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christinarowie332 · 7 months

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i win.

part 2 of : “i’d be an idiot if i said no to that”

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings : vv suggestive ! drugs , swearing .

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matt and y/n spend some quality time with his brothers . who would break first ?

(this is kinda slow so hear me out)

green text : imessage

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my phone lights up vibrating from underneath my pillow . i peel my eyes away from “the vampire diaries” playing from my tv and notice the time displayed on my phone. 12:36am . jesus christ .

my eyes scan my notifications as my face id opens my phone . instagram, my group chat “whores.” (56). oops . snapchat , pinterest… oh ?

matt🤭: u up ?

(AHSHHSHDWHHENEHHEHSH)

my body shoots up from where i was lay . i frantically tuck my hair behind my ears with my free hand not holding my phone . i open the message , thumbs hovering over the keyboard ready to type before i hesitate. realising i have no idea what to say .

me: yeah i’m up ! what’s up ?

i type . then delete it .

me: hiyaaaa , yeah i’m up wanna do something??? x

nope

me: yeah i’m up . whyyy wanna hang??

good enough idc

i press send with shaking fingers , allmost immediately he replies back .

matt 🤭: you know me so well , i’ll come pick u up .

me: no bother , i’ll come over . send me ur loc

matt 🤭: i’m at mine with chris and nick , we can all hang if u want?

*matt 🤭 shared his location with you*

me: oki! shall i bring anything??

matt 🤭: just yourself and whatever u need in the morning

me: i’m staying ??😏😏😏😏

matt 🤭: 😏😏😏😏

me: OMW!!!!!

matt 🤭: LMAO OK

i smile at the message and take a screenshot immediately sending it to my groupchat giggling , throwing to the middle of my bed and getting up .

after a few touch ups to my makeup i’ve left to marinate on my face a little bit too long .i change outfit into a pair of baggy light blue jeans , that fall on my hips , uggs and a tight fitted white baby tee . i throw on a hoodie that matches my uggs before realizing it’s literally boiling and ripping it off .i grab my phone and my bag , filling it with the essentials and start to exit my house .

in what feels like 30 seconds i’m pulling into what should be matt’s house . i turn my car off and look at my self in the mirror , obsessing over every little detail until deciding i look good enough .

me: i’m here !!

me: hello ??

me: matt are u home ??

after five minutes of waiting outside the door i decide to just knock it . my heart literally racing enough to hear it in my ears . after a few seconds of waiting i hear the door unlock and the handle go down .

his face drops at the sight of me and turns his head away but not taking his eyes off me , his blonde hair falling against his eyes before he swipes it away .

“MATT ??CHRIS???”

he smiles kindly and i return it . awkward .

after a few excruciatingly painful seconds i see a familiar face poke around the corner, his long and messy hair tucked into a backwards hat . it takes him a second to realize it’s me and his face lights up as he walks towards the door .

“y/n ? yo what are u doing here ? nick bro what are u doing??” he furrows his eyebrows at his brother before opening his arms towards me .

“nice to see you too chris” i roll my eyes and meet his hug .

“OH SHIT MB YOUR y/n ?!?! COME IN FUCK SORRY!!” nick rambles out grabbing me around my back and pulling me in the house .

i take the sight on his house in , the shoes shoved thrown into the corner near the stairs. it smells like autumn, a warm candle burning somewhere. i can hear music coming from what must be the room above . smiling at the familiar beat of mac miller .

“where’s matt? SORRY !!nice to meet you nick!!” i say while smiling , and turning to nick realising i haven’t even greeted the first brother

he laughs and goes to speak before we all turn around and the sight of matt speeding around the corner and skidding to a stop .

“SORRY IVE ONLY JUST SAW YOUR TEXTS” he defends himself before i can even mention it . i smile kindly and relax my shoulders at the sight of him . his hair has been cut , brunette falling onto his forehead in loose curls. the phone he had in his hand tucked in his oversized sweats .lifting his top slightly to find the pocket , showing the band of his boxers for a split second .

“you’re fine , don’t worry” i say , before letting out a breath i didn’t even know i was holding .

matt keeps the eye contact smiling slightly before turning his head towards his brothers and looking at them . “do y’all wanna smoke up?”

“allways” chris replies for both of them before leading us all to their small balcony .

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it’s 2 am now , we all shared a joint around their table . chris let matt play his playlist (for once apparently) and we’re now all sat talking .

i’m sat on a bench with matt shoulder to shoulder , a blanket covering us both as the temperature dropped and we were all shivering by the time the joint was smoked .

“i don’t get it nick !! women are just confusing man…..” chris whines out , he has been talking about his girlfriend mia all night and and to be honest i stopped listening ten minutes ago . “no offense y/n/n” he says now looking at me .

i peel my eyes away from matt’s hand on my knee and meet his eyes “all good man i get it…” i don’t get it . i was completely zoned into matt’s hands , and how close he was to me that i wasn’t listening to a word chris was saying .

matt notices and puts his hands under the blanket , pulling it up to his shoulders .

“u wanna go inside matt???” i ask in concern , thinking he was cold .

“no i just got a chill , i’m fine” he says looking at me now with a tight lipped smile .

i mirror his smile and look away at chris who was waiting for us to shut up so he could carry on his rambling. he starts speaking and i keep eye contact with him , now fully listening to his words.

“as i was saying …. i just don’t get it ? taylor swift is mid as fuck , i tell mia that and she literally looks at me like i just murdered a litter of puppies , SHE HATES MY MUSIC TASTE??? i literally tried-“

and just like that i am now no longer listening to chris , as i feel matt’s hand on my knee again underneath the blanket . he strokes it slightly with his thumb and runs it up my thigh , covering it with goosebumps following his touch .

my breath hitches as he takes his hand higher , to rest on my upper thigh. leaving it there and warming it with his touch.

i glance up at him in warning but all i see is him looking straight forward at chris , smirking. little shit .

he must see my face flush in the corner of his eye because he moves his hand ever so slightly higher , his index and middle finger hovering over the seam of my jeans .

my hips move forward slightly and the touch and i gulp loudly , nodding my head at nick who’s now started speaking to me .

“what music do you listen to y/n . if u say some goofy shit like the imagine dragons i may have to throw you off this balcony” he asks me while laughing at himself .

matt apparently thinks it would be absolutely hilarious to start teasing me underneath the blanket , moving his fingers up and down the seam .

“i-um” i clear my throat trying to stay collected “i like all music really …. mac miller …” matt stops moving .

i turn my head towards him to see him smiling at me and nodding for me to carry on .

“ugh let me think” i drag my words as i move my hand on his inner thigh now i feel him flinch at the touch and go to move his hand off my thigh to stop me but i flash my head towards him and raise my eyebrow in warning .

my turn .

i mirror his actions before and take my hand higher . “i like anything really ….. mac ..torylanez…” i move my hand . he shifts .

“skies ….travis….hotel ugly….” i move my hand again over his sweats . he shifts and let’s put a huff of air .

“brent faiyaz…..dominic fike”

i move my hand again and he lets out a soft allmost silent noise . a whimper , only i hear it and i smirk .

“i like anything” i look at matt now , giving him an innocent look and shrugging my shoulders.

i remove my hand as i could feel him slowly becoming harder . and place my hand on his lower thigh , griping hard . saying exactly what i needed to.

“that’s fire as fuck…what’s ur fave skies song?” i hear chris say and i turn my head towards him .

i smirk knowing i won before continuing my conversation with chris , feeling matt sink into his seat more and putting his arm around me . manspreading and putting his palm over his crotch.

i win .

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i am a vile and wretched woman .

LOVE YA !!!!

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i love u all 🤍🤍🤍

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theamberfist · 11 days

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Cursed-Cat and Mouse | Uncle Alastor & Cursed Cat Alastor HC's

Familial! Alastor is Reader's Uncle

Description: A strange cat pops up at the hotel one day and begins terrorizing everyone; especially a certain mouse

(Notes: CW Alastor, death, violence) (gender neutral reader) (Reader is Alastor's niece/nephew/whatever term you prefer) (Reader is blind) (Reader is a mouse sinner)

Words: 979

❀ These headcannons are related to One Blind Mouse, a little oneshot I wrote! A friend of mine said 'if you're going to have a mouse reader you need to involve Cursed Cat Alastor' so here were are! ❀

♡ Considering Alastor literally had a niece/nephew/etc who was a mouse, no one expected him to get a pet cat

♡ And to be honest, neither did he

♡ No one knows how or why the cat showed up, it just appeared one day and they couldn't get rid of it so it lives at the hotel now

♡ Everyone calls it 'cursed cat Alastor' because it apparently looks just like your uncle but he refuses to admit the truth of that name so he just calls it a vermin

♡ When the cat first showed up, you were terrified

♡ You thought your uncle Al had finally gotten tired of carrying you around in his pocket and had decided to do away with you when you heard the meow of a cat in the lobby

♡ So when the cat stopped and noticed you there was a good five seconds where you both just froze; you out of fear and it out of who-knows-what-emotion

♡ Then you took off running and, naturally, it chased you

♡ You probably ran all through the hotel (luckily you knew the place well enough not to bump into anything), shouting for your uncle, before he finally appeared and was surprised to see the little creature had no cornered you

♡ He thought it was a prank on your part at first. Even in life, you'd always loved to pull tricks like this. But when he noticed the cat literally salivating over you he finally reached down and grabbed it by the scruff of its neck; letting out a hum of curiosity

♡ You climbed up Alastor's suit to take your place safely in his pocket as he debated what to do with it and that was when everyone else came into the room, witnessing the scene

♡ Angel thought it was hilarious, Husk was as unamused as ever, Sir Pentious teared up at its cuteness, Nifty was distracted by some nearby bugs, and Charlie was so excited by the little creature that Vaggie had to hold her back from running over and grabbing it

♡ Charlie, loving the fact that the cat looked exactly like Alastor, insisted they keep it, to your dismay

♡ She listened to your concerns though and promised she wouldn't let it hurt you and that they'd train the cat

♡ She even got a little collar with a bell for the thing so you could more easily hear it when it was coming

♡ For the first week, you lived in absolute fear

♡ You refused to leave Alastor's pocket for anything except the few times he actually slept at night when you would bury yourself in his hair for protection

♡ For some reason, he and the cat really hated each other. Whenever he came near it, the thing would his and bat at him, earning an angry smile from him in response

♡ He tried to kill it several times through mysterious circumstances but to no avail. Somehow, the cat would evade his traps every single time; as if it simply couldn't be killed

♡ Finally, there was a day where you simply couldn't be in Alastor's pocket and he had to leave you behind at the hotel

♡ You were both devastated and terrified as your uncle left but Sir Pentious promised you he'd have the egg boys protect you until he came back

♡ They did a good job for about ten minutes but then they got distracted and suddenly you were left alone with the cat in the same room as you

♡ You froze as you heard it come over to you, fully expecting to be eaten right there and then. But to your surprise, it started purring and nuzzling against your tiny body. You reached up to pet its ears and then suddenly it didn't seem so scary anymore

♡ Imagine Alastor's surprise when he returned to the hotel later that day to find you curled up on the couch with the cat; fast asleep as you lay against its side. It was wide awake, though, with its eyes looking in opposite directions and everything

♡ After that Alastor almost wished the cat would have attacked you instead

♡ He could not get you away from the thing; no one could. It became like your little bodyguard; always around you as it protected you from any impending danger

♡ Charlie thought it was sweet but your uncle Al did not appreciate having his role as your protector be called into question like that

♡ You rode the cat around like it were a horse, you slept on its warm and soft belly, you let it lead you around like some kind of service animal, you took care of it and made sure its fur was always pristine despite it being the most cursed being the hotel had ever seen (in Alastor's opinion)

♡ He would never admit to being jealous of a literal cat but he was jealous of a literal cat; especially because it resembled him so much

♡ But since you loved the cat so much he had to put up with it

♡ The only time Alastor approved of your little bodyguard was when Lucifer visited the hotel

♡ Before, Lucifer would make a big show out of offering to become your uncle too, which Charlie was always happy about since she wanted a cousin. The king of hell liked you as much as everyone else at the hotel, and he especially liked making your uncle jealous the way he'd once done with Charlie

♡ But now that the cat was around it wouldn't even let Lucifer near you

♡ As much as the thing hated Alastor, it seemed to hate Lucifer even more so gone were the days where he could swoop in and offer to be your new uncle or put you on his hat and fly around like before

♡ Alastor supposed the cat was good for something, after all

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atlafan · 10 months

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when you and the girlies are getting wild in the gc 🤭 thanks @boundtobreakk for the inspo as always

When you looked up and saw the dark look in his eyes, you knew you fucked up. Because it's not the dark look he gives you when he's turned on and ready to get his mouth on you. No, it's the dark look he gets when he's zoned out, contemplating your punishments. You've seen it when you've gone out to group dinners, and you've seen it when he's driving, and you've seen it when he's standing in the doorway of your bedroom.

Your first mistake was thinking he was going to give you all the power tonight. He usually makes you work for it when he lets you suck him off, but he was in a good mood and let you take his pants off. He let you spread him out on the bed. He even let you tease him! But you forgot that you're never supposed to tease him like the way he teases you. You're not supposed to edge him. It's okay when he does it to you, you love being edged. But Harry hates it. He hates getting worked up, ready to come in your mouth and down your throat, all for it to be taken away. No release. All he sees is the grin on your face. All he hears is the taunting giggle coming from your lips.

So, after the third time you denied him an orgasm and you looked up to see him looking off like this, so dark and sinister and angry, you knew you fucked up. You took advantage of his kindness. You scrambled, you started taking him deep down your throat to choke on him, but he reached forward and yanked you slowly off of him.

"You're done now." He said lowly.

"Harry, I'm so sorry, I-"

"Harry?" His eyebrows raised, his eyes even angrier now.

Shit. Shit.

"Daddy, I meant to say daddy."

"But you didn't. Are you so cock-dumb that you've forgotten all of our rules? They're not there just for fun, you know."

"I know, I'm sorry. I got carried away. You said I could have my fun with you, so-"

"So you thought that gave you the green light to give me blue balls?"

"I didn't realize I was-"

"Yes, you did." He let go of your hair, and you sat back on your feet, watching as he spit into his hand and gripped his throbbing cock. He spread his legs a little wider apart, and really got going on himself. Twisting and pulling and spreading his precome all around. Normally, when he does this, this is when you would lean forward and open your mouth for him to feed it into you. "Don't. You're not getting this, you're not getting a single drop."

"I just want to make you feel good."

"You've had forty-five fucking minutes and you decided to dick around. So, you're not getting a goddamn thing more from me. You're going to sit there and watch me get myself off, and I swear to god if you so much as pout, I will spank your ass until it's red and stinging and leave you face down on the bed without having taken care of you."

"You'd...you'd spank me and not even clean me up after?"

"Do you think you deserve to be treated so nicely?"

It's all clicking for you now. You were cruel to him. You hurt him. You were punishing him for literally no reason and you hadn't even realized it.

"Oh...of, I fucked up. I'm so sorry, I-"

"Begging won't help you now. This is why I'm the one in charge. You have no idea what to do with all of that power because you're a greedy little thing that doesn't know when she's had enough, right?" You're silent. "I asked you a question."

"Yes, sorry. You're right."

"I know I am."

"Please don't make me sit here and watch, I want to-"

"If you don't be quiet and sit there like a good girl, I will tie you down and gag you. And I don't think you want that tonight judging by how red your wrists and ankles are from the other day."

Your pupils grow small at the memory. He was rough with you the other night. You wanted him to be. You two both know your limits. Even now, if you didn't like the scene that was unfolding, you knew you could use your safe word and it would all stop. He'd rush to you, make sure you were okay, and then you two would go sit in the bath and relax. And even though you're terrified of what else he might do this evening, you're also turned on by how angry he is. He looks evil, wicked, fisting at his cock, grunting and groaning. The way his stomach muscles contract, the way his biceps are flexing...as much as it pains you to not be allowed to touch him right now, the sight before you isn't 100% torture.

"I'll be good daddy." You sit up straight and take a deep breath.

"Don't sit like that. Let me see you. Sit back on your hands and open your legs wide for me." You scramble to do so quickly. The more agreeable you are right now, the better. "You're pathetic, look at how wet you are."

"You know, for someone who was so pissed off about not being able to come, you sure are taking a long time to finish." You snapped.

Harry's hand dropped from his cock. He scooted off the bed and slowly walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He turned the fan on so you wouldn't be able to hear anything. Two minutes later, he's walking out with flushed cheeks and a new pair of boxers covering himself. He walks over to his dresser and opens the top drawer, fishing out your collar and the ropes he uses to tie you to the bed. You're shaking by the time he comes back over to you.

"Do you need to say your safe word?"

"No daddy."

"What is up with you tonight?" He asks as he has you lay back so he can start tying you down on your stomach. "Hm? Why are you being such a brat? You haven't gotten like this since we first got together and you were new to everything."

"I don't know." You sigh, giving your wrists a yank to show him you'll be able to stay in place. "Think I'm just stressed from work. My supervisor is such a douchebag, maybe I was bringing some of the attitude I wish I could give him in here."

"You know you could have just talked to me." He straddles you from behind to get your collar in place. "Now I have to put this over your mouth so you have something to bite down on. Are you sure you don't need to use your safe word? It's okay if you do."

"No, I'm okay. I was bad...I took advantage of getting to play with you. I...I should be punished." You let him clip the collar so it's over your mouth, and you do your best to relax into the bed.

"Well, you get a few points for telling me the truth, but I'm still pissed off, so I'm not going to take it easy on you." You hear him turn one of your vibrators on and he slips it inside of you. "I'm going to wreck you."

#harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #mine #harry styles y/n #harry styles x y/n #harry styles angst #this is how i usually write on patreon in case you need a reaosn to subscribe to me #reason*#harry styles blurb #blurb

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maladaptive-day-dreams · 1 year

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Dollar Tuesday Movies

eddie munson x gn!reader, fluff, 744 words

I haven’t written fluff in a hot minute and was daydreaming about this scenario with my crush today so I figure I’d put it to good use (it's five dollar tuesday's where I'm at but I figure in Hawkins in the 80's $1 seems reasonable (don't @ me idk shit about inflation other than it sucks ass)

literally all fluff: first kiss, first ily, mention of reader having an unspecified dietary restriction (I most likely have PCOS so that was def a self-insert there LOL)

You and Eddie "the freak" Munson have had standing movie nights for the last three Tuesdays in a row, and for an unnumbered amount of Tuesdays in the future. Doesn’t matter what movie is out, Tuesday’s are dollar movie nights at the theater in the town over so you take turns driving there once a week.

Your third movie night has just ended and the two of you are chatting about the film shown tonight as you walk to your car under the streetlight in the parking lot. The conversation continues as you get comfortable in the car. You sit and talk for at least another 10 minutes before there’s a lull long enough for you to move to turn on the engine, but Eddie’s voice stops you.

“Hey, y/n?”

You turn back towards him from how you’d rearranged yourself to face the steering wheel. “Yeah?”

“Have you ever thought about these being dates?”

“I mean they’re our Tuesday Movie Dates aren’t they?” you chuckle, confused at his question.

“I mean date dates.”

You search his face for a moment. All throughout high school, every summer, you hoped that your friendship might grow into something more but decided after a while to just enjoy Eddie as he was and nothing more. There was no point in pining for him if it could ruin your friendship. But you won’t deny that your heart fluttered when he first asked you to go to s dollar movie night, and then wordlessly asked again, and again.

His gaze is heavy on your face as your thoughts race, “y’know what, forget about it.” He laughs it off, “I was just wondering.”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “I’d like them to be date dates,” you hesitate. “If you’d want that too?”

Eddie smiles wide, “yeah I want that too. Especially because now that we’re on our third date, I can ask if I can kiss you.”

You laugh and smile at the curly haired boy in your passenger seat. “Yeah, you can kiss me.”

And he does, and it’s soft and sweet and short. A perfect first kiss.

* * *

It’s been three months since you’re first kiss and two months and two weeks of you “going steady” as Steve put it when he asked what you and Munson were. Tuesday’s are still your dollar movie dates but this Tuesday is Eddie’s birthday so instead of movie night, the two of you are headed two towns over for dinner at a nice restaurant courtesy of Wayne and the gang.

It’s your turn to drive—even though Eddie tried to get rid of that tradition once you two became an official couple—so Eddie is perched in your passenger seat, chatting about the latest DND campaign.

“Oh side note,” he breaks from talking about Dustin absolutely destroying a zombie, “I checked on the menu beforehand to make sure you could eat something there. They have a few options that should be ok and I wrote them down.”

He starts rummaging in the pockets of his jeans and the blazer Robin got for him to wear to the restaurant—not his usual style but it’s a fancier place so he figured he’d oblige.

“Oh my god,” you laugh, holding out your right hand between you, palm up so he can hold it while you drive. “You’re literally so cute, I love you.”

Eddie’s rummaging stalls and you can feel him staring at you. He looks at you as if you hold the sun in your outstretched palm and you finally register the words that just escaped your lips.

You’re terrified that you’ve said those three words too fast, that he doesn’t feel the same, that his lack of response is him ready to open the door and duck and roll out of the car and away from you; but instead, in your peripheral vision you see a wide-toothed grin find a home on his lips, as his left hand softly embraces your right and he pulls your intertwined hands towards his mouth.

He kisses the back of your hand and says,”I love you.”

And you let out the breath you were holding.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Eddie.”

His smile is still so wide as he says, “I love you, y/n,” and kisses your hand.

There’s never a too. It’s never a just because or a reply to you. It’s his own statement, that he wants to give each and every time.

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myreygn · 6 months

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All's well that ends well

summary: Bachira is on a pranking rampage and Chigiri is collateral damage. That wouldn't be such a big deal if the day couldn't have gotten any worse already, but luckily Kunigami is there to get everything back on track.

an: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @giggly-squiggily AGAIN HERE IS YOUR BELATED BIRTHDAY GIFT! i'm hitting myself hard for not getting this out sooner but it's here now and i hope you like it! stay wonderful and next year i'll try the whole being on time things again <3

wordcount: 1969

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Practice was going great. At least Kunigami kept telling himself that over and over again, although believing it got harder with every missed pass, every flunked goal shot and every frustrated groan behind his back. They were all kinda off today and if it had just been that, he wouldn’t have minded as much. Of course having a bad day was annoying, especially when it seemed to be contagious to everyone else as well, but bad days were normal and they could easily be fixed by a hot shower and a good night’s sleep.

However, it wasn’t just a bad day. In fact, Bachira was having a great day. Apparently their dribbler had had a clown for breakfast and it showed; so far he had swapped Igarashi’s clothes with Iemon’s, put toothpaste under the door knob for Naruhaya to grab into, changed Gagamaru’s alarm to a death metal version of Baby Shark, and tied Raichi’s shoelaces together, twice. He was on a roll and while everyone was certainly on their toes, Bachira had yet to go on their very last nerve. Emphasis on yet.

A startled yelp caught his attention and Kunigami didn’t even bother watching as the ball flew past the goal, turning around instead. Chigiri held a bottle in his hand, the front of his shirt and his chin drenched in water. Looking a little closer, Kunigami saw that the lid had been unscrewed. Their resident team princess was apparently the newest victim of Bachira’s prank spree and he was not having it. Oh yeah, practice was going amazing.

“What the hell, Bachira!”

“Sorry, sorry! I thought this was Isagi’s!” In Bachira’s defense, he did seem shocked. Kunigami didn’t doubt for a second that he was telling the truth; Chigiri’s day had started off badly enough with his hair do loosening every ten minutes and after he had literally tripped over his own feet during warm up, face planting into the field at full speed, the team had unanimously decided to just leave him alone for the time being. And Bachira would never purposefully make a bad day worse, they all knew that. Unfortunately, Chigiri seemed to have forgotten about that in his annoyance.

“Amazing, thanks, that’ll definitely dry my clothes.”

“I know it won’t, I just-”

“You just wanted to test my patience, I get it! Because my day went so great up until now!”

“Chichi, I didn’t mean to-”

“Yeah well, you did! And don’t call me that!” The redhead’s glare made Kunigami go weak in the knees and it wasn’t even directed at him. “If you stopped playing these stupid pranks, shit like this wouldn’t happen! You’re not funny, just cut the crap already!”

“Woah, hey!” Isagi took a step forward as if to shield Bachira. “Chigiri-”, but Chigiri had already grabbed his things and stormed off.

The silence in the hall dragged on for an uncomfortable five seconds before Gagamaru softly cleared his throat. “Let’s call it a day. Bachira, do you, uh…”

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t, but the dribbler turned away before any of them could comment on his quivering lip. “Sorry, I’ll just… I think I’m gonna lie down for a bit. Sorry, really.”

With that he was out the door and the rest of the team exchanged glances, then Isagi nodded slightly and quickly got up to go after Bachira. Iemon jumped upright as well, shooing his teammates away. “Alright, go and hit the showers, you reek!” The boys gathered their things and upon one last exchange of glances, Kunigami slipped out of the room to go and look for Chigiri.

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He found the princess in the recording room, sitting in the corner that was the farthest away from the door, curled up with his head buried in his arms and just seeming overall miserable. On second glance, Kunigami noticed his shoulders shaking ever so slightly and he even caught a sniffle. Alright, approach with caution.

“Hey.” He quietly closed the door after himself, making the screens’ bluish shine the only source of light in the room, and carefully stepped closer. “Is this seat taken?”

Nothing, not even a huff of reluctant amusement and Kunigami felt himself deflate a little. Dumb jokes like this usually made Chigiri downright cackle, he had to be really upset if he wasn’t even gonna acknowledge it. Still, he also showed no signs of wanting to be left alone, so Kunigami sat down next to him, not touching him yet. “So… that was not excellent.”

No answer. The hero frantically tried to think of something to say that would get through to his friend when he caught a slight movement out of the corner of his eye. It was hard to make out in the dim light, but… “Are you in pain?”

A shivery breath was the only response he got, but he wasn’t just gonna drop this. Kunigami sat up straighter and put his hand on Chigiri’s which had tightened its grip on his bad knee. “Hey, Chigiri, look at me. If you’re in pain, you need to tell me.”

The most anxiety-inducing three seconds of his life later, the smaller boy finally lifted his head and relaxed his hand a little. “I’m not hurt.” Despite the tear stains on his face, Kunigami felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Then Chigiri looked down again. “I was just scared I would be.”

Kunigami felt his heart clench a little at the quietness of his voice, but at least he was talking to him now. “What do you mean?”

“I was scared it’d start to hurt after I fell.” The redhead wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and Kunigami couldn’t help but feel a little good at Chigiri letting his guard down around him like that. “My knee is fine, I just… the entire time I kept thinking ‘What if it isn’t?’ and I got really anxious and I guess I kinda…”

Chigiri let the sentence trail off to silence and Kunigami nodded slightly. “You were tense and the thing with the water bottle was just the last drop.” That got him a quiet huff - still well below the average reaction, but he wasn’t gonna complain. A win was a win, however small. Next step. “That wasn’t okay, you realize that, right? I mean, I get it, but Bachira didn’t target you on purpose. And I think what you said really took a toll on him.”

Chigiri’s expression morphed into some kind of mortified guilt and Kunigami quickly put an arm around him, pulling him a little closer in the process. God, he was tense. “Isagi went after him, don’t worry. You obviously feel awful about this, I didn’t mean to make it worse, sorry. Just go apologize, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

The redhead nodded, drying the last remaining tears. “I wanted to do that anyway… I wanted to take back everything as soon as I left, but then I had to cry and I went here to calm down, but then it just got worse being all alone, and… thank you for coming, really.”

Kunigami smiled, softly caressing his teammate’s back. “Anytime, princess.”

“Shut up.” Chigiri flashed him a weak smile and sat up straight, stretching his arms. “Guess I should go apologize.”

“Oh no, not yet.”

“Huh? Why d- ehehehehey!”

Kunigami’s smile turned into a smirk at the way Chigiri immediately curled into himself as soon as he felt the fingers on his ribs, pressing his arms to his side and trying in vain to get away, but the taller boy just wrapped his free arm around him and pulled him back, not stopping the soft tickling of his ribs for even a moment. “You wanted to calm down first, didn’t you? You’re still as stiff as a poker, I can’t let you face Bachira like that.”

“Whahahahat dohohoes thahahahat hahahave toho dohoho wihihith tihihicklihihing mehehehe- aehehehe heheheherohoho!”

“Yes, princess?” He wormed his fingers under Chigiri’s arm and almost let out a giggle himself at the squeal that got him. He was careful not to be too rough however; he wanted Chigiri to relax, not perish. “Something the matter?”

“Yohohohou’re ahahaha jeheheherk, thahahahat’s the mahahahatter!”

“Tsk.” Kunigami gripped him a bit tighter and softly grazed a single finger over his knee, causing Chigiri to shriek and kick out. “I come here to cheer you up and this is the thanks I get? Such disrespect?”

“Kuhuhuhunihi, nahahaht thehehehe! Ihihihit tihihickles tohohoo muhuhuhuch!”

“That’s because you’re too ticklish, my lady.” Another soft scratch to the knee and Chigiri threw his head back, full on cackling now. “I’m barely touching you.”

“AEHEHE- heheherohoho, plehehehease!”

“Alright, alright.” Kunigami chuckled softly and released his teammate, softly wiping a laughing tear away with his thumb and caressing his back to help through the after-giggles. The tension had faded. Mission accomplished. “You good?”

“Yeheah… mahan, you suck.” Chigiri shook his head with a smile, then grabbed Kunigami’s extended hand to stand up with him. “Thanks again.”

“Of course. Now come on, let’s go. Make everything right again.”

—

Making everything right again was often a task easier said than done.

When they entered the room, Kunigami’s gaze immediately fell on Bachira’s futon. The dribbler said there with his legs crossed, slumped over and fiddling with his hands, not even looking up when the door opened. The ginger felt Chigiri tense next to him and he gently squeezed his hand, mouthing ‘You can do this’ at him when he was met with an anxious glance.

Chigiri took a deep breath and walked over to his friend slowly, then kneeled down in front of him on the floor. “Bachira? Can I talk to you?”

The dribbler looked up and expectantly examined the redhead, but he didn’t say a word. Kunigami felt himself grow slightly anxious now as well and he looked over to Isagi who was… smiling softly? Seeming relaxed? Curious. The ginger decided to just let things progress.

Chigiri didn’t catch the ease with which Isagi watched the scene. He was entirely focused on Bachira when he nervously grasped onto his shirt and began to speak. “I’m really sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that, I was just… I was feeling stressed and scared because of the fall and I shouldn’t have taken that out on you, especially when you didn’t do it on purpose, which, I- I know you didn’t, I shouldn’t have accused you of that, that was a shitty thing to do. Everything I did was shitty, I’m really really sorry. Can you forgive me?”

Bachira tilted his head and just sat there for a few seconds, then a smile began tugging at his lips. “You’re lovely, thank you.” He put a hand on Chigiri’s shoulder, squeezing softly. “I’m sorry for getting you caught in the crossfire, I might’ve gone a little overboard with all the pranks today. Forgive me too?”

“Of course!”

Kunigami smiled softly when Bachira pulled Chigiri in for a hug and the redhead relaxed visibly. A look over to Isagi however showed him a mischievous little smirk on his lips and a realization dawned on him. This was still Bachira. Before he could warn Chigiri, the dribbler began speaking again.

“There’s one last thing though…”

Confusion showed itself on Chigiri’s face. “What thing?”

“Revenge.”

“What are you- wait, waitwaitwait, not agahahAHAHAHAIN-”

“Again? So Kunigami got his turn already?” Bachira grinned and grabbed Chigiri’s wrist, pulling it to the side for better access to his armpit. “Then it would be unfair to deny me mine, don’t you think, Chichi?”

Kunigami couldn’t help but chuckle to himself softly and he turned away to make himself comfortable on his futon. All’s well that ends well, he could let this go on for a little longer.

#rey writes #blue lock #bllk #tword fic #hurt/comfort #(if you squint)#ler!kunigami #lee!chigiri #ler!bachira #ticklish!chigiri #kunigami rensuke #chigiri hyoma #bachira meguru #slight kunigiri #rey's moots #squiggily 💙

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leblancdamoiselle · 2 years

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𝟏𝟒𝟑 𝟔𝟑𝟕

𝙖/𝙣. I had a lot of fun writing this one lol, so far my fav fic hahah

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨. Oneshot, curse words, fluff

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜. Nakahara Chuuya x Dazai's twin sister!Reader

𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. @chuuyasmusic (thank you for requesting this <3)

"I don't want to see you any longer," Chuuya hid his blue eyes beneath the old hat.

"Do I seem like I want to," you turned your back to him, walking away holding on to all the good times—because where to put it down?

Goodbye, Port Mafia. Goodbye, Chuuya

-four years ago

‎

The name Osamu Dazai and (Y/n) Dazai was erased long ago from the Port Mafia. Half of you died that day, abandoning everything to start a new life.

Abandoning, him.

Of course you are perfectly fine with how you live now; new job, new friends, new reason to live, but they say nothing will be as beautiful as your first love. Nonetheless there will always be your annoying twin brother who literally grew taller but his mentality somehow stopped growing.

All you do now is to work all day, from when the sun rises until it sets again. "Ranpo can I have five?" Your head turned to Ranpo who's desk is right beside you.

"Two," he handed two sticks of strawberry flavoured Pocky, "Why so petty, give me more," you whined,

"Can't," Ranpo said in a most teasing way possible, stuffing all of the Pocky sticks left to his mouth.

Well you ended up eating two only, since Ranpo devoured the whole box of Pocky.

Five more minutes until work is done and you have nothing left to do, "Osamu wake me up in five minutes," you made a request to the person sitting on your right which was then was replied with a hum

Guess what? Osamu left you asleep with a note taped to your head 'Do not wake me up XOXO'.

The office is dark and seems blue from the night sky poking through the window, gathering your soul as you walk out of the office building.

You look up, the moon greeted you a 'good evening' with its light. Today the moon is closer to earth.

It's still 19.55... You gaze over the time mechanic in your wrist. Your body is worn out but your heart is telling you to go somewhere. "Isn't it... My birthday today?" You murmured

How can you be surprised... it's your own birthday, how can you forgot?

Almost never, you celebrate your birthday, nor Osamu. One terrible habit that you and your twin brother share has to be; the way you always forgot your birthday—and ended up not celebrating it.

You decided to stroll around the coastal parkland, the Sugita coastal parkland—a vault of memory you cherish.

Sometimes when you sit and watch the blue water on the shore, you see something; seventeen year old you and... Chuuya.

It's closed for the night, but you are not bound by a rule, henceforth you trespass.

Here you are again, the same shore, the same sea, everything is the same, but the people you share it with is just not there.

"Can't you read the sign? It's closed ma'am."

That voice... you recognized it

Over your shoulder you sighted the person inside your mind. That stupid hat, ash blue eyes, unruly red hair, coat hanging on his hand over the shoulders. Exactly how it was five years ago.

You shift your vision back to the sea, ignoring the man behind you.

"This area is reserved by the Port Mafia, if you have no authority then you may leave,"

You chuckled at his words, "What exactly for?"

"Business," Chuuya restrained.

Maybe if you didn't left Port Mafia, you will be in the exact same spot here today, maybe you will be the one telling trespassers to leave the area.

"I'll leave in five minutes, how's that?" You negotiate,

There was no reply. Chuuya was silent and you didn't look back to check.

He is walking closer, you can feel it somehow.

"Happy birthday (Y/n)," his voice is close.

You turned your body around, he is holding a metal lighter; the lighter you left on his desk back at the Port Mafia base.

The flame flickers, as if it's dancing from the light breeze of the night.

Chuuya doesn't have enough courage to look at you in the eyes, his eyes are locked on the dancing flame.

The 'candle' dimmed as you blow.

"You're the first to wish me a happy birthday today,"

"I see... things never really change,"

Chuuya is probably the only person who remembers your birthday, even after you left the mafia; he still treasures it—he stayed up late until the clock says '00.00' to wish you a happy birthday even though it won't reach to you.

"You never wake me up again," Chuuya hinted

And after you left; he never used Corruption again. He kept his promise,

"Chuuya, promise me you will only use Corruption when I'm by your side,"

"Promise."

‎

Now that you're so far away, the thought of dying alone never left his mind. You were the only one who would wake him up from his nightmare, with your voice you wake him up, with your touch.

Chuuya would do anything to be seventeen again.

"Are you locked out of your apartment for the night?"

Chuuya actually surprised you. He did remember everything, he didn't change in the slightest bit.

Osamu usually would lock you out of your apartment if you were to go home late. Not that he sleeps early; it's just him messing around with you.

You ended up staying at Chuuya's place. He used to stay at a floor in the Port Mafia base, he's old enough to purchase his own mansion now.

He likes wine now, there's a wine cellar in the basement of the mansion. The books in the living are just there to please the eyes, Chuuya doesn't really read—only time to time and he has a specific taste in a book.

The jukebox, he still uses it too. The last gift from you for his eighteenth birthday. Although the jukebox is quite aged, its melody remains young and beautiful.

"A dance?" Chuuya offered his hand.

No reason to object one's invitation to dance. His arms is wrapped around your waist, the other holding yours,

Meeting your first love ever, dancing through the night getting wasted from the wine. Chuuya is the only birthday gift you want.

He was hesitant, but he didn't let the opportunity to slide, "I love you, always and forever." He hid his face from you, his forehead on your shoulder.

Chuuya gets flustered easily. "143 637," you replied.

"Things just never really change, right Chuuya?"

bonus✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

‎

The following morning you bang on the door of your apartment.

A man version of you showed up when he opens the door, "Hi sissy,"

"Hi adopted child," you greet your twin brother

"If I am adopted the you are too."

Osamu noticed a man standing beside you, out of everyone in Yokohama, it's.... CHUUYA

"Well surprise bitch, happy late-by-a-day birthday, I brought you a gift," you expressed a smug smile before sliding your way in, leaving Osamu with Chuuya.

"Where is the gift—I don't see it?" Osamu pretended to look around, "Oh there you are, why is it so small I almost can't see it," he faced down to Chuuya,

Not longer than 3 minutes since you left to change your attire. The apartment foyer had turn into a WWE Championship.

"The hell are you two doing,"

"As expected, (Y/n)'s taste in men is horrible,"

That was your last straw, you gave Osamu a smack before dragging Chuuya out.

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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something infinite • part six

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART SIX A N D I T ‘ S S U C H A S H A M E

part six of something infinite – ferris wheel at 8 and another chance to see where this thing with steve is taking you, but when his friends find out will he be able to handle it? | ( 4k, fluff, lots of angst, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

J U L Y 1 9 8 7 🎶 cold and holy, mono moon

You could see lights and hear the music from the Hawkins Fourth of July Celebration all the way from your aunt’s house. The field was close enough you could walk and everyone had decided to meet up there before leaving together.

“Jonathan don’t forget, Will needs to be back after the fireworks!”

“I know mom, I got it. After the fireworks.”

“And if you go back out just be safe, make good decisions?”

“Yeah, of course mom. Good decisions.”

“Hop’s on his way down there, so if you need anything–”

“Mom, we’ll be okay.”

Listening to Joyce give Jonathan the usual going-out lecture, your leg jiggled nervously as you sat on the porch swing waiting for her to just let you all go already.

Steve hadn’t come to eat dinner before and you couldn’t blame him. You didn’t think Hop would kill him, but if you were Steve you probably wouldn’t have tested that theory, so you’d spent the entirety of the evening asking Robin the time. Yanking Dustin’s arm to look at his calculator watch. Getting teased by literally everyone there.

“Are you afraid of heights?”

“What if it stops while you’re at the top??”

“Is he a good kisser?”

“Did he–wait–what, Max?”

“What? It’s a legit question.”

“Dude, are you kidding? I’m not gonna tell any of you anything,” you shot back to a chorus of groans and swear words. Eddie shot you a grin as Lucas asked Max again why she needed to know if Steve was a good kisser and then Robin’s hand suddenly slapped the top of your thigh.

“Chill. You’re gonna, like, take off into space.”

“I am not, I’m fine.”

“Yeah, okay. You’ve only been checking the time literally every minute. We’re gonna get there on time. Promise. You won’t miss out on round two with old Stevie boy.”

You fixed Robin with a look and let out a small sigh of relief as finally Jonathan came out to the porch, “Okay, let’s get outta here–wait! Will! Mike! You gotta stay close!” He didn’t hardly get a word out before the younger kids all took off and he and Nancy chased after them, leaving you, Eddie and Robin to bring up the rear.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’ve never seen Steve like this before,” Robin said giving you a grin, but it softened the longer she looked at you, “It’s nice.”

“It is nice, isn’t it,” Eddie repeated like he’d just had an epiphany. “God, he’s like himself around you. Sweet Stevie. The one we all love,” Eddie said giving your arm a squeeze, his fingers shining all silver in the moonlight.

“Oh great, no pressure,” you joked, trying to make light of the situation, but they both gave you a look and you felt your cheeks flush. “Alright, it’s not like we’re sending out wedding invitations,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t help the little flicker in your chest that was growing by the day. The one you held for this boy. This brown-eyed, messy-haired, obnoxious, beautiful boy.

“Okay, but like, when you do send them, we’re both invited right?” Robin asked, face all serious and you shoved her.

“Shut up.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, dingus.”

“And love me too?”

“Yes. Love you too, Eddie.”

“Good.”

The fair was bright and loud and full of screaming children and sugar highs and summer and you felt your nerves creeping back in as the ferris wheel came into view.

“What time is it?” you asked Dustin again, grabbing his wrist, but this time he yanked it back.

“Time for you to get a watch. God. You have like five minutes, get the hell out of here,” and he gave you a gentle shove away from the rest of the group.

Max and Lucas made kissy faces at you. Mike and Dustin had gotten wrapped up talking game strategy, but Will and El each gave you a thumbs up. Eddie and Robin, well, they were less than appropriate as Jonathan and Nancy struggled to pull them away from each other and you couldn’t help laughing as you walked away. Walked toward the ferris wheel. The damn ferris wheel.

You have like five minutes.

How long did it take to get over there? Was he waiting for you? Was your outfit okay?

Your feet did all the work for you as your brain ran through every horrible scenario that could possibly happen and when you finally looked up from the ground you realized you’d reached it. Your meeting point.

The ride towered over you and you felt your stomach sink as the music playing on the old, shitty speakers tried to project happiness and joy, but all you felt was dread. It was so high up. Taking in a breath you attempted to reassure yourself, but a voice behind you made you jump, your moment of peace shattered.

“Hi,” Steve was grinning at you, holding cotton candy in one hand and a giant soda in the other, just like he’d promised.

“Hi,” you shook your head and gave him a tiny scowl, “Scared the shit out of me.”

“Oh, sorry. Did you need to hit the bathroom first, or…?”

“Shut up.”

Steve grinned, “Kidding. Here. Blue, just like you asked and 7-Up.” He held both things out to you, giving you the option, and you felt your own grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Big spender, huh?” you took the cotton candy and wrapped a tiny blue cloud around your finger.

“Had to. It’s your first fair. If we fuck this up we can’t go back,” he said seriously, taking a drink of soda, tentatively resting his hand on your lower back. When you didn’t shy away you caught his grin soften into a smile as he looked up at the ferris wheel and you felt the flame in your chest flicker again. God, you really liked this boy.

“Off to a decent start,” you teased, leaning into him and taking another tiny pinch of cotton candy, but this time you stayed close as he pulled you into line.

“Okay, so it’s the easiest thing ever. You just jump into your little carriage thingy and they close the gate and then it turns around super slow for, I dunno, five minutes? Thrilling,” he explained, wiggling his brows at you and pointing with the giant cup of soda in his hand.

“Sounds like it,” you laughed, but the longer you looked at the ride the more the knot in your stomach twisted. Clearing your throat you tried to sound casual, but your apprehension was obvious, “We won’t like…get stuck up there. Right?”

Steve looked down at you, all joking aside, and gave you one of his warm smiles, “No. And even if we do, you got me up there with you so. It’ll be fine.”

“Great. Perfect.”

“Hey,” he tapped a finger on your nose. “We’re not gonna get stuck, Princess. I promise,” and as he pulled you in closer at your waist you believed him.

The metal clanking of the ferris wheel turning to life shook the pod you sat in, thigh to thigh next to Steve, and as it started to lift you up into the air you felt your heart going with it. The stars were like countless glittering pin pricks in the inky black sky and you let the feeling wrap around you all hazy and bright.

Your pod swung jerky for a minute as the giant wheel moved along and your hand flew out to grab hold of Steve’s arm.

“S’okay,” he gave you a little grin, hand finding yours to tangle your fingers together. If your stomach hadn’t already flipped over from the loss of gravity it did then at his touch.

“I’m fine,” you tried to sound brave, but it was a miserable attempt.

“Oh. Okay. Well, if you need anything I’m literally right next to you, so…” his grin softened and you could feel him looking at you. You decided to look back, but only as a distraction from how high you were climbing into the air.

“Lucky me.”

“Yup. So, how is it? Everything you dreamed of and more?”

“And more,” you attempted a joke, but held your breath as the pod stuttered and Steve squeezed your hand again. “Cotton candy is top notch, soda isn’t too bad, and this ride hasn’t killed me yet. I do have one complaint…” you let out a tiny exhale and tried to give him a grin.

“A complaint?” nerves flickered on his face for a second.

“Yeah. I didn’t get a bear yet. And I feel like that’s a pretty integral part of the fair experience.” Steve bit back a laugh and then took on a very serious expression.

“So sorry to hear that,” he started, trying very hard to maintain his concern, “We’ll fix that right away. Just so happens your date holds the record for most free throws in a row, so, should be able to get you a bear in no time.”

“Most free throws in a row?” you broke first, a skeptical smile cracking your face and he huffed a laugh.

“What? I do. Why’s that funny?”

“You’re a dork,” you say back, but it doesn’t hold any bite and when you glance away you realize how far away the world has fallen, all the little people below milling around like tiny ants, your soda and Steve’s flannel waiting for you all the way at the bottom. You swallow thickly and screw your eyes shut, taking in a steadying breath. Steve squeezes your hand again.

“Hey. We’re okay. Here, look at me,” his fingers gently tucked under your chin to lift it and when you finally opened your eyes he was smiling at you so sweet and soft and you felt the anxiety that had been clutching at your chest melt away. “See?” his eyes were warm, flecks of gold swimming in honey, and you felt like you were going to float away.

God, he was so pretty it hurt.

You knew what you wanted to say, the words were loaded and ready to fall out, but you couldn’t find the bravery. The look in his eyes was making your brain feel all mushy, but when his hand dropped away you ached for his touch and it was all the motivation you needed.

“Kiss me.”

Biting in a grin his hand moved back to your chin, holding it gently between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it just so. “Second time is usually better,” he quoted you, voice low and warm and the air crackled between you, electric, like sparks from a fire.

“Usually,” your voice was a whisper as his eyes closed, long lashes sweeping against his cheeks, and you felt yours fluttering shut too as he pulled you in to catch your lips with his.

The first time had been curious. Tentative. New. But this was braver. Bold. Wanting. Faintly familiar. He tasted like cotton candy and soda, like spearmint gum and summer and you wanted more. Twisting in your seat to face him, he took the cue and wrapped his arms tight around your waist, tugging you impossibly closer. A tiny gasp escaped you as he pulled you in, taking you both by surprise, but Steve recovered and grinned into the kiss, letting your bottom lip go with a small pop.

“Get a room!” someone in the pod above you laughed and you felt your cheeks flush, but you were grinning just as stupid as Steve was.

“Better?” he asked, smug and already knowing your answer.

“Hmm. Yes, but you’ve set the bar pretty high for yourself, genius,” you teased.

“S’fine, I like a challenge,” he lifted a hand to tuck a couple of flyaways behind your ear, still pressed into you as the ferris wheel slowed, creaking and protesting against the ceasing of movement. You wished you could stay close like that forever, but a voice shook you back to reality.

“Alright, everybody off!” the grizzled ride operator appeared at your gate. Rolling his eyes at the state of you both he undid the lock, hurrying you out for the next group of impatient couples who wanted what you’d just had.

“Jeez, maybe you should give him a kiss,” you muttered as the operator walked away and Steve poked at your ribs.

“He wishes.”

As you left the platform, Steve scooped your giant soda off the railing and handed it over, “Here, hold this for a minute, I’m gonna grab my flannel.”

You took a sip and turned to get out of the way of the growing line of people when something, someone, ran smack into you. With a Pop! the giant cup of 7-Up in your hand busted open, spilling all down the front of your shirt.

“Shit,” you sucked in a gasp, the cold soda soaking through to your bare skin, shirt ruined, but before you could say anything else you heard laughing. Not I’m-Having-Fun laughing. More like What-A-Fucking-Mess laughing and you glanced up to see a brown haired boy looking down at you.

He was tall, cheeks smattered with dense freckles, lips twisted up into a smirk as he laughed and you felt the knot in your stomach tighten.

“God, freak, watch where you’re going,” he snarked.

“Didn’t know there’d be a wet t-shirt contest,” another boy behind him snickered, blonde hair set across his brow just-so, and he elbowed his friend with a wicked grin.

“Gross,” a red headed girl next to them quirked a judgmental brow at you, nose crinkled up in disgust.

Cheeks burning you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You didn’t know who these assholes were, but somehow they’d devoured every bit of your confidence in that moment just by looking at you.

Soaked and feeling the soda drying in a sticky mess on your bare skin you glanced over your shoulder for Steve, but you didn’t have to look far as he walked up on the four of you.

“Hey, sorry that guy tried to give me someone else’s–” but when he looked up from the ground the color drained from his face. “Tommy?” fell out of his mouth.

Tommy. Your stomach dropped.

“Harrington? What the fuck are you doing here with a Byers?”

Steve’s eyes flicked from Tommy to you and back again, his fingers fumbling with the flannel he held in his hands. It was like he was stuck, short circuiting, debating.

“Harrington?” the blonde boy repeated and it seemed to shake him.

“Oh, hah, yeah that asshole at the ferris wheel asked me to give this back,” he hastily shoved the wadded up fabric into your sticky soda hands making you fumble the empty paper cup to the ground.

“Always taking on the charity cases, Steve. C’mon. We’re supposed to go to Kyle’s. His brother got a keg,” the girl gave you another disapproving look and rolled her eyes.

You were frozen in place as you listened to the exchange. As if you hadn’t just kissed like you were the only two people left on earth. Like he hadn't just promised he'd be there for you. Like you hadn't shared everything over the last month. Like you hadn't shared you.

The shift in Steve’s body language made your insides hurt, made you want to throw up, made you want to go home and scrub him off of you. He’d turned away, shoved his hands into his pockets instead of reaching for yours, and you could see his tongue darting out to lick at his lips nervously.

“Give this back?” you repeated, tone edged with venom, “Charity case?” Steve finally looked down at you as spat your words out and the cool facade he’d tried so hard to put on cracked a bit, driving you further. “I’m sorry, we’re on a date,” you clarified for everyone and silence lingered for a moment before everyone but you and Steve burst into laughter.

“A date? With Harrington? No fucking way.”

Silence.

“Wait, seriously?”

“I–what I mean is–we didn’t–” Steve fumbled over his words and something in you snapped.

“We didn’t what? What was that then?” you threw a hand back over your shoulder at the ferris wheel, “What was that?”

“Oh shit, someone’s pissed,” Tommy laughed, high-pitched as he watched your face turn sour and Steve stayed silent. You practically shoved him over with the force you used to drive the flannel back into his stomach and started to walk away, throat tightening as you fought back tears.

Steve seized up again as he listened to Tommy squealing, listened to Kyle wolf whistle after you, listened to Carol drawl on in her nasally, annoying tone.

“Bye, freak!”

“God, what a mess.”

“Fucking weirdo.”

Something in him swelled, was building to a peak as they yelled after you and laughed and snickered and god he couldn’t take it anymore.

Steve broke.

“God, shut the hell up, Tommy! Just. Shut. Up,” Steve hissed, rounding on the other boy and getting right in his face. Kyle and Carol both stopped, mouths dropping open into little ‘o’s.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Tommy shook his head, a mixture of irritation and confusion on his face.

“You. You’re what’s wrong with me. You’re such a dick. All the time.”

“Me? Oh that’s rich, Harrington. Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” Tommy took a step closer to Steve. His tone held an edge to it, dangerous, like it could tip one way or the other and it hinged on what Steve said next.

“Yeah? Okay. I’m tired of your shit. I’m tired of the way you’re always dragging everyone, including Kyle,” Kyle’s face shifted in shock. “You’re so hung up on stupid shit that doesn’t matter. We’re not on the basketball team anymore, Tommy. We’re not in high school. It’s over. And you cheat on Carol pretty much anytime she’s out of town.”

“You what?” Carol looked like she could kill Tommy and Tommy’s face was burning, fists in balls at his sides.

“You’re no saint,” Tommy snapped at Steve, “You’re always talking shit about Carol. Telling me Kyle’s a little bitch. Have since we were Freshman. King Steve right? You’re the worst out of all of us!” Tommy thrust his hands up into Steve’s chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, and pulled him in close. “Don’t fucking tell me I’m the one to blame.”

It was like an instinct, Steve’s hands flinging into Tommy and shoving him away, following after as he stumbled backwards. Tommy started laughing again.

“What’re you gonna do Harrington? You gonna hit me?”

“Yeah. I am,” and as Steve walked up on the boy he loosed a punch into Tommy’s jaw, the smack of skin on skin loud against the fair music.

“Shit,” Tommy hissed, fingers gingerly touching the spot on his face where a bruise had started to bloom and when he looked back up at Steve he had fire in his eyes. Picking up a sprint Tommy lunged at him, grabbing Steve around the knees and shoving them both to the ground. He threw one, two, three punches – Steve’s nose, his jaw, his cheek.

“Tommy, stop! Hopper’s coming!”

And it was over as quick as it started. Tommy clambered off Steve, Kyle and Carol hot on his heels as they took off into the crowd. Hopper shoved past the last two people in his way and let out a grunt of frustration.

“You shits! Get back here! God dammit,” stopping where Steve was still laid out in the grass he shook his head, grumbling curses under his breath. “Alright, kid?” he offered the boy a hand.

“Not really,” Steve touched his lip and brought away blood on his fingers as Hop pulled him onto his feet.

“Yeah, you don’t look great. I’d say you should get home, but if I were you I’d fix that first,” Hopper pointed to your figure, still walking to the edge of the field and Steve didn’t need any convincing as he took off at a sprint.

“Hey! We were just about to get a spot on the grass–” Eddie saw you coming up on them at the edge of the fairgrounds, but his words cut short when he saw the look on your face. “Damn, are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, but you walked right past him, Steve not too far behind.

“What the hell, Steve?” you heard Robin snap at him as your feet carried you further away, and then everyone joined in.

“Oh shit, what happened?”

“Who did that to you?”

“It was Tommy–” Steve tried to get a word in.

“Tommy? I’m gonna kill him!”

“Go fix it!”

“Jesus. I know! I’m going!” Steve scrambled across the ground, shoes slipping against the unkept grass, hair wild and heart pounding in his chest.

You should’ve started running too, but he was too fast and you could hear him sucking in breaths as he closed the gap between you.

“Wait, wait, wait. C’mon. Please wait,” Steve’s hand tried to wrap around your wrist, but you flung it away.

As you turned around you saw his split lip, the lilac bruise that crept across his cheek and jaw, all jammy and purple like plums in summer and worry tugged at your heart, but you tried to shove it away. Tried to keep hold of your anger.

“Who did that to you, Tommy?” and Steve kept his mouth shut, frame crumpling a little as you took him in. “Did he?”

“Yeah.”

“God. Why?” you said under your breath, but then he grabbed your hand and your heart stuttered.

"Please.”

Your eyes traced a path from your hands, up his arm, across the moles dotting his cheek, hair all messy and swept across his forehead. When your eyes finally met his, deep and hazy and brown, your heart ached. The look on his face wrecked you. Broke your heart into tiny little pieces and when you spoke again it was wobbly.

“What, d’you want to pile on? Get a good laugh in?” the sob that was clawing up your throat tried to strangle you, but you fought it back. Determined to not let him see you cry.

“No, no it’s not like that, I–”

“What are we, Steve?” the first time you said his name and it was like a curse on your tongue and it hurt.

“I–I like you. I want you.”

“And your ‘friends’?” it was like you’d sucked the air out of his lungs.

“Tommy just gets worked up–”

“No. Tommy? Your ‘friends’? Are assholes. They treat you like shit,” he looked like you’d just punched him and you felt guilt creeping in, but you had to keep going, “It’s simple. You’d rather fit in, be ‘popular’ or whatever. And that’s fine, but I don’t want to get dragged along for the ride. I can’t.”

You left out how your heart felt like it was being crushed in a vice. Left out how much it hurt to watch him just stand there while Tommy and Carol and Kyle laughed. Left out how much it sucked getting lied to.

He’s our dingus. He’ll come around, you’ll see.

Just give him a chance.

He’s got a big heart, he just needs someone who isn’t going to break it.

Steve let your words sink in, standing there in the wheat field while stale fair music played in the background, mocking the weight of the conversation, making everything that had happened before seem like a joke. What was he supposed to do, tell you his friends were ‘just acting up’? Pretend like they weren’t assholes? Pretend like he hadn’t deserved it?

He couldn’t justify his actions or words just by telling you he got his ass kicked for speaking up after you’d left. Couldn’t tell you it was all even now, because it wasn’t and he knew it. He owed you more than that and you weren’t ready for it.

So he shut up and kept his mouth closed.

And your feet moved you away from him.

You could hear the fireworks starting behind you, but you didn’t dare turn around. The tears were coming faster now, your shoulders shaking as your walk turned into a jog and then a run. Long stalks of wheat whipped against your thighs, whoosh whoosh whoosh, Steve’s voice fading away in the distance as he said your name over and over into the dark.

SOMETHING INFINITE SYNOPSIS: hawkins, indiana, 1987 – your mom is out of town for the summer on business and she sends you to live with your aunt joyce and her husband jim in hawkins while she’s gone. joyce works at the library and jim is the town sheriff – the kids, will, jonathan and el slowly warm up to you and it’s after you get in with them that you really start to feel at home, but there’s one person who just annoys you to no end. one person you’d love to just boot off a cliff – steve fucking harrington. ♥️ find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here.

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Achy Heart (Chapter 3)

Steve Harrington x Reader

Rated T

7.4k words

Warnings: mentions of eating disordered reader, fem reader, canon-typical violence, ANGST, fluff, like a little bit of SA but not a lot (Russian soldiers suck, but if it makes you uncomfy please stay safe), reader is uncomfy with bisexual thoughts

The first surprise of the summer was that Steve Harrington got a job. The second, you learned quickly after visiting him at Scoops Ahoy, was that he worked with a fellow former classmate: Robin Buckley.

“I know I know your face,” she said the first day you visited, and as you waited for Steve you humored the younger girl.

“I did go to school with you,” you added with a raised eyebrow as you leaned on the counter.

“I know but I know your face. Not just from passing you in the halls,” Robin was tapping her chin and you wondered if she would ever actually give you the black cherry ice cream you’d ordered. “You were a cheerleader!” She exclaimed, slapping her hands down on the table and startling you.

“Yeah, I was for a while,” you mumbled, suddenly uncomfortable talking about your past.

“I’m in the band! We had to go to all the sports games. That’s where I’ve seen you,” Robin was nodding to herself when Steve walked out from behind Robin, his eyes sparkling at the sight of you in your white pleated skirt and pink short sleeve shirt.

“Hey, princess,” Steve smiled over at you. You tried to ignore Robin’s boggled-looking eyes. “What brings you to the Starcourt on such a fine summer day?” You twirled a hair around your finger, lost in his eyes.

“It’s sweltering out, I decided I needed a scoop of ice cream,” you responded, and Robin shot into action, getting you a cone and a scoop of black cherry.

“Oh my god you asked me for that like five minutes ago, I am so sorry.” You looked over from staring at Steve to the other girl.

“Don’t worry about it, Robin,” you gave her a sparkling smile. She seemed like a nice girl and Steve needed more good friends. She was pretty, too, in an unusual way. Stop that, you thought to yourself. You like Steve. You have a good thing going with Steve. Do not get attracted to another girl. Bad idea. But a secret part of your brain whispered to you: Steve won’t even call you his girlfriend. He only kisses you in secret. It wouldn’t hurt to flirt a little to make him jealous.

Okay, you thought to yourself. But why can’t we flirt with like… Literally any male in Hawkins? Why does it have to be her?

Your internal monologue was cut off when Robin handed you your scoop of ice cream. You didn’t plan on eating the entire thing but you couldn’t exactly come to see Steve and not get ice cream.

“Thanks,” you replied, keeping eye contact with the other girl as you licked a stripe up the ice cream. “God I fucking love black cherry,” you exclaimed, closing your eyes for a moment to savor the flavor. “Thanks. I’ll see you around,” you waved to both of them as you made your way towards the exit, skirt swishing around your thighs in a way you hoped was tempting.

As the door closed behind you, you heard a snippet of Robin’s loud voice.

“I thought you didn’t have a girlfriend?”

“I don’t.”

Steve’s reply was cut off by the door closing, but you’d heard enough to sour your mood. You wished he would see you as more than just… Whatever you were. When you’d both admitted your feelings to each other you thought dating would be the next most logical step. And when that didn’t happen you thought maybe he wanted to wait until graduation to avoid being teased about it at school. But, graduation was long in the past and you were entering what was supposed to be the most fun summer of your life thus far, and you had no boyfriend to show for all the work you put in.

As you passed other stores on your way to the exit, you sighed and threw your nearly completely uneaten ice cream in the trash before rubbing your hands down your outfit to smooth it.

Maybe Steve doesn’t want to be your boyfriend because you’re too thin.

Maybe Steve doesn’t want his parents to know he’s been seeing you because he’s embarrassed.

Maybe Steve doesn’t actually like you and he’s been seeing you this whole time because you were easy and he just needs to get his rocks off. You scowled at the thought. Steve would never. Plus you hadn’t ever gone beyond making out and a little over the clothes petting…

Maybe Steve likes Robin.

The thought stopped you in your tracks, and you looked back. You couldn’t see them from where you stood but you knew they had chemistry. Just standing next to each other and interacting they got along so well. He’d talked about Robin before you visited and only had good things to say about her.

You sighed and exited the mall, stepping into the moist heat of Hawkins in summer. You still didn’t have your license but you were considering getting one, walking everywhere was getting exhausting, and you knew you were going to sweat.

You would ask Steve for a ride but with work and with driving Dustin and his friends everywhere, you didn’t want to inconvenience him.

You visited a few more times, but you could tell Steve and Robin had such a close friendship and it made you feel insecure.

“Hey, pretty girl,” you were lounging by the pool when Steve approached you. “Haven’t seen you in a while. Where’ve you been hiding?” He wondered aloud before sitting next to you, careful not to block the sun.

“Just around here,” your eyes were closed, you didn’t want to look at him in fear of seeing in his eyes that he wasn’t interested anymore. “Sorry about that, my mom got on my case about eating too much ice cream,” you shrugged, finally opening your eyes when Steve sighed.

“I’m sorry she’s like that. But,” he paused, unsure as you sat up to meet his eyes. “You could always visit me and not eat ice cream. Robin likes you, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“That’s true,” you paused, searching for any excuse. “The walk over to the mall is a little long though and it’s so hot, but I’ll come back,” you added with a little smile. You knew it didn’t meet your eyes, and Steve could always see right through you.

“Talk to me, what’s on your mind?” Steve always sounded so sincere but you thought back to your high school days. Steve was always a silver-tongued charmer.

“Don’t worry about me Steve, I’m alright. Just a lot on my mind.”

Yeah, the secret, dark part of your brain whispered. Like how you dream every night about demogorgons and the Mind Flayer and the Upside Down and how useless you’ve been in every situation you tried to help in. Like how you were too weak to stop Billy from hurting Steve.

What would he think about your attraction to the others? How Billy’s mean sneer had you thinking about what he would be like in bed? How you’d gazed at Eddie Munson’s ringed fingers on more than one occasion, thinking about what they could do to you? Or worse, how you’d been jealous of Nancy and him while they were together? And even now how you love to flirt with his new friend and coworker Robin? What would perfect Steve Fucking Harrington think of your thoughts?

“Hey, you there?” Steve waved his hand in front of your face and you shook your head of your thoughts.

“Sorry,” you uttered a nervous laugh. “Just lost in space again.”

“I’m worried about you,” he brushed some of your damp strands of hair off your face, cupping your chin to better look into your eyes.

“Steve,” you sighed his name, unable to keep eye contact when you felt like everything was falling apart before it had even properly begun.

“Don’t pull away from me,” he whispered, a bit of hurt seeping into his voice, and you gulped. You didn’t want to hurt him. When you looked up to see his serious face, you almost spilled your mind, the word vomit coming, but then your mom opened the back door and called you in for lunch.

“We’ll talk later,” you murmured before bidding him goodbye.

He didn’t come to your bedroom window that night or the next. You had a sinking feeling he was with Robin, and on the third evening you didn’t see him, you went to investigate.

You shouldn’t be snooping, your brain told you. You’re not dating him and he’s allowed to hang out with other girls.

But you found yourself walking to the Starcourt Mall that evening at dusk. When you arrived, it was after dark. The mall was still open, though Scoops Ahoy would be closed and your favorite boy would be doing the closing shift clean up.

When you finally made your way to the ice cream parlor, it was empty. Okay, weird, you thought. Maybe they’re getting more ice cream. To the loading dock! You made your way to the back of the mall, and lo and behold Robin and Steve were there. With Dustin and… Was that Lucas’ sister? You frowned. What could the four of them be up to at this time of night?

You froze though, when you saw Robin put her hand on Steve’s arm in excitement. Eyes narrowed, you watched with your arms crossed over your chest as he turned to her with flushed cheeks and a wide smile.

Now, what could that be about?

“Your girlfriend is here,” you heard the Sinclair girl comment, but you were already walking away. Whatever it was they were doing, you did not want a part of it.

“I don’t have a-” Steve started, and then: “Oh.” You heard his footsteps following you and you sighed. You did not want to deal with whatever was happening over at the loading dock.

“Hey! Wait up,” your first reaction was to pause because you loved liked Steve Harrington, and you wanted to hear what his explanation was. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you, I thought you would be closing,” you shrugged, ulterior motives best kept quiet for the time being.

“Oh, well,” he paused, biting his lip and looking at his companions. When he turned back to you, he looked conflicted. “Dustin can explain better, come on,” he went to tug on your arm, but you pulled out of his grasp.

“I’m going home, Steve,” you were feeling the numbness of the past few years creeping back up on you. You wanted to get out of there.

“What? Why? What’s wrong?” He was pouting, you could never deny that pout. It was a secret weapon.

“I just… I don’t know what we are, Steve. And I came here to talk to you about it, because I haven’t seen you in days, and I miss you,” you crossed your arms defensively, looking down at your scuffed sneakers.

“There’s just a lot going on right now, and if you come with I can have Henderson explain it,” he pleaded, hands coming to rest on your shoulders. You sighed, no tears coming as you felt your heart ache.

“Yeah, alright,” you shook free of his hands and made your way over to the group, Steve following behind. “What’s going on?”

“Why should we tell you?” That was the Sinclair girl. You narrowed your eyes.

“Y/N is totally cool. She once hit Billy Hargrove in the face with a shovel,” Dustin gushed and you felt a little better that the kid was defending you. The younger girl looked you up and down before shrugging.

“Is that true?” Robin asked, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Uh, yeah. He was beating the shit out of Steve. Can’t have him busting up that pretty face,” you added with a little laugh. “So, Dustin. Since you’re clearly in charge here, explain to me what’s going on.”

And oh how he did. Russian codes and secret elevators?

“And why are we involving a little girl?” You wondered aloud. You felt like the only person there with common sense.

“I’m wondering why we’re involving Steve’s girlfriend. You don’t even seem like you want to help,” the little girl commented sassily and you felt your face burning up with irritation. That is, until Steve cut in.

“We’re not dating, Erica,” he sounded exasperated, and you had just about had it. He was tap dancing on your last goddamn nerve. You could feel your mood go into that dark place, numbness being replaced as pain seeped into the cracks in the walls around your heart.

“Let’s just get on with whatever we’re doing,” you muttered. Though you soon regretted it. The elevator that went down? It did not go up. And, as Robin so helpfully discovered, you would need a key card to move it.

“What’s going on with you and Steve?” You were startled by the question, and turned to see Robin, speaking more quietly than you’d ever heard her. You looked past her to see Steve and Dustin trying to climb out.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you tried to keep your voice level and quiet, despite the cluster of knives you felt like were closing in on your heart.

“Come on, girl,” Robin raised an eyebrow at you. “He’s crazy about you, you’re clearly crazy about him for some reason,” you scowled, turning back around to stare at the wall and stew in silence. “What’s stopping you from getting together?”

You wished she would stop talking.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” You mumbled, hopefully quiet enough that she wouldn't hear. You weren’t so lucky. She made a soft “Ooooh” noise.

“So, before I start matchmaking, you are into Steve right?” You whipped around and narrowed your eyes.

“I like you, Robin. I think we can be friends. But don’t start meddling in my love life,” you whisper-shouted, fear dripping in your tone.

She held both her hands up in surrender.

“Just trying to help.”

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, headache coming on steadily.

“Please just leave it be,” you sighed and the younger girl reluctantly nodded.

“But-” She added before turning away. “Steve is a great guy and he deserves for someone to be there for him. And you two would be perfect together.”

Yeah, I know, you thought to yourself. We’ve been there for each other for months now.

At your silence, Robin finally wandered off.

You weren’t doing much to help the others, but you were so put off by the Steve situation that you didn’t care. That is, until they found a way out.

When you all slid under the rapidly closing door, there was a long hallway in front of you. You weren’t sure what you’d gotten yourself into, though Steve’s hands on your shoulders were a little bit comforting. He stood behind you for a moment before letting you go and leading the way forward.

You soon came upon some glass doors, and what you saw made you sick to your stomach.

“Steve,” you whispered, reaching for his hand as you looked at what had to be a gate to the Upside Down.

“I know,” he gripped your hand in his.

Robin was a normal amount of freaked out you thought as Dustin described the gate as end of the human race as we know it type bad.

Though, soon an alarm started blaring and the five of you were in a mad dash to get out of there, your hand ripping out of Steve’s as he tried to protect you all at once. Your heart broke a little at his protective nature, and as you ran you had to remind yourself: Don’t be turned on. This is the worst time. The Russians are going to kill you.

“Shit shit shit SHIT!” Dustin was screaming as you all ran, pushing Russian soldiers out of the way and making a mad dash into an empty room. Steve was holding the door shut as the two kids looked for an exit.

“Y/N, Robin! Help me!” You rushed to his aid, though you were pretty sure you had no muscles to help.

“Fuck,” you exclaimed, eyes aching but no tears coming out as fear filled you. With the three of you holding the door, things seemed to happen in slow motion for a moment. You locked eyes with Steve as Dustin finally left with Erica to get help.

You could see the fear in his eyes as his body jerked in an effort to keep the door closed. It didn’t last though, as the door burst open, and then it was just the three of you surrounded by Russian soldiers. Robin and Steve were still in their work uniforms, and you were in your denim mini skirt and lavender blouse. You had worn it to convince Steve of his feelings for you, but now you thought: This is not the outfit I want to die in.

When they separated you all, tearing you away from Steve and Robin, you still didn’t cry. When they locked you in a metal room with one window, you still didn’t cry. When they made you watch Steve get beaten to within an inch of his life? You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t cry. You couldn’t hear what he was saying but you hoped he was pleading for his life.

You were alone in the room with a young Russian soldier, and you’d begged him to stop them. Anything, you would do anything.

“Anything?” He asked in a heavily accented voice. When he approached you and reached out, you flinched. He didn’t hit you though. You noted he had a funny smile on his face, and he stroked his fingers down your cheek.

“What?” You asked, dumbfounded and at a loss for words when he started untucking your blouse from your skirt. “Whoa, what?” You screamed, body no longer frozen as you backed up into the window. He only followed though.

“I thought you said you would do anything for him?” He asked with a dark grin and you suddenly realized you were in deeper than you thought.

“Yeah but I meant I would give you information on the monsters and shit, not this!” You screeched the last word and flinched as his hand slid up your inner thigh. You were lucky though, you would eventually realize. Because while the pervy soldier boy finally grasped your breast through your shirt and his freaky communist fingers barely brushed against the cotton of your panties, the door burst open.

There was an exchange in Russian and the younger soldier immediately backed off.

You felt a bit of relief when you looked and saw Steve had passed out and they stopped whaling on him.

There was no respite though, because soon your would-be-assaulter was dragging you through hallways and into a large laboratory where Steve was lying unconscious and Robin was on the ground clutching her face.

“You should have stayed with me, little girl. I would have treated you better than the doctor will,” the pervy one grinned down at you after he threw you on the ground near your friends.

“Y/N?” Robin asked, looking at you with something in her eyes you couldn’t quite figure out. You didn’t have the time to respond though because soon the three of you were being strapped into chairs. You felt like you watched Robin struggle as if you were underwater and in slow motion. Your brain was still locked in that metal room watching Steve get hurt and feeling afraid in the face of that young soldier. You turned your head slowly, looking at a still unconscious Steve. You couldn’t hear what they were saying as you were all tied back to back to back.

You shook your head, trying to shake the feeling of drowning. You knew you were alone and Robin was trying to talk to you, so you blinked your eyes really hard and turned your head to sort of face her.

“What?” You asked, as if in a daze.

“What happened to Steve?” She asked, panicked.

“They made me watch in a locked room as they interrogated him,” you replied slowly, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. “I told the soldier,” you paused, eyes glazing a little as you thought about how stupid you were. You were so useless, always getting Steve into trouble.

“You told him what?” Robin prodded.

“I told him I would do anything if they stopped hurting him,” you whimpered, thoughts swirling in a dizzying mess in your head. “He tried to… He tried to,” you shuddered as you thought about what nearly went down. How his cold fingers felt on your skin, through your clothes.

Robin was quiet for a moment, a rare occurrence you thought.

“Did he touch you?” She whispered, though you’d zoned out again. You really were a Space Girl, always with her head in the clouds.

Robin was calling for help, you weren’t sure how much time had passed. There was movement out of the corner of your eye though.

“Hey, would you stop yelling?” Steve mumbled, words slurred. Satisfied that he was alive, you let your mind wander as the two of them teased each other. It made your heart hurt even worse, so you tried to block it out.

“Earth to Y/N,” Robin called, finally getting through your brain fog.

“Hmm?” You hummed, unsure if you trusted your voice.

“We’re making a plan to escape,” Steve muttered.

“Oh, okay,” you whispered. But you never made it to the escaping part because a bunch of fucking Russians came in, a doctor looking guy in tow.

You hated to say it, but as soon as Steve started screaming, you lost focus again. If you were going to die here, you were going to be in your daydreams where you and Steve were the perfect couple and you had six kids running around and he told you he loved you. So when they came at you with the injection, you didn’t struggle.

When Robin and Steve started talking again, the three of you alone, you didn’t pay attention either. You did feel sort of giddy, but more nauseous than anything.

“What’s wrong with her?” you were jerked out of your pleasant daydream when a Russian soldier grasped your chin in his hand and narrowed his eyes at you.

Robin giggled.

“Pretty sure one of your dudes tried to touch her.”

“Wait what?” Steve suddenly jerked upright, tugging on your bonds. “Are you serious?”

“I mean we didn’t get to chat that much but it was implied,” Robin spoke and you cringed internally, wishing that she had kept her mouth shut.

“Hey, hey. Princess?” Steve sounded frantic, and you couldn’t help but feel the ice around your heart chip a little more.

“Steve,” you replied, a little dizzy.

But you didn’t get to have a little chat.

“Let’s try this again: Who do you work for?”

Steve let out a huff.

“Scoops.” Then he giggled. “Scoops Ahoy.”

“How did you find us?”

“Totally by accident.” Robin was giggling behind you and you wished you felt as giggly as your two comrades.

You had a single coherent thought though while they were interrogating Steve.

I think they didn’t consider when they dosed me that I don’t eat enough fucking food. There’s nothing to properly metabolize whatever junk they shot me up with.

“Oh, he’s long gone, you big asshole. And he’s probably calling Hopper, and Hopper is calling the U.S. cavalry. They’re gonna come in here commando style, guns a blazing, and kick your sorry asses back to Russia. You’re gonna be two pieces of toast.”

Just then an alarm started blaring, and you felt Steve shrug beside you. Moments later, Dustin legitimately came to the rescue with Erica.

You finally sort of made it out of there, well… Medium out of there. You were just dead set on following Steve, who, despite his impaired state, was still the most important thing in your life. So when you felt that tug in your gut, and made eye contact with Steve and Robin, you ran to the nearest bathroom where all three of you lost your lunches. Well, this morning’s coffee in your case.

“Do you think the truth serum wore off? Like maybe we puked it all up?” Steve asked from the stall next to you. You were sitting on the floor with your head between your knees, dizziness washing over you in waves. You could barely pay attention to what they were saying.

“I don’t feel great,” you muttered and were greeted with silence.

“I feel fine,” Robin said. “You should feel fine now, too.”

“What did you eat today?” Steve asked, worry suddenly lacing his tone.

“Um, coffee?” You tried to remember. “And coffee the day before.”

Steve swore under his breath.

“Did you want to say that or was that truth serum?” Robin asked quietly and you shrugged before realizing they couldn’t see you.

“I don’t know,” you whispered, arms wrapped around your knees and head resting on them.

“Are you okay?” Her voice was softer this time, and you sighed.

“I haven’t felt okay since… Since we went to Jonathan’s house and I watched Steve beat a monster with a baseball bat with nails in it,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

“That was years ago,” you could see Steve turn in his stall from underneath the walls, and you huffed a laugh.

“Can you blame me? Everything keeps getting worse,” you said, a little heated but more or less resigned to your fate. This would keep happening.

There was a moment of silence. You stood, legs wobbly and head foggy as you went to sit outside the bathroom. You couldn’t take it anymore. The questions, the feelings, Steve and Robin. You could hear them talking from outside but you couldn’t tell what they were saying.

“Y/N thank god one of you has some goddamn sense!” You looked up to see Dustin and Erica.

“They’re in there,” you nodded your head towards the bathroom door. When Dustin opened it all you could hear were both of their little giggles and your heart cracked a little bit more. One day it would shatter and you would have to pick up the pieces.

You were naïve to think you’d made it out when you blended in with the theater crowd, but then Robin was grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the exit to the mall. You hid behind a counter in the food court and, honestly, it wasn't looking good for you.

“St-” Steve covered your mouth with his hand and you frowned. Okay so maybe it wasn’t the time but if you were gonna die anyway you may as well confess your love.

Alas, Eleven the telekinetic girl came right in time and saved the five of you.

“Steve,” you whispered. You thought your voice would come out louder but you had a feeling the stress of the last few hours was taking its toll on your mental state.

He whipped around and looked around a second before finding you, standing a little away from the group.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Your face crumpled at the sweet nickname as tears flooded your eyes. The sight of Steve broken and bloodied and still worrying about you, the thought of the upcoming battle, the truth serum and the stupid young Russian who had touched you, they all crashed into your mind at once.

All you wanted was to hide in Steve’s arms, let him hold you and have him tell you that it was all over. But…

“I don’t think I’m cut out for this, Steve,” you whispered, tears freely falling down your face and running down your neck.

“What do you mean? You’re so strong, and so smart and capable,” he took a step closer and rested his hands on your arms, rubbing them up and down.

“I’m not… I’m not like Nancy or Robin,” you admitted, feeling ashamed. That knot in your stomach tightened, and your heart, though aching, was hammering in your chest. Steve was shaking his head at you, unsure what to say. “I can’t kill demogorgons or spit sarcasm at Russian soldiers. I couldn’t even knock Billy out with a shovel,” you sniffled, eyes wide and shiny as you looked up at him. “I wanted to be that for you. I wanted to be a part of your crazy world, to be with you on these fantastical quests, but I don’t think I can.”

“Please don’t say that,” he whispered, brushing sweaty hair back from your face in a gesture that was so familiar and so soft, it only made you cry harder. He pulled you into his chest and it felt like it was just the two of you there. No Russians, no kids or coworkers or parents. Just you and your Steve.

“Come on, guys,” Dustin called over and Steve turned his head to look at his younger friend.

“This is where we part ways, dude,” Steve’s words had you pausing. You looked up at his face with a confused frown, and you imagined Dustin had the same look on his face.

“We’re about to enter the battle of Starcourt and you want to ditch?” Dustin asked, and if you didn’t feel bad before, you did then.

“I’m taking Y/N home. You guys don’t need me, you have Hopper and the rest of these guys,” Steve was standing firm and you couldn’t help but be appreciative. You had to get out of there.

“I don’t have my car keys anymore,” he muttered once the two of you had made it outside.

“I walked here, it’s not too long,” you replied and headed towards the sidewalk. You were tucked up close to Steve’s side, his arm tight around your shoulders. He smelled like sweat and blood, but you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

“You doing okay, sweetheart?” You had your arms wrapped tightly around your torso, trying to stave off the summer night’s chill.

“I would rather not have had the last few hours happen,” you sighed. “But all things considered… I’m not dead. So there’s that.” Steve let out a pained chuckle. “Thank you,” you paused, turning to him and causing him to stop as well. You had just turned onto your street. “Thank you for coming with me. I’m sorry that I… That I couldn’t,” you frowned, feeling achy behind the eyes and trying not to cry again. You hadn’t cried in so long that when you finally did, it took all the energy out of you.

“Hey, there’s no need to apologize. We’ve all been through a lot. And I don’t need you to be like Nancy or Robin. I just need you to be you,” he was caressing your hair and he placed a little kiss on your forehead.

“But I’m weak and I couldn’t keep it together,” aaaand here come the tears. You sniffled as a few warm drops hit your cheeks.

“That’s not true. You’re not weak,” he looked around at your dark surroundings. “Let’s get you home and we’ll talk there, okay?” You nodded and his words and made your way to your house. You tiptoed inside and up the stairs to your bedroom where you suddenly found yourself panicked. You dug around in your drawers before finding your favorite pajamas: one of Steve’s t-shirts and a pair of silky shorts, and throwing them and a clean pair of underwear on the bed.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked when you started untying your shoes and frantically pulling them off.

“I have to get out of these clothes,” you muttered, pulling your socks off.

“Oh- Okay,” Steve abruptly turned around and rocked back on his heels. “I mean I get it, they’re dirty now but no need to panic.”

“You don’t understand,” you were frustrated, trying to get the cute blouse off of your form. You’d never tucked it back in but it got caught on your head.

“I don’t understand what?” He asked, still not looking though he heard you struggling to disrobe.

“I thought I was going to die in this outfit, and… and… That pervert touched me in this outfit,” you finally flung the top across the room and made quick work of your mini skirt. You’d never be wearing that again. Steve was quiet as you removed your white cotton panties, the ones the soldier had brushed up against, and you shuddered before quickly pulling on a new pair and your comfy pajamas.

“You can turn around now,” you murmured. You weren’t prepared for the broken look on his face though.

“I’m sorry you keep getting into trouble because of me,” he spoke quietly, sounding nearly dejected, and you couldn’t have that.

“Steve, I don’t blame you for me getting into any of this. That isn’t your fault. I chose to get into your car that night, I chose to follow you after Billy started attacking Lucas, and I chose to come find you today. Yesterday. Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“But I asked you to get in my car, I asked you to come over while I babysat, and tonight I asked you to stay,” he looked down at his feet, and you were going to say something but he kept talking. “I was so scared when the Russians got us, when they started interrogating me. I was afraid they would be beating you and Robin too. But thinking about anybody touching you without consent?” He looked at you, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty that you’d put those tears in his eyes. They were bloodshot and for once it was him fidgeting with his fingers. “That’s so much worse,” his voice was rough as he held his emotions in check for the most part.

“Yeah I mean that was probably the most terrified I’ve ever been in my life,” you muttered, standing in front of Steve with your hands clasped in front of you. “Also the stupidest.”

“What? Why?” He looked bewildered, and you shrugged.

“I told him I would do anything to get them to stop hitting you,” you were looking down at your feet. Your bare toes were only inches away from Steve’s bloody sneakers. “And he said ‘Anything?’ in that stupid accent. I probably should have considered that. But they were making me watch. I couldn’t hear anything you were saying but I could see you. I thought they were going to kill you.” You missed the variety of emotions that passed over Steve’s face at your confession.

“I’ve been so stupid,” he finally lamented, and you looked up at his battered face again. You cocked your head questioningly, and Steve reached out to cup your face. His fingers brushed lingering tears off your cheeks, soft and sweet. “You’ve been here for me this whole time, you’ve been standing with me and having my back and I haven’t had yours. You’re clearly suffering from everything that’s happened and I have been so emotionally constipated that I didn’t think it was that bad. But tonight, you kept zoning out and totally losing yourself in thought. I wish I knew what was going on inside that pretty head of yours,” he sighed and petted your hair a little, smiling softly when you leaned into his touch.

“Steve?” You asked, voice cracking with strain and emotion. He hummed in question, and you bit your lip, feeling the tears well up again. “Why haven’t you asked me to be your girlfriend?” You felt so stupid asking about it, but you couldn’t wait any longer. You had to know.

“You’re way out of my league,” he laughed sadly, and you hated the sound of it. “I keep getting you into this shit and getting you hurt and you’re smart and beautiful and you have a whole future ahead of you. I want you to have that and I don’t want to hold you back.”

“Are you seriously that stupid, Steven?” You felt that sharp stab of rage pulse through you, red hot and burning you up. “God, have I not made it clear how absolutely enchanted I am by you?” You ran your fingers roughly through your hair, rant building. “This whole time I’ve thought you had something with Robin, or maybe you don’t like me because I’m sad and too thin, or maybe you’re embarrassed of me. When in reality you’re just…. You’re just…” You didn’t know how to say what you wanted to say. “I’m totally head over heels for you Steve and I wouldn’t even want a future without you in it,” you finally hissed.

“You think I’m enchanting?” He wondered aloud, a soft look brightening his face.

“Yeah, and I bared my heart, so it’s your turn,” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. He only chuckled.

“You’re adorable when you pout,” he pulled you into one of those signature Steve Harrington hugs, his whole body curling around you as he spoke into your hair. “You’re my absolute favorite person in the world, I’m always thanking whoever might be up there that you’re in my life. You’re beautiful always, whether you think so or not, and you’re wonderful to be around. I love kissing you and spending time with you and goofing around watching movies together and taking care of the kids. I love that you care about me, I don’t think anybody has ever cared about me the way you do,” he pondered and you frowned. He was hurt in the past by his parents and Nancy, and you wanted to make him feel important and special. Like he made you feel. “And you look so hot just wearing my shirt and those tiny shorts,” he groaned, pulling you away at arm's length, hands still on you as he looked you up and down. “Absolutely ravishing.”

You were blushing under the attention, though he only ate it up.

“You’ve always been the princess in my story, though I guess I always hoped I could be your prince charming,” he shrugged meekly and you leaned forward to pull him into another hug.

“You’ve always been my knight in shining armor,” you muttered. “Though prince charming I think is a title reserved for boyfriends only, don’t you think?” You asked, smiling softy into his stupid Socops Ahoy shirt.

“You know, you’re absolutely right,” Steve said in a mock-serious tone. This time when he pulled away and looked into your eyes there was nothing but adoration shining there. “Y/N, would you be my girlfriend? I promise I’ll be the best prince charming you’ve ever seen. I’ll hold your hand and kiss you all the time and protect you from monsters and also you can have free ice cream.”

“And you won’t keep me a secret?” You asked.

“Never again. I would shout it from the rooftops,” he smiled and you couldn’t help but return it.

“Okay, yeah. I’ll be your girlfriend. But only if you’ll be my boyfriend,” you smirked and he laughed, his head tipping back with joy.

“Sounds like a deal, pretty girl,” he held out his hand to shake and you gave him a high five, feeling a little bit of your old self come through as the two of you giggled like kids.

“I’m glad we have that settled, because now we need to get you cleaned up, handsome,” you dragged him towards your bathroom where you grabbed a few Tylenol, a cup of water, a wet washcloth, and antibiotic ointment.

Once he’d taken the pills you stood him in front of the sink, periodically rinsing your cloth and gently dabbing the blood off his swollen face.

“How are you feeling?” You asked softly after cleaning the dried blood off and putting little dots of ointment on the open wounds.

“Like my eye is going to pop out of my head”

“Yeah it doesn’t look too good, sweetheart,” you muttered, gingerly tilting his face back and forth as you stood before him. He was beaming at you though, and you felt the full effect of the King Steve smile: blush warming your cheeks, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and rabbit heart pounding.

“I like when you call me cute names,” he explained, and you realized you hadn’t really called him any before.

“So do I,” you said in a hushed tone, not wanting to break the moment.

“Is that so, pretty girl?” His voice was low and you gulped. Your body responded faster than your mind did: heat pulsing through your core and heart stuttering, your breath coming faster and licking your lips. He grinned at you, placed his big hands on your hips, and walked you backwards through the door and back into your bedroom. He only stopped when your knees hit the bed, causing you to sit on the plush comforter.

“Is this okay, princess?” He asked, hands resting on your bare thighs and warming you up. You nodded, words not coming to you as you gazed up at your beautiful boyfriend.

“Words, baby. I need words.”

“Yes,” you whimpered, voice wavering with want. You weren’t sure exactly what you wanted, but you trusted Steve to give it to you.

This time when he leaned down to kiss you, you were more ready. You pulled him down to sit next to you and kissed him, careful of his split lip and swollen cheeks. Your nose brushed against his and he winced, causing you to back up a fraction of an inch.

“I’m not sure if making out is the best idea right now,” you could have wept. You wanted to kiss him so badly.

“I know but I feel like I’ve spent so much time kissing you and not calling you my girlfriend that I have to make up for it by kissing you as your boyfriend a lot,” he said, though his nose was stuffy and his voice was tight with pain.

“We can do plenty of that once you’re a little more healed, alright?” you reminded him, to which he nodded.

Soon he got up to leave, and you felt the emotions of the night crawling back into your heart, the walls around it all but crumbling.

“Steve?” You felt so small, asking him this favor after he’d just left his friends for you. When he turned back to you and took in your meek, slouched posture, and how you couldn’t make eye contact, he made his way back over to you. “Will you stay?”

You looked up at him through your lashes, and he wouldn’t admit it but seeing you look up at him with your big doe eyes while wearing his shirt made his heart squeeze in his chest.

“Anything for you, buttercup,” he smiled a little and booped you in the nose with his finger before toeing off his shoes, looking down at himself for a moment. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable but I also don’t want to sleep in my bloody sailor uniform.”

You stifled a laugh as you got under the covers in your bed.

“I’ve seen you shirtless before, Steve. It’s okay,” you said, plus you wanted to make sure there were no lingering wounds that needed to be tended on his torso. So, you busied yourself with getting comfortable in bed while Steve gingerly disrobed and only looked over when he was left in his checkered boxers, scratching his head a little.

“Well get over here,” you tried to act cool, patting the other side of your bed. You wanted him there to cuddle, but you’d never had a boy in your bed before. You’d never had a boy sleep over before either.

“Are you sure?” He looked unsure as he approached, and you eyed up the bruises littering his skin.

“I’m sure. I want to cuddle and not think about everything that just happened. Can we do that?” You asked as he slid under the covers and laid on his side to face you.

“I would love to cuddle and forget,” he replied, and so you clicked off the light before tucking yourself under his chin and wrapping your arms around him.

“Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight, princess.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #fluff #angst #fanfiction #fanfic #stranger things #season 3

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animusicnerd · 2 years

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Of Books and Pretty Boys - Silver x Gn! Reader

☾ Genre: Fluff ☾ Warnings: little angsty in the beginning but otherwise fluff

☾ Pairing(s): Silver x GN! Reader ☾ Notes: People barely write for Silver so I thought that I would give it a shot for the very quiet Silver simps. Please tell me if this seems gender neutral!

☾ Twisted Wonderland and its characters do not belong to me ☽

Tired was the first thing that popped up in your mind. You didn’t know what Ace and Grim were arguing about this time, but with each word that spilled from their lips, you could feel the pounding against your skull get worse. You didn’t know why they were here, nor did you care what they were arguing about this time. Running on five hours of sleep and energy bars was not fun, but after dealing with enough overblots to last a lifetime, you needed a break.

You needed more time. More time to process everything. More time to understand what you were doing. More time to understand why you were even doing this. None of this was going to help you. Was this even worth it? Maybe you should just fail the course. This would be way easier than listening to your teachers drone on about the properties of nightshade or hearing your friends argue with each other for the millionth time that day.

Unfortunately, you decided that you would not do that. Instead of leaving your fate up to the gods, you decided that you wanted to at least try being a good student for once and study. You shut yourself in your room, ignoring your pestering cat and friends, sat down at your desk, and studied.

You decided that you didn’t like it. It was boring and confusing, but nonetheless, you powered through it and when the time came for you to take the test, you were sure that you would pass.

But now that exams were finished, with no other work to be done, you wanted to die. Well, maybe not in a literal sense. Maybe. All you knew was that you wanted peace and quiet and suffering through another three hours of senseless arguing wasn’t going to help you relax. And so, ignoring the confused calls of your friends, you grabbed your latest read and left.

Despite only being at the school for less than a year, you knew most of the quiet places located at the school. There was the library, the botanical gardens, that one abandoned hallway, and the forest but after the first day of exams, you quickly learned that those were not the places to go to relax. Other tired students quickly invaded your quiet space, and the only option left was the forest. Most students used it to hang out when skipping classes, but that was just the outskirts of the forest. If you went deeper, where the trees were quieter and not filled with the noises of suffering students, then you would find a little nook in the trees. The trees were huge and their branches were sturdy. You had no worries of falling off a broken branch.

One of your favorite trees was dead center of the forest and it was quite a walk there as it took thirty minutes for you to get there every time. But every time, it was worth it to hear the soft chirping of birds and the chittering of the friendly squirrels who had taken a liken to you. The sunlight filtering through the branches provided you with some light to read your books. And most of all, no one to bother you while you attempt to learn a little bit more about this world to get to your own.

Alas, the gods really liked to test you and your patience.

Five minutes into reading about Hades, you heard the tell-tale signs of someone climbing up the tree. An annoyed sigh passed through your lips, and you shut your book with a snap before leaning over the branch you were sitting on to see who dared to disturb your quiet time.

It was another student. A boy with silver hair and in the school’s jail-like gym uniform was climbing up his tree. You were tempted to throw your book down to stop him, but that would end up with you climbing back down to get your book again and you didn’t know if the student was the type to run away or fight back. You have mediated way too many fights during your time at the college and you weren’t sure if you wanted to get into an actual fight yet.

You waited until the silver-haired boy climbed up to the branch opposite of yours before making your presence known. “Nice of you to join me, complete stranger I don’t know,” you remarked, a frown evident on your lips.

The silver-haired boy looked surprised once he settled into the branch and heard your voice. His eyes shone like the northern lights and that was the first thought in your mind once you got a good look over him. A strong built and slightly long silver hair suited him but, no, you were not here to check him out. You were going to tell this guy to leave, no matter how pretty he looked!

You noticed that the boy was quiet as he did a once over as if you were the one invading his private space and disturbing his reading time. The audacity of this pretty boy.

“Uh, look,” the boy glanced down at the ground before lowering his voice, “I’m training with a friend and if I get caught, I don’t want to be subjected to his bragging rights, so if you could please just quiet down. I promise.” At your deadpan look, the boy continued, “Please, just for about an hour or so.”

“An hour?!” you screeched. You weren’t willing to give up your quiet time just because a pretty boy didn’t want to do more training. The boy quickly shushed you before giving you a pleading look and in a quieter voice, you repeated, “An hour?”

He nodded. “That’s how long it took for me to find him, so if he takes longer to find me, then I win.”

“And you won’t have to listen to your friend brag about winning?”

“Yes, so please, be quiet for an hour or so.”

You pursed your lips as you thought it over. On one hand, you were being disturbed and would likely continue to be disturbed unless you helped this weird pretty boy. What would he even be training for anyway? He was already attending a prestigious academy for mages and all students get sparring time with each other to practice their magic. Was he becoming a knight or something? If that were the case, where was his instructor? Nothing he said made sense to you. But on the other hand, pretty boy is allowing you to read in peace if you just sit quietly and read. On the other hand, pretty boy.

Pretty boy?

Pretty boy.

“Fine, I’ll help,” you agreed. The boy nodded before he started hiding himself among the leaves of the forest and you went back to your book.

In your opinion, it wasn’t a bad one. It mainly talked about the Great Seven and their accomplishments. Although you had a small idea of what they did, you still didn’t know as much as Ace or Deuce. Some of the knowledge in this book was familiar thanks to them and Professor Trein but besides that, most of it was new information to you. And as great as their accomplishments were, there was no mention about your home.

Time went by quickly and you were nearing the end of the book when you decided to check on the boy. Looking over to his branch, you saw that he had fallen asleep. He was still covered in leaves and branches but was now accompanied by some birds and on his lap was a squirrel who was also fast asleep. The light from earlier had already dimmed and you could see the sun starting to set. How long have you two been up here? You needed to get back to the dorm for dinner but you couldn't just leave him. His friend might still be looking for him.

While you were mulling over what to do, the boy had woken up. The excited chittering of the squirrel quickly caught your attention and you turned back to the boy. Well, at least you didn’t have to drag him out. He looked confused as he looked around, saw you, saw the leaves he hid in before his eyes widened, and cursed under his breath.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he scrambled to make his way down. “I have to go. I wasn’t supposed to be here for this long.”

“Ah wait!” You followed him down the tree, making sure not to drop your book. To your surprise, he did wait at the bottom. “Can I know your name at least?” You needed more friends than the ones you currently had. You loved Ace, Deuce, and Grim but it was tiring to be near them all day. You’re not sure how long you’ve survived with them as your friends.

“Oh? My name is—“

“Silver! There you are!” The two of you turned to see a green-haired teen running towards the two of you screaming. Ah, that must have been his friend.

“Well, that’s my cue to go,” you stated.

Silver looked confused as you started walking off. “But I didn't—“

“Silver!”

“Bye!” With that, you took off in the opposite direction of the duo. Maybe it was best to stay away from him for as long as that green-haired kid was around. You could properly befriend him another time.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #diasomnia x reader #silver x reader #gender neutral reader #disney twisted wonderland #mentions of sebek lmao

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sweetaswithscottymac · 2 years

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Bus Bros + sharing a chair and nudging the other over :heh:

the thing is. this got absurdly deep in my brain and turned into a sports night au that i have been thinking about for weeks now. this isn't so much a snippet from it as a little intro to it? ("sports night" in "sports night au" refers to the early 00s aaron sorkin comedy that has a very special place in my heart still. it is hopefully somewhat clear from the context, but this is an au in which they host a daily sports show on some network tv channel that's less popular than like, espn, but their show is kind of a cult hit.)

“First team to the studio, three minutes to air.”

Scott backs through the door to the studio, pushing the final bite of pastry into his mouth, eyes glued to the phone in his other hand. Ashley appears in front of him and starts brushing the crumbs off his jacket.

“Scotty, I swear to god, you’re like a child. Are your hands clean?”

Scott licks the last of the chocolate off his fingers and gives her a grin.

“If you get anything on your shirt collar, I will kill you. It will look like literal shit on screen. And stop tweeting, you know it makes Brian nervous.”

She pats Scott firmly on the cheek and then wheels around, already moving on to fix the next six problems that present themselves.

Scott turns towards the set, still composing his tweet. “Alright Joey?”

“Just grand,” Josef replies, sounding pleased enough that Scott stops typing and looks up. His suspicions prove valid.

“That’s my seat.”

Josef looks up from his notes. The new girl from hair and makeup is hovering behind him, studiously attempting to fix his already perfect hair.

“I think it belongs to Roger, actually,” he says.

“You can’t sit in my seat.” Scott steps behind the desk, and tries to tower over Josef. Even with Josef sitting down, it doesn’t really work. Scott lacks the ability to intimidate people physically. It's one of the reasons he never tried to be a footy player. “That seat shows off my good side.”

Josef reaches up and pats him on the cheek, the opposite one to Ashley.

“Both your sides are good sides, Scotty.”

“Two minutes to air.”

Scott isn't sure why Josef has decided this is his seat today, despite never once showing an interest in it, but he doesn’t show any signs of moving, so Scott takes the only option available to him. He bumps Josef hard with his hip, taking advantage of Josef’s surprise to squeeze onto the third of a seat now available.

Josef squawks, and attempts to wrestle him off for about five seconds, until it’s clear that Scott’s legs are now anchored around the legs and he’s not going anywhere. He tries a different approach.

“You know, I don’t think Brian will like it if we’re both in this seat when we go to air.”

Scott ignores him and starts reading over Josef’s notes in front of him. He snorts at a joke Josef's added into the second segment since their final rundown, and spots an uncorrected error.

“Palou finished fourth, not fifth,” he says. He picks up the pencil and scribbles a note. “Ferrucci got a penalty after the race for the last lap incident with O'Ward.”

“Good,” Josef says. He sticks his elbow into Scott’s side, and Scott sticks right back. “Motherfucker deserved it.”

“Josef, don’t say shit like that when you’re on mic,” Brian yells from behind the glass. Scott gives him a thumbs up and he rolls his eyes.

“I’m right,” Josef yells back.

“You are right,” Scott agrees. He personally finds Josef’s feud with an IndyCar driver who doesn’t really know he exists hilarious, and does everything he can to encourage it.

“Don’t encourage him.” Brian’s face is taking on that flush that means he’s going from entertained by them to genuinely stressed out. And can you two quit it with the Bobbsey twins impression? We’re on in sixty.”

“Who the fuck are the Bobbsey twins?”

“I will fire you, McLaughlin.”

Josef is laughing now, and Scott feels the answering flush of pleasure he always does at making that happen.

“I think he really will call Roger and try to get me fired if you don’t get out of my seat,” he says, and Josef finally holds up his hands.

“Can’t have that,” he says. He moves over to the unoccupied seat, then reaches over to drag his notes in front of him. “They might make me do the show with Will.”

“Will would never,” Scott replies. He’s been at PSN for almost two years and he’s only seen Will in person three times. “He’d never give up the road life to sit in the studio and get yelled at by Brian with you.”

“Takes a special kind of person to do that,” Josef says. He winks at Scott, big and showy like he gets in front of the cameras. Scott eats it up anyway.

“Sure does,” he agrees. “They had to go halfway around the world to find one.”

Brian’s voice, sounding relieved now, comes through their earpieces. “Josef, you’ve got the intro, ten seconds then commercial.”

“Roger.”

Scott glances at his notes, then sidelong at Josef. He’s settled into his pre-show routine, long fingers tapping the desk, stretching his neck to one side, then the other.

“You know, if you want me to sit in your lap next time, just ask.”

Josef laughs again, and Scott wonders if the tinge of pink in his cheeks is just from the heat of the studio lights.

“And we’re on in ten, nine—”

The familiar beats of the show settle over Scott. He squashes his grin down into a smirk and turns to face camera 3. Brian holds up a hand, counting down on his fingers now—3, 2, 1—and then points to Josef.

Showtime.

#asks #rpf tag #here's the thing they do not fit into the casey and dan archetypes BUT as themselves they could fit so well #into this kind of universe #the real reason i can't write this is i don't follow american sports closely enough #fir tag #fic asks

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 years

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Save Me/ 8

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 3.5k

Includes- Fluff, Yoongi is the best boyfriend, sex, fingering, oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, riding, multiple orgasms, more fluff

Tag list- @mingtina

DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!

Series Masterlist

Yoongi POV

I spoke to the guys and the managers about the tour

After a lot of fighting with the managers, they agreed to let me stay

There was no way I was going and I think they realized that after I stood my ground

The managers said they'd announce that I was sick and couldn't go on tour

She is released from the hospital a week after she was admitted and we go to my apartment and settle in

"Come jagi. I know you're tired. We can go to sleep"

"Yoongi, it's 9:30 pm"

"Are you tired?", I ask

She looks away

"Yes", she grumbles

I beam triumphantly

"But you don't have to sleep with me"

"Are you kidding?", I exclaim, "I've been waiting to sleep with you in my arms for literally ten years. Of course I'm gonna sleep with you. Also the chair at the hospital sucks ass and I'm exhausted"

She bursts out laughing and nods, "Ok grandpa, let's go"

I move to her, picking her up to carry her to the bed

"Ok grandma. I'll get you a walker tomorrow ok?"

She sticks her tongue out at me but then kisses my cheek

I help her get into her pjs

It's hard for her with the ankle cast and her arm cast

Then I change into my pjs, shut the light and get in next to her

I gently take her in my arms, laying on my back

She comes closer her head on my chest, cuddling into me and oh my god it feels so good

So perfect

"I knew it jagi", I whisper

"Knew what?"

"That you'd fit perfectly in my arms baby"

She lifts her head, smiling at me, "You were right naekkeo"

My heart soars at the nickname

I lift my head too, pressing my lips against hers in a gentle kiss

She's been handled too roughly for so long and I want to be gentle and soft with her

There's plenty of time after she gets better to be rough

"Night Jo. I love you"

"Night Yoonie. I love you"

We give each other a quick kiss and she lays her head back down on my chest

I play with her hair and within a minute she's out

I know she was exhausted and I'm glad she fell asleep right away so she can get rest

As I lay with her I'm so happy and I know I can never sleep without her again

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Her things are coming in a few weeks, so today I decided I'd take her out shopping

She feels better so we go to the mall

I'm buying her whatever she wants or looks at

She's being so difficult, refusing to get more than what's necessary.

So I just pick clothes I know she likes and buy it

She yells at me but I don't care

I also got her a new phone and a new number.

Han-jae has the old one and no way am I going to let him contact her

I also want to get her other stuff that she likes

She's finally my girlfriend and I wanted to spoil her

We go to a bookstore and I tell her to get whatever she wants

"No, Yoongi. You already bought me clothes and a new phone. I can pay for the books."

"You can but you're not. So stop arguing"

"Yoongi!", she protests

"Baby just do it. I want to spoil you a bit and after everything you deserve it. So please just get the books"

She glares at me

"Fine"

And I start laughing

She's so cute when she's pissed off

After that we went to a makeup store and I get her more stuff.

Of course she argues but I just get everything she looked at

I know her favorite sneakers are Nike air force ones so we hit the Nike store and I get her five pairs of sneakers, which she also argues about

Its a long day because we keep having to stop for her to rest her leg

She's on crutches

I offered to get her a wheelchair when we got here but she refused to let me push her

It doesn't matter

I'm happy because I'm spending the day with her

When she's too tired to keep going, I call a car and we go home

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I can't get enough of her

I want to be around her all the time

We can do anything and I'll be happy

Kissing her is amazing

I dreamed of being able to do that for so long and her kisses are even better than I imagined

Of course I want more but I'm scared that it'll hurt her, even though it's been more than a month since she got out of the hospital

Her leg and arm are still in a cast and I don't know if her ribs have healed but I don't want to take that chance

I want her so much

But I've waited years, I can wait more

All of her cuts and bruises have healed.

She has a small scar by her eye from the surgery

Her body was so weak and skinny from the abuse and not eating as well

I follow what the doctor told me to do about her eating, the diet he recommends she be on

She's eating more than before and she's gaining weight back slowly

After she's all healed completely, she has to go to the gym to work out to make her body strong

She's already complaining about it and how she hates sweating

I can't help but laugh

I know how it is, I don't like to work out either but I promised her that if she did it, I'd do it with her

She made a face but agreed

The guys went on the tour last week and since I didn't go, I have all the time I want to spend with her

And I'm loving every second of it

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There's movement in the bed next to me and when I look, she's tossing and turning

"You ok baby?", I ask her

"I can't sleep", she says

"Oh?"

"Yeah", she whispers

"Come here"

She turns to face me

I move the hair out of her face and smile at her

"Why can't you sleep?", I ask

She shrugs

"Do you wanna watch tv?"

She shakes her head

"Are you hungry?"

"No"

"What's wrong jagi? You can tell me"

"I don't know. I just want you."

I love hearing her say that

"I'm here baby"

She moves closer and her lips touch mine

Fire lights up my body

God her kisses make my body come alive

I kiss her back and she pulls me closer

I let her but I'm also aware of her injuries and am careful

I slide my hand in her hair

Its so soft and smooth and long

I fucking love it

She kisses my jaw then my neck and I let out a little moan

It feels so good and she knows the spots that I like her to kiss

In the two months we've been together she's gotten to know my body and how to get me worked up and we haven't even done anything sexual yet

But I know her body too and what she likes

It's all the kissing we do, all the time

Her hands start moving all over my back, my side and my chest

Her touches are driving me crazy

I've always wanted them and now that I have them, I never want her to stop

She stops kissing my neck and comes back to my lips

Then I feel her pulling my shirt up

"Jo..", I say as I break away

"I want you Yoongi", she whispers

Fuck me

"I want you to Jo. So much but I don't want to hurt you. Your body is still healing"

"I'm not going to break Yoongi. I didn't break all these months. I'm still here"

"I know Jo"

"I waited so long for you. I don't want to wait anymore", she whispers

I hesitate

I want her so badly

"You're not going to hurt me. I know you won't."

I don't know what to do

"I love you. I trust you", she whispers

That's what seals my decision

After all she went through she should not trust anyone

But she trusts me

And I won't let that trust be misplaced

I won't hurt her

I'll be extra gentle with her, pay close attention

I move and hover over her, on my right arm so I don't lay on her chest and I'm hyper aware of where her arm and leg are

Then l lean closer and kiss her

My other hand cups her face and her arms go around me

As I kiss her, she reaches for my shirt and I let her take it off

She looks at me and breaths, "You're so beautiful Yoongi"

I blush but happy she said that

But I'm nothing compared to her

I kiss her again and help her to sit up

I sit up too and slowly, gently I take her shirt off

I suck in a breath at how beautiful she is

When I look at her face she's looking down and biting her lip

"Are you ok?", I ask

"Uh..yeah...it's just..."

"What's wrong?"

"Uh", she waves her hand over her body, "It's uh gross"

What?

Is she crazy?

How can she think that about herself?

"No Joanne, no you're not gross"

"Yeah I am Yoongi. All the scars, the burns, it's gross. My back is gross. My body is so fucked up"

"No Jo. You're beautiful. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Don't think that about yourself."

"I.."

"Please don't think like that. You're not gross. I swear"

She doesn't say anything

I don't want her to feel like that

I lift her face up and kiss her passionately

I gently push her back down and she lays on her back

I move from her lips, to her neck and further down

When I get to her stomach and sides I hear her hold her breath and her body stiffens

I lean down and kiss one of her scars, then move and kiss another

I feel her relax as I kiss all her scars and burn marks

"I love you", I tell her as I kiss her

"I love you Yoongi", she sighs

I kiss down more and pull her pants and panties down.

I sit up and take them all the way off

I kiss up her legs and when I get to her thighs, I gently open her legs.

Jesus

She's so wet, so pretty and I get so hard

I just want to touch her

So I do

The second my fingers touch her, her body jumps and she whimpers

Fuck

I slide my fingers around and rub her clit, watching her body react to my touch

She so wet and slippery and when my fingertips slide accidentally into her she moans

Shit

Hear that gets me going

I slide my hand down again and this time put two of my fingers in her

She yells out and her body jerks up

I slowly take my fingers out then push back in

"Aaaahh", she cries

I start moving faster and faster listening to her moaning loudly

Then I feel her muscles inside contract and she yells out, orgasming

I keep my fingers moving until she finishes then pull my fingers out, my fingers sticky with her cum

Holy shit

I made her cum

I finally made her cum

Then I immediately put my fingers in my mouth

I surprised myself because I don't know why I did it

It was automatic

I never did it with any other girl I slept with

But once I do and taste her, I moaned at how good she is

How?

How can she be that good?

All I know is I want more

I lay down between her legs, my face right by pussy and I lick her

"Fuck Yoongi!", she cries

Her saying my name drives me crazy

I continue to use my tongue on her, eating her out while she keeps trembling and crying out in pleasure

Fuck she tastes amazing

I love doing this

I love hearing her sounds

Her body shaking because I'm making her feel so good

I lick her clit and she shouts loudly

I smile and suck it in my mouth, playing and tugging

Her hips thrust up immediately and I like it

I switch licking between her clit and the rest of her

I slide my tongue inside her and move around

It doesn't take long until she pulls and clenches on my tongue, screaming my name

I moan when I taste her as she orgasms

So fucking good

I sit up and she smiles at me

"Fuck Yoongi, you're so good at that"

I smile and blush again

"I'm glad you liked it"

"Like it? I loved it"

That makes me happy

She sits up and comes closer me

Her arms wrap around my neck and she kisses me

As we kiss, I open my mouth and her tongue slides in, playing with mine, my arms going around her, pulling her closer

One of her hands slides from my neck down to my hard on and she touches me, making me moan in her mouth

Fuck I wanted her to touch me for so long and I'm so excited

She pulls my pants down to my knees and I help her get them off

She wraps her hand around me and starts stroking and pumping back and forth, pushing me down on my back

Now she kisses down my body and when she gets to my cock, she puts me in her mouth

"Fuck", I groan

Her mouth is wet and feels so good

She slides her tongue up and down, all over me and I whimper at the pleasure

When she starts sucking, my hips move on their own

Fuck

Did that hurt her?

I didn't mean to do that

But when I look at her, she smiles at me and keeps on sucking

Pretty soon, I'm ready to explode but I don't want to

I want to be in her

I stop her and pull her next to me

"What's wrong Yoongi?", she asks looking concerned

"Nothing. I just want to be inside", I whisper

She smiles again

God her smile is beautiful

"I want that too"

I sit up and suggest, "Maybe you should go on top of me. That way we don't risk you getting hurt."

She bites her lip, then says, "Ok baby"

I sit up against the headboard

She kisses me as she swings one leg over me and sits on me

I'm so fucking nervous

Not just because I don't want her to get hurt but because it's her

The girl I've wanted for so long

And we're finally being together, like I imagined for years

I don't want to disappoint her

My hands are on her hips and hers are around my neck

She reaches down and positions me right below her

She lets go, her arm back around my neck as she lowers herself on me

We both cry out as I slide inside her

My head is back against the headboard and her face is in my neck moaning

She moves her hips around, wiggling more and more down my cock

"Fuck Yoongi. You feel so good. God", she cries

Me?

She feels incredible

"You feel amazing, baby. So fucking tight and warm and wet. Fuck"

She bottoms me out and moans, "So fucking big Yoongi. Fuck so thick. You fit inside my perfectly naekkeo"

"Yes baby", I nod, her pussy pulsing around my length, "You for so well around me"

We sit for a minute just getting used to the feel of each other

But then I can't take it

"Please jagi, move please", I beg her

She sits up, facing me

She gives me a quick kiss, then she starts moving up and down, slowly

"Oh my god", I cry

The pleasure she's giving me washes over me in waves

She moves quicker and quicker, clenching me as she moves, making herself fucking tighter

And making it feel more incredible

He forehead is against mine, her eyes closed as she moves and I watch her in awe

Her hands are in my hair and pulling it while mine are on her hips holding on tightly

She's breathing hard and moaning, bouncing faster

I want her to orgasm again

I don't care about me, I want her to feel good

No, not just good, amazing

So I start moving my hips up when she brings herself down and she yells out, "Yoongi, oh Yoongi"

"Yeah baby.", I moan, the pleasure so intense, "You like it?"

"Yes Yoongi, yes", she answers

"Good baby, I love making you feel good", I whisper

She cries out, "Yoongi"

I feel her clamp down on me, throbbing rapidly, she's so close

"Yeah jagi. Fuck. I love when you scream my name"

I keep moving up, hitting deeper in her

Shit

I love the way she feels

"Baby", I moan, "I want you to cum. I want you to feel amazing. Please. Cum for me"

When I thrust up again, I hit a spot that makes her whole body shudder and she screams, "Yes YOONGI, Yes!", as she explodes

Her head goes back, her eyes closed, back arched and I hold her up while she moans more

She's fucking beautiful

I glance down and whimper seeing her cream all over my length

God it's so pretty

Her pretty pussy lips wrapped around me, taking me in over and over as I fuck her through her orgasm

Leaning down, I kiss her chest, neck and shoulders as I keep moving

"YOONGI, oh god, I'm gonna, fuck!", she shouts as she cums again

This time though, the feeling of her tightening on me, her cries and her shaking push me over the edge and I cum too

"Fuck, JOANNE, yes, Jo, oh god", I cry out as the pleasure takes over me, and I cling to her, my head against her shoulder, holding her on my cock as I orgasm

It takes a minute for us to catch our breath and relax

I lean back on the headboard and she lays on me, her head on my shoulder.

I hold her close, my arms around her

"Damn Jo. That was..was..incredible", I say, still breathing heavy, "Better than I ever imagined"

"No Yoongi. You were amazing. I didn't do anything"

"Yes you did", I protest, "Don't say that. The way you moved, fuck I'm getting hard just thinking about it"

It's true

I am

She reaches down and feels my hard on

"I can fix that", she smirks

"Baby", I start

I don't want her to hurt herself

I can take care of my hard on if I need too

But she shushes me by kissing me, then moves down

Again, she puts me in her mouth and I jump at the contact

She moves her tongue around, wrapping and massaging all around my head

"God", I groan

When she starts sucking on me, it's over

My hips thrust up and then I force myself to not move

She lets go of me and says, "No naekkeo. Keep doing that. Don't stop for me. It doesn't hurt. Please don't stop"

Christ

She can get me to do anything and the pleading in her voice makes me want to do whatever she wants

I nod, feeling her lick me from base to tip then put her mouth around me, sucking

This time when my hips go up I don't stop them and keep moving

When I do, she makes moaning sounds

She moves all the way down, getting me all inside her mouth

Without choking or gagging

And fucking hell it feels incredible

She moves her head back and forth, sucking and I can't hold back

I cum hard, yelling her name, ecstasy hitting me hard

I didn't think I had more but apparently I did because she keeps swallowing

"You taste good Yoongi", she whispers when I finish

Fuck is she trying to make me hard again?

She sits up again and I pull her into a kiss

"You taste better", I tell her and she blushes, "Come jagi"

I lay down and she cuddles next to me, back to my chest and laying on my arm that's under her.

"Can you sleep now?", I tease

"Only if you hold me", she says

"Always", I say wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close and pressing a kiss to the back of her neck

I listen to her fall asleep, her even breathing the only sound in the room

Then I start to sing to her

I've always wanted to sing for her but I'm not a singer and I'm too scared to do it while she's awake

But I can when she's asleep

I know she'd never judge me but it's like my voice won't work when I try

Rapping in front of her I can do

But like really singing, no

So I take the opportunity, close my eyes and sing softly until I fall asleep too

#save me #yoongi fic #yoongi fanfiction #yoongi fanfic #yoongi smut #min yoongi fic #min yoongi fanfiction #min yoongi fanfic #min yoongi smut #bts yoongi fanfic #bts yoongi fic #bts yoongi smut #suga fic #suga fanfic #suga smut #bts suga fanfic #suga fanfiction #bts suga smut

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beachy--head · 2 years

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since you said you would try AUs and my mind literally only works in AUs here are more prompts lol (although i do think it’s harder to do drabbles for AUs 🤧):

high school japril - whatever tropes you want cuz i’m a sucker for all of it

they meet while traveling and keep running into each other

as you can see I was a bit inspired :D my very first au! It was super fun.

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The first time she sees him, she's trying to take a picture of the Colosseum, and he won't move out of the frame. He's not even taking pictures, he's alternating between looking at the map in his hands and at the amphitheatre in front of him, probably trying to picture the whole building as it used to stand centuries ago. She watches him as he notices she's waiting to take a picture, making a vague hand gesture before moving out of the way. She nods to say thank you, and he smiles before walking away, trying to shield himself from the italian sun. Her pictures don't do justice to the building standing in front of her, but she doesn't really care, so happy she's finally here and determined to enjoy every single minute.

The second time she sees him, she's getting out of Notre-Dame cathedral, feeling calm and at peace after talking to God in such a historical landmark. It's almost sunset, and he's leaning on the railway of a bridge, looking pensively at the Seine. She stops in her tracks, trying to make sure it's the same guy, and sure enough, the buzzed hair, the black messenger bag, the red sneakers tell her that he is indeed the same man she saw in Italy. She's weirded out, but well, coincidences happen. Why wouldn't two tourists meet in two of the most touristic places in Europe? So she crosses the bridge towards the Quartier Latin, making a pit stop at Shakespeare & Company (because who can resist a good bookstore facing the Seine?), and she misses the way his eyes find her and watch her walk away.

The third time she seems him though, she's starting to get freaked out. While the City is never void of tourists, it's also not the most obvious of places to visit in London, and the chances they would both book a ticket to get at the top of the Sky Garden, to admire the British capital from above, on the same day and at the same time, are quite honestly very low.

She's usually shy, but she's also usually curious, so she gathers all of her courage and marches towards him as he's taking in the view on the platform deck.

"Are you stalking me?"

"Am I...?"

"Stalking me. I'm pretty sure I've seen you in Rome and in Paris, and now here, and it's getting really weird."

"Now who sounds like a stalker?"

She rolls her eyes as he laughs, taking in his eyes, and his smile, and the way his shoulders move for the first time.

"I'm flattered I'm so memorable, but no, no stalking, I swear. Just a guy making his way through Europe. Like you?"

She doesn't know why, because this guy could be a psychopath after all (her ears ring with all of the advice her mom gave her before leaving, don't talk to strange men, stay safe, it's dangerous to travel alone), but they start talking.

They're still talking as they make their way downstairs, cross London Bridge, walk along the Thames on the Southbank before ending up in a pub. Jackson Avery, from Boston, tells her he's here because he has just finished college and that this trip is his grandfather's notion of a Grand Tour, sending him to Europe to broaden his mind and perfect his education (the only education he got so far though, he admits, is learning how to ask for a beer in five different languages). April Kepner, of Moline, Ohio, tells him that she's saved up for two years to go on this trip with her sister, but Alice's time off work was cancelled, and the tickets were non-refundable, so she went by herself and doesn't regret it.

They talk for hours, and through them all, she's trying to decide if all of their meetings are only a result of some random coincidences, of a complete lack of originality in their itinerary.

Hours later, in his hotel room, when he's moving inside her and she's gently biting his neck, she comes to the conclusion that she wouldn't be mad if they were the result of something bigger.

#drabble #japril #april kepner #jackson avery #ask

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the-hilda-librarians-wife · 1 year

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Carpe Diem - Chapter 10

Pairing: Sketchbook (Kaisa/Johanna)

Summary: Carpe diem: one of the five latim mottos of the arcadist, or neoclassical movement. Literally translates to "seize the day"

Picking up where Locus Amoenus left off, this fic follows the lives of Kaisa and Johanna for a couple weeks as their feelings grow and develop. Updated weekly.

Notes: Hey, guys! Sorry for having skipped last week. In my defense, it wasn’t a cliffhanger. Anyway, I hope you guys are still up for this story! Btw "Pasargada" in the first paragraph is a reference to the poem "Vou-me embora pra Pasárgada" (I'm leaving for Pasárgada, in English). It's just supposed to represent an idealized place, but I like to pop Brazilian lit references bc why not :)

Read it on ao3 or read the first installment on this verse or read the second installment on this verse

When Johanna drove back home, much later into the evening after having spent a lovely afternoon with Kaisa, saying she was on cloud nine felt like it fell flat in comparison to her feelings. She was in heaven. She was in Pasargada. She was in Ancient Greece, about to deliver an offering to Aphrodite in thanksgiving for blessing her with her beloved. Cloud nine was nothing compared to how she felt.

So, of course, she had had to share it. Edmund hadn’t been home when she arrived, making her assume he was working on his professor’s project. She could have texted him the news, but this felt like something that was too big to deliver over text. This deserved drumrolls and pomp, and she wanted to make sure she could see his face when she told him. That being the situation, she decided to do the next best thing and pay her best friend a visit, both to gossip and to let him know he would still be hearing a lot about Kaisa, but under very different circumstances now.

Alfred lived in a student accommodation which was also inside the campus, a short walk away from Johanna’s house. The flat was shared between him and two other alumni, a Weather Sciences graduate who was doing a masters in fire sciences and another one that frankly, nobody could figure out what he did. Johanna had been there enough times to show up uninvited, and as the door had been unlocked when she arrived, she allowed herself in.

“Guys?” She announced herself by saying. “It’s Johanna. Is Alfred here?”

“In the kitchen, Jo!” Came his voice through the wall that separated the entrance corridor, which had the doors to each of their bedrooms, from the communal area, which consisted of a living room and an attached kitchen. When she walked in there, the three of them were in the process of making dinner.

In the back of her mind, Johanna thought that there would definitely not be dinner for her that night. Even if she hadn’t eaten her fill for the day from the spread Kaisa had made them, she was far too giddy to be able to eat anything else. It felt like tiny explosions of fireworks inside her belly.

“Good night, you three!” She said, a little breathlessly and accompanied by a happy wave. It was enough to make Alfred stop chopping a tomato and lift his eyebrows at her. He knew her well enough to pick up on the sudden bright mood. “How do you do?”

“Well enough, thanks.” Answered the guy whose major nobody knew, as he was putting something in the oven. He had long, curly brown hair that fell over his face and made it hard to distinguish his features. The other one, who kept his black hair tied back in a neat bun, offered her a smile and a ‘same here’.

“Would you guys mind if I talked to Al for a minute?”

There was no need to ask, of course. Alfred had already stopped his salad preparations and was wiping his hands to go give her attention, but the other guys were nice and Johanna didn’t want to disturb their meal prep. Both assented, and Johanna let her friend guide her to his room where they could have more privacy.

Alfred’s bedroom was impeccably neat, exactly like she imagined the inside of his mind must be like. There was not a single book out of place, and not a single crease on his duvet. Until she unceremoniously sat on it, that is, and she almost felt bad for it. Her spirits were lifted too high for any guilt to register on her mind. After closing the door behind them, he sat down on his desk’s chair and made her retell, word by word, exactly what had happened.

Even if she’d tried to do it to the best of her ability, her mind was too convoluted with chart topping amounts of adrenaline and oxytocin for a single coherent thought to come to her, so she often had to take back a sentence after she realized she’d forgotten to mention something that came before it, or had to repeat the same point in the story twice to make sure it was accurate enough for him to get a crystal clear image of what had happened.

He was over the moon for her, as expected. Johanna was sure Kaisa would eventually get a ‘hurt Johanna and you’re dead’ speech, but it was much more likely that this would come from her cousin rather than Alfred. His style of support was much more like helping Johanna overanalyse their interactions than making sure Kaisa knew she’d regret it if she messed up. It was something she was grateful for, of course, but unfortunately it meant that he was armed with a lot of realism to cut through Johanna’s haze.

Which meant that he’d noticed the lack of usage of the ‘g’ word in Johanna and Kaisa’s conversations.

“Isn’t it kind of obvious, though?” Johanna asked when he pointed it out. “We both made it clear we like each other a lot. Doesn’t this make us automatically girlfriends?”

The look Alfred gave her told her he knew damn well she was trying to convince herself through wishful thinking.

“From the girl who asked to hold your hand and then didn’t make a single move until you spelled your feelings out for her? No. I think this situation calls for being stark clear, Jo.”

When she arrived back home, still thinking about Alfred’s advice, Edmund had already come back and settled with a book on their couch. His pretend annoyance when Johanna walked up to him and said she needed to talk to him faded as soon as he noticed where the conversation was going. As soon as she mentioned Kaisa with a besotted schoolgirl voice, he sat up and told her to sit down by his side, clearly hanging on her every word.

All things considered, he did a great job of pretending to be nonchalant and only mildly invested in their relationship, offering her nothing but brief well wishes before announcing he was still very tired from the night before and going to bed. Johanna wasn’t fooled for a second. Deny as he might, Ed was a softie at heart, and she rolled her eyes lovingly as he walked away to his room. Maybe ‘pretends to be cold, is actually a dork’ was just her type of person.

Johanna had only just decided that a cup of tea was what she needed for the heaviness of somnolence to begin to fall over her when her phone whistled with a text.

Kaisa 🐈‍⬛🔮

…So apparently Tildy and Frida had placed a bet on when we’d get together.

Doing her best not to allow her kettle to drip water before she placed the lid on it, Johanna barked a laugh. A wave of affection for Kaisa’s family washed over her as she quickly typed a response.

omg that’s so Them

I bet Tildy won

Kaisa wasn’t typing for long before the answer came.

Tildy won.

Now she’s bragging about ‘believing in me’ or something. I’m never going to tell her the first move wasn’t mine.

Give urself some credit! Johanna typed, you told me you had been wanting to show me her garden that time. pretty good flirt, if you ask me

The typing sign was off for a considerable couple of seconds, which Johanna took as her typical baffled silence.

I was FLIRTING??????

Oh, good God.

She really did have some work ahead of her.

………

Even though they very much wanted to, it was impractical for them to meet on Sunday. Johanna had a group project to work on, and Kaisa, as always, was getting desperate about all that she still had to study. It didn’t stop them from texting all throughout the day, however, and they kept sending each other little nothings that had brought them joy (with the exception of the text Kaisa had sent her asking why she was getting bizarre threats from her cousin).

It was on Monday that they did meet. Johanna had just left a lecture, and Kaisa had arrived early for hers so they could eat together in the cafeteria. The sun was at its peak when they met in the humanities garden, and Johanna felt static energy all around her when she saw Kaisa approaching her with a coy smile and rosy cheeks.

“Hey!” Closing the space between them with eager steps, Johanna pulled her into a hug as soon as she was in arms length. She felt Kaisa’s arms sneaking around her middle as well as the smile on her face when she buried it in Johanna’s shoulders, and scented lavender on her hair. “I missed you. You look beautiful.”

Two months ago, Kaisa would have rolled her eyes and pointed out how they had seen each other the day before yesterday. She would have looked the other way if any couple was being as sappy in front of her, and considered herself too busy and focused on more important things to waste her time similarly.

That Kaisa was probably dead in a ditch at that point.

“Why do you say that?” She asked and didn’t move away from Johanna, not even an inch. She’d done her best to reign it in when picking her clothes for college, catching herself wanting to dress up as if she was going on a date. She supposed she was, but she was pretty sure she’d heard those romance movies that Tildy enjoyed so much saying it did no good to overdo your attempts to impress someone. It only made you look desperate.

But then again, she was currently clinging to Johanna like a koala, so she wasn’t sure she was doing too well on the desperation front.

“Because it’s true, and it’s true everyday, and I’m tired of limiting the amount of times I say it to you.” When she stepped back - minimally, their arms were still around each other, but looser now - Johanna was smiling and gazing into her eyes like she wanted to try and drown in them. “I thought you were the prettiest person I’ve ever seen since the first time I laid my eyes on you. I still can’t believe my luck that you let me be near you.”

If Kaisa had been blushing before, the way she felt like she had been for the whole weekend, now her face was burning up. What the fuck. People should <em>not</em> be allowed to talk like that in public. How was she expected to know how to deal with this?

“You sound like a medieval troubadour poet.” She said, trying and failing not to smile. Aware of Johanna’s eyes on her, she looked down at the grass as if it held the secrets that would save her from acting like a ridiculous teenager in love.

“Well, did they get the girl?”

“No, they usually died at the wars of reconquest first.”

For a moment, Kaisa was afraid she should have thought of something smooth and flirty to answer instead of blunt honesty, her worries were put to rest by Johanna’s twinkling laughter.

“Sucks for them, but I already consider myself more successful than their lot.” Her eyes were sparking with satisfaction when Kaisa dared to look back. “Shall we go? You must be starving after your long trip all the way here.”

After they untangled themselves from each other’s arms, Kaisa curtsied before her. “You know I would hike through the harshest terrains to get a glimpse of you, my lady.”

Though she scrunched her nose playfully, Johanna’s face gave away her delight as she hooked her arm through the one that Kaisa had offered her.

“Very on brand of you to try and outdo me, Don Quijote.”

“Don Quijote was insane, Anna.”

“And you aren’t?”

Gladly allowing herself to be defeated, Kaisa chuckled and pretended she wasn’t seeing the way Johanna was looking at her with so much open fondness through the corner of her eye. There had to be a limit of happiness you could feel at once without spontaneously combusting, right?

Something told her that she would go a good length of time testing that theory in the future.

………

“Listen, I’m not questioning you, I just don’t get it!”

They had just finished eating the somewhat questionable food that was offered in the nearest cafeteria, and technically it was time for Johanna to go home and study and for Kaisa to head to her lecture, but they loathed the idea to leave each other. Johanna had already suggested that Kaisa went to her house after the lecture so they could be together a little longer and she could drop her off at home, but it still felt like they were glued to their chairs, both unwilling and unable to separate from one another for any amount of time.

“I mean, what’s the philosophy behind it if you don’t eat any other animal, but do fish meat? What have they done? Have they sinned against you?”

“Yes.” Kaisa answered, her hands flat on her lap and her back straight as she kept her face the most serious she possibly could. “Fish do not blink. I don’t trust them. Therefore, they are sinners and deserve death by my fork.”

Johanna buried her face in her hands and laughed, taking Kaisa with her when she could no longer keep up the bit. She herself had considered turning vegan many times, especially since she began living with Edmund, but she knew she didn’t have the resolution to commit to it just yet. Kaisa, though, was nothing if not committed. In fact, Johanna was willing to place a bet on her only eating fish solely so she could make that joke.

“Okay, Kai, you win.” She said after taking one last sip out of her water bottle. “I subscribe to your brand of fishtianity.”

She bowed her head solemnly. “Welcome, new convert.” When she rightened her posture again, there was a teasing lopsided smile on her lips. “We’re going to have to find something else for you to call me now, though. ‘Kai’ is what Frida calls me and now it’s kind of… weird.”

“Yeah, that’s fair. I’m going to be straight with you, ‘sisterly’ is not how I picture our relationship being from now on.”

“Anna, that’s the least straight you could possibly be.”

It was a good thing she had finished her drink, otherwise she would have choked.

As she watched Kaisa look at her with a mischievous sort of satisfaction in her eyes, Johanna briefly wondered if she had been aware of this very issue when she gave her a nickname different from that which her family and friends called her by, but dispelled that thought when she remembered how very much unaware Kaisa had been when making moves on her. In that aspect, the girl really seemed as thick as the books she read.

Which brought her to the matter she’d been mulling over since talking to Alfred.

The conversation had given her the perfect hook to pop the ‘what are we’ question. Even if a loud cafeteria wasn’t the place she would have preferred that to happen, it was a quick and easy chance to end the dilemma that had been troubling her. She was just analyzing whether it would be too sappy to hit Kaisa with ‘can I call you mine, then?’, and whether Kaisa would even understand it as not being a joke, when a voice she didn’t recognize spoke from behind her.

“Kaisa, oh thank goodness, I have been looking for you everywhere!”

Johanna turned her head to see where that had come from, but not before she saw Kaisa’s eyebrows rise up in amusement.

“Well, in the new century we have this thing called ‘cellphones’ that we can use to talk to people. They really are quite magical, though I know elderly people like yourself can have some trouble with them.”

The tall woman squinted at Kaisa, her wild grey hair falling over her face.

“Didn’t know the humanities people were allowed to use them, that’s all.” She answered, sarcasm dripping from her words. “From the way you lot speak, I thought you were still sending pigeons to each other.”

Johanna’s presence was noticed by the newcomer when she snorted. Her eyes immediately softened when she noticed someone else was accompanying Kaisa.

“Oh, hello.” She said, looking like she didn’t exactly know what to do. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

Johanna greeted her back politely, quite confused but willing to try to fit in on that unexpected situation. Across from her in the booth, Kaisa sighed.

“Johanna, this is Victoria. She’s the asshole friend I told you about.”

Victoria’s eyes shined with recognition when Kaisa said her name. She stepped closer, and offered her her hand. Assuming that this was just how she greeted people, Johanna gave her hers for a handshake.

“Ah, so you’re the Johanna I’ve heard so much about!” She said cheerfully despite Kaisa’s clear warning glare. “A true shame your situation, I’m sorry to hear you’ve been burdened with being on the receiving end of this creep’s affection.”

“Victoria.” Kaisa hissed. “If you’re done, could you please just tell me why you’re looking for me?”

The woman blinked, and the spark in her eyes was replaced by a cloud of concern as she was reminded of her message. She bit the inside of her cheek and fiddled with her labcoat’s hem.

“Oh, that.” There was a stiffness to her voice now. “I’m sorry, maybe we should talk about that alone.”

Kaisa frowned. Victoria wasn’t usually one for seriousness. She only carried things like a burden when their weight hid a true importance, and the only time she could remember seeing her look truly austere was when comforting Kaisa after they met, when she had been crying in a hidden nook. Besides, she’d just confessed to Johanna for her, which, mind you, was concerning since Victoria had not opened Kaisa’s messages since the prior week and had no way of knowing they were actually on the same page now. Her saying they needed privacy wasn’t a good bearing.

"It's okay.” Kaisa found herself saying anyway. “I’m sure that whatever it is, it’s okay if Anna hears it.”

Still standing up beside their table, Victoria glanced at Johanna so quickly it was almost imperceptible, not quite sure about that affirmation.

“If you say so.” She reached into her labcoat’s pocket and picked up a small metal device. Kaisa recognized it as being one she’d shown her in her lab once, a small recorder Victoria had built herself so she could easily record experiments without a bigger gadget holding her down or having to bring her phone into the lab. There was also something about resisting ‘extreme weather events’, but she hadn’t been paying that much attention. “But I warn you that it’s upsetting.”

She placed the device in her hands, and sat down in front of her, by Johanna’s side in the booth. Both of them watched Kaisa closely and with concern, as she ignored the drumming of her heart and brought the machine close to her ear, finally pressing play.

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𐚁֙࿐ A+ PARENTING

toji fushiguro x fem!reader

Tags — fluff , banter , bad parent toji , good parent reader (though she’s not megumi’s bio parent)

Notes — none

"You lost your son again." Y/N informs with a deadpan, one hand resting on her hip as the other holds onto Megumi's, the child being distracted by the vanilla milkshake Y/N had bought him minutes earlier.

"Huh?" Toji, the bastard, looks up from his phone as he nonchalantly glances at the two.

"Oh, thanks." Toji replies dismissively before looking away again.

"You— ugh, why do I even bother?" Y/N asks herself, eye twitching in annoyance as she sits down on the bench next to Toji, Megumi settling comfortably on her lap.

If anyone were to pass by them, they would surely think Y/N was the boy's parent rather than the homeless-looking man sitting next to the pair.

"It was my lunch break as well..." Y/N whispers to herself with a frown, pulling out her own phone to send a quick text to her boss, who luckily decided to take pity on her. Small mercies.

"You're lucky I care about Megumi, otherwise I'd call the police on you." Y/N sighs deeply, idly raising one hand to pet the child's hair, smiling faintly at the sight of the relaxed boy.

"Isn't that what you did the first time?" Toji questions boredly, a half-hearted attempt to irritate the woman further.

"The first time you had forgotten him at a grocery store." Y/N refutes with a pointed glare at the man. "I didn't have much of a choice there."

Toji only rolls his eyes in reply, the action only furthering Y/N's annoyance.

"God, you're seriously the worst. Do you even know Megumi's age?" Y/N asks sarcastically, but as silence answers her, spanning on with no sign of stopping; she pauses.

Toji eyes stay stubbornly on his phone, not so much as flinching at Y/N's harsh gaze.

"...Why am I not surprised." Y/N irks, eyes narrowing at Toji distastefully, "He's five, you failure of a parent."

"His birthday was last week— how do you not know this? I took him for the entire day, for god's sake!" Y/N gestures her hands out in a show of childish annoyance.

"Oh, that's why you kidnapped that day." Toji mumbles thoughtfully, a look of realization crossing his face.

"Holy shit. I did not— I didn't kidnap him! You literally gave me permission you insufferable man!" Y/N hits Toji across the head harshly, ignoring his grumble of annoyance from the act.

"Megumi, promise me you won't end up like your dad." Y/N looks down at Megumi imploringly.

Megumi stares up at her blankly, green eyes blinking slowly in a cat-like manner before he gives a short nod of the head. "'Kay."

"And if you date someone, make sure they won't be a lousy, good-for-nothing, deadbeat parent who relies on a stranger to take care of their son." Y/N continues, ignoring Toji's tired glare directed towards her.

"'Kay." Megumi nods, taking another sip of his milkshake only to glance down and find it empty. "Can I have another?"

"Of course! I bet this bastard doesn't feed you enough anyway. Do you want to try the strawberry one this time?" Y/N cooes, hoisting Megumi up and settling him against her hip.

"There she goes, kidnapping my son again." Toji mutters sarcastically, just loud enough so Y/N would hear the jab.

Y/N's eye twitches, "Let's go Megumi, I'll get you two."

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solarwonux · 3 years

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59. “I’m still sore from last night.”

single dad!jungkook x f!reader

w.c: 2.3k

warnings: fluff, non-penetrative unprotected sex. Jungkook thinks too much lol.

note: hello, first and foremost, THANK YOU FOR 1K. I’m over the moon honestly, I found out while I was on my mini vacation and it just made it 10x better so thank you so much. Anyway, I hope you like this one, it was so much fun to write, let me know your thoughts. Send me a prompt or two if you’d like. hehe <3

sequel

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The single ray of light peeked through the slit of Jungkook’s dark curtains, making his eyelids flutter open in discomfort. He sat up on his elbows, looking over at your splayed-out body occupying the usual empty spot next to him. Arm lying lazily around his midriff and leg wrapped around his waist. In a poor attempt to hold him hostage. He could easily slip out without waking you up, but this was a rare sight for him. You in his bed, hair messily fanning out against his dark pillows, and his sheets hanging off your naked body. Your skin glowing under the peeking sun rays of the morning sun, painting tiny sunspots all over your body.

It was a rare sight for him because you rarely stayed over, and he wanted to revel in the quiet and still moment as much as he could. As much as you allowed him to do so. Before you woke up panicking peeling your limbs away from his body in a frantic sleepy search for your clothes that occupied every inch of his one-bedroom loft.

He was outgrowing it in every sense of the word. Last week he had to replace the crib in the far with a twin-sized bed, leaving little room to comfortably move around it. It had been proven to him last night when you accidentally bumped your knee into the corner of his daughter’s bed while you helped him clean up his place, while she was away at her grandparents for the weekend.

It was why you had shamelessly decided to stay over. It was why he was able to wake up next to you. Why he was contemplating on waking you up so the two of you could hunt for apartments together. Why he had been turning the same sentences over in his head, looking for the right way to ask you to move in with him. To marry him. Would asking the two questions side by side be too overwhelming, or will knocking two birds with one stone be the right thing to do?

He didn’t know, this was all new to him. Haneul’s mother didn’t want her, didn’t love her and left her to him before disappearing without a trace. You were the first person he called when he arrived at the hospital to pick her up. Having his daughter in his arms, a daughter he had no idea he had until that morning, was terrifying and in the midst of his breakdown, he dialed your number. You were his best friend back then, now you were his girlfriend and the only mother Haneul had ever and will ever know. He wanted everything to be official but he didn’t know how or if he should.

Frustrated, he lays down again, running his hand down his torso until it reaches your hand. He walks his fingers up your arm in a ghostlike matter, while humming quietly, contemplating the ever-present questions that he always found himself swallowing. It was never the right time, but the right time never seemed to come, so maybe he should just blurt it out and then hide away.

“Good morning,” you croak, sleep still present in your voice. A smile creeps onto Jungkook’s face, his thoughts fleeting to hide in the back of his mind again. He turns to face you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

“Good morning my beautiful girlfriend.” He hums leaving a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose before burying his head in your neck. You smelled like green tea and white sage; the scent of your body lotion and him. It made him feel calm. Though if he were to ever express that thought out loud you would just say that it was the work of your stress-free body lotion. But no, you smelled, felt like home to him and it made him feel calm.

You twinkle your fingers down his bare back, the gnawing emptiness in the pit of your stomach returns. Your alone time with him was coming to an end and you hated it. “I have to get up, I have to go.” You whisper, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of his head.

Jungkook makes a disappointed sound, tightening his hold around you. “No five more minutes.” He whines kissing down your neck and lifts his head. A smug smile painting his beautiful features. “I can convince you to stay.” He quirks a brow, rolling his hips into yours.

“Babe.” You place a hand on his chest, your head hitting his pillow again, as the pleasure overtakes your body. “I-I can’t, I’m still sore from last night.” You breathe out as he grinds his half-hard cock against you.

He hums, chest swelling up in disgusting testosterone-filled pride. He knows he rocked your world a few times last night. Still remembers how he had you screaming louder than usual underneath him, enough to have his neighbors banging furiously against his wall. “We don’t have to go all the way, we can just stay like this.” He whispers, kissing your temple, grinding his hips against yours experimentally. It was slow and careful. He didn’t want to work himself up to full mast without your verbal agreement. Jungkook always respected your boundaries and he knew your body better than anyone you had allowed to touch you in the past. So, if you were to tell him no as much as he wanted you not to he would stop without a complaint ever leaving his lips.

You smile and push him down, straddling him. “Okay but relax, I could literally hear you thinking while I was still sleeping.” You roll your hips, your clit brushing against the tip of his fired-up cock.

He lets out a pleasure-filled sigh, resting his hands on your ass, “I got a lot to think about.” He winks before moving up his bed resting his back against the headboard of his bed, your chest now against his. “Keep going, I want to paint your pretty lips with my cum.” He mumbles kissing your cheek.

“For a dad, you’re always horny. I thought having a kid would kill your sexual prowess.” You sigh running your wet pussy over his cock harder, your lips fluttering around him, ready to take him in fully.

He laughs, bucking his hips against yours, a whimper falling out of your lips. “It did at first, remember?” He hisses when your clit brushes up against his angry head again. He wants to be inside you so badly, but he knows he’s already pushing it just with this, though, he can’t complain. When it comes to you, everything was euphoric.

You nod, looking down at him with hooded lust-filled eyes, resting your palms against his shoulders to use him as leverage to go faster. “Y-Yeah, you couldn’t get it up for the longest time, now I swear, f-fuck, it doesn’t stay down.” You rest your forehead against his.

Jungkook moves his hand between your bodies, his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow careful circles, making you jolt. “I can’t help it, you’re so sexy, everything you do is sexy.”

“Mmm, don’t stop please.” You arch your back, your hard nipples brushing against his. The bars decorating them still catch you off guard. They had been an on the whim decision back in college during a particularly stressful finals week. You had held his hand throughout the entire piercing process and wiped away his tears as he made you swear not to tell anyone he cried in pain and came in his pants all at the same time. You did and have kept his secret ever since. Now using the ladder against him during sex.

He rubbed your clit fast, his cock trapped between the wet lips of your pussy, quiet pants falling out of chapped lips. The pleasure was building fast against the pit of your stomach, “I’m close baby, are you?”

Jungkook hummed, grabbing hold of your hips and rolling them against him. The change of rhythm was much more intimate and arousing. There was no space between the two of you, your clit was brushing against the short course hairs against his mound, and it was driving you insane.

“Yes, baby, do you want me to pull away?”

“No, no want to feel you close Kook.” You threw your head back, pulling on his hair, letting your desperate need take over your body.

Jungkook moaned your name silently, moving your hips faster chasing both of your highs, “Gonna let me cum on you my sweet girl, gonna let me paint you with my cum. God, I wish I could fuck it into you after, but we can stop here, just let go please.” He bit down on your neck, making you arch your back.

“Oh my-, I’m cumming Jungkook f-fuck.” You whimpered, letting your orgasm take over, moving your pussy harder against his cock, riding out your high. You looked so beautiful and fucked out, the image burning brightly inside the corner of his brain that kept all the dirty versions of you. Your swollen clit rubs over him one last time before he’s cumming. Hot sputters of his sticky white essence coating your cunt and his abdomen, your eyes wide as you watch him spill himself all over you, the immorality of it all, enough to get you going again if you could.

“That was sexy.” Jungkook pants, making you roll your eyes. He leaves a delicate kiss against your collar bone before looking at you with soft doe pleading eyes. You never understood how he could have the dirtiest things spewing out of his mouth one second and the next he’s looking at you the same way Haneul does whenever she wants a chocolate bar before dinner. “Did I convince you to stay longer?”

“Yes, but I might consider it more if you tell me what’s been bothering you since yesterday.” You tilt your head and stand up. Jungkook blushes when he truly assesses the mess the two of you had made, making his cock twitch at the sight. “Join me in the shower?”

“Wait.” He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you down on his lap again. “Not yet, wait a while please.”

“Jungkook as much as I wanted to be covered in your cum, it’s a little gross to just stay here cuddling.” You pout, running your hands through his hair pushing his dark bangs back.

“I know but,” he chews on his bottom lip, the questions from earlier return and he wonders if this is the right time. You sitting on his lap covered in his cum, or if he should wait until after the two of you have showered. This was truly driving him crazy and there was no way to hide from you because you knew him better than anyone else in this entire world.

“Babe, you're thinking again and loud. What’s wrong?” You run your index finger down the side of his, tracing the tiny minuscule freckles on his cheek connecting them.

“This is so hard, I don’t know how to just ask you to marry me and move in with me. It’s been driving me up the wall for like two weeks now. And like I don’t even have the ring yet, because it’s still being made, but they told me it would take only two weeks and it’s been a month because they’re backed up but that’s okay because they're short on staff. But I wish I had everything with me because I want everything to be perfect, you deserve perfect always and fuck, I-I just want you here forever by my side. By Haneul’s side because you make us complete and god, I don’t know how to ask you.”

There was a brief silence before you’re bending over laughing against his chest. Jungkook is left there sitting dazed and confused holding you as you laughed against him. Did he say something funny?

“Jungkook, I think you just asked me?” You lift your head, placing a hand against your chest trying to calm your nervous laughter and the pounding over your heart.

“Fuck,” he hits the palm of his hand with his forehead, his neck flushing red from embarrassment. “I didn’t want to ask you like that please, just forget about it.” He pleads sadly, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes. He wants the ground to swallow him whole.

“I don’t want you to.” You say stubbornly wrapping your arms around his neck, “and I want to say yes I will move in and marry you, will you let me?” Your fingers play with the hair resting on the back of his neck making him shiver.

He’s looking at you wide-eyed and in shock, “are you sure? We can forget about it and I can ask you when we’re not covered in cum and I have everything. I’ll even write a speech.” He says fast, his heart beating hard against his chest, threatening to fall out. The only other time he’s felt this way was when he held Haneul in his arms for the first time ever.

You shake your head, pecking his lips softly, scrunching your nose, remembering that two of you still hadn’t brushed your teeth yet. “I don’t want a do-over, this was perfect, I mean I still want my ring so I can show it off, but this was perfect. It was us.”

He lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders falling forward, letting the tension leave his body. He was stressed out for no reason. “I love you so much,”

“I love you, now can we shower?”

“Yes, and then we can get breakfast and pick up Haneul together?”

“Sounds like a dream come true.”

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