my mother had on her face. Her daughter finally dating a boy?! It was a dream come true. She said he could stay with us, at our house. “But maybe we should get him a hotel the first few nights in case it doesn’t work out!”

My mother was over the moon, and i couldn’t believe she was telling me it would be okay to let him sleep at our house. I wasn’t allowed to let my girlfriends sleep over, but this random boy I met online can?

I drove him from the airport to the hotel we booked for him. We got all his things together and settled down at the foot of the bed in his room. We still hadn’t kissed yet, and I got this sensation that I should just ‘get it over with’ whether it felt like the right time or not. He was in the middle of talking about something when I suddenly leaned in and pressed my lips against him, his tongue immediately entering my mouth.

It shocked me, making me instantly slap him in the face.

It’s hard remembering my feelings back then (I blocked a lot of it out). I mostly just wanted to see how it was all going to play out. He was already here wasn’t he? So I let him stay, even though I wasn’t feeling what I wanted to feel.

I really don’t remember much after this. The next thing that makes any sense to my brain is 3 days later, he’s sleeping in the guest room of my childhood home and my heart it about to explode out of my chest as I walk downstairs to his door.

He was waiting for me. I asked him to take it out for me. This was my first up close look at a cock outside of porn, and my my, the boy was a 2 earlier but now we’ll make him a 3.

He didn’t last one minute inside me.

‘The seal was broken’ as they say and we did absolutely nothing else except have sex for the rest of the trip. My back was starting to get bedsores from just laying there as he thrusted into me for hours. He actually started to last a lot longer as the days went on, but we went through so many condoms that the trip was only a week in before we ran out.

I’ve never been so entranced. I knew that the mind can be hypnotized, but I never knew that it could happen physically. I couldn’t think, I literally couldn’t move. I would fall in and out of consciousness that i’d come to and he would still be using me.

Like I said, we ran out of condoms, and I told him we couldn’t do it anymore until we got up and went to the store.

But we didn’t go to the store. I would start to roll away and he would use his hands to bring me back. My eyes were half open as I watched him already putting it in me and asking, “Can’t I just feel you?” My mouth couldn’t work. I wanted to say no.

We had made plans to visit a nearby major city, one of the most famous cities in the world. It was my favorite place to go, and I was so excited to show him a city he’d never been. He complained the whole time, telling me how confusing all the streets were. I also wanted to show him some Tegan and Sara as we drove around, and even after telling him they were my favorite band, he told me that he “didn’t think they were anything special.” Asshole.

I remember standing with him, looking out at the ocean and trying to think of the right way to say how I felt. Should I just say it? Should I? Should I? Should I?! *this is a rApe tw*

“Gio….you know you raped me last night? You know that right?”

He looked so confused, “What? You can’t rape your girlfriend?”

Oh the anger and sadness I felt. I still needed to spend acouple more days with him, letting him fuck me as I watched the hours pass. And I don’t want to give the impression that I wasn’t enjoying it most of the time, I was, but after what he said it just changed everything.

I took him back to the airport, and as soon as I got back to my room, I just started bawling my eyes out. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. My bed still smelled like him. We still had food and drinks everywhere from our nights together. I made him leave his deodorant stick behind and I just held it to my nose as I cried myself to sleep.

Three days after he left, I snapped out of it. His lingering physical effect on my body had finally seeped out of me, and my clear head made me realize that I didn’t ever want to talk to or see that boy ever again.

I was working at a diner as a waitress during this time. I had to bring a water bottle with me and always ended up forgetting it when I left for the day. Gio made it a habit to remind me after I got off to bring it with me.

I broke up with him over the phone a week after he got home. He didn’t seem that surprised. The last thing he ever said to me was a text I got as I walked out of the diner to my car, it said, “Don’t forget your water bottle.”

I didn’t reply.

That’s the end of our story babies. I hope it wasn’t too long or sad of a read. Mommy is so glad you stuck out until the end, but it’s time for you to get some sleep. Let me know what you think in the morning 🤭

Goodnight sweethearts 💗

#rosebtstory

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Hi-Fi Rush down No Straight Roads: Fanfic Drabble: Guitar Lessons

So I really like the idea of the crossover of NSR and HFR (As seen from my last post). I wanted to post a quick little fanfic idea for it! So here it is!

Summary: Chai (Post Game) looks up guitar lessons online, so he could be able to practice more professionally. Every lesson he goes to though, each instructor cannot stand listening to his awful tuning and talkative attitude. Feeling hopeless, Chai feels like he’s never going to learn to play. That is, until Peppermint tells him that someone she knows might be able to keep up with his chaos.

“That’s it, that was the 5th one.” 

Chai throws himself onto the couch next to 808, who immediately jumps on his chest and lays down purring. Peppermint, whose in the middle of modifying her leg, looks up at him from her desk.

“Another one bailed on you?”

“Geeh, what gave it away this time?”

“You proclaiming ‘that was the 5th one’ to the world and looking like you got hit by a wave of criticism and ridicule. I dunno, I’m just guessing.”

Chai sat up and pouted at her.

“You don’t understand Pep, I’ve now been through five different instructors at this point and all of them say the same thing, it’s-”

“It’s not you, but I feel like we’re on different musical levels here, and I feel like it’d be best for you to find a new instructor.”

She made direct eye contact with him and sighed

“Am I right, or am I right?”

He groaned in frustration and slummed back down into the couch. 808 had to readjust herself once again to be able to lay down properly.

“It’s the same thing over and over, it’s either I’m tone deaf, my tuning isn’t right, I played the wrong note seven times in a row, I’m not shutting up, or I’m not feeling the music correctly. Which, how is that even possible when I literally have a music player in my freaking chest!?”

He groaned again, but then sighed sadly

“Maybe I should give up trying to learn how to play professionally, if this is all I’m gonna hear...”

Peppermint shot him a confused glace

“You? Chai? Giving up?”

“At this point, yeah. What else am I going to do?”

Peppermint got up and made her way over to Chai and grabbed him by the scarf.

“Hey, what are you- WAHH-”

She pulled him up from the couch, causing 808 to fly off him and jump back down on the floor.

“You literally took down a corporate overlord and his goonies from using a mind control program on the public just a few months ago. And now I’m hearing you give up because some music instructors said some mean things to you?”

He looked at her nervously

“I-I umm, not...exactly...M-Maybe I shouldn’t have worded it like that. I’m just being dramatic.”

He awkwardly chuckled, trying to brush off her comment. She looked at him for a second but then quickly let go of his scarf and made her way back to her desk and turned on her computer and quickly starts typing away.

“Umm...what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna help you with this myself. The Chai I know never gives up on something as miniscule as this. Plus, you moping around the hideout for the past 2 weeks is starting to get on my nerves.”

“Y-Yeah? What are you doing exactly? And....why are you pulling up your messages?”

She continued typing

“I’ll tell you in a second. I gotta see if she responds first.”

“Who are you messaging-”

“I said I’ll tell you in a second, hold on.”

Chai sighs and crosses his arms impatiently.

A few minutes later, Peppermint is getting a video call on her computer and she quickly turns on her webcam as she accepts the call. The caller from the other side hasn’t turned on their camera yet, but quickly says

“Oh! Give me a minute to turn on my camera Pep Pep!”

Chai, looking over from the side was very confused

“Pep Pep?”

He then snorts a little and whispers to Peppermint

“You let them call you Pep Pep?”

“I’m about two seconds away from ripping off your arm, then I’ll give you something to cry about.”

“O-Okay...”

The person then turns on their camera, and Chai is met face to face with a girl with blonde hair, tied up in three separate ponytails, two braids on the sides of her head, vibrant purple and violet eyes, and orangish skin.

“Pep Pep!! It’s been so long since we’ve last talked! How’s everything been? How’s your mom doing? How’s the company doing?”

Peppermint laughed a little

“Everything’s fine Mayday. Mom’s doing good too. I’m sorry it took so long to reach back out to you, been working on a bunch of different projects.”

Mayday laughed

“You were always one to throw yourself into your projects, Pep Pep.”

“Same can be said about your music, May. Speaking of which, how’s that going for you?”

“Still decent, me and Zuke just did a gig a few nights back and it went pretty well!”

Mayday then directed her attention to Chai

“By the way, whose that? He’s just kinda standing there.”

Peppermint sighed

“Oh, sorry. This is my friend, Chai. He’s a idiot who can’t introduce himself properly.”

Chai whipped his head towards her

“Rude much!!”

Mayday giggled

“He seems fun! A little awkward, but fun!”

Peppermint sighed

“Yeah, he’s actually the reason why I wanted to call you in the first place.”

“Yeah? Why?”

Mayday then quickly gasped

“Is he your boyfriend, Pep Pep!?!”

Peppermint and Chai gagged and yelled

“NO! HE’S NOT!!”

“SHE’S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!”

Mayday laughed

“I’m kidding! He’s not your type anyways, so if you said he was I would’ve been surprised!”

Peppermint laughed awkwardly

“Yeah, if I ever dated someone like him, I must’ve been desperate.”

“HEY!! I’VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH TODAY!!”

Mayday then leaned back in her chair

“So, what’s this all gotta do with him?”

Peppermint sighed and looked back up at her

“I need you to teach him to play guitar May.”

Mayday and Chai both looked up at her

“What.”

There u go, idk if I’ll do this again but this is what I got. Hope you all enjoyed!

#fanfic #fanfiction #hi fi rush #chai #chai hi fi rush #peppermint #peppermint hi fi rush #no straight roads #nsr #mayday #nsr mayday #hi fi rush imagines #no straight roads imagines #crossover #fanfic crossover #drabble

[arwenadreamer]

Arwena's JiB 12 experiences

The Jensen-Misha panel

Warning: This post is going to be both Misha critical and Misha positive, but most of all written by a J2 fan, so if you don’t want to read either, don’t read this post.

I was debating with myself whether to post this at all. I had it sitting in my drafts for a week now. While this is Misha positive, it is also biased, I know that. There is criticism on his past behavoiur. And I don't want to stir up any hate. Yet it is a part of my JiB experience, and I wanted to post all of those. So here it goes:

To be honest, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to that panel. The last Jensen-Misha panel we got at JiB 2019 was downright painful to watch. I did, though. I watched the whole panel, because there were so much heated arguments about this panel going around, and I wanted to built my own informed opinion, rather than getting it second hand from out of context posts. (Reminder: it was the panel where Jensen lost it and shouted “Destiel is real? Where? Where is it real?” and Misha at some point sat on Jensen who was lying on the floor and tried to “kiss” him. The one where Jared came in way early to Jensen’s rescue, and there was also this very sweet moment, half hidden behind a giant unicorn, where Jared was tucked under Jensen’s arm and looked up at him.)

Then there was one short incident on Saturday morning at JiB 12 that also didn’t seem promising for the panel. It was a very short moment, and I have not seen any videos of it so far, so maybe no one even filmed it. It was the end of Jensen’s panel, and Misha was on right after. I was sitting with a good view to the left hand steps up to the stage, the steps Misha had to take. Jensen was saying his goodbyes on stage and was walking towards the steps, but facing the audience. Misha was getting up the steps, aiming for Jensen, who, still not seeing Misha, still facing the audience, changed his path a little towards the front of the stage. Misha corrected his course, but was now really awkwardly not getting straight onto the stage but was almost out of room to get to Jensen to intercept him. Jensen still didn’t see him coming, so Misha turned him around with both hands and pulled him into a hug. It was just a short hug, but it was so awkward, because it was so unnatural. Not two people who see each other and sort of both signal to hug each other. (You know, like you do, how social interactions work.) It was so intentional from Misha’s side, not a spur of the moment at all, which was quite apparent. And it took Jensen completely by surprise. 

So for obvious reasons I was prepared for the worst regarding the Jensen and Misha panel. I think I would have left the panel room if it had escalated like this, because I did not want my so far amazing JiB experience to end on a bad note. Especially since there would be no Jared to come in for the rescue and the panel would be slightly longer. (For those not familiar with JiB scedule: On sunday evening there is a Jensen-Misha panel that Jared is supposed to join after 30 minutes for a 15 Minute J2M panel that then is joined by the rest of the guests for the closing of JiB.)

But let me tell you: the panel was a pleasant surprise from start to finish! I genuinely enjoyed it!

If Misha acted like this all the time, I would be a much bigger fan of him!

The panel started with Jensen and Misha sitting with, if I remember correctly, a chair between them. It didn’t seem awkward, it just felt natural.

Both of them started talking and joking. I can’t remember in detail what was being said, but I had fun listening to them. There were a lot of “that’s what she said” jokes. And Jensen told a few dad jokes. (“Did you hear? They are not making 12 inch rulers any longer.”) They kept talking and joking, spinning the wheel. At some point Misha threw some rings (one of these childrens games where you have to throw the ring on a small pole) and Jensen assisted him by throwing the rings to Misha. Misha managed two hits in a row, then asked Jensen to do it too. Jensen declined and Misha didn’t push. 

All this went on and on while people were standing in line to ask questions. Finally Jensen asked “Should we take questions?”, and they joked about that, but still didn’t take any questions. Neither of them. For another few minutes. By that time I had a feeling as if they were avoiding questions. But that is merely my feeling, not fact! Fact is though, that they took the first question after around 15 minutes into the panel!

The fan asked: “Misha, you wrote a poetry book. And Jensen you are being creative with your music. Do you two ever talk about your artistic projects with each other? Like your writing and your lyrics.” Something along those lines.

And Misha just said: “No!”

Silence. Jensen and Misha both sitting on their chairs, neither saying anything more. By this time Jensen has his head lowered, facing his lap, and obviously starts laughing, while Misha says to the fan “thank you for being so patient”, turns to the other side and says “next”. Jensen is almost cry laughing, then he lifts his microphone to his mouth, still laughing, and says:

“It’s funny because it’s true.”

He goes on: “This is such a simplistic answer! We have never collaborated, nor do we wish to.”

But then they do get into the question a bit more describing this hypothetical scenario:

Misha: “I imagine me showing up at your trailer, being like ‘Jensen I want to show you this’”, and then miming Jensen shutting the door into his face.

Jensen is laughing more and more and stands up to mime while he’s talking: “The trailer has steps, so Misha would be essentially standing at foot level, and he’d be ‘hey Jensen, I’m having a hard time with this line…” and then he mimes kicking him off the trailer with his foot. 

Misha turns back to the fan: “That’s how it would go. So we don’t collaborate.”

Note: both were having fun answering that, and both sounded honest. Obviously, Jensen would not kick Misha. But they had fun painting this hypothetical picture.

The next fan asks something about Jensen going viral on tiktok with the Soldier Boy Blondie video. Misha has to ask what that is. He says he isn’t caught up yet on the boys. The fan explains that it is extra content for The Boy’s that actually isn’t aired in the show. Jensen says they did a lot of these and then adds: “I just did another one.” Smirkety smirk. (Jensen was smirking. I was cheering with joy.)

They then somehow go on talking about Kansas and Carry On My Wayward Son, and Jensen is like: “Yes, and I got to direct a Kansas concert!” Misha is like: “Really?” He genuinely didn’t know about Kansas being in a Walker episode singing Carry on. So Jensen tells that story in detail. He talks about how he tried to insert himself in a shot without the actors knowing beforehand. The cameras were on Jared and Odette Annable, and when the shot was done, he signaled the camera operator to keep rolling. He stepped into the frame and looked a Jared who knew immediately what Jensen was up to. He looks at Jensen like ‘What? Who’s this?’.

Jensen mimes all this, but Misha isn’t getting where he wants to go with this. He says in Jared’s voice: “You’re not in my show!” As if Jared’s face was confused for Jensen being in front of the camera.

Jensen corrects him. “No! And this is… see this is how good… like Jared just immediately knew that there was a pit going on.” (Whether he meant “...how good Jared and I work together” or “...how good Jared is”, or whatever, it’s so sweet!) Jensen then acts out his part. Like ‘Do I know this guy?’ But Odette, who was in the shot too, didn’t get the memo and was like ‘Oh, hi Jensen’. If that weren’t the case, there would be a nice little Winchester easter egg in that episode. Let’s just hope it will be in the gag reel! 

Instead of taking another question now, they spin the wheel and drink something. Jensen tells another joke. “Of all the inventions of the past 200 years, I think the dry erase board is the most remarkable.”

Misha jokes about Jensen's jokes being embarrassing.

Jensen: “Listen! Jared wrote those jokes! He sent them to me!” He then smiles softly and says “When in doubt, blame Jared”. Lol. (I’m writing this here, because I have seen this statement taken out of context. Both to hate on Jensen and on Jared. In fact, it was a very sweet friendship moment. Jared sending Jensen jokes. Jensen, who usually isn’t telling jokes like these (that’s more Jareds resort), still telling them all in Jared’s absence. And the “when in doubt blame Jared” really was just loving, joking banter.)

After almost 30 minutes they finally take a third question. I didn’t completely understand it, but the gist of it is: “Did you talk about your new roles with each other?”

Misha: “No!”

Silence. People laughing. Seriously, it’s basically the same as the first question. Do you talk about your work? No.

Jensen: “There is very little creative collaboration outside of when it has to be necessary.” (Sounded serious, sorry, IMO it wasn’t even said in a joking tone.)

Misha: (joking) “We avoid it at all costs.”

Jensen: (now jokingly too) “All costs!”

That’s when Misha started putting his hand on Jensen’s shoulder, while Jensen kept answering. They go on joking about not taking creative ideas for The Winchesters from any cast member, and how they where making fun of that in the green room. 

Jensen: “I kid. I don’t know -” Misha puts his hand on Jensen’s shoulder again and Jensen asks, looking shortly down at the hand (in a jokingly angry tone?) “WHAT?”

That was a short moment when I thought “uh oh”. But they took the turn and went on just as cool and relaxed as before, no one crossing any lines. Misha talks about how he called Jensen about his role in Gotham Knights, and asking for his advice on whether he should take it. Jensen then explains that the relationship that Misha or any of the other cast and he have is not necessarily about creativity, because everyone has their own talent and …. That’s when he is interrupted by Carry On playing and the rest of the cast coming up on stage. Which leads to Jensen speaking the words of Carry On while Rob is singing the parts. An amazing performance, completely spontaneous.

I feel like Misha got a very serious talk after the last panel and acted accordingly. Friendly, funny, not crossing any lines. If every Misha panel where like that,I would watch them all. (I also had a positive autograph experience whith him, but that will be a seperate post.)

Also, one thing they made crystal clear in that panel was: they do talk, but not all that often. And they don’t follow each other's lives all that closely. I mean, Misha didn’t even know about Jensen directing Kansas in a Walker episode. So Misha has neither watched Walker, nor has he followed Jensen’s IG, because I’m pretty sure he posted about that, nor any news regarding that on Twitter. Which is not a bad thing, just a fact. Their relationship is the same as with any other cast member. Friendly, friends, loose contact. Except for Jared. Jared sends Jensen dad jokes. And Jensen passes them on. That could be called creative input. :-)

For those interested, here’s the link to the panel part one. I can recommend the watch. 

#arwenas jib 12 experiences #the Jensen Misha panel #Jensen Ackles #misha collins #anti misha collins #Jared Padalecki

[forlornfrancis]

Hello!! Glad to have found your blog!! <3

Might I ask for some hc's with Javier Escuella and a time traveler fem crush? She's been with the gang for some months now and he's head over heels for her, same goes for her but she's too awkward to do anything about it; so the entire gang sees these two flirting with one another daily and they're ✋🏻so done with it.

Bonus points if she also has modern reader quirks (making modern references, teaching them stuff from the future, etc).

Sorry if it's too much. Thank you! 😊

I really like this, and thank you for requesting!

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It’s been a few months since you’ve joined the Van Der Linde gang, it’s definitely not what you had imagined. Everyone seemed to like you though, well Strauss and Karen think your some demon sent from hell and won’t get too close to you. But you’ve also taken a particular liking to one of them, Javier. Oh the way he made your stomach churn and your heartbeat increase, he was simply beautiful! You adored him, but there was no way you were gonna tell him you felt that way, you just couldn’t. You would never want to risk the relation you have now. To be honest, you thought you were pretty good at hiding your love for him. The gang saw straight through you, everyone knew about how you felt about Javier, well except Javier himself.

Staring into the campfire flames you listened to Javier’s beautiful voice sing something, you weren’t quite sure as you were thinking of your future together, ‘Hey? Are you alright (Y/N)?’ Uncle asked, the sudden question made you jump but you responded ‘yea I’m okay, just.. tired I guess.’ You took your burning eyes away from the fire and looked around. It was Sean’s return party everyone was having a good time, you didn’t wanna ruin that with your moping so you got up and went to your tent.

I was singing a song about (Y/N) not that she’d know though, my love for her was a secret, and I planned to keep it that way until I had enough courage to tell her. She was beautiful, her hair was lightly flowing in the night air, the way her beautiful eyes reflected the fire, and your pretty lips he wished he could have all for himself.

He continued to sing and play his guitar but paused when he saw you get up and leave. He called it a night and followed you to your tent shortly after, ‘Hola, are you okay? I saw you left and you looked upset.’ He said after he walked in and sat down on your cot, ‘Yea I’m okay, I guess. Y’know I keep saying I guess after everything I say. I don’t really know. But why? Why did you want to know if I was okay?’ Your heartbeat quickened once more as your mind raced with thoughts thinking maybe he loves you, but you shut all of it down so you wouldn’t look like a complete fool. He shrugged and said ‘Well you normally always listen to me sing and well, I guess I like it? And seeing you leave made me confused.’, your stomach started to hurt from all the excitement, and in a single moment without thinking he kissed you. And you couldn’t believe this was happening. Javier Escuella. Just. Kissed. You. You didn’t know what to do with your hands so you just awkwardly left them down by your side. After he pulled away it felt like you walked into heaven and walked right out, ‘Sorry, I needed to do that. I have been holding my love in for you for so long, I felt that if I held it in any longer I would explode.. Sorry if you didn’t like it.’ Javier said, oh but you loved it more than loved it really, you yearned for it. But you didn’t know how or what to say, so you didn’t, instead you wrapped him in a warm embrace and peppered kisses all over his face. It was a long night. For you and for others.

~~

It’s been a few weeks since you and Javier have started your relationship, the camp loves the two of you they think you two are the perfect couple, well asides from Micah he’s disgusted. But anytime he tries to say something Javier shuts him up real quick. You had been teaching Jack about video games and let him play some on your phone, he loved it, Karen thought it was witchcraft, Abigail was happy she could get some sleep, and John was drinking as always. You hadn’t noticed Javier staring at you, he was daydreaming about starting a family with you. What a lovely mother and wife you would make.

[toomanyopinionss]

Three Weeks - Part 1

Pairing: Spiderman/Original Male Character

Summary: Takes place in high school

After Manuel Juarez (MJ) met Spiderman for the first time, it took him 3 weeks to uncover that he was Peter Parker. To be honest, Manny doesn’t know how he didn’t figure it out sooner…

Warnings: some bad words, ig? basically fluff

Author’s Note: So I did a thing. I’ve never posted a fic here before. This honestly spurred from a tweet I saw after seeing NWH about how Andrew Garfield’s Spiderman is yet to meet his MJ and it could be a dude. After seeing that a character instantly formed in my head and I needed an outlet. i made my peter parker a very vague cutout, so one can imagine whatever one floats their boat whether that’s Maguire, Holland, the lego version 🤷🏾‍♀️

also this will be in like 4 parts i think. enjoy!

October 4

Back to you, Shannon.

Thank you, Charles. Breaking news here tonight in Queens. Our friendly neighborhood Spiderman faces off with the notorious villain known as Doc-Ock on 73rd. Local authorities blocked access to the street as the two fought. Video footage shows Doc-Ock slamming Spiderman through a new apartment building being constructed, causing the entire structure to collapse on the hero.

That’s awful, Shannon.

Tell me about it, Charles. Eyewitnesses saw Spiderman limping out of the building after Doc-Ock escaped apprehension once again. Here’s wishing for a swift recovery for our hero…

*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*

Manny was bored out of his mind. There were still another 45 minutes till closing time, and he was the only person on the clock at the small drugstore . If he was more like his older sister Ricky, he would have just closed the store early (which is against store policy). He’d have gone home and worked on the essay he was yet to start. But unfortunately, Manny just did not have it in him. And his boss was a little scary. So he just sighed, pulled his shoulder-length hair into a bun, sat on the stool behind the counter, and pulled out his math homework.

About 10 minutes later, the bell on the door jangled as someone came through, a gust of cold air hitting Manny straight in the face. After adjusting to the harsh change in temperature, a smile broke out on his face, seeing who was at the door.

“Auntie May May!” He yelled from the counter, hands cupped around his mouth.

The woman laughed in response. “Manuel, darling, how are you?”

“I’m chill,” he said leaning forward to rest his elbows on the counter. “I’ve got too much homework though.”

“And I know you’ll pull through, cause you’re smart,” she stated, smiling at him. “Last I heard from your mom, you were on the honor roll?”

Manny looked down, his face flushing. “It’s no big deal.”

“Baloney. You’re one of the smartest kids I know.” They continued chatting as May picked up what she needed and headed toward him. As Manny started scanning the items, he looks up at her curiously.

“You planning on starting an emergency clinic in that house of yours?” He asked, after scanning the fifth box of jumbo bandages.

“You would think, huh? My nephew Peter, you know Peter, right? Anyway, he came home today limping with bruises and cuts all over after yet another skateboarding accident.” She shook her head in exasperation. “I have half a mind to take that thing and make him ride the bus.”

Manny knew Peter, but they weren’t exactly friends. They ran in different circles at school and didn’t share any classes. “Oh May, don’t do that. The bus is an even worse punishment.” Manny said, scanning the last item.

She raised an eyebrow as she handed over the cash. “Like I said.” He laughed and handed back her change. She shook her head and pushed it towards him like she always does. “Might even teach him a thing or two about personal safety and responsibility.”

As she grabbed her bags off the table, Manny remembered something. He leaned over the counter and extended his hand to the candy display in front. He grabbed two boxes of Raisinets and passed them to May. “For your troubles.”

May grinned and reached into her purse before Manny said, “Uh uh. Nope. We’ve had this conversation before. No one else buys Raisinets. The only 3 people I know who like these nasty things are my tío Ernesto, Peter, and Be-.” He cut off instantly, not knowing whether he pushed a button or not.

But May just smiled nostalgically. “Yeah, you’re right. Ben used to eat these things by the handful while he worked. Always made my skin crawl.” Manny and May shared a secret smile before May slipped the chocolate into her bag. “Keep up the good work, Manuel.”

“I’ll try, Aunt May.”

*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*

After locking up the store at 9:30, Manny started on the long, cold walk back home. Usually, he has his bike on him, but picking up his younger sister from the doctor today messed with his schedule, so the bike was at his house. Now he had to endure this 25-minute walk. He slipped his earbuds in and started playing Frank Ocean as he walked through the streets of Queens; not quite asleep, not quite awake, existing somewhere in between.

About halfway through his journey, Manny felt a weird vibe. The vibe could mean a few things: he was being followed, watched, or stupid. He cut off the volume of his music, but kept his earbuds in, and slid his house key between his fingers so the sharp edge juts out.

Out of the corner of his eye, he detected movement. He slowed his walk to more of a stroll and his senses heightened. Then, he whirled around, prepared to take this dude head-on. Only to find nothing. Nobody was following him. Even the homeless people under the train tracks were minding their own business.

He sighed and turned back around, only to be face to face with Spiderman. Manny let out a yell and jumped back a few steps.

“Man, what?!” Manny gripped his knees to catch his breath, and strands of his hair fell out of the bun and into his face. “¿Que te pasa?”

“I’m sorry. Oh gosh. I’m so, so sorry.” Spiderman scrambled toward him. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Manny said. But then he felt a slight stinging sensation on his right hand. When he turned his hand palm up, he saw blood trickling down his fingers. He must have cut his hand with his key when Spiderman startled him.

“Fuck,” Spiderman said, taking his hand and inspecting it. Manny didn’t realize superheroes cussed.

“I’m fine, dude,” Manny repeated, removing his hand from Spiderman’s grasp. He then proceeded to pour the rest of his water bottle on it to wash away the blood and then shoved one of his gloves on. “I’ll deal with it when I get home.” Then he looked Spiderman up and down wearily. “Were you following me?”

“Yes,” Spiderman said before he seemed to realize that it was a creepy fucking thing to say, and then backtracked. “Well, um, I was doing my final sweep of the neighborhood, and I saw you were walking alone. It’s a slow night, plus there’s been an uptick in crime in this area, so I thought I’d keep an eye on you until you got to your destination.”

“Oh.” Manny tilted his head slightly, confused. “Well, why didn’t you walk next to me then? Maybe alert me to your presence?”

“Umm, I kind of…” Spiderman trailed off uncomfortably. “I kind of banged my leg up today. It’s still healing.”

Manny suddenly remembered the news he watched earlier today. Doc-Ock slamming Spiderman through a new apartment building… Spiderman limping out... “How did you get here, then?”

“Oh!” Spiderman exclaims excitedly. “Yeah, I just swung here. You know with my…webs.”

Silence. And then Manny said, “Couldn’t you, I don’t know, swing me home?”

Spiderman seemed to hesitate at this. Manny flashed him a lopsided grin. “What? Is there a weight limit? I thought super strength came with the entire,” Manny gestured at the hero, “package.”

“No no no, it’s not that. It’s just… it’s a lot to handle, the first time around.”

“Hey, I’m a big boy,” Manny said defensively. “I can handle it.”

This was the dumbest decision Manny had made in quite some time. The minute Spiderman dropped him off in front of his house, he launched himself towards the nearest bush and unleashed his entire lunch onto his mother’s poor flowers.

“Mierda, that was awful. Jesus Christ.”

“Hey now. Did I not warn you, Manny?” Spiderman asked arms outstretched dramatically. “Traveling this way is not for the faint of heart.”

“¿Perdóneme? You made it sound like it was just gonna be a little bumpy. That was “Tower of Terror” on steroids, my friend. No me gusta.” Then he vomited again.

Spiderman rolled his eyes before approaching Manuel. He paused briefly before rubbing his back. “Are you ok?”

Manny stood upright a few moments later, wiped his mouth off, and turned to his companion with an eyebrow raised. “Take a wild guess, Sherlock. Then he took note of the fact that Spiderman seemed to be leaning heavily on his left leg. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Spiderman said. “The healing is taking a little longer than I expected, but I should be good in a few hours. The city’s safe in my hands.”

Manny looked at Spiderman for a long moment before opening his bag and digging through it. Eventually, he pulled out the bag of Raisinets he stashed in there for his uncle. The cranky man could stand to lose a couple, anyways. “My Abuelita always says that the fastest way to heal is through love and sweets. Ironically, she has heart disease and 3 divorces under her belt, but beggars can’t be choosers.” Manny extended the bag. “All I have are these crappy mini turd candies, but-“

“I love Raisinets,” Spiderman said enthusiastically, taking the bag of candy gratefully.

“You don’t say.” Now Manny knew 4 people in this entire world who liked Raisinets.

Spiderman lifted the candy in gratitude. “Thanks for this, Manny.” He was about to shoot a web at the nearest building before he paused. “Make sure you disinfect that cut and wrap it so it doesn’t get infected.”

“Make sure you rest that leg, so it doesn’t fall off,” Manny shot back. And Spiderman swung away, laughing.

It wasn’t until much later that night Manny wondered how the superhero knew his name.

*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*

At school the next day, Manny walked up and down the empty hallway, trying to write passable conclusion for his essay. He had about 4 minutes left in his free period before his History class. He found that movement helped his brain work faster, so he paced back and forth. An unsafe choice, seeing as he crashed into someone about 10 seconds later.

“I’m so sorry,” he said quickly, reaching down to pick up his notebook at the same time the other person did. Manny looked up to see Peter Parker. They stood at the same time, and Peter passed him his pen.

“It’s all good,” he said. Manny notices two bandaids on his cheek and a small one on his forehead.

“Looks like May played a game of operator on you.”

Peter laughed shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. And the thing about it is, the cuts have completely healed!” He lifted one of the bandages on his cheek to reveal nothing but clear skin. “Not even a scar! But Aunt May worries, so…” He lowers his gaze for a moment. “Your hand doin’ okay?”

Manny looked down at the shoddy bandage wrapping he did before passing out on his bed the night before. “Yeah, it’s fine. I scratched it going home last night.” Manny left out the part about the superhero involved. “As you can see, I’m no medical professional.”

“Can I…” Peter inclined his head towards the injured hand in a question. Manny nodded, and Peter reached out and took his hand. The tip of his tongue stuck out slightly in concentration as he scrutinized the attempt. Then, he gently unwrapped the bandage, before wrapping it more securely. When Peter was done, he didn’t immediately let go. He caressed the hand slightly and looked up at Manny.

“Is it okay? Too tight?” He asked. And because the ability to put words together seemed to fail Manny at that moment, he opted for a thumbs up with his other hand. “Good.” Peter dropped his hand and looked down at the watch. “That leaves you maybe a minute and a half to finish your essay.”

“Fuck,” Manny groaned, quickly finding the place where he stopped in his conclusion and picking up where he left off. He heard Peter snort at his scrambling, which made him stop and look up, eyes narrowed. “You enjoy that bus ride this morning, Peter?”

The smile on Peter’s face dropped instantly and reappeared on Manny’s face. The smiling boy swiveled and walked away. But not before he saw the corners of Peters lips quirk upward.

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part 2

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[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU, Artificial Alpha, The Breakup

Word Count:  764

“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” Adriana said tauntingly as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared Bobby down, “she’s not going to come back to you after you did that.”

“Calm down, sweetie!” Curtis cooed, rubbing his mate’s back, “she’s just a human.  She doesn’t know how we function.”

“We?” she scoffed, “you mean alphas, or sigmas?”

Bobby’s eyes went wide, and his heart raced as he looked around the empty locker room.  He went to rush her, but Curtis growled, and he instantly backed up.  Adriana smirked even more at him.

“She just needs to know who’s in charge!” Bobby said delicately, a growl resounding in his voice. 

“You’re an omega just like me, Bobby,” she said in a low tone as she took a few steps towards him, “you don’t scare me.”

“Addy…”

Adriana looked back to her alpha, her angry, spiteful look gone, replaced by a sweet, endearing doe-eyed one, “yes alpha.”

“Just tell Bobby what you heard,” he sighed, “I don’t need you fighting with him.”

“And I don’t want you knotting him anymore…but here we are.”

“He had a breakthrough heat…I always help him…you know that.”

“That ends now…” she said firmly, looking between the two men, “Curtis is done helping you Bobby…it’s gone too far, and he’s not sticking up for you anymore…not after this.”

“I think that decision is above your designation, omega.”

“I may be Curtis’ mate, but you mean nothing to me, Bobby…” she growled, standing possessively close to her mate, “Curtis is mine…he’s my alpha…and he protects me.  You want to play alpha, fine…go find your stupid knocked up human and play with her instead of pushing her away.”

Bobby’s heart skipped a beat, “Alana’s pregnant?”

“Yup!” she smirked, “bet you feel like a real asshole for breaking up with her now…you pushed her straight into the arms of that little professor of hers too.”

Bobby’s stomach twisted as he thought of Alana raising his kit without him.   Raising his kit with another shifter.  An actual alpha.  A growl came from him, and Adriana backed into her alpha, looking for his comfort.  Curtis growled in return.

“I’m not growling at Adriana, Curtis.”

“What are you gonna do, Bobby?” Curtis asked.

“I need to get her back…” Bobby frowned, “I need my kit, Curtis.”

Bobby looked at Curtis expectantly, waiting for his approval.  He’d never fully made a step without it ever since Curtis had found out about his secret.  Curtis was the one that had always kept him in line. 

“It’s your pack, Bobby,” Curtis shrugged, “and that’s how an alpha protects his pack…they fight for them.”

“So, you’re with me?”

Adriana growled this time, pushing her mate back from Bobby, “Curtis isn’t helping you, Bobby…you pushed your human away with this stupid video…you want her back, you do it yourself.”

“Curtis?”

Adriana growled at her mate as Bobby looked expectantly at him.  Curtis looked to Adriana and shook his head, “Bobby would help me out if it was the same situation, Addy…I can’t just let him-“

“Save it,” she hissed, already stomping away from her alpha, “but you’re sleeping on the floor the rest of the week…and no knotting me for a month.”

“Addy…baby…”

“Don’t baby me,” she growled, glaring at her mate.  Curtis and her locked eyes for a few moments, but he broke, all too soft for his tigress, “you’re on the floor the rest of the week…be happy I’m not just going back to my dorm or the sorority house.”

“I love you, little mate,” Curtis tried.  She stopped at the door and huffed, looking over her shoulder at the mountain of a man, “if the situations were reversed….”

“Yeah, yeah yeah,” she muttered softly, “I know Bobby and Lee would be there for you…”

“The whole frat is gonna be there for him, baby.”

“Tonight on the floor…”she sighed, “but you’re still not knotting me for a month…”

Curtis frowned as she walked through the door, his attention shifting to his friend, “you’re fucking paying for that, Bobby.”

Bobby frowned as his friend pushed him to turn around.  His hand angrily ripping at the towel that was around his waist as he grabbed Bobby’s hips. 

“Cur-“

“It’s alpha,” he growled, “and if my mate won’t let me knot her for the next month, you’re taking it, as my payment, sigma…”

“Alpha-“

“And I’m coming up on my rut, Bobby,” he growled dangerously into his ear, “so I’m going to be taking you every fucking day until Addy gets jealous enough that she changes her mind.”

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