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loafgeto · 2 months

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FANTASIZE — 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. gojo satoru

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ having sexual fantasies about your landlord seems illegal, but what can you do when it’s gojo satoru?

⌗contents ⤥ fem!reader, she/her pronouns, explicit language used, landlord!gojo, no curses au, gojo and reader are in their 20’s (range not specified), masturbation (gojo catches you), pussy hungry gojo, oral, unprotected p in v sex, orgasms, creampie, deep penetration, pet names, not proofread

⌗wordcount ⤥ 4.7k

⌗notes ⤥ i literally thought abt this while on the toilet

finally, after a long and exhausting shift, you finally arrived back home. you were standing outside of the gates that lead into the apartment complexes, showing the security guard your identification before being allowed inside. you were tired and hungry, thinking about what to cook once you got into your home.

just as you’re reaching your apartment complex, you pass through the play area built for the children, and you notice a tall, white-haired man standing by a bench while a young child is running around with another on the playground. your heart stops when you realize it’s your landlord, gojo satoru.

while he was on the phone, you notice another man sitting on the bench, his dark hair nearly blending in with the night. you gulped, hoping to walk by without getting caught by either of them. why? because— you haven’t paid your last months rent.

you promised satoru you’d pay, but the next rent payment was due in a week and you hadn’t even sent him money. satoru didn’t bother with it during the first two weeks, however— he became impatient and was slowly demanding you pay the rent. even the co-landlord, suguru, was reminding you but rather, in a more gentle manner.

as you quietly passed by, one of the children spotted your presence. “oh! miss [name]!” the young megumi shouts out, putting the unwanted attention onto you.

oh… megumi, why?! you cursed mentally at yourself and made a quick hesitating expression before forcing a sweet smile and turning around. by that time, megumi and the other child, yuji, had jumped off the playground to greet you. they both approached you with their cute giggles, each hugging one of your legs. “megumi, yuji! what are you guys doing out here?”

“gojo and geto-san let us play outside for a little bit!” megumi answers when looking up at you. nodding, you glance at the two other men, who were deliberately surveying you— especially satoru. you clear your throat and look down at the two kids again.

“can we come to your house on saturday, miss [name]? i wanna bake cookies and watch pokemon again!” yuji questions, jumping up and down slightly.

“o-of course.. just make sure you guys get permission from your dad’s!” you reply, maintaining your smile as they pushed themselves off your legs. “i have to get home super quick now, ‘kay? just let me know by tomorrow.”

“okay, miss [name]!” they both cheered happily at the same time before scurrying back to the two men.

therefore, you took that as an opportunity to leave quickly and back to your apartment. when you arrived, you quickly unlocked the door and entered, nearly sinking to the ground. a smile slowly crept on your face and you slipped off your shoes before walking further into your home.

you glanced at the ground, noticing your broken vase was still scattered to pieces. you sigh, remembering your purse accidentally knocked it over and since you were rushing to work, you decided to clean it up once you got home. grabbing a broom from the kitchen, you swept it to the side by the wall, figuring you would gather it into the trash later.

after changing into something more comfortable, you went to brush your teeth and get ready for the night. a smile was still on your face, and well, the reason was simply because of satoru.

three months ago, you were apartment hunting after saving so much money— one of your work friends suggested you to tour an apartment from a landlord named gojo satoru.

the apartments he owned were absolutely marvelous and in your price range. but what even tempted you to sign rental agreement was satoru himself. he was someone everyone wanted: he had handsome features, a perfect build, an alluring voice, and most all, earned loads of money. to others, it was obvious that you had a huge interest in him, but it’s gotten to the point where you began developing feelings— way too much feelings. so much that you began fantasizing about him everyday.

it started off as fantasizing going on romantic dates with him— eventually to getting married, having kids, being the mom to little megumi. eventually leading to fantasizing you underneath him, holding him as he fucks into you. most would think it was absurd— to be obsessing over your own landlord who dislikes you at the moment.

but you liked the attention you were receiving from satoru. you two interacted many times before, but that’s mostly because of megumi. the child often ran into you, eventually getting close enough to where satoru allowed him to go to your house to bake cookies or for you to babysit. however, when you missed your first rent, satoru had came to your place— which, caught you by surprise, you thought he’d bring megumi but he was all by himself.

therefore, you intentionally pretended to forget to pay your rent, even though you did actually have the money to pay. of course, you were going to pay eventually, just so you don’t lose your apartment, but you were keeping up the act due to satoru’s appearances nearly everyday— demanding you to pay your rent. he’s gotten slightly aggressive over the past two weeks, but it never necessarily bothered you.

you pretend to avoid him, while still try to be around him. it was weird, maybe, but when you have a crush on someone, you usually end up doing things you don’t normally find yourself doing.

after getting into bed, you relaxed and got comfortable— but you feel as if you needed something else to cool your mind: thinking about satoru.

you felt lazy to grab one of your vibrators, so you decided to use your hands, imagining as if it was satoru’s instead.

“gojo, gojo, can i pleaseeee go to miss [name]’s house on saturday? pleaseeee,” megumi was whining to satoru repeatedly as they were heading back to their home. after saying their good nights to yuji and suguru, megumi just couldn’t shut up about you.

satoru was helping megumi get ready for bed, but the kid just couldn’t sleep until he said yes. and if satoru didn’t say much less of a no, or a simple no, megumi would throw a tantrum. satoru honestly didn’t know how to calm the child down whenever that occurs, so he makes sure to answer properly.

“maybe if she pays her rent, you can go,” satoru smiles at the kid, realizing his words slipped out without care.

“she did pay it! you just don’t check!” megumi pouts.

“oh megs, please just go to sleep. i’ll think about it tonight,” satoru replies with a sigh as he stands from kneeling beside of the bed and walks towards the door.

“nooo!! i wanna go, please!!” megumi begs, nearly crying at this point.

“gosh.. why are you so stubborn at this age,” satoru shakes his head as he was about to walk out. “fine, fine! you can go! just go to sleep, it’s late and if you don’t wake up in time tomorrow, you will not go, understand?”

suddenly, little megumi’s demeanor changed completely. he was now bubbly, smiling like crazy before getting comfortable underneath his blanket. “thank you, gojo! can you please go tell her that you said yes! i will tell yuji tomorrow, i’m so excited!” and without anything else, megumi was able to fall into a slumber.

satoru sighs yet again, shutting off the lights of megumi’s room before closing the door. honestly, he didn’t know what to do anymore, but he was glad megumi found company in someone else other than him— not that he does. satoru decides to flip through files, rental agreement files.

and of course, he stumbles upon yours. along with the papers that wrote payment overdue. satoru was pissed, to say the least.

satoru was lenient the first time, almost to the point of considering to not have you pay the rent— because, well, he also has an interest in you. his feelings began developing the day you both encountered, and he remembers trying so hard to get you to like the apartment. you both exchanged contacts that day once you signed the rental agreement, but it was nothing more than that. it initially surprised him when megumi asked to go to your place the first time, he hadn’t known then that you two were slowly becoming close as you’re adjusting to the new environment. but he shortly felt as if this was an opportunity for him to get closer with you.

now, they’re are definitely times satoru wanted to straight up say he had a fat crush on you, keeping it behind his mouth felt as if he was in high school again— however, he just couldn’t get the courage. he didn’t understand why, and most of the time, megumi would be cutting him off and grabbing your attention.

a few weeks ago, satoru was coming home with megumi, after picking him up from school. carrying the kid on his shoulders, megumi was saying this and that about wanting to visit your place. satoru was going to say yes, until: he detected you with someone else.

and that someone else ended up being suguru.

you both were chatting casually, it seemed you had also returned from work and stopped by to chat with suguru while little yuji was running around the playground with another child. watching at how you two interacted triggered satoru— the way you two smiled and laughed together, the way you tapped his arm when he said something that made you laugh. suguru was much bigger than he was, and definitely had more of the ladies’ attention.

however, in hindsight, satoru mistook your gestures and friendliness towards suguru as having feelings for him instead.

therefore, satoru suddenly became harsher towards you— but only because he was jealous of suguru and believing you liked him instead. even though his best friend didn’t show any display of affection towards you, satoru remembered the first impression you gave to suguru: “she’s pretty,” he complimented, but nothing else.

honestly, satoru felt quite immature to act like this. you weren’t even his girlfriend and even if you did like suguru, there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

satoru walked to his room, feeling utterly exhausted but still reached for his coat. as megumi wanted, he was going to deliver the message about him being allowed to go to your house on saturday to you, as well as remind you again about the rent.

the walk took no less than five minutes, though satoru often paused his steps or made circles because he felt anxious seeing you. of course, earlier he did see you when the kids were greeting you, but you barely even looked at him: at least, that’s what he perceived.

and when satoru approached the front of your door, he began anticipating as he hesitantly raises his hand to knock on the door. he leans back slightly, biting his lower lips as he thinks about what to say once you open the door. ‘hey, just wanted to say that megumi can—’ no, that wasn’t a good idea, he thought. ‘it’s time to pay your rent—’ well, not that either.

satoru shook his head, trying to surpass the feelings of nervousness before knocking on the door. and well, he must’ve knocked way too hard since the door cracked open. he stood there puzzled, and for a moment, he thought you were already on the other side. but realizing it was silent, he pushed the door open.

the first thing satoru noticed was the broken vase on the floor, causing his eyes to widen. did someone break in? is someone threatening her, is that why she can’t pay rent? dozens of thoughts were processing through his head as he enters further into your apartment, swallowing hard as more anxiety crawled up his back.

“[name]?” satoru calls out, and when you didn’t answer, he panicked even more. were you hurt? did something else happen here that he couldn’t grasp? satoru knew you lived alone, often inviting several friends or family members over but there was never anyone who looked threatening or intimidating to cause harm.

your apartment was clean, even though there were boxes and other things stuffed in corners and shelves, and there were no signs of any other damage aside from the broken vase. pulling out his phone, he readied to dial anyone. satoru was approaching your room at that point, bottled in his own thoughts as he looked around— he stands ahead of your bedroom door, realizing it was slightly cracked open, enough to where you can see the bed.

however, what satoru’s eyes laid upon was something unexpected.

the sight of you lying back on your bed, thighs spread open with your panties and underwear pushed down to your ankles, soft moans circulating the room caused blood to rush quick to satoru’s dick. while you were in your own world, satoru had been worried that something terrible might’ve happened to you. but you were just.. masturbating?

“f-fuck.. satoru..”

satoru’s eyes widened more when he hears you call out his name, causing his heart to thump and cheeks to burn red. were you imagining him right now? were you thinking about him touching you like that? the tightness of satoru’s pants began to poke out, throbbing nearly in pain as he watches you pleasure yourself because of him.

“need you to fuck me.. please..” your pleas and whines reached satoru’s ears like a melody, and he swore he could cum just by the sound of your pretty voice.

was this how you sounded like? was this how you moaned his name? it was driving satoru mad, making him want to push that door open and fuck you just like how you wanted. but, he felt like a creep— just standing there and watching.

satoru continued to watch you pleasure yourself before getting lost in his own thoughts, not remembering his phone in his other hand and dropping it to the ground. the loud thud causes the two of you to snap back into reality— sending you into an alert state and satoru into a panicked one. he cursed himself under his breath as he tries picking up his phone to quickly scatter out, but by now, you were already by the door.

“who’s there—?!” you nearly shouted, ready to attack and defend yourself against the person. but you were caught by surprise when you made eye contact with satoru.

the room became silent, as you both awkwardly stood and stared at each other for who knows how long. the embarrassment immediately got back to you, causing your face to burn and you could barely even formulate a proper response as satoru rubs the back of his neck.

“g-gojo…” you anxiously let out, averting your gaze in another direction. you could barely look him in the eyes.

“i didn’t mean to watch- or, i mean disturb you. i came at a wrong time, i’m sorry,” satoru slips out the response, also looking elsewhere while glancing back at you several times.

“you were watching..?” your face shoots up and satoru’s face nearly went pale.

“i- i just wanted to let you know that megumi is allowed to come over saturday, he wanted me to deliver the message!” satoru switches the topic as you avoid eye contact with him again.

“oh… i see,” you reply. the atmosphere was severely awkward, and you both didn’t know what to exactly or utter. “guess—”

“need help?” he blurts, eyes lowering back to you.

“help?” your eyes remain wide in shock and you can feel your heart pulsate quicker, nearly making your legs weak. you try to avoid gazes with him, but satoru reaches for your wrist just to get your attention.

satoru can feel his dick throb knowing that your needy pussy was underneath those tight shorts of yours, being forced to act normal when rubbing your thighs together out of embarrassment. he only imagines how wet you are— no, to feel how wet you are, to really know what kind of filthy girl you are. it was turning him on, and it was obvious from the bulge in his pants.

“i mean, from the way you were moaning my name, i figured you did,” satoru replies in a hushed tone, sending chills down your spine.

the moment was cut short when satoru leans in to kiss you, shocking you even more, but you instantly melted into his lips. you kissing him back with immense passion drove satoru insane, now that he figured out he had been the one all this time. he pushes his tongue pass your lips and into your mouth, hungrily searching for your tongue. you both share several soft groans before satoru grinds himself against you, allowing you to feel his erected dick.

“feel that?” satoru whispers when he leaned his head back to catch a quick breath, only receiving a small nod from you. “‘m so fucking hard, just because of you. gonna do something about that?”

“mhm.. of course..” you shyly replied, looking up at him with those nubile eyes.

you eventually find yourself on top of satoru, completely undressed aside from your soaked panties. you were facing his hard cock that was still being suffocated underneath his pants, meanwhile, satoru was beginning to tease your clothed clit with his middle finger. it made you whine, since you haven’t felt another’s touch in so long.

satoru pushes the material of your underwear to the side, getting a good view at your soaking cunt just dying to have someone’s cock drilled inside. “so pretty ‘nd perfect,” he whispers, his breath softly blowing against your clit.

“o-oh.. satoru,” you moan, feeling his tongue lap over your slit.

satoru circles his tongue around your clit, sucking it several times before working around your wet folds and pushing slightly pass them into your sopping cunt. you can feel ecstasy pump throughout your entire body, all just from his tongue.

“fuck.. your tongue- feels s’good..” you utter through your soft moans. “always fantasized you eating my pussy out like this.. a-ah..”

“yeah?” satoru hums, bringing a finger to rub circles on your clit while his tongue messily explored your cunt, licking and slurping all of your arousal that gradually coated down to his chin. your words dumped roughly on him, making his dick throb. “fucking hell. suck me off too, angel. need to feel your mouth around me.”

you push satoru’s pants down, along with his boxers that immediately causes his cock to spring out. you hold a breath as you take his length into your hand, watching as his pre-cum leaked out. you start with a lick around his tip, gathering the pre-cum on your tongue and earning a soft grunt against your pussy from him.

pushing your head down, you begin winding your tongue around his girth, sucking several times while pumping the rest with your hand. satoru’s cock twitches several times, nearly becoming sensitive under your touch and warm mouth. he proceeds to fuck your pussy with his tongue, thumbing your clit that causes your moans to vibrate around him.

“mm- ‘toru-”

“hush, baby. ‘ts okay, don’t want ya to choke. unless you like that,” satoru whispers, sinking his tongue into your pussy again, trying to slurp up all of your wetness. his nose easily brushes against your aching hole, sending you waves of pleasure.

you push satoru’s cock further into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, trying to maintain a pace. you could barely focus due to satoru’s tongue lapping your vulva and folds, inching into your cunt as if he’s marking as his territory. the tip of his cock softly slams against your throat, slowly pooling your eyes with tears.

“don’t forget to breathe, baby. oh fuck- keep sucking my cock like that- mhm- good girl,” satoru praises, grunting as he feels your mouth taking almost all of him. you could barely even handle it, yet you’re trying so hard— it was amusing, in a cute way.

your muffled moans sync with the sloppy sounds of your cunt being lavished with satoru’s tongue, the pad of his fingers rubbing your clit faster and causing you to reach an orgasm. grinding your hips slowly on satoru’s face was enough to tell him that, and he uses his other hand to slap the fat of your ass, eventually gripping it.

“gonna cum, baby. s-shit, in your mouth?” satoru glances at you, noticing you were bobbing your head as a response.

when satoru’s warm cum shoots into the back of your throat, it causes you to orgasm at the same time. your legs twitch from the sensations, but capturing his load was the main thing occupying your mind. you’d never thought you’d be situated with satoru like this— it’s just as if your fantasies are becoming a reality.

swallowing his cum, you push your head away and inhale several breaths while coughing lightly. shortly enough, you feel satoru pulling you back against him and turning your head. after sharing a long and sloppy kiss, he pins you on the mattress, spreading your thighs apart so that he’s in between them.

from what you could see, he was still hard. very hard. his aching tip was pressed against your entrance, teasing your clit and making you whimper. glancing up at him, you could see his flushed face— full of energy, arousal, and passion.

“d-do we need lube?” you innocently inquired, which choked a soft chuckle from satoru.

“not at all, baby. you’re so wet. feel that? feel how wet you are?” satoru hums when he guides his tip along your wet entrance, hoping it’d be an enough of a satisfying answer. you only nod, giving satoru a look and he reassures you with another kiss. “i’m gonna put it in now. tell me if it hurts, ‘kay?”

“‘kay..” you nod, biting your lower lips.

satoru groans as he inserts his cock past your folds, pushing your walls apart that clenches around him each time he inched deeper. you gasped as both hands went around his biceps and your fingers press into the skin, notably marking the area. your walls fluttered around him, accepting his thick and hard cock so earnestly.

“feel okay, love?” satoru questions, glancing down at you.

“mhm.. i’m okay, ‘toru..” you reply, indicating for him to move.

satoru slowly begins to move his hips, groaning at the feeling of your pussy when his cock slips in and out. for you, his cock was already kissing your most sensitive places that had moans fall from your mouth constantly. satoru gropes one your breast, pinching the nipple with two fingers as he nudges your deepest parts.

“f-fuck! satoru- your cock feels soso good-” you cry out when his pace fastens, nearly having your eyes roll back.

so, this is how her pussy feels like? satoru was lost in his own mind, lost in the feeling of your pussy. he was already addicted, wanting to be inside you forever and be able to dump his cum into you. to him, you’re perfect: everything about you is. he loved the feeling of your soft and delicate skin rubbing against his own, aside from your pussy kissing around his cock.

“you fantasize about this too, angel? fantasize about my cock fucking into your pussy like this?” satoru huffs as his thrusts initially became quicker— rougher, nearly filling you entirely up.

“yes! yes, ‘toru. always fantasizing about it.. about you- ngh..”

you could feel a knot slowly forming in your core as his cock continues to stimulate pleasure to your pussy. you could care less about the neighbor’s ears, knowing that another tenant’s room was on the other side of your headboard. as of right now, your landlord was fucking you, just like how you’ve always imagined about. the fact turned you on even more.

satoru groans, now pounding his cock into you, deep to the point it’s kissing your womb. the sound of skin slapping circulating the air along with your moans, making the room scream perfect sex. satoru presses a finger against your lips, signaling you to lower your voice when loud knocks on the wall is heard, telling you both to shut up. but how could you?

“i can’t- ‘toru. feels so good- ‘ts too much-” you cry out, bringing his finger into your mouth and swirling your tongue over.

“naughty girl. you really want to get a noise complaint, don’t you?” satoru chuckles, before throwing both of your legs over his shoulders. well, since he’s the landlord he could just dismiss the complaint whenever it came through.

“want them to know- how good you fuck me.”

and how could satoru deny such request? wrapping his hands around your thighs and pushing them against his chest, he pummels his cock deeper into you, getting screams out of your mouth. your breasts bounced each thrust, matching the gentle slams of the headboard ramming into the wall.

the angle of the position allowed satoru’s cock to perfectly grind against your g-spot, which is already sending you towards your next orgasm. his balls slaps against your vulva as he penetrates his cock deeper and deeper, feeling your walls clench around him each time.

you don’t know how long it’s been until you’re on your knees and hands, ass in the air as satoru fucks you from behind after another orgasm. gripping onto the sheets, you repeatedly cry out his name, just to feel his dick twitch inside of you.

“you’re such a perfect girl, you know that?” satoru proceeds to blurt out compliments, caressing your skin and pressing soft kisses on your shoulder blades to your neck. right now, he was just grateful that it’s him— that he is the one able to do this with you.

“sa-satoru— ngh- i’m cumming-”

satoru was close to cumming too. he wanted to dump his next cum load into you, stuff you up to the brim and feel you milk him dry. “cum on my cock, baby. c’mon,” he encourages, pushing your hips back with both of his hands as you reach your climax.

“cum in me, ‘toru! pleasee!” you cry out next, turning your head to make eye contact with him.

satoru’s eyes wide at the sight of your lewd expression, telling him to fill you up. and so he does. he does a final deep thrust, dumping his heavy and warm load all saved just for you. satoru feels your walls pulsate around him just before he slips his cock out.

from there, you both remain in silence once more, catching breaths before satoru collapses on top of you.

“three months..” satoru whispers against your ear, utterly confusing you.

“what?”

“i’ll give you three months free of rent, maybe more if you go on a date with me.”

“that’s not fair to the other tenants though.”

“they don’t have to know.”

you giggle, turning around so that you’re completely facing him. cupping his cheeks into your hand, you lean in to give him a kiss— a more subtle kiss. “alright then. a date is settled.”

as satoru entered his apartment, he was surprised to stumble upon— a rather, agitated suguru. arms crossed over his chest, it seemed as if satoru had done something to piss him off.

“sugu—”

“do you know how many times i’ve called you? 17 times! i even messaged you and you answered none of them!” suguru rambled and satoru easily noticed fumes erupting from his ears. “you should be grateful that megumi can take care of himself.. gosh, he’s only what? seven? i can’t believe you left him home alone. what if something bad happened?”

“look— suguru—”

“ugh, whatever. i made sure megumi got to school safely with yuji. make sure you pick them up later and drop them off at [name]’s house, we have a meeting this evening,” suguru cuts satoru off again as he grabs his coat, not leaving any room for satoru to explain.

“suguru—”

“why do you look like you just..” suguru pauses once he got a good observation of satoru’s appearance. “did you drink last night?”

“wh— what? ABSOLUTELY not!” satoru defends himself.

“uh huh.. hurry up and get ready,” suguru dismisses it once more before leaving the apartment.

well, guess satoru didn’t really need an explanation after all.

LOAFGETO. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

a/n: me after using the word cock

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scalingsvt8thusiast · 23 days

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Wait for your love (angst)

summary: you wait in silence, waiting for wonwoo to finally love you

inspired by Ariana Grande's We Can't be Friends (AKA Wait for your love)

a/n: I wrote this in a fever dream, some suggestive themes but nothing much apart from that. It's a 2 part fic. so look out for part 2 I guess :D

I didn’t think you’d understand me

You remembered the first interaction you had with Wonwoo. You had asked him for help with some maths question back in high school.

“I don’t think that’s the right answer…” You whispered, watching him flush red as he rummaged through his pencil case clumsily looking for his eraser.

“My maths isn’t very good!” He cried, erasing the answer that was so far off.

“Oh! How about we try this!” You stuck your tongue out as you worked on the question using another method.

The both of you flipped to the back of the book to check the answer. You remembered the look of awe Wonwoo gave you when your answer was right.

Wonwoo was the quiet kid, the one who sat at the last row of class, always looking out the window, not paying attention in class. He wasn’t a star student or an athlete so on the popularity scale he was basically non-existent. You weren’t far off either. Pigtails and braces meant you weren’t much higher than him on that god-forsaken scale. But that’s what brought the two of you together.

After that first interaction, you started warming up to your quiet seatmate. You joined him in the cafeteria, asked him out on study dates, even dragging him to his first hangout. You liked to think that he just accepted his fate, the two of you were destined to be friends.

Somewhere along the line of your friendship, you started developing feelings for the scrawny boy. You couldn’t pin point exactly when or what caused your infatuation. You just remembered realising his facial features were so sharp, his shoulders were so broad and his hands were so large and warm. Was it when your hands met in the popcorn tub during the Star Wars reruns at your local cinema? Was it when you stared too deeply into his eyes during a round of cards? Was it when he picked you up and ran a whole lap around the park to prove a point?

You couldn’t remember. But it felt like you had been liking him for the longest time.

I’ll wait for your love

Everything changed after graduation.

The break before university was due to start, you had gone off to stay with relatives in Paris while Wonwoo had gone off to stay with his brother in Seoul. The two of you were scheduled to attend the same universities, even scheduled to live together. It was only natural considering how long you two had been friends. He would arrive from Seoul first and you were due to arrive 2 weeks after, just in time for the first day of school.

You were thoroughly surprised by the boy man who greeted you at the front door.

“Wonwoo?” You said, blinking rapidly.

Where was the scrawny, skinny boy you were familiar with? Who replaced him with this tall, handsome and extremely well built man?

“Y/n!” Wonwoo beamed at you, immediately helping you with your bags.

You were momentarily taken aback by his voice. His high pitched, nasally voice had developed into a deep baritone.

“How was Seoul?” You had managed to croak out, still dumb struck by the massive change your best friend went through.

“Great. I actually met quite a few friends in the same uni.” Wonwoo’s eyes held an excited glint.

You hummed, wondering how your anti-social and shy friend had managed to become a social butterfly.

You should have known that was the first sign of the inevitable downfall of your friendship.

Throughout the next few weeks, you were busy trying to get settled into your new life while Wonwoo was busy partying his life away. He would leave each night and return at wee hours of morning.

You remembered the first time you went to pick him up.

“Y/n,” He drawled over the phone.

You turned to check the clock, it was 4AM. “Wonwoo?”

“Can you come-,” A loud cheer erupted in the background. “Can you come get me?”

“Oh, ok!” You said, pushing your blanket aside. “Text me the add-,”

He hung up.

DING

You received the location from him.

Trying to look as presentable as possible, you hopped into your car. Driving to your best friend with Google Maps as guidance.

You arrived at the party, expecting Wonwoo to be waiting for you by the road, ready to leave. But he was nowhere to be found. Wonwoo wasn’t waiting for you in front of the house, he wasn’t even standing with the groups of people near the front door.

You tried his phone again but you were sent straight to voicemail. You jumped out of the car and went into the house. You tried your best to push through the multitudes of drunk people, looking for your best friend. Finally you found him, playing beer pong and boy, did he suck.

“Won?” You said, coming up next to him.

“Y/N!” He shouted, throwing his arms around you, dragging you into his chest for a hug.

“Won, let’s go.” You coaxed, your nose crinkled from the strong stench of alcohol.

“Everybody!” Wonwoo bellowed, “This is my friend! Y/N!”

You were horrified as everybody turned to look at you. You gave an awkward smile and squeezed his arm.

“Wonwoo, let’s go, please.” You begged, you had a class in 2 hours and you wanted to get home in time for at least 1 more hour of sleep.

“But y/n, you just got here!” Wonwoo whined, he pouted.

“Oh God, Woo, please.” You implored, biting your lip. You weren’t comfortable, you didn’t know anybody here and you had an overgrown child hanging onto you.

“Okay,” Wonwoo quipped. “But only because you asked nicely.”

That was how you managed to get your housemate home.

Wonwoo never apologised. He didn’t speak to you the whole week, he kept himself shut in his room while you went about your day. You tried knocking on his door, offering some food you had made but he never responded.

After that incident, you noticed that he would do it more often. He would call you at odd hours of the morning, asking you to come pick him up, flirt with you then subsequently pass out on the couch.

You found yourself getting hopeful. You deluded yourself into thinking that Wonwoo was doing this because you were the only person he trusted. You just had to wait a little longer for him to realise his feelings for you. You just had to wait.

“Y/n, I love you soooo much,” Wonwoo slurred, you had slung one of his arms around your shoulder, walking him to your car.

“Won, please.” You said, trying your best not to be effected by his empty words. You pushed him against the car while you fumbled for your car keys.

Suddenly you felt your world spin, when it stopped you were face to face with your best friend. Wonwoo had flipped you over, your back now pressed against the car, his arms to your sides, caging you. His face was a whole ten centimetres away from yours. You could feel his breath on your face, your heart beat rapidly rising, one of your hands gripping his bicep to keep yourself steady.

“Y/n, you’re so pretty.” He muttered, he placed a hand on your cheek. His eyes were on your lips. His tongue licking his own.

“You’re drunk.” You whispered, you used all your strength to push against his chest.

He didn’t move. Next thing you know, his lips were on yours.

That was how you lost your first kiss to your best friend.

You cling to your papers and pens, wait until you like me again

After that kiss (wherein he subsequently passed out on you), Wonwoo seemed to avoid you even more.

He no longer called you when he needed a ride home, instead his friends would send him home. You had met 3 of his friends: Mingyu, Vernon and Seungcheol. They each seemed to take turns dragging Wonwoo’s drunk ass into the house. Surprisingly they would all be sober each time. Which made you wonder if Wonwoo just had a habit of calling random people to send him home.

“Y/n?” Wonwoo’s voice came.

You shot up from the dining table, you had just been busy revising for your upcoming tutorial. Wonwoo never spoke to you, so this was a shock.

“I was wondering,” He cleared his throat, “could you help me with this?”

You blinked, he was holding a few pieces of paper.

“Sure!” You chirped, a little too cheerily.

Of course you would help your best friend. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t spoke to you in months. It didn’t matter that he had ignored you when you tried to wave at him on campus. It didn’t matter that he pretended not to know you among his new friends.

Wonwoo was your best friend, so you were going to bury your feelings and help him.

“Thanks.” He smiled.

That smile that made your stomach do a summersault. That smile that threw you back to your teenage years, when he would smile at you and only you.

It became a routine. He only spoke to you when he needed help with work. Even though you weren’t in the same course as him, you found yourself studying up on what he needed, just so you could help him.

You found yourself staying up late, studying for both your finals as well as his finals. Just so when he came home the next day from some party, you could help him.

You helped him because that was the only chance you had to speak to him.

You helped him because that was the only time he showed you any attention.

You helped him because you loved him.

Just wanna let this story die

Wonwoo brought a girl home.

It was 4AM in the morning, you were cramming for your exams the next day after looking through Wonwoo’s materials for his tutorial the day after. You could literally feel your head overheating with all the knowledge you were shoving into your brain. You stood up, deciding to stretch out your unused muscles when you heard the front door open. It was opened with so much force that the door banged onto the wall, causing you to jump.

“Wony!!!” You heard a voice, it wasn’t that low voice you so loved from your house mate. It was a high pitched squeal which you were sure your house mate could not have produced.

A yelp could be heard followed by loud shushes.

You pushed your door open a smidge, peeking out into the hallway.

You blood ran cold.

Right by the front door was Wonwoo, making out with a girl.

You could feel a lump growing in your throat as you shut your door. You closed your eyes, trying your best to erase the sight. The image of your best friend’s lust-ladened eyes, arms encircled around another girl, lips on hers was burnt forever your memory.

You felt yourself crumple against the floor. Your stared blankly into space for what felt like hours. The pit in your stomach grew with every second that passed. When you finally found the energy, you crawled over to your bed. Tears seeped from the corner of your eyes as you buried your face into your pillow. Trying to muffle the loud moans and groans coming from the other room. You brought a hand to your mouth, trying not to make a sound as you cried yourself to sleep.

So for now it’s only me, and maybe that’s all I need

“He’s a fucking asshole.” Chan cursed.

You smiled weakly at your friend. The two of you sat in a booth at Chan’s favourite bar. You didn’t drink but he did. Chan had forced you out after you refused to leave your room for weeks.

“He knows you have feelings for him.” Chan hissed. “There’s no fucking way he doesn’t.”

You shrugged. After much pestering, you had finally relayed everything to Chan. Everything. From when you first met Wonwoo to when he brought a girl home.

“I thought I would wai-,” You voice came out as a whisper, ashamed.

“Please don’t tell me. Wait?” Chan finished for you, tilting his glass of beer towards you.

“Yup.” You said with a sigh.

“Why wait for someone like him? Why wait for someone who doesn’t even care about you?” Chan said, sounding angrier and angrier by the second.

His question stung. Deep down, you didn’t want to admit it, but you knew Wonwoo didn’t care about you. You knew he was just using you, keeping you around only because you made his life convenient.

“Move out.” Chan demanded.

“What?” You blurted, “Chan, I can’t just move out!”

“Yes you can.” Chan pointed to himself. “Move in with me, I have a spare room!”

“But what about Wonwoo?”

“What about that asshole?” Chan rolled his eyes.

“I can’t just leave him like that.” You said, exasperated. You weren’t about to leave your best friend alone.

“Why not?” Chan argued. “You think he won’t do the same to you? He’ll drop you the first chance he gets, y/n.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. You loved Chan but there were times when he was too blunt.

“Chan, please.” You whispered, tears started rolling down your eyes.

“Ok, I’m sorry.” Chan immediately panicked. “I’m sorry I said that.”

He moved to sit next to you, rubbing your back as you sobbed into your bowl of fries.

You moved out the next day, without so much as a goodbye to your childhood friend.

a/n2: not very good at writing, quality is absolute crap imo considering i wrote this in under an hour. anything you guys think I should improve in lmk!

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hazybisou · 5 months

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❛ FRAT PARTIES & THAT ONE EX ❜

🏹 the drink you spilt all over me, “lover's spit" left on repeat

paring ; fem!reader x luke hughes

summary ; after the win against michigan state, a huge party was thrown at one of the frats. while there, remi just so happened to run into an old flame of hers. obviously they hit it off, she just didn’t seem to remember he was her husband.

author’s note ; (this takes place last year in october) once again this is getting written at night. anyways can we talk about how cute fine asf 😫🥵 luke looks in the photo above. so cute 🥰. anyways continue sending in stuff about these two that i wanna talk about them. i feel like getting ear plugs rn to block out my brothers snoring. i have to share a room with him while i’m home for thanksgiving.

the room felt humid. well, of course it did. there must be over a hundred people in the house, maybe even more. umich football had just beat michigan state with a score of 29-7. the evening of, a party was thrown in celebration.

remi stood off to the side with some of her friends from the cheer team and some of her sorority sisters. although she was somewhat exhausted from all the shouting and stunts she had done earlier, she still went to the party. it was expected of her to be there as she‘s a part of the cheer team for umich.

she never really understood why she came to these things. she would much rather be in her bed, the blankets over her body as she binged watched christmas movies while eating ice cream. yet she was here. remi had this gut instinct saying she should be here, she needed to be here.

“remi, how come you don’t have a man?” katie, a friend of hers from cheer, asked.

remi shrugged, “i mean none of them seem to be the one, you know. every guy i’ve been with, all they want to do is fuck.”

“well, don’t you know?” eve, a sorority sister of remi’s, said. “i could treat you way better.” she said as she wrapped an arm around remi who chuckled as did everyone else.

remi gave her a kiss on the cheek. “i’m sure you can. i’m sure you all can but i dont swing that way.”

“such a shame. you’re hot as fuck.” vicky said. “i’d hit.”

remi playfully rolled her eyes. “i’m sure you would.” she looked behind vicky. “but maybe you should let someone else hit that sweet ass of yours.”

“who?” vicky said as she rose an eyebrow at remi.

remi pointed behind vicky and the group of girls looked to where remi was pointing to see a boy who was leaned up against a counter, staring at vicky.

vicky smiled at him and he turned away towards his friends. “he’s cute.” everyone hummed in agreement.

“yeah, he is.” remi smiled at vicky who had turned to face everyone. “now go.” remi told vicky who shrugged and began to walk over towards the boy.

they watched as the two began to talk.

“well, aren’t you quite the matchmaker?” katie said in a teasing tone. “maybe we should play matchmaker on you.”

remi grimaced . “yeah, no thanks. for all i know, you would put me on with McCarthy.” remi knew how flirtatious JJ could get but he just wasn’t her type.

“worth a shot.”

remi smiled and shook her head. “i am going to go get a drink. outside.” the girls gave her a nod and remi turned around to walk towards the sliding door which led outside. she made her way through the crowd of sweaty dancing bodies, and into the backyard of the frat house. she took note of how there were more people outside than inside despite it being bigger inside.

she made her way down the steps of the patio, red solo cup in hand as she made her way to the keg. some random guy had shown up with multiple kegs on behalf of the fraternity.

remi made her way to where she saw one available and just as she was about to grab the tap, someone else had gotten to it.

“oh.” remi let out surprised as she came to halt and waited for the guy to be down with it. she stood there awkwardly and patiently as she watched the guy pour beer into his cup.

he looked up to see remi standing there, looking anywhere but at him. she turned to look at him and smiled before looking back at the crowd in which was filled with blue and maize clothing. “oh, i’m sorry. were you gonna grab some?”

remi turned back to him and nodded, “yeah, but it’s fine. go ahead.” she dismissed.

“oh, no, go right ahead. i’m sorry i didn’t notice you earlier, i would let you gone first.” he explained.

“are you sure? i’m fine waiting.” he nodded. remi smiled at him before grabbing the tap out of his hand and pouring herself a drink.

once she was done she handed it back to him. “thank you…” she dragged off waiting for a name.

“luke.”

“thank you luke.” remi turned around and began to walk back inside to meet up with her friends again.

luke stood there with a smile on his face before snapping out of his trance, realizing remi had left and began to walk away. “wait!” he yelled over the extremely loud music as he began to jog to catch up with her.

remi looked next to her to see luke standing there. “yes?” she looked up at him. holy shit, he’s tall.

“i never got you’re name.” luke told her as he let out small breaths trying to get it back after his small jog.

remi pursed her lips before smiling. “you’ve got to earn it.” she said and began to walk up the steps to the patio as she drank from her cup.

luke walked next to her. “oh, come on. i told you my name. the least you could do is tell me yours.”

remi bit her lip slightly. “we’ll see.” she grabbed his hand and began to drag him inside. “for now, however, you’re gonna play a round of beer pong with me.”

luke grinned as he let her drag him inside towards the kitchen.

luke and remi were drunk. maybe a little too drunk.

the pair had won at beer pong and remi declared luke as her new partner for the game. after one round, the two had left the table and made their way towards the couch where they happened to spend hours on, talking.

luke had found out that remi was in her sophomore year and was majoring in health and medicine. he also seemed to find out that she was in Alpha Phi. although the team was close to most of the girls from Aphi, he never happened to see remi. remi told him how she was a part of the cheer team and how she has loved doing cheer ever since her junior year of high school.

remi got to know luke better. she found out he was in sophmore year as well and has the intention of majoring in sports management. he told remi how he played for the school’s hockey team as a defenseman. he wore number 43 so if remi were to ever go to a game of his, she would be able to spot him.

the two were too engrossed in their conversation that they lost track of time.

luke was in the middle of telling remi a story from when he was a kid. remi couldn’t seem to stop laughing. luke enjoyed hearing her laugh as he laughed himself.

“wait-wait, so you’re telling me that your brother ripped off his braces.” remi began to laugh again, “omg that must’ve been funny.”

luke nodded. “oh trust me, it was. he got a lecture from our mom.”

remi chuckled. “you’re have very interesting brothers, you know that.”

“i’m well aware.” he told her as the two smiled.

“what about you?” luke asked remi.

remi was confused “what about me?”

“you don’t have any funny, weird story from when you were a kid?” luke wondered.

remi thought. of course there was. she just didn’t know what to say. “i mean i broke my arm.”

luke raised his eyebrows. “must’ve been a fun trip to the hospital.”

“yes it very much was. the EMT was hot.”

luke chuckled. “you had a crush on the EMT?” remi nodded. “how cute.” luke smiled.

“you’re cute.” remi said as her hand rested on the cushion.

luke grinned. “i know.”

remi scoffed and grabbed the pillow next to her, hit luke in the chest with it. “you weren’t supposed to agree.”

“but it’s the truth and i know it is.” luke replied.

remi rolled her eyes playfully. the two sat there in silence for a second. remi took the moment in. she enjoyed having luke around. although she knew after tonight she might not see him.

“hey, i was wondering-”

“oh there you are!” the two turned towards the voice. vicky stood there with her eyes wide. “oh i’m sorry for interrupting whatever,” she motioned between the two, “this is.”

“it’s fine. what’s wrong?” remi asked.

“we got to go.” vicky said.

remi grabbed her phone and saw the time. 12:32. “oh shit. um, ok. luke it was talking to you but i really have to go.” remi told him as she got up and made her way towards vicky.

“yeah it was nice talking to you too.” he said as he sat there before saying, “wait before you go, can i have your insta?”

“oh sure it’s-”

“let’s go, we’re gonna be even more late.” vicky rushed remi.

remi turned to luke. “you know what, just give me yours and i’ll follow you back later.”

luke nodded and wait for remi to unlock her phone and open instagram. once she did, she handed her phone to luke who took it in his hands and began to type out his user. he handed her the phone back.

“i’ll see you later luke.” remi said to luke as she waved bye. vicky grabbed her hand and began to walk them out of the house.

“i never got your name.” he shouted after her but she had already gone out the door.

luke stood there. “well now what?”

remi had gotten back home at the sorority house and was now laying in bed with her pajamas on. a long sleeve and plaid pink pajamas. she had the covers over her as she scrolled through her phone.

she had opened instagram and saw a profile open. she looked at the user and her eyebrows furrowed slightly. remi looked at his bio and saw the name ‘luke hughes’. she smiled at the memory from earlier before she clicked follow and went to her homepage.

she spent the next couple of minutes on her phone before finally she turned it off and put it on her nightstand. vicky and danielle were already asleep as they had a long day tomorrow.

remi turned her small lamp off and turned towards the wall. she stared at a small photo of her as a little girl with a boy next to her. she was wearing a white dress while he was wearing a white polo shirt with khaki shorts. he was leaning down and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

the moonlight that shone through the curtain giving her a clear view of the photo. she looked in the corner and saw the initials l.h next to hers, ‘r.t’.

“huh. kinda looks like luke.”

she shrugged it off before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

remi groaned as the light peaked through the window. she grabbed a pillow and put it over her face to block out the sunlight.

“get up.” she heard. she opened her eyes and peaked over her pillow to see danielle and vicky standing there, up and ready.

“get out and leave me alone.” she grumbled and saw how vicky and danielle shrugged before exiting the room and into the hallway but not before closing the door.

remi grabbed the pillow and set it aside next to her. she stared at the ceiling for a good minute before she sat up. a little too quickly if anything. her eyes close as she brought her fingers to her temple. “oh, drinking is a bitch.”

she grabbed the covers and pulled them off of her as she got out of bed. she slipped on her slippers and began to make her bed.

remi spent the next 1 and a half getting ready. she showered, brushed her teeth, did her hair and much more.

she walked up to her night stand and grabbed her phone. she saw how she had gotten a dm on instagram. “who the fuck texted me?”

she unlocked her phone and opened instagram. remi relent to her dms and saw she had more than 4 dms from luke. she smiled to herself.

she quickly opened them as she began walking down the hallway and read the first one which was a simple hi.

she continued to read them until she got to one that seemed to make her stop what she was doing.

luke

i think we might’ve gotten married

luke

and before you start saying we were probably drunk i mean we got married but in kindergarten

i think we went to the same elementary

seen at 11:43

remi stood in the middle of the hallway and had a blank look on her face. some of her friends came out of their rooms and gave remi a weird look, some asking each other if she was ok.

what does he mean they got married? she didn’t remember any of that. “married? i barely remember anyone from elementary, let alone kindergarten.” remi murmured to herself.

remi got to thinking. surely, her parents must have had a photo of this supposed “wedding”. when remi had moved into her dorm during her freshaman year, her parents had given her a box full of photos from when she was a little girl. when remi moved into the sorority house, she had hung up all photos onto a bulletin board next to her bed. the photo. from last night.

she snapped out of her trance and began to text him back.

remi

WHAT??

that’s crazy

there is no way my husband from when i was 4 years old is you

seen at 11:45 am

luke

oh so you remember

seen at 11:45 am

remi

just now yes

seen at 11:45 am

luke

i doubt that

seen at 11:45 am

remi

oh rlly?? ok what was the name of the school?

seen at 11:46 am

luke

you a stalker or smth?

seen at 11:46 am

remi laughed and watched as luke told her the name. “what the fuck?” she thought out loud.

remi

no shit

i went there too

well for a while until i moved here from toronto

seen at 11:49 am

luke

uhh maybe it’s a coincidence

seen at 11:49 am

remi

sure

yknow what give me a sec

seen at 11:50 am

remi turned around and began to walk back to her room. she opened the door and made her way to her bed before she jumped onto it. she searched her bulletin board and found the photo of her and that boy. she snapped a quick photo and sent it to luke.

remi

*sent a photo*

opened at 11:52 am

luke

ok that’s weird

seen at 11:52 am

remi

how so?

seen at 11:52 am

luke

bc that’s me

seen at 11:52 am

remi’s eyes widened. “holy shit.” it all made sense to remi now. the little boy in the photo was luke. the initials on the bottom, ‘l.h’ meant luke hughes. “aw i got married.” remi smiled. she felt her feet swing in the air.

remi

it all makes sense now

look at the bottom

r.t + l.h

you are my husband 🥰🥰

seen at 11:55 am

luke

i’m guessing you’re my wife 🙄

seen at 11:55 am

remi

you know you love me

seen at 11:55 am

luke

🌚 sure

seen at 11:55 am

remi

shut up

seen at 11:55 am

luke

well that’s just amazing

i meet my ex wife once again

seen at 11:55 am

remi

technically we never got a divorce sooo 😉

seen at 11:55 am

luke

wtv 🙄

seen at 11:56 am

remi

you’re so sassy

i like it 😉

seen at 11:56 am

luke

ok moving on

how abt this

you give me your number and we can go on a little date

i’d like to see my wife again

seen at 11:56 am

remi

oh i’m sure you would

seen at 11:56 am

luke

so what abt them digits??

seen at 11:56 am

remi

never say that ever again pls

but fine

xxx-xxx-xxxx

seen at 11:56 am

luke

thank you

also fully noted

seen at 11:56 am

remi

how about tmrw?? at like 6:30

seen at 11:57 am

luke

let me think about it

🤔🤔

deal

seen at 11:57 am

remi

perfect

seen at 11:57 am

remi

i gotta go

i’ll text you later hubby 😉

seen at 11:57 am

luke

bye remi

seen at 11:57 am

remi smiled at the fact he called her by the name he used to say almost every day when he was little.

remi

goodbye lukey

seen at 11:57 am

omg it’s done after like two days 😱😱😣 anywyas it’s 3:41 am rn and i am too tired and have class early morning today kill me 😣 anywyas hopefully you enjoy this and umm SEND IN MORE STUFF ABT REMI & LUKE 👹👹 i love answering all the asks i’ve been getting 🥰 bye bye 🫶

#isa’s works 🦭#isa’s au’s #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #nhl #umich hockey #new jersey devils #college hockey #kindergarten husband au

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mvltixcc · 3 months

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Girls Like Girls - Robin Buckley X Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: Robin has a crush on the new girl in town. Y/N is also a new member of the cheer squad, which means Robin sees her all the time at games and other school events. Unfortunately, Robin is put in a tough situation. She's scared to talk to her because the cheerleaders have a reputation of being mean girls and she fears that Y/N may not feel the same. Little does Robin know that Y/N does not appear as she seems. Y/N becomes best friends with Eddie, which seems unlikely at the surface due to different social circles. This leads to rumors of course and word spreads like wildfire here at Hawkins, which then makes Robin's feelings even more confusing. After hanging out with Steve and the gang, Robin starts to see a different side to Y/N. Will they end up together or will they just remain friends?

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“You know what Buckley, if you’re gonna criticize the way I do my job why don’t you just do it yourself.” Steve said jokingly, handing Robin a vhs tape and headed back to the counter.

“It’s not my fault you don’t know anything about movies.” She chuckled as she put the movies away.

“Well you have fun with that, I’m gonna go man the register.” Steve said as he continued to walk away from his friend. Robin continued to put away the tapes, a few people came in here and there but it was mostly dead on this particular Friday night. Which was odd, all things considered. It was around 8 o'clock when a group of people had walked in.

“Welcome to Family Video, let me know if you need help finding any-, oh great here we go.” Steve said as the group walked in. “What?” Robin asked, as she was restocking the candy display. She stopped in her tracks for a moment, looking up from her spot. “Oh uh hey there.” Robin stammered.

“Hi Robin!” Y/N said excitedly. Robin had a hard time putting words together. You usually came here at the same time every Friday to pick out a movie. Robin almost thought you weren't coming because it had gotten so late. But there you were, standing in front of her in your cheer uniform. 'Practice must have gone late." Robin thought to herself. She stood from her spot to get a better look at you. ‘God she looks so pretty.’ She thought. A few people walked in the store, causing a slight breeze to head in your direction. She caught a scent of your perfume. She closed her eyes for a moment as she took in the smell, it was sweet and gentle. It smelled of vanilla. “Are you gonna pick a movie or what Y/N?” Eddie interrupted, bringing Robin out of her thoughts.

“Yeah yeah yeah, just give me a minute you goose.” Y/N turned to her friend and said jokingly. She walked over to the movies and went section by section to find the right one.

“Okay let's not destroy the display guys.” Steve said dreadfully as he walked over to the rest of the Hellfire club trying to clean up the mess of his hard work he had done earlier.

“Boooo, you’re no fun Harrington.” Gareth had mocked. Steve picked up the last item, sarcastically laughing back the comment. “I’m fun, I’m Steve Harrington for god sakes.” He muttered under his breath as he walked back behind the counter.

Robin watched you as you pondered for the right film. You had gone aisle by aisle with no luck. Then suddenly you had picked up a movie and scrunched your nose as you had inspected it. Robin felt a smile creep upon her face, she couldn't help but look down in hopes you or anyone else could see her.

“Now why are you making that face?” Eddie questioned as you held up the movie to show him why you had said expression written upon your face. It was a copy of My Bloody Valentine.

“What about it?” Eddie continued to question.

“Do you see what section we’re in!?” Y/N proclaimed, pointing to the sign that had said ‘romance’.

“Oh god are you gonna make us watch a girly flick? Sam made us watch one of those last week, okay we don't need a repeat of that!” Eddie groaned.

"I can hear you, you know!" Sam stated from across the store.

“No you goose, this movie is in the wrong section.” She laughed walking over to the counter to check out the film.

“Did you guys find everything alright?” Robin asked as she scanned your items. “Yeah we found everything okay.” Y/N said getting her money out of her wallet. “That's not true, this was in the wrong section.” Eddie stated pointing to the movie.

Robin groaned, “Damn you Harrington.”

“What is this pick on Steve day?!?” Steve had proclaimed.

Robin finished checking you out, she couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked under the light. She was soon interrupted from pondering as you had said your goodbye’s, waving and flashing a small smile to Robin. She had waved back and gave the same smile in return, but that soon faded as she saw Eddie put his arm around your waist as your group walked out of the store. Robin let out a sigh and hunched over the counter, letting her head fall into her hands.

“You okay?” Steve asked his friend, giving her a small nudge.

“Yeah I’m fine.” Robin said, picking her head up and brushing the hair out of her face. “Yeah that’s a load of bullshit and you know it.” Steve said, sitting up on the counter. “You like her don’t you?” He questioned.

“Does it really matter? She’s with Eddie, she’s not interested in girls.” Robin stated, messing with the string coming off of her sweater. Steve couldn’t help but feel sad for his friend. He couldn't imagine how hard it is for her to try and find someone during times like this. I mean this is the 80’s and a small town in Indiana for crying out loud. “Have you even asked her?” He questioned.

“Oh yeah let me just go up to the most beautiful woman ever and just say ‘wow nice weather we’re having here, oh hey by the way do you like to kiss girls?’ Do you know how stupid that sounds?!” Robin got nervous just thinking about it and when she got nervous, she rambled.

“Well don’t talk about the weather with her for starters.” Steve chuckled.

“You know what I mean dingus!” Robin said, giving her friend a slight shove.

“Look, you won't know unless you ask, who knows maybe she likes you back? You thought that she was mean and scary because of her being a cheerleader, you were wrong about that weren’t you?” Steve stated, he tried to remain hopeful for Robin. He wanted his friend to be happy. She shrugged, Robin’s hopes in finding a girlfriend became low after everything that had happened with Vickie. She was happy that the two could remain friends, but it still stung nonetheless.

“Next time you see her, you should ask her to hang out. It’s a start to get to know her and to know for sure right?” Steve asked, now facing her.

“I guess, I just don’t wanna go through that kind of heartache again.” Robin said, looking down at her feet.

“Well no matter what, I’ve got your back.” Steve said, bumping into Robin. This caused her to chuckle.

“Alright alright, let's get back to work so we can get out of here. You owe me a bite to eat after this for making me clean up your mess of your so-called organization.” Robin laughed as she went to organize the returned tapes.

“You’re never gonna let that go are you?” Steve asked.

“Nope.” Robin yelled from the back.

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Last Friday Night

Sub loser!ellie x popular dom fem!reader

💌: hi hi hi!!<3 omg!!! Im finally writing again xoxo, anyways sorry for not serving more fics!! been busy:(

WARNINGS: alchohol, smut, praising, fingering

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(Reminder: r! and ellie are in senior high (18 y.o))

Reader hosts a massive party for all the seniors at her mansion while reader's parents arent home.

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Friday nights are the best, specially when your a rich business man's daughter. He goes on business trips almost every weekend.

Your mom always goes with your dad. As a kid you always went with them every weekend. You've grown up, things are different now.

You now either host slumber parties, parties generally, or just stay alone in a huge mansion until you feel lonely and go on your phone choosing one or two of your many friends to come over.

This friday night is just another party with all the seniors invited. Everybody loves you (or your money) either way, you get your way in everything.

The room smelt like sweat. Neon lights flashing everywhere, couples here and there making out in corners that made you feel a little left out since you broke up with your boyfriend just last month.

You then brought up some treats in the middle of the crowded room with everyone bumping into eachother.

"Treats? Anyone?" Nobody really answered you. They were all too busy. The music was also really loud.

You got a little anoyyed so you walked away and sat on a chair againts the wall next to another girl.

The girl was silent. You gazed to the crowded room watching your friend, Dina, grabbing attention.

"Anybody wanna do beer-pong?" She yelled out. The crowd all yelled out "yeah!" At the same time.

"How about the party host go first?" Dina said as she looks at you followed by everyone. All eyes on you.

"Yeah! Sure.." you stood up and looked at the girl next to you. "You.... coming?" You asked her. "Sure, behind you"

You got to the table and took a ping pong ball then threw it into the plastic cup. You did it! Everybody cheered.

You grabbed the cup with alchohol and drank it all. Everyone cheered once again. You let out a small smirk.

You passed the ball to the person next to you without looking at who it is as you left. Turns out it was the girl you sat next to earlier, ellie williams.

She took the ball and threw it, she scors! Everyone cheers again and some people pats her back as she drank it.

Ellie passes the ping pong ball to another and left the table heading to the guest bathroom

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You entered to guest bathroom, you don't usually go here often. This was just the closest bathroom located.

You didn't fully closed the door since you were just touching up your makeup.

You grabbed your red lipstick and smeared it on your lips topping it with lipgloss. Feeling a little daizy with your head hurting you walked towards the door.

You don't drink that much, thats why your not used to it cause you get drunk easily.

As you were about to leave the gap between the door opened wider. Someone was entering. It was ellie.

"O-oh sorry, i didn't know there was somebody in here. T-the door wasn't locked and i just entere-"

You got closer to her grabbing the neckline of her black t-shirt and squinted your eyes. "What's you name again?" You smiled.

"El- ellie" she muttered. "Ohh yeahh, i've seen you around" you got closer and closer. Practically pressing your body againts her making her back up.

And there you are, drunk as fuck from alchocol.

You were pinning her to the door as your hand roamed around the door finding the lock and immidiently locked the door.

"Sh-should i get back outside or-" she stutters. You grabbed her face and pressed your lips againts hers making her let out a small gasp.

The kiss was messy. Your lipstick and lipgloss smeared all over her lips, jaw and even her cheeks.

"I'm sure nobody would mind if we stay a little longer..." you whisper in her ear making her shiver. "I mean, do you mind...?" You whisper again.

"I wouldn't m-mind" she replied trying to avoid eye contact.

You were a little shorter than her. You grabbed her neckline again but this time, from under her shirt.

Maybe if you weren't so drunk, this wouldn't happen. Atlas, it did.

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Things escalated quickly, You got her out of her clothes. Ellie sitting againts the wall with you infront of her.

"Your pretty" You said to her as she blushes. You lift up her chin while tilting your head, smirking like a maniac.

Without her even realizing you pumped on of your fingers in her sloppy cunt making her gasp.

"Shit...." You pumped another finger in, curling them. "Good girl" you praise her. She breathes heavily under you.

"I c-cant do this a-anymore" she said. "You can, your such a good girl" you insured her.

Ellie whimpers, over and over. "Shh.. were going to get caught" you informed her.

You both hear a knock on the door, shit... someones at the door.

You both stood up as ellie puts back her clothes next to the door, hiding as you open the lock and poked your head out a little.

Its Dina. "God, your taking so long! I thought you never used the guest bathroom anyways?" She complained. "It's my place. I go wherever i want Dina. Theres another bathroom next to the kitchen"

Dina looked like she was about to ask you something but she turned away and left.

You took a deep breath and head back in. You smirked at ellie "let's just get out of here" ellie nods.

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💌: GODDDDD SUB LOSER ELLIE GOTTA BE SO SENSITIVE:(:(

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The Munson Factor ~Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington~

summary: when the girl he’s loved for years goes missing, steve enlists the help of her best friend to find her. But were they really only friends or was there something more that always stood in the way of steve’s happiness?

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pairings: eddie munson x reader, steve harrington x reader

notes: angst, heartbreak (a little), steve giving love but not receiving in the way he wants, 1 or 2 (possibly more) swears. this was a little sad for me to write because I’m so used to writing fics where steve gets the girl. But I genuinely love eddie so he’s gonna be getting some love on this blog now too

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“How many times are you going to rent this movie, y/n?” Steve questioned his friend as he handed over Family Video’s copy of Halloween.

“As long as you guys let me rent it.” She sent back a smile and shoved the tape in her backpack. “So, we still up for movie night?”

“Are we going to be watching Halloween for the billionth time?” he rolled his eyes and went back to shelving the new releases.

“’Course not. You’re in charge of the movies tonight and I am in charge of getting the best snacks, as per Dustin’s request, since you really messed it up last week.”

“Hey, in my defense, that little twerp told me to buy that candy.”

“Yeah but he didn’t tell you to get expired candy, did he?” she joked and looked at the posters around the store. “So, what movies are we going to watch?”

“I’ll decide by the end of my shift.” Steve set up a new cutout and stood back to admire his work. “You sticking around ‘til then?”

“I’m gonna head over to the arcade. Dustin is teaching me his tips for Pac-Man.”

“Alright, sounds great. I’ll meet you back here at 6pm.”

“Aye aye captain.” y/n saluted him and headed next door to the arcade. When she walked in, Dustin cheered.

“Finally, the queen has arrived.”

“Oh, you flatter me, Henderson.” She set her backpack down on the floor and watched as he started the game. His tips and tricks on how to get the high score really helped her when she took her turn. Her score was only slightly higher than Dustin’s, but he didn’t let it bother him. Instead, he patted her on the back and smiled.

“Congratulations, young padawan.” He bowed as if she was a student of his.

“You do know that I’m older than you, right?”

“Yes, but ‘tis I who taught you all that you know. The student has become the master.”

“Whatever you say, kid.” She ruffled his hair and stood up.

“Hey, do you know what movies Steve is bringing to movie night?”

“Not a clue. But he said he would have his mind made up by 6 tonight.”

“It better be good. Steve almost never has good choices.”

“Let’s see what kind of influences I can have on him.” y/n grabbed her bag and headed for the door. “Follow me, Henderson.”

The two of them walked rather quickly over to the video store and when they entered, Steve rolled his eyes.

“I saw that, and might I say, that was rude of you.”

“It is what it is.” Steve shrugged and looked over at y/n. “What brings you back here?”

“Oh, I see how it is. Your favorite person ever walks in here and you’re rude to him, but the second you see a pretty girl, you’re the nicest person ever.” It was Dustin’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Shut up, Henderson.” Steve hit his arm and put his attention back on y/n. “So?”

“I wanted to suggest some ideas for movie night.”

“I am not getting another scary movie, especially after last time. Dustin wouldn’t stop waking me up that night with his nightmares.”

“I wasn’t going to suggest a scary movie. In fact, I was actually going to suggest Raiders of the Lost Ark & The Outsiders.”

“Those are pretty good suggestions.” Steve smiled and grabbed them off the shelves. “And even though I know your main intention was to suggest a horror movie & only said these 2 because they’re right here, I’ll check these out for tonight.”

“Awesome. Can’t wait.” y/n smiled and turned to Dustin while Steve went back to the counter. “See how it’s done?”

“Wow. You’ve gotta teach me how to do that.”

“Sorry, kid. But unless you suddenly become a pretty girl, you’ll never be able to manipulate men like Steve into doing what you want.” y/n winked and began looking at more movies to pass the time.

“Man, you are so whipped for y/n.” Dustin chuckled and looked up at Steve, who was staring across the room at said girl.

“What? No I’m not!” he tried to defend himself but the more he thought about it, the redder his cheeks became. “Shut up, Henderson.”

“Okay, that’s the second time in 10 minutes that you’ve told me to shut up and, frankly, I’m not a fan of it.”

“I’ll stop telling you to shut up when you stop saying ridiculous things.” Steve went back to rewinding the tape in the VCR.

“Why do you keep denying your feelings every time I bring them up? We all know how you feel about her so why don’t you just confirm it for us?”

“What am I supposed to say? That I’m in love with the girl who’s been like a sister to me for 12 years? That every time I close my eyes, I see her face? How about that every time I hear her name, I think back to the first time I heard her voice? Or maybe that whenever she’s around me, I do anything she asks me to because she has this power over me? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Actually, yes it is. Now, here’s what I’m gonna do for you, my friend.” Dustin put a hand on Steve’s shoulder, earning another eye roll from him. “I’m gonna back out of our plans tonight by making up some lame excuse. That way you can spend 4 glorious hours alone with y/n & maybe you’ll tell her everything you just told me. Okay?”

“You’re insane, Henderson.”

Later that night, as y/n arrived at Steve’s house for movie night, she was informed that Dustin would not be coming. That left her alone with Steve, as the other kids also had plans already.

“I have the 2 movies you suggested earlier and um, I also have Sleepaway Camp because I know you really wanted to watch something with a scary vibe to it.”

“You really didn’t have to do that, Steve.” y/n sat down and waited for him to put the first tape in. He joined her on his couch and grabbed the bowl of popcorn. Y/n grabbed a handful and focused on the screen. He had chosen Raiders of the Lost Ark for the first movie of the night. “So, why did Henderson have to cancel?”

“Not quite sure, actually. He just called 2 minutes before you got here and told me he wouldn’t be attending tonight due to a prior commitment.” Steve shrugged and looked at the screen, knowing that he just lied to his friend. He didn’t like the feeling, but he was happy to finally be alone with her.

After the first movie, they both agreed that The Outsiders would be a better film to watch. About halfway through the feature, Steve turned to face y/n. She turned her head and smiled.

“What’s with the face, Harrington?”

“Can we talk?”

“Of course we can. What about?”

“Well, for starters, I do know the real reason Dustin had to cancel.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Earlier today, at the video store, while you were looking at the movies, he and I had a talk. He offered to ‘cancel’ so I could be alone with you for a few hours, since we never get that opportunity anymore.”

“So, why did you want to get alone time with me?” y/n suddenly felt awkward and began to play with the strings on her hoodie. Well, it wasn’t technically her hoodie, but that didn’t bother her.

“I’ve kinda been keeping this secret from you for quite some time & our groups mantra is that friends don’t lie so I really need to tell you.”

“Steve, you’re scaring me now.” She shifted in her seat, so her full attention was on the boy in front of her. “What’s going on?”

“I love you. And not just because you’re my best friend. But because you’re the best person I know. You’re so sweet and caring and whenever I’m around you, I fall under your spell and will do anything you ask me to. It’s kind of cheesy, but whenever I hear your name, I think back to the first time I ever heard your voice and whenever I close my eyes, I see your face. You’re the most beautiful human being, both inside and out. And I’m honestly so in love with you.” Steve chanced looking at her but when they made eye contact, he wanted to take it all back.

When their eyes met, y/n quickly looked down and stood up. “I’m sorry, Steve. I-I just remembered my mom wanted me to keep an eye on my siblings tonight. I gotta go.”

Before he could offer her a ride home to make sure she was safe, she was already out the door. Steve threw his head back and groaned, making a mental note to blame Dustin for the sudden confidence.

Y/n was on her way to Dustin’s house when the sky got darker. She stopped in her tracks and was ready to defend herself from whatever decided to come out of the shadows and attack her.

The next few days were hard on Steve. He hadn’t seen or spoken to y/n since he poured his heart out to her, only for her to basically reject him. When he mentioned it to Dustin 2 days later, the kid got lost in thought.

“I don’t see why she would reject you like that. I could’ve sworn she felt the same as you did.”

“Yeah, well she doesn’t. And I’m not surprised. I haven’t exactly been the best guy in the world lately. Or even a hero really.”

“Steve, you helped save the world three times. You’ve kept all of us safe multiple times and you always put yourself first when it comes to danger. And it’s all to protect us. That literally screams hero. IF she can’t see that, then it’s her loss.”

Dustin was currently waiting for Eddie to arrive to the D&D game. He was starting to get worried when it came to him being 30 minutes late. Eddie was never late. So when he finally arrived, Dustin made sure to give him a lecture.

“Eddie, what the hell? I was so worried about you. I haven’t heard from my best friend for 4 days and then I didn’t hear from you. I was scared something happened to you and I don’t feel like losing 2 friends in a week.”

“Sorry, man. My girlfriend has been missing for a few days and I went by her house to check on her. Her parents said they haven’t seen her in a few days either.”

“Your girlfriend? Since when do you have a girlfriend?”

“For a few months.” Eddie chuckled. “Her name’s y/n. You’ll love her,” he sighed. “if we ever find her.”

“Wait, y/n? As in y/n l/n?”

“Yeah, why?”

“That’s the best friend I was talking about. I haven’t seen her since movie night on Friday. I had to cancel and left her alone with Steve.” Dustin looked at Eddie with wide eyes. “That’s why she rejected him. Because she’s seeing you, not because she doesn’t like him. That makes total sense.”

“Hold up. Can you back up a bit? So Steve is the last person to see her?”

“As far as I know, yes. But he hasn’t seen her since she left his place that night. Nobody has heard from her since.”

“We have to find her, Henderson. I can’t lose her.” Eddie looked at the kid with hope in his eyes.

“Lucky for you, my friends and I have experienced something similar to this before. I know exactly what to do.”

Steve was sitting on the hood of his car in Dustin’s driveway when he got out of Eddie’s van. He walked up to Steve and Eddie followed behind him.

“You’ve known y/n the longest. What do you know about her?” Dustin asked Steve, who was focused more on Eddie than the kid.

“Not much more than you, I assume.”

“Does she have a favorite spot to go when she’s sad? Somewhere that she loves to be?”

“The arcade or the video store are her two most frequented spots in town. Other than that, I know she tends to go hang out at lover’s lake whenever her parents make her upset.” Steve nodded his head towards Eddie. “What’s he doing here?”

“We’ll have time for that later. Right now, we need to focus on finding y/n.” Dustin ushered his friends into his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed with Eddie while Steve paced.

“Let’s check the video store first. The arcade is right next door. Plus, Robin is working and I gotta return Sleepaway Camp so we can kill two birds with one stone I guess.” Steve looked at the boys. “Or you two can check lover’s lake and I can check the arcade and video store. I assume you’ll end up going in his van anyway, Dustin.”

“Yeah, sounds like a solid plan. What happens if we find her?” Eddie questioned. Dustin grabbed his walkie talkies and handed each of them one.

“If anyone finds her, this is how we’ll communicate. Got it?”

“Yes, captain.” Eddie responded and Steve just nodded. “Let’s go then. We might not have a lot of time.”

The 3 boys rushed out of the house and got into the vehicles, with Steve driving towards the video store and Eddie taking off towards lover’s lake. When Steve arrived at the video store, Robin looked at him with a puzzled look.

“You don’t work today. Plus you look like shit. What’s up?”

“Friday night, I told y/n how I felt about her and she, uh, got up and left my place. Haven’t heard from her since. Has she been by?”

“No. Haven’t seen her since Friday afternoon.”

“Nobody has.” Steve sighed and leaned against the counter. “Dustin and Eddie are out searching at lover’s lake.”

“Eddie Munson is involved in your search? That’s odd.”

“Right? I thought the same thing when he got out of his van earlier at Dustin’s.”

“Maybe he’s concerned about Dustin. I mean, he does spend a lot of time with him, and he must know about the sibling-like bond that he and y/n share.”

“Yeah maybe. Or he’s the reason she basically rejected me.”

“Steve, let’s just focus on finding y/n first. I’ll keep an eye out here in case anyone has seen her. You go check the arcade.”

Steve ran out and headed to the arcade next door. His eyes scanned the crowded room, but he didn’t see y/n. He spotted the manager and headed over.

“Hey, Steve. What brings you by?”

“I’m on a mission. Have you seen y/n lately?”

“Not since Friday. Why? She okay?”

“No. She left my house Friday night, and nobody’s seen her since. Will you keep an eye out here just in case she comes by? I’ll check back in a few hours if we don’t find her.”

“Of course. Good luck. I hope you find her.”

Steve left another building without any results and slowly climbed into his car. He rested his head against the steering wheel and was about to give up when the walkie started buzzing.

“Steve, we found her.” Dustin’s voice rang through the speaker. “Well, sorta. You gotta come down here. Bring Robin. We may need her.”

“Copy that. On my way.” He clicked the button off and walked back into Family Video. “Robin, they found her. Dustin told me to bring you because we may need you.”

“Alright. Let me just close up. Been kind of a slow day.” She hopped over the counter and made sure everyone was out before locking up and following Steve to his car. “Think she’s okay?”

“Oh god, I hope so.” He sighed and headed towards lover’s lake. When he got there, Dustin ran out to meet them. “Alright, Henderson. What’s going on?”

“We don’t know. It’s like she’s in a sort of trance. I can’t pull her out so I was hoping that you or Robin could do it.”

“Where’s Eddie?” Robin asked as the three of them walked around the boathouse

“He’s with her right now. We’ve tried everything we could think of.” the trio approached Eddie, who was currently pacing back and forth.

“Have you guys tried breaking this ‘spell’ with a kiss?” Steve asked. Both Dustin and Eddie turned their heads quickly then looked at each other.

“It crossed my mind for sure, but what if it doesn’t work? What if it’s not the right way to break it and we never get her back?” Eddie sat on the ground and pulled his knees towards his chest. “I can’t keep losing people, especially not her, okay? We need to come up with a way to break this and get her back.”

“We will, Eddie. I promise.” Dustin tried his best to reassure his friend that everything would be okay.

“But what if we don’t? Man, I may never get to tell her that I love her...and I really, really love her.”

“Take it from me, dude. Telling her exactly how you feel may not be the best thing to do. It’s only going to scare her off.” Steve sighed and looked at y/n’s tranced body. Her eyes were wide open and everything about her was normal. The only problem was that she was unresponsive.

“You got a problem with me, Harrington? If so, just come out and say it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why are you trying to tell me what to say to my own girlfriend, man?”

“Girlfriend? What?”

“Y/n has been my girlfriend for 5 months and the last time anyone was with her, was Friday when she was with you. Why didn’t you make sure she was safe? Why didn’t you let her….why didn’t you let her stay the night?”

“I may have said some things that scared her off. But in my defense, she was not exactly shutting me down whenever I flirted with her. She’s my best friend and she didn’t even mention you two were together. Are you sure you were even that serious?”

“Steve, stop. We’re not here to pick fights, okay? What we need to focus on is figuring out how to break her out of this trance-like state that she’s in. We don’t even know how long she’s been stuck like this, alright? So that last thing we need is you two dumbasses fighting over who loves her more or who deserves to be with her.” Robin pushed herself off the tree she was leaning against and walked in front of y/n.

“Maybe you should try the kiss. It could possibly break her but we won’t know unless we try.” Dustin sighed.

“Were you talking to me or him?”

“Me, obviously. I am her boyfriend.”

“But what if you’re not her true love?”

“Steve, just shut up about it. You kiss her first and if she doesn’t wake up, then we know it wasn’t meant to be and then Eddie can do it.”

Steve looked at Eddie silently, waiting for permission. Eddie just sighed and nodded slowly, looking away when Steve kissed y/n. When she didn’t make any moves, Steve sat down and sighed heavily.

“So it’s not me then. God, I wish it was.”

“Hey, we don’t know that exactly. Sometimes it takes a minute or two.” Eddie looked at the guy in front of him and patted his shoulder. After a few minutes of no response, it was Eddie’s turn. He gently cupped his girlfriends face and kissed her softly. When her hands found their way around his neck, Dustin cheered behind them.

“I honestly can’t believe that worked.” Robin rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. She walked over to Steve and gave him a pat on the back. “You tried your best, man. It’s not like she rejected you because she didn’t like you. She’s just really into Eddie.”

“I know. And I’m glad she found someone who makes her happy. She deserves it. But I just wish I could’ve had a chance at least. Maybe one date or something.”

“You’re going to find someone who makes you feel the way y/n does. You just gotta give it some time, and before you know it, you’ll be over her and everyone will live happily ever after.” Robin glanced over at the couple and sighed contently when she noticed the smile adorning y/n’s face.

“I can’t believe you came looking for me.” she grinned up at Eddie who had an equally wide smile on his face.

“Of course I did, sweetheart.” Eddie kissed her head and pulled her into a bone crushing hug. “I love you.”

“What?”

“I said I love you. And I know that it’s a little late for me to tell you, knowing how you like to live your life in the fast lane, but it’s true. I’ve never loved anyone in my life, so I really wasn’t sure what it was supposed to feel like. But now I know that it’s late night talks and shared laughs over something as ridiculous as a phallically shaped leaf or vegetable. It’s being able to call someone your home and being able to feel warm in their embrace. It feels like no time has passed when you’re with the one you love, when in reality, hours have passed by. Being with you feels like all of that and honestly, I’m glad I know how it feels to love someone this much.”

“Eddie, I love you too.” y/n pulled him in for a kiss and when they pulled apart, she looked at Steve. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He responded softly. Eddie let her walk to him while he joined Robin and Dustin on the sidelines.

“Listen, about what you said on Friday…”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I get why you reacted the way you did.”

“Listen, Steve. I do love you, truly I do. But it’s just not in the same way you love me. I know this is going to hurt for you to hear, but you’ve always been like a brother to me and I never ever want that to change.”

“I think I might actually be okay with being just friends.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You seem to be really happy with Eddie and that’s good. He’s a pretty decent guy and I’m really glad you found someone who treats you right.” Steve smiled.

“Thank you, Harrington.” Eddie walked over to him and held out his hand. They shook, making Eddie smile. “Also, thank you for all your help with finding y/n. I owe you one, man.”

“All I ask is that you keep making y/n happy. Keep treating her right and we won’t have a problem.” Steve offered Eddie a smile and y/n beamed when she saw her two favorite guys getting along.

“I promise you that nothing bad will come from this relationship. Scouts honor.”

“Hey, maybe now that you guys are friends, Steve could play D&D with us sometime.” Dustin suggested, causing the four adults to quickly respond…

“No!”

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kteezy997 · 7 months

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

Warnings: sneaking around with others in the house, cheating, smut, cursing, fingering, boob grabbing, drinking, non-censual touching from spouse (not Timmy)

Game night. Each of your husband’s male friends arrived. You painstakingly waited for the one knock that would introduce Timmy on the other side of the door.

Everyone else was there, planted in front of the television eating snacks, drinking beer, and being loud. But still no Timmy. Your heart sank at the thought of him not coming over, after all.

About thirty minutes after the last guy got there, you hopped up at the sound of someone knocking again. It had to be him. You hoped with everything inside of you that it was him.

“Sorry, Amelia insisted that we have dinner together before I left.” Timmy announced to the room as he came in, but you could feel that he was really saying that just for you, so you’d know that he wasn’t late just for the hell of it.

“Oh, it’s okay.” you said, “The game just started.”

“Yeah it has.” he said quietly, just so only you could hear. His fingers grazed the underside of your hand as he walked by you.

Shivers went up your spine, his low, seductive tone struck you. The double meaning behind his statement turned you on. His delicate, passing touch set fire to your core.

Timmy had to make it look good and spend some time with the guys watching the game. You sat there too, between Billy and Timmy. You knew nothing of what was going on in the game or in the room of people around you. All you could sense was the two men on either side of you. Having your lover sitting so innocently on your couch when he fucked you upstairs just days ago in the bed you shared with your husband. You were eating it up.

All of the guys cheered for something that happened on TV. You smiled along, just blending in, to not seem like you weren't paying attention. You noticed one of the bowls on the coffee table was nearly empty. "I'm gonna get more chips." You nonchalantly touched Timmy's leg, as to just get his attention, nothing too touchy. "Need anything from the kitchen, Timmy?"

He looked over at you, his gray shirt pulling a slight green in the light and making his eyes pop. "Oh, no, thanks anyway."

You were disappointed. You wanted him to come into the kitchen with you. At the very least, you wanted to do something from him. Anything to have his attention. “Okay." you stood up, "Be right back then."

"But I'll go get more beer out of the garage if you'll help me." Timmy said. Only you noticed the smirk itching the corners of his lips.

"Yeah, babe, we need more beer." Billy barked, not even taking his attention off the game.

"Alright! Help me in the kitchen first?" you asked, looking at Timmy.

He sighed dramatically, "I guess." He winked at you before getting up and following you to the kitchen.

When no one could see either of you, he tapped you on the ass.

"Hey!" you whisper-screamed.

"Trying to get me in trouble?" he teased, pulling you to him and tucking his arms around you.

"No." you insisted. "I just missed you." You placed your hands on his chest, letting your fingers idly toy with his necklace.

"Awe, but you just saw me yesterday." he cooed, brushing the tip of his nose against yours.

"I know, but still." you persisted, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him quickly. "We shouldn't take too long in here." you whispered, letting go of him and grabbing a bag of chips.

You went back out the living room and filled the empty bowl with the chips and then led Timmy out to the garage.

You didn't know which of you was more eager, because you both attacked each other with kisses. He nibbled hungrily on your neck, and you moaned with desire. "Fuck, Timmy." you said under your breath.

"We have to be quick, right?" he asked, out of breath.

"Yeah." you said, almost equally breathless.

He then tucked his finger into the waist of your pants, looking into your eyes for your consent, "This okay?"

"Yes, please." You needed his touch like you needed air to breathe.

With your permission, he slid his hand down into your panties, slipping his fingers between your folds.

"Fuuuck." you moaned as softly as you possibly could. You were wet from his kisses, his touch, hell, just his presence got you wet.

Timmy’s fingers encircled your clit softly while kissing your neck, then sucking on it. His other hand landed on your boob and he kneaded and squeezed it.

You whimpered, biting your lip as needed to keep quiet.

He inserted a finger into you, and pumped it in and out at a steady pace.

“Mmmm.” you moaned, holding onto him firmly.

Your legs were getting weak after a minute, and he could sense it. Timmy picked you up and took you over to the bottom of the stairs. He set you down, then resumed fucking you with his fingers. He pressed and rubbed your clit with his thumb.

You wanted so badly to come, you ravaged his lips with yours, you ran your hands over his body. He was the man you wanted, the man you craved. He was the only one to make you feel this good, inside and out.

You willed yourself to orgasm as Timmy shoved his long fingers inside of you. The short window of time that the two of you had to do this was another added layer of the hotness of it all, this particular encounter especially. He pushed his finger all the way in, curling it upward, fidgeting with your clit at the same time.

"Come for me, Peaches." he said into your ear.

As if on cue from his command, your orgasm raged through your body, making you cry, "Fuck."

Timmy kissed you on the cheek, saying, "I'll grab the beer."

Your pussy was numb afterwards, but you were so nonchalant when you returned to the party, and no one suspected anything.

As the night drew on, your husband got more drunk. You hated it because he would always get handsy with you. Which you didn't want from him, especially not now. Not when you had Timmy for that. Timmy's love was so much better than his.

"Ooh, let's play 'firetruck.'" Billy said, slurring his speech and chuckling. He put his hand on your thigh, moving it up higher and higher.

"Stop it!" you yelled at him, trying to push his hand off of you.

"Nah nah, you gotta say "fire," babe." Not letting up, getting closer to your crotch.

"Oh fuck you, Billy. Cut it out." Now you were getting really uncomfortable, especially with him doing this in front of his friends.

Timmy was looking on, and piped up, "Hey, leave her alone man!"

Billy took his hand off of you. "What was that, Tim?"

"Don't treat a woman like that man, it's not funny. She obviously didn't want you to touch her." Timmy was pissed. You could tell, because you had never heard him raise his voice like that.

Billy stood up, stepping over to Timmy.

Timmy stood up in response to your husband. Now they were face to face.

Your heart started to race. It was a bit of a scary sight. You had no idea where this was going to go. You hoped Billy wouldn't get violent.

"Oh yeah? Well she's my wife, so why don't you just fuck off."

"Doesn't make her your property. She's a person, so treat her with respect." Timmy said firmly, his eyes burning a hole through Billy's head.

One of the other guys, Colson, interrupted and tried to keep the peace. "Hey guys, let's just call it a night. Forget this shit, alright?"

"Yeah man, you're right." Billy said to Colson. But he looked at Timmy, saying, "Maybe next time just mind your own business, yeah?"

Timmy looked at him, then over at you. He shook his head, "No Billy, I can't just condone that kind of behavior. You don't touch someone unless you have their consent," he narrowed his eyes at the other man, mocking Billy's previous words, "whether you're married to them or not. I'm out of here. Have a nice life, Billy."

With that, Timmy left your house. You were terrified that it'd be the last time.

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storyarcscribe · 2 years

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Hi!! If you write for moon boys, would you please consider a prompt about f!reader x Steven stuck in an elevator? We all know that building is old enough :) strangers to friends/lovers, no ER. Smut or no smut - you decide :) if this prompt is not interesting for you, feel free to skip it! Have a good day :)

Oh I've been WAITING for this one, my beautiful anon....

Stuck with a Stranger

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Summary: On your first day for a new job, being trapped on an old lift with a neighbor doesn't seem all that bad.

A/N: First Moon Knight fic EVER. Did I get this right? Keep me honest as I love this show and would love to keep writing on it!

Warnings: Pure fluff, tired and beautiful Steven Grant, me trying to relive my days living in London for college, an American trying her damn best to write in a British voice

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Moving from America on a work visa, you had no idea what a flat could be like before moving to London. You expected a chic, Victorian style building with beautiful ceiling and a park across the street. A fool’s fantasy, but it was one you dreamed of as a little girl.

Your new building wasn’t Buckingham Palace.

You didn’t think it was even up to code.

The flat served its purpose though. It was spacious, albeit old and falling apart. You were pretty sure your landlord refused to update anything past 2002. However, your commute was short, and you were close to everything via tube. Your older neighbor brought a pound cake to your door last night, welcoming you to the building. Residents were quiet and relatively all older or of working age.

Today was your first day of work. You landed your dream job in your dream city. Everything today had to be perfect. You dressed sharp. Pencil skirt. Blouse. Blazer. Not a crease or stain in sight. You brewed your favorite tea and managed to pull back your hair into a decent style.

Stepping into the lift, you sipped your tea and checked your watch. 8:15 a.m. Perfect. You would have plenty of time to set up your things and meet your new team before the work day started.

“Hold the lift!” A voice shouted down the hallway.

You looked up from your watch to see a struggling man with a stack of papers rush to lock his door. You held an arm against the door to keep it open—no good making an enemy of your neighbor. With a final tug, he closed the door and rushed to the lift. He only noticed you when the lift doors closed as he struggled for breath. He wore a dark button-down collared shirt and stained trousers. The stranger's curly hair was wild, like he didn’t even brush it through, the curls overlapping in every direction. The papers he clutched were a crumpled mess.

“Cheers,” he breathed.

His eyes connected with you like a deer in headlights. He was handsome, though, that much you could tell yourself. You couldn’t get past the the purple under his eyes. The curls fell over his forehead, framing his large, brown eyes that went so wide you could see your reflection in them.

He cleared his throat, his apple’s adam bobbing under the tight collar of his shirt. “T-thank you.”

The doors shut, and the lift began to descend. You forgot how slow this damn thing was until you were in it. Then, finally, one floor passed after what seemed like an eternity.

He shuffled around, trying to give you some room until some of the papers fell from his hand, scattering across the ground.

“Oh.. bloody hell,” he mumbled, attempting to pick up the paper. He looked like a baby bird trying to pick up a worm.

“Here,” you placed your ceramic cup on the ground. “Let me.”

You squatted as gracefully as you could in a pencil skirt. Another floor went by.

“Oh goodness,” he blushed. “Please, don’t. I’ve made a mess of myself…”

You lifted a paper to him that flew closer to your corner. “It’s okay-“

The lift jerked to a stop, causing you to lose your balance. He fell against the obsidian wall, arms falling out to catch himself as he balanced himself in the corner. The rest of the papers were scattered across the floor. Something metal-like screeched along the top of the lift. You struggled to regain your footing.

He stepped forward, hitting the ground-level button. Nothing. He hit your floor’s number. Nothing.

You pulled out your cell and tried looking up a phone line. No service.

“Great,” you deadpanned. Fan-fucking-tastic. Your first day of work and a first impression was going straight to the gutter.

“It’s fine,” he assured. “Someone will have to notice.”

A light bulb above you went out.

“Eventually,” he murmured.

“Sure about that?” You breathed.

Your very tried neighbor paled. “Donna’s gonna kill me.”

“Donna?” You repeated.

He looked frazzled for a moment like he didn’t expect you to hear that. “My boss.”

You sighed, understanding. “At least you’re not starting a new job.”

“Oh goodness,” he lamented. “They’ll understand, yeah? Has to be on the list of excuses you can say on this first day.”

You attempted a smile. “And that won’t work with… Donna?”

“Oh, no,” He scoffed. “I’ll be in the manager’s office as soon as I walk in.”

You snorted, and he smiled like he didn’t even realize he made any joke.

As you two sat on the lift floor, the conversation flowed easily. He had lived alone in this building for a few months, worked at the National Art Gallery, and had a goldfish. You shared your recent move for a new job, furniture hunting, and adjusting to the British lifestyle. He was easy to talk to, looking at you as he held to every word you said. You had never captured the attention of someone like this before.

“What do you like about living here?” You asked candidly.

His brows furrowed. “Honestly?”

“Yeah.”

Steven thought carefully, lost in thought. “London’s a city where you can be your own person, yeah? There are so many of us here, new and old. So much history, but it changes every minute of every day.”

Words failed you for a moment as he twiddled with his hands.

“It’s a city for everyone,” he shrugged with a sheepish smile.

There was such hope in his eyes like today wasn’t possibly the day this stranger you met would not get fired. In his tired eyes, you saw such wonder for life.

“Corny?” He asked candidly.

“No,” you disagreed whole-heartedly. “It was perfect.”

The elevator groaned back to life.

“Clearly,” you smiled. “The lift like that answer, too.”

As the doors opened, you introduced your name with a soft smile.

“Steven Grant,” he answered back with a little wave.

The action might have been amusing to any other human being, but he was so genuine with warmth in your eyes that you couldn’t help but embrace it. He was so much more relaxed even as he bounced on his toes. The tiredness in his eyes was replaced by something else.

As you departed from the building together for the tube, you couldn’t help but be grateful for your old building allowing your kind neighbor who makes being in a new city easier to manage.

On the following day for work, you waited an extra minute as Steven flung himself out of the door, late for work again. For some reason, you wished the old lift would stop again, giving you an extra moment with your neighbor.

A/N: awwwwww :) Ooof maybe I should do a Jake and Marc elevator meet q as well because this was FUN.

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There were many things in the Evermore that went bump in the night. But not many things had the decency to knock.

Shelby had kind of learned to ignore the many things that roamed outside at night- zombies, armor stands, sleepwalking Sausage, sheep, the fog. It was just better to pretend that the spooky noises around her house were just the wind, and put her pillow over her head. However, she’d never had a knock at her door in the middle of the night.

But that is exactly what happened, some misty October night. The knock was crisp, a quirky two-tap kind of thing. Shelby pulled herself out of bed and wrapped a purple robe around herself, wondering who on earth would be so bold as to knock on her door this late at night. Maybe it was one of her friends in trouble, she thought, grabbing her wand. Or maybe it’s Katherine, she then thought, wondering if she should have put on some perfume. Or, it was the academy, they’d found her, she thought as she started to open the door. With all of these conflicting thoughts in her mind, she wrenched open her door to find a mysterious man standing there.

“Uh, hello?” Shelby asked, rubbing her eyes.

“Oh, well hello there!” The man sounded cheerful, giving her a crooked smile and bowing slightly.

“Hi…” Shelby reached in her pocket for her wand. “Do you… want something?”

“Oh, no, it’s more about something you might like.” The man replied in that overly friendly voice that was far too energized for the darkness outside. “If you’d like, I can show you my wares.”

Shelby looked at him for a moment, tired brain slowly catching up until she finally understood. “Oh. You’re like a wandering trader. Except more annoying because you don’t talk in hmm’s. Okay, listen pal, I don’t want what whatever you’re trying to sell me, and I am a witch and will hex you.” She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the man.

The man gasped, but not in fear, rather unabashed excitement. He pulled his dark cloak off his shoulders and revealed deep purple robes. “Oh my gosh! I’m a wizard! I knew that shade of purple robe looked familiar! It’s been- gosh, I can’t remember when I last met a magical folk such as myself! Well, I am so sorry for the facade, you know how it is when trying to make a sale to the mortals. I sell magical crystals, among other things. It is a real pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand, and Shelby hesitantly took it. He shook her hand firmly. “We should take this inside though, there are monsters out here.” He moved past her and into the house.

Shelby blinked rapidly, trying to figure out if she’d ever said he could come in. But he was in now, and settling down at her kitchen table. “Uh… so you’re a wizard?”

“Yes, a traveling one at that.” The man was unpacking some things out of a pocket of his cloak. It looked almost like glass blocks, but even the most colorful of glass didn’t shine in the candlelight like these did. “I sell magical crystals. You name it, I can get a crystal for it. Is there any magic you need, witch… ah, I’m afraid you haven’t told me your name.”

“Shelby.” Shelby replied, closing the front door slowly and leaning against the wall, watching him. “And you are?”

The man chuckled. “Shelby… it’s a wonderful name. You know, Shelby, you should never tell a stranger your name, especially one saying to be magic. You never know what might happen…” He trailed off, tilting his head. Then he chuckled and smiled. “Luckily, I am just a simple traveling salesman wizard, so you have nothing to worry about. My name is Scar.”

“You know- I- I’m a very powerful witch, Scar, so I would suggest that you stop making vague threats at me. You’re on my land, fu- fricker, and I will not be annoyed by any person in my own home.”

“Well, of course.” Scar nodded to her, counting out the glowing crystals with long, nimble fingers. Under the faint glow the crystals and the candles, she could see that his hands were covered with scars, big and small, that traveled under his purple cloak, assumedly traveling the expanse of his body. “I would expect nothing less from a person who lives in such… odd woods. Felt like I was traveling through that mist for days, I’ll tell you that. Such odd things it told me… Now, Shelby, come, sit at the table and tell me… what is it that you need, what you desire?”

Scar steepled his hands, watching Shelby sit. She looked at the things on the table, then back up at Scar.

“I- I don’t even know what these are, Scar. They don’t have names.”

“Oh, but they do!” Scar replied. “Look closer, Shelby. Listen to them. The crystals will speak back to you. You’re like them- magic. We all speak the same language, it’s just some of it is softer then others.”

So she did, leaning in, focusing on the crystal in front of her, a large orange thing. It was faint at first, but got louder as she focused, her senses connecting with the magic encased in the crystal. She felt powerful. Her throat rumbled with a silent yell of triumph, and the euphoria of winning made her smile.

“I feel… courageous.” She said, looking up at Scar.

Scar clapped his hands. “Correct! A courage crystal- you can roar like a lion, speak true and freely without worry. Very good. You may have it, as a gift. Wizard to witch.” He slid the crystal to her. “How about… this one? It’s tough.” He plucked a pink crystal from the pile and placed it in front of her.

She looked down at it, and at once, Katherine came to mind. Swirling memories that were not real of a picnic, of a kiss. Shelby felt breathless, and she let out a breathy laugh. Her cheeks were bright red when she looked back up at Scar.

“Love?”

“Ah, so you already have a special someone in mind.” Scar chuckled. “Yes, a love crystal. Very powerful thing, love is. Take it. Use it well.”

A small red crystal caught her eye next, and she leaned towards it. She felt terror, bright, sudden terror. Could smell blood. There was some kind of heat radiating, no, bubbling, from the crystal. There was a word, it was right on the tip of her tongue. It was-

“That’s enough.” Scar closed his hand around the crystal, abruptly cutting off the things she was feeling. Shelby watching him put the crystal into his pocket.

“What’s a boogeyman?” She asked him.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” Scar said firmly. “But, I think I should be going now.” He swept the rest of the crystals, minus the two in front of Shelby, into his pocket. “I need to go back to my lands now, I think. I’m sure my frien- well, perhaps someone will have noticed that I’m gone.”

The sun was just beginning to rise, and it almost blinded Shelby when Scar opened the front door. He leaned down, retrieving his dark cloak from where he’d left it, crumpled on the front porch. The fog was heavy in the forest, and Shelby joined Scar in looking at it.

“Well, hopefully I can get back without getting too lost.” Scar said, bowing to Shelby once more. “Thank you for letting me in, it was nice to have a friend for a while.” And with that, he walked away, off the path and into the mangrove forest.

Shelby watched him walk into the mist, wondering how lonely a man must have to be to consider a stranger a friend.

#December 14 2022 #fic #Shubble #goodtimeswithscar #last life mention #set in esmp2 #yes the timelines don’t match up but ignore that #long post

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carousel-crows · 1 year

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15. "No, I won the bet, you have to do it."

yes. Doomsday, ily (platonic and respectful)

Prompt #15: "No, I won the bet, you have to do it."

———

Mav was so sure that he was going to win. And honestly, it was laughable.

———

The bet was very straightforward: Ice and Mav against Slider and Goose. A game of beach volleyball. Whoever gets to 20 first wins. The losers´ punishment would be revealed after the game.

At this point, they were tied. They were all sweaty and panting. And it was very hard to focus.

Ice looked stunning. Playing shirtless, wearing only shorts that really showed off his ass. His tanned skin was glistening in the sun, aviators blocking out the sun. His hair was like spun gold.

The volley had started while Mav was admiring his teammate. He didn't notice until the ball dropped into the sand front of him. Goose and Slider cheered, high fiving and mocking Ice and Mav, who blushed furiously.

“Mav, are you okay? You look a little dazed. And flushed.”

“Yeah, Ice. Just tired.”

Ice didn't seem to hear him. “Sit down, I’ll bring you a water.”

Mav started to argue, but was silenced by a look from Ice. “Nope. sit your ass down. I wasn't requesting.” Ice sounded stern, but there was not bite behind it.

So Mav sat down where he was in the warm sand. The sun was starting to set, coloring everything golden. It was peaceful and comforting in a way.

“Mav?” Mav scowled at Goose, who laughed. “Oh, man. You blew it.”

———

“Y'all lost.” Slider’s singsong tortured Ice. His friend and RIO loved to beat the ever-competitive Iceman. Ice just glared and grabbed four water bottles.

“If you try to set Mav and I up, I'm going to lock you and Goose in a broom closet for a week.”

Slider blushed, but persisted. “It'll be fine. I promise it's nothing too bad.”

Tom threw a water at Ron, then laughed when he got smacked in the face. The bottles were cold from sitting in the cooler all afternoon. Most of the ice cubes had melted, but the water was still refreshing. He opened his, took a drink, then trotted over to Pete, who was still sitting on the sandy court. Goose was sitting with him, and they seemed to just be watching the sunset.

He looked so peaceful.

He tossed a water to Nick before plopping himself down next to Pete to hand him his.

“Thank you, Tom.”

“Anytime.”

Slider sauntered over, evil smirk on his face. Oh no.

“Alright, losers. Ready for the punishment?”

Mav groaned. “Just get it over with.”

Goose chuckles. “Tell the poor sops their cost.”

“Y'all have to bunk for a month.”

Ice shot a death glare at Ron. “That's against the rules, though.”

Goose tsked. “Not true.”

“What do you mean?” Mav sounded worried.

“We cleared it with Viper.” The son of a bitch.

Ice steeled himself for the next month.

———

“Goose, please. I can't do it.”

“No, I won the bet, you have to do it."

“But I’ll die of embarrassment. He's too pretty.”

“Oh my god, do not start confessing your love of him to me. Just tell the bastard you love him and make out or some shit.¨

¨Make out with who?¨ Mav had never wanted to hear Tom´s lovely voice less.

¨No one! Don't worry about it!¨

Tom´s face went from curious to collected in a millisecond. ¨Need help with that box?¨

Mav tried to hide his embarrassment with a cocky grin. ¨Nah, hotshot. Show me the way home.¨

Oh god, why did he say that?

Tom only froze for a moment before turning on his heel. ¨Bunks are this way.¨

Mav scrambled to his feet, grabbed the box, and followed. He only turned to plead with Goose, but that quickly died when he saw Nick barely stifling laughter.

———

The switch was surprisingly seamless. Pete and Tom adjustled way quicker than expected. They actually started to talk to each other. Soon they were living in sync, knowing each other’s schedule by heart.

They never switched back.

Goose and Mav sat on Goose's bunk, chatting. “Mav, how ya doing with Mr. Perfect?”

“Oh, Tom? He's the best. We went out for drinks together last night, and he let me give him a ride on the bike. He's so cool, Nick.”

“Dang, he must really love you if he got on the death trap.”

Mav froze. “What?”

“I said, he's gotta love you if he went anywhere near your bike.”

“You think he loves me back?”

“Ice? Of course he does. Even a blind man could see that. Sli tells me that you're basically all he talks about. At first it was complaining, now it's practically a proposal.”

Little did they know that Tom was walking past at that exact moment. He stilled by the door, listening.

“Ice is too good for me. Charlie was. Ice, he's so much better than I am. Not just as a pilot — as a person, too. Besides, he's probably going steady with some good looking chick. I don't think he's into guys.”

Ice almost stomped in at that. He listened to Goose anyway.

“Mav, I'm telling you this once, so listen up: You aren't a bad pilot because you're dangerous. You're not a bad person because you don't know how to express your emotions. And I know for a fact that Iceman isn't going steady with anyone, but he wants you. He is head over heels in love with you.”

“I don't know—”

Ice cracks and turns into the room. “He's right. I am so desperately in love with you, Pete Mitchell.”

Maverick sits, frozen in place. Ice crosses the room in two strides and grabs Mav’s hand. “I love you, Maverick.”

Pete snaps out of his stupor and smiles softly. “You do?” He stares at Ice, eyes searching.

“Come with me.” And he does.

———

He takes Mav down to the beach. The same one that the bet had been made and lost. The bet that brought them together, whether they wanted it or not. They sit in the sand, letting the saltwater chill their now-bare feet, watching the sun dip below the horizon. Mav sat in between Tom’s legs, leaning against his chest.

“Ice?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you really love me?”

Tom scoffed and pressed a kiss to his hair. “Of course I do.”

“Are you sure?” He turned to see Ice better, who was admiring how the fading light enhanced Pete's features. “Because of you aren't sure—”

Ice silenced him with a gentle, chaste kiss. Mav melted almost immediately. The world seemed to stop. Languid, quiet, soft. Ice smiled into the kiss.

After an eternity, they were forced back into the world where oxygen was required. Tom studied him lovingly. The way his green eyes glittered, how his crooked smile softened to something more genuine.

“I guess losing did help, for once.” Tom chuckled.

“Pete laughed. “Not that we'll ever tell them that.”

“Oh, never. Slider can barely fit into his helmet as it is. He doesn't need a bigger head.”

“Ain't that the truth.”

“Just as true as my love for you, Darling.”

Maverick would not admit his love for the nickname until many years later in his wedding vows.

———

as always, make sure y'all drink some water and sleep! love y'all

#icemav #tom iceman kazansky x pete maverick mitchell #iceman x maverick #maverick x iceman #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #top gun 1986

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Winter Lovers Part 2 - SMG4 Story

Summary - After receiving emails from Mario, telling them that they were going on holiday, SMG4 and SMG3 prepared their bags and set off to find their destination. Ultimately, they were driven away to the Arctic and locked in an igloo. Can these two Meme Guardians escape in time, or will they once again be... Snowtrapped?

SMG3 was banging his fists against the door, trying to get Mario's attention. But the door was locked, so there was no way to get out of there.

SMG4: He wants us... To relive... The igloo incident...

SMG3: MARIO! LET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, OR ELSE I'LL SLAM THE DOOR ON YOUR PINGAS AGAIN!!! 😠

No response from the red plumber. SMG3 sighed in frustration. He didn't know how to entertain himself. All there was in the igloo was himself, a TV, a toilet, and his friend, who wasn't having a good time.

The blue Meme Guardian sniffled. He didn't like the igloo, as it was the same one him and SMG3 were in eight years ago. SMG4 started to whimper, and then, his whimpers turned into crying. SMG3 got slightly concerned.

SMG3: Uhhh, hey. SMG4? What's wrong? 🤨

SMG4: *whimpers* I don't like it here. I wanna go home! 😭

SMG3: So do I. But, Mario won't let us leave. Plus, there's no fucking heater in here! We're gonna freeze to death unless we get warm somehow! 😫

SMG4: *sobs* I know! 😭😭😭

SMG3: Oh, SMG4. Please don't get all emotional. We're grown men, not babies. It's time to man up.

SMG4 sniffled and got up.

SMG4: OK. But, how do we heat up? There's no heater around here.

SMG3: That's what I was saying.

SMG4: Well, I guess we could... Share body heat. That could warm us up.

SMG3 was blushing. SMG4 smirked at him.

SMG4: Ooh, you're being a Tsundere again, SMG3. 😏

SMG3: N - No, I'm not! You... BAKA! 😳🫣

SMG4: *laughing* OK. I guess that DID cheer me up a bit. Good thing I have a blanket here.

He pulled out a blue and purple blanket from his luggage. SMG3 was relieved that the blue boy had a way of staying warm during the brutal winters. SMG3 huddled up with SMG4 and they spent their time watching TV.

SMG3: You feel better now?

SMG4: Yeah. I do. I bet you miss Eggdog. 😊

SMG3: I guess so. But still, it's been a while since we last, well... You know... Shared body heat and went crazy in here. *sighs* Memories. Even if over a million people remembered it. 😔

He was then surprised at SMG4 snuggling next to him. The blue boy had fallen asleep.

SMG4: 😴

SMG3: *soft chuckle* Aww. *hugs him back*

SMG3 started shivering. The coldness was getting to him. SMG4 was still fast asleep to even notice.

SMG3: *mind* Fuck. I'm still cold! Is the blanket not cold enough?

He noticed SMG4 was shivering, too. But not in the "I'm freezing" way. More like the "I'm having a crazy dream!" way.

SMG3: Huh? Why is he shaking in his sleep? 😟

SMG4: *soft whimpers* Please... SMG3... Go... H... Mmm!

SMG3: *mind* Is he.... Dreaming about me?

SMG4: *soft whimpering* I... I love... I love you...

SMG3: *mind* Oh, my God. He IS thinking about me.

SMG3 snuggled up to SMG4 and hugged him. SMG4 could only muster up a small smile. It would be a long night in the igloo. 😊

To be Continued...

#SMG4 #SMG3 #smg4 snowtrapped

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lilyoffandoms · 7 months

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Choices Open Heart - Tobias x Casey, Bryce x Olivia, and Ethan x Merida

For @choicesoctober from best friend prompt.

Warnings & A/N: Alcohol mention (tipsy characters). Thanks for the idea last night Elsa hehe (I took notes lol). Casey belongs to @jerzwriter and Olivia belongs to @storyofmychoices.

“Okay okay what about that one?” Merida subtly pointed out a middle aged woman in a skintight blue dress.

They all considered her for a while as she talked animatedly to anyone that came within range of her.

“Bryce,” Casey and Merida said in unison.

“He’d be the only one able to handle her…, I don’t know,” Merida waved her hand.

“Clinging? Neediness?”

“Agreed,” Olivia nodded and giggled as both women turned their attention to her taking the seat beside them.

“You made it!” Merida squeezed her hand with a grin and flagged down the bartender and ordered them all a round.

“I had to say hello to Bryce real quick.”

Casey gave Olivia a quick hug and then passed out the drinks the bartender slid onto the polished bar for them.

“But we know you can’t stay away from us for too long,” Casey teased.

“Well yes,” Olivia giggled, “that and Bryce was trapped in a conversation I really didn’t want to be sucked into so….”

The other two laughed and raised their glasses together.

“Cheers to tonight and letting our partners fend for themselves,” Merida smirked.

“Now that one,” Olivia nodded with a grin to a man sidling up to the bar a few bar stools down from them.

They watched as the man ordered the most pretentious cocktail.

“Ethan,” they all agreed.

“Though he’d probably argue there is a better one out there,” Casey countered.

“So Tobias? Though he would probably just tease the poor man about how pretentious that drink order was.”

“Yeah, Ethan,” Merida confirmed. “He’d order one that was even more pretentious just to one up the guy.”

The game went on and on. Drink after drink. Plate after plate of appetizers. And much laughter.

“How about that one?” Casey pointed out a woman who had drunkenly draped herself across the piano to flirt with the musician.

“What are you gorgeous ladies up to?” Tobias saunter up behind Casey and kissed her forehead as she looked up to smile at him innocently.

“Catching up,” Olivia said.

“Having some fun people watching,” Merida said.

“Deciding who we’d pair you boys up with around here,” Casey smirked.

“Nice,” he grinned. “Who are we focusing on right now?”

They all pointed not at all subtly in the drunk woman’s direction.

“I think she needs to meet Ethan,” Tobias smirked and with a rather deep and lingering kiss with Casey went over to the woman.

The ladies watched as he greeted her.

“Is he?” Olivia said in shock.

Tobias led her across the room until they were standing in front of Ethan.

“Oh my god! He is. This is the best thing to happen all night!” Merida giggled and leaned back in her seat with her drink in hand to watch it play out.

“Did you expect anything less?” Casey smiled into her drink.

They lost it when Ethan paled and the woman looped her arms through Ethan’s and leaned heavily against him and Tobias patted Ethan’s arm with a wicked smirk and some teasing comment and walked back toward the three friends.

Merida called the bartender back and ordered a drink which she handed to Tobias upon his return.

“For my hero,” she said and clinked her drink to his.

“Bryce next!” Olivia clapped her hands together, her face flushed with the warmth of the room and a few drinks.

“Have I mentioned that tipsy Olivia is a ton of fun?” Casey beamed at Tobias.

“You have not but I got to start spending more time with you three,” he said between swigs of his drink before turning to Olivia.

“Liv, my dear, who shall it be?”

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Choices Tag: @storyofmychoices @peonierose @aallotarenunelma

Other Tags: @choicesficwriterscreations

#choices oph #choices open heart #ethan x merida #bryce x olivia #tobias x casey #my drabble #i like to live dangerously and so do not edit please forgive any mistakes

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bitchinbarzal · 2 years

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bug being in one of her uncles weddings🥹 i know miss girl would be the star of the show

“Bug we gotta go!”

“I told you, I’m not ready yet!” She huffed, turning around with the makeup less brush in her hand.

“The wedding is starting!” “It has to wait!”

Trevor turned to the rest of the party stood behind him all with amused looks “Quinn your kid is a drama queen”

Quinn smirked “Yeah we’ve been told”

“Ok i ready!” Bug announced, brushing past Trevor’s legs and to Luke who was holding her basket of rose petals.

Quinn crouched down next to his daughter, pressing a kiss on her cheek “You look pretty”

She blushed “Like mama?”

“Exactly like your mommy, now let’s go Jack’s waiting”

She nodded, eye brows furrowed in concentration as she held onto Quinn’s hand to enter the room where the ceremony was taking place.

After a thumbs up from the coordinator she urged on by the boys.

Bug skipped up the aisle towards her uncle stopping to give out flower petals

“One for you, and one for you and you too! Oh grandpa one too!”

Everyone chuckled at the tot and when she got to the end of the aisle she waved at her uncle “Hi Jacky”

“Hi baby girl, go sit with grandma” he urged, pointing at the empty seat in the front row.

When the music starts playing and everyone stands Bug ends up on her grandma’s hip watching as you come down the aisle first as maid of honour you’re partnered off with Luke as Jack’s best man

“Mama’s so pretty” she mumbled to her grandma who smiled and agreed.

When it eventually got time to see her aunt she gasped “Wow”

Everyone laughed looking at the little one who was utterly amazed by the dress.

“My thoughts exactly Bug” jack chimes in, obviously a nervous thing.

Throughout the entirety of the ceremony she sat contently with bright eyes and a smile looking up at her aunt and uncle in such adoration.

When they were announced officially married bug cheered the loudest “Yay!!!”

The after party was where bug really got in the spirit. She was dancing all night long. She’d made a new best friend in Trevor to cause absolute havoc.

“Q please go check our daughter isn’t knocking people over I saw her run past here a second ago” you asked, sitting down at the table with the rest of your family.

“On it, boss” he replied, kissing your head and finding his daughter.

When it came time for speeches you made one, Luke, Jack and some of the brides family. Before they went to put the mic away Bug shouted that she wanted to say something.

Jack nodded, lifting her onto his hip and holding the mic to her lips

“Hello, I’m bug!”

“Hi bug” the guests chanted like it was an AA meeting.

“I love Jack and Violet! Auntie Vi is my favourite and I’m so happy you’re my auntie forever now”

She smiled bashfully at the bride who kissed her cheek as a thank you “Hey what about me? I’ve been your uncle for almost four years!”

Bug made a face then she grunted before she asked to be put down.

As the night calmed and some guests left the last song played - a slow song.

Quinn pulled you up to dance and bug whined to join in so you stood swaying to the song with your daughter sandwiched between you both, her head rested on her dads shoulder while her little eyes fluttered shut.

“I think she partied too hard” you mumbled, brushing the baby hairs off her now sleeping face.

“She’ll have the toddler equivalent of a hangover tomorrow”

“She’s pretty full on these days, huh?”

“Yeah but i can’t imagine our lives without her now” he replied. Dragging you over to collect your belongings off the table now the song was done and your daughter was flat out.

“Let’s go home - we’ve got two more of these beautiful babies waiting for us”

#bugs world

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halstudandruz · 2 years

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Best of Me ~ Part 3

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: After a night of drinking you learn you seem to be missing something.

Part 1 here // Part 2 here

Warnings: Swearing

Good lord you were never drinking again. That was your first thought as you opened your eyes the next morning only to quickly shut them. You had no idea where you were but judging by the familiar mix of cinnamon and vanilla wafting through your nostrils you would guess you somehow made it into your bed the night prior. Slowly pulling yourself out of bed you inwardly begged your head to stop pounding. Trudging down the hall and stairs in search of medicine. Hoping it hadn’t moved since the last time you were home.

“Where were you last night?” Your mother sat at the table peeling potatoes. For what you already knew would be some type of casserole for Vanessa’s family. Watching as you headed straight for the medicine cabinet.

“Out with my friends, you knew that.” You mumbled trying to keep your voice at a low tone.

“I thought you’d be out for an hour or two not until 2am when I heard you come crashing in.” The mom voice automatically had you cowering until you remembered you were an adult. Silently cheering when you grasped the advil.

“It’s nice to be together right now. Did you happen to forget I’m an adult who’s about to get married?” You rolled your eyes shaking two pills into the palm of your hand, man you had forgotten how easily your friends could drink you under.

“No, just making sure you haven’t either.” She remarked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You mumbled before taking a drink of your water to wash the medicine down.

“You know exactly what I mean, [Y/N].” She said matter of factly.

“I went out with a group of old friends. Some of whom I haven’t seen in years and who are also grieving one of my best friends. That’s it.” You ended the conversation walking back towards the steps or so you thought before you heard her mutter,

“For an engaged woman your hand looks a little bare.” Just as you reached the landing, stopping you in your tracks.

Shit. Your ring! You looked down hopelessly at your left hand willing it to somehow appear. Luke was going to kill you. How could you lose a $300,000 engagement ring? This wasn’t happening. You distinctly remembered wearing it the night prior, the image of Jay looking forlorn in the corner of the table as your friends gushed over the rock popping into your head.

“Okay, deep breaths.” You coached yourself, taking a deep inhale, trying to ignore the way your head began to pound even harder than before. You just had to remember what happened last night. Anything that happened last night. You went in search of your phone hoping it would have some answers to the puzzle, but all that was there was a text from Cody in your group text wondering who would be driving to the funeral today. Scrolling through your phone in a panic you quickly opened a FaceTime call to Sydney, darkness on her end popping up within a few seconds.

“What the fuck happened last night?” You asked as soon as Sydney answered the phone with a groan. Barely able to make out her features in her dark room.

“Bro you’re gonna need to bring it down a notch.” She replied barely above a whisper.

“I’m literally already whispering.” You shot back, but to be fair talking in general was only making your headache worse.

“Did you know we’re not 20 anymore? I never knew hangovers could be this bad.” She complained.

“Yeah hard agree over here, but seriously Syd-“ You tried to ask again before she caught you off,

“Oh wait Emily’s calling let me add her to the convo.” The line went silent until you watched Emily’s face appear on your screen,

“Are you guys as hungover as me? Who the hell let us drink that much?” She immediately complained, but she looked much better than the two of you and much happier too.

“Yeah yeah we’re all hungover and old. Can we please focus on the bigger issue here?” You pleaded.

“Which would be?” Emily asked.

“I can’t find my ring.”

“Your engagement ring?” Her eyebrows shot up.

“Yes, my engagement ring!” The urgency was taking over your voice.

“Oh well probably for the best.” She shrugged.

“Not right now.” Your voice was harsh. It wasn’t that your friends didn’t like Luke, it was just that they didn’t know him very well and they were still caught up in this hope that you and Jay would somehow rekindle an epic romance. Like something out of a Nicholas Sparks novel. Like somehow the past would become the present again.

“Well did you ask Jay if he’s seen it?” Emily offered.

“Why would I ask Jay, exactly?” Confusion floating deeper into your brain.

“Cause you left with him?” Emily stated matter of factly.

“I did what?” You exclaimed, just as you heard a loud chuckle come from Sydney.

“Oh shit, yeah you did I completely forgot about that!” Sydney got out between laughs.

“Does someone care to explain to me why two of my best friends and bridesmaids for my upcoming wedding let me go home with another guy. My ex nonetheless.”

“Come on girl, don't act like you don't already know the answer to that.” Sydney smirked.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, I was more concerned with booking my own dick appointment at the time.” Emily answered and you noticed the obvious smirk.

“Ooh, please refresh my memory again.” You were suddenly intrigued.

“Hey, scrambled or sunny side up? Oh sorry didn’t realize you were on the phone.” The familiar voice interrupted your conversation off screen, but it didn’t take you longer than a second to realize who it was.

“All good, it's just the girls, but surprise me.” Emily beamed.

“You got it.” Cody answered.

“Andddd,” Emily held up her finger until you heard the door close in the background, “go.” She pointed to the screen giving you and Sydney green light to react.

“No fucking way!” You exclaimed right as Sydney let a squeal out, earning a generous giggle from Emily.

“I know right!”

“I’m never getting drunk again. I miss out on all the good stuff!” You complained.

“And I can assure you it was indeed good! As much as it sucked I really think the years of sexual tension made it so much more special.” Giddiness seeping through her voice.

“Well I’d fucking hope so. After 10 years of pining after each other the sex better have been worth the wait.”

“You guys don’t think it was..wrong?” She asked after a beat of silence, “It’s just..like you said I’ve been trying to make this happen for a decade and of all times we finally hook up the night of our best friends viewing. And well.. morning of the funeral.”

“Em shut up Ness would’ve loved every part of this.” You tried to reassure.

“Yeah, I mean she was rooting for you two almost as much as she was rooting for [Y/N] and Jay.” Sydney included. It was true, Vanessa was your biggest supporter in your relationship with Jay and was probably almost as devastated as you when it ended and she had also been trying to push Emily to make a move on Cody since high school. So, she would’ve been proud.

“Seriously Syd?” You grumbled.

“What? Everyone knows it.” She dismissed your annoyance.

“Doesn’t mean we have to voice it.. anyway they do say grief is the best aphrodisiac.” You added.

“They aren’t lying. I mean you know full well how many times I’ve imagined this but I’m not kidding when I say..” her hands appeared in front of the camera attempting to give you a visual measurement, Sydney loudly groaning and covering her eyes when the door to her bedroom opened again.

“Bon appetit!” Cody appeared in front of the phone plate full.

“You’re so sweet.” Emily’s grin covered her face.

“Just looking at that makes me want to barf.” Sydney complained, still reeling from her obvious hangover.

“Considering your FaceTime is working I would venture a guess that your text messages must also be working.” Cody laid down beside your friend.

“Dude, I can’t even stand up vertically yet without the room spinning so no I am not planning on driving.” Sydney shot at her brother.

“Would it have killed you to text that back a half hour ago?” He bickered.

“Honestly, yes I really believe it might’ve.” She admitted.

“Can you not be dramatic for like 10 seconds?” He huffed.

“One, you already know the answer to that. Two, I’ll probably just ride with my parents.” You jumped in.

“What? But we all agreed last night we would go together.” The look of disappointment came over his face.

“She doesn’t remember anything from last night. Including where her ring is.” Emily filled, what you were guessing was her now boyfriend, in.

“Oh shit. Did you tell your man? I’d be so pissed.” Cody winced.

“He’ll just give her his credit card to go buy a new one no worries.” Sydney joked, except she was probably right. He didn’t even pick out the first one. You recently found out he sent his assistant to pick one.

“Thank you for the calming words of reassurance guys. Much appreciated.” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh we’re just kidding [Y/N/N].”

“Did you ask Jay? I saw you guys leaving together last night?” Cody wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“No.” You answered straight and to the point.

“So, what happened? Did you guys.. ya know? Or..?” He continued to push the subject.

“Do I need to reiterate for the third time that you guys got me so wasted that I don’t remember anything!” Your voice raised, getting more stressed at the pressure of being clueless begging your brain to give you any snippets of the night.

“Dude, not cool.” Sydney groaned, visibly holding her hand over her eyes.

“Sorry Syd. I gotta go, my mom needs help with her casserole.” You sighed, displeased with the lack of information your friends held.

“Wait do y-“ Emily tried to question before you exited the call.

You were beginning to feel nauseous again, moving to lay back down against your pillows, closing your eyes to take a few deep breaths. Figuring you should probably text back the group before Cody had a meltdown you moved to pick your phone back up just as it pinged. Heart fluttering as the name you hadn’t seen in years popped up on your screen.

Missing something?

The text read, accompanied by a picture of your ring. Relief and anxiety flooded you at the same time. Your ring was safe, but why was it laying on what was obviously Jay’s night stand?

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 1

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: innuendos, mentions of unprotected sex, angst, mentions of a separation, regrets.

Missy and Bucky

“That’s Thor,” Jane smiled nervously, looking at you, “he-he’s my ex-husband.”

You nearly choked on the caramel mocha heated beverage in your hand. Your eyes went wide as you looked at her. You knew that she had been with one of the avengers, just as you had, but for some reason, you hadn’t imagined that she was previously married to Thor. You’d just thought that she was an overly friendly civilian, “oh my god-I-“

“It’s fine,” she smirked, eyeing you up and down, “he’s gorgeous. I know. Just like all of those stubborn bastards. Can you just pretend to hate him with me for a few seconds before you start drooling though? I did it for you last week when we got Jasper from Bucky!”

“Fine…you’re lucky I’m off this weekend that I could come with you. Usually, I’m not and he’s got Jas…” You sighed playing with your son’s hair. She rolled her eyes, not wanting to argue over last weekend, and how you had been eye-fucking each other the entire time. What she didn’t know was that you had slept with your own ex-husband when he asked you to come over later that night.

“This isn’t right, James…”

“Then why does it feel s right?” he purred huskily against your throat, his stubble sending a shiver up your spine. He inhaled deeply, and his grip on the globes of your ass tightened as he kneaded the flesh; a low growl escaping his lips as you heard the mechanics of his vibranium arm softly whirring, “fuck, Mel…I miss you baby…”

“Jam-“

But he cut you off, his lips pressing against yours, claiming every ounce of your resolve with the passionate hold he had on you.

The two of you sipped your coffee in silence as you watched the large man head towards the two of you with his own umbrella and her son.

“Mommy?”

“Yes baby?”

“Hogun said his daddy likes you!”

Jane laughed, her brow raising as she started looking at Jasper, “oh really?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed happily, sipping on his juice box, “he saw the photo of us that I brought to show my daddy at the tower of our vacation to the beach and he called you a ‘major babe.’ Mr. Loki said he’d like to show you some magic too! Hogun says he’s a really good magician.”

Jane frowned, “Loki is a trickster and a jerk. Your mommy should stay away from him. She definitely doesn’t want whatever magic he can show her.”

“What’s a babe?”

“It’s what men say when they are too much of a pig to call a beautiful woman pretty,” Jane laughed, tapping your son’s nose, “right?”

“Right!” you confirmed as your friend shook her head at you.

“Uncle Steve called you a stripper again!” he said thoughtfully, “what’s a stripper, mommy?”

“It’s mommy’s job!” you sighed quickly, knowing that you’d have to talk to Bucky again about mentioning your profession in front of your son, “Uncle Steve is just mad that mommy made you with your daddy and not him. You tell him that next time he calls mommy a stripper, okay?”

“Okay mommy!”

But you were soon lost in your own thoughts as Thor smiled when he saw you. You could have sworn you saw electricity bouncing off his fingertips the closer he got, “Jane?”

“Oh, don’t fall for that trick,” she scoffed. When you didn’t respond, she hit your side, “I’m serious. That’s his go-to. Look, if you’re going to go for him, at least make him work for it! Or break up with the girlfriend he’s got hanging around the tower…Hogun said that he’s letting some girl and her daughter schlep around with him.”

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t go for i-“

You blushed, hiding beneath the umbrella as he walked across the parking lot to meet the three of you. As soon as her son saw yours, the two began racing towards one another, “JASPER!”

“HOGUN!” Your son cheered as the two hugged. Thor gave the two boys an amused look as he herded them back towards the two of you.

“I believe this little one is yours!”

“T-thank you!”

“We’ve never officially met,” Thor grinned, his one blue eye sparkling deviously as his dark brown eye seemed to be gauging you, “I’m Hogun’s father, Thor. God of Thunder!”

“That’s my mommy,” Jasper smiled, crossing his arms, “and I’m on to you. Miss. Jane told me what you called my mommy, and that Mr. Loki is a trickster.”

“Well Mr. Loki is a trickster,” Thor chuckled, leaning down to ruffle his hair. But his gaze caught you as he asked his question, “oh Miss Jane told you what it meant, hmmm?”

“My mom may be a babe, but trust me, you’re gonna have to work for it,” he replied quickly, “whatever that means. That’s what they said anyways!”

“Oh, do I?” he smirked. Jane rolled her eyes at the two of you, already knowing Thor’s less than subtle ways of flirting.

“Do you, what?”

“Have to work for it?” he asked calmly, his gaze melting you.

You nodded, “yeah…I don’t care about fancy tricks, or power moves. But I think my ex-husband might care if you did flirt with me.”

“Oh, I’ve got a few, ‘power moves,’ that I think you’d like very much.”

“No, I don’t think you get it,” Jasper laughed, “my daddy is really strong. Big power moves don’t scare her. My mommy is a high-class stripper…at least that’s what my daddy always says when uncle Steve calls her one…”

“JASPER!”

“What?” he grinned, “Daddy told me that’s where you met before you prayed to god for me!”

“I wasn’t praying to god! I prayed to the stork!”

“Mommy I may be little, but just last week I heard you and daddy praying to god for another baby!”

“Oh really?” Jane smiled, looking at you, “I thought you and Bucky were done praying to god for another baby…”

“Well, I don’t know why she’d be saying things like ‘oh god,’ and daddy would be saying ‘one more’ and calling for a baby!”

Jane laughed, a shit-eating grin on her face. Just last week you had told her that you and Bucky were done, and you were officially off of his dick, “so you and Barnes again…”

“It was a one-time thing, okay,” you muttered extremely embarrassed, “I haven’t had sex in over two years!”

And with your admission you heard Thor’s deep laughter. Your eyes went wide as you had forgotten that he was still near you and hadn’t walked away.

“Worry not, fair maiden. I only tease in good spirits,” Thor chuckled, “I have my own maiden. And we have quite the little blended family between our four.”

You put your hand over your forehead and bit your lip, a new wave of embarrassment flushing over your features. Not only had you slept with your ex-husband, but apparently your son had heard it as well…and he was now telling your best friend and her ex-husband.

“Jasper…honey, mommy loves you, but I think you need to shut up.”

“Ohhh,” Jasper gasped, “shut up is a bad word mommy! Mommy said a bad word…you need to get spanked now!”

“I could happily think of many who would assist with that,” Thor grinned, “Jasper, I could get someone to spank your mommy for using bad words!”

“Well you better do it soon,” he all but roared as he shook his head, “mommy was using them like crazy last week. I could barely sleep!”

“JASPER, Stop it right now!” He looked at you with an icy stare that matched his fathers, “I’m so sorry.”

“Worry not,” Thor chuckled yet again, “Like I said, I know what a small person can say…”

“Daddy, don’t forget, Miss Lily asked if you could stop at the store on the way home. She was gonna make Love’s favorite, but we don’t have any potatoes.”

“Thank you, kind Hogun.” The little boy smiled at his father’s thanks, “Jane…will you and Hogun be fine if I go?”

“Yeah.”

“Enjoy your weekend with your mother, Hogun, and be well to her,” Thor reminded him. The little boy rolled his eyes, already over the idea of his father’s sentimental goodbye as he began talking animatedly with Jasper, “nice meeting you, maiden friend of Janes.”

“Yeah…you too.”

“So you and Barnes…” Jane smirked, nudging you once her ex-husband was finally out of ear shot. You looked at her and she began giggling as the two of you started towards your car, “what happened to just being there for Cami and Jasper?”

“My pussy started feeling left out,” you muttered, ashamed of yourself, “you know how I am when it comes to James, Jane…he’s my kryptonite.”

“They’re superheroes, Mel,” she laughed, “no need to go using their references to describe them.”

“I still love him, Jane.”

“I know, sweetie…but you told yourself when you agreed to be there for Cami and let him back in to Jasper’s life that you wouldn’t let yourself get wrapped back up in him…”

“But Steve’s not controlling him anymore.”

“You really think you and Barnes can make it work this time?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted gently, “but I think I want to try.”

Steve and Cami

Steve sat, hunched over in his heavy, ornate chair. A retired golden boy with tears making his eyes appear to be glassy as he refused to look up. His large hands blocked off his face from the rest of the world as he sniffled into them once more.

To say that he regretted leaving Cami would have been an understatement.

The more time he spent with Peggy, the more that he realized she wasn’t the one that he really loved. He wasn’t entirely sure Cami was the one, but she was damn close to it. She’d done everything for him.

She gave herself to him.

She married him.

She gave him his daughters.

She made him feel like even though he was a man out of time, everything was okay. That she was there to hold his hand.

He never felt that way with Peggy.

Sure, there was a rush. At first.

He’d been given a chance at ‘the one that got away’ because of the accident. Or so he thought. But the longer she was in his arms, the angrier he got.

She was possessive.

She was controlling.

Peggy Carter was his jailer.

It was only in rare instances where Peggy took a mission that Steve was actually able to spend time with his daughters.

His daughters.

He sniffled once again, thinking about his three-year-old set of twins. How he’d spent the first half of the morning with Cami there because the girls didn’t really recognize him and didn’t want to call him daddy.

It broke his heart.

Sam had opted not to hang around, and Steve knew it was for his sake. Because when he was the girls clung to him and called for him.

Steve remembered the days when his girls were his though. All three of them. How beautiful Cami looked when she was pregnant; glowing and excited. How he’d spent so much time setting up the nursery with her, only for them both to be so tired a month in that Steve moved the bassinets into their room for easy access.

How Cami continued to treat him like a king, showing him affection in front of the girls so that they would by proxy accept him too.

And he’d gone forward with Peggy’s requests. Leaving her. Filing for divorce and moving in with Peggy. Trying to get the girls to call Peggy ‘mom’ after Peggy realized that she couldn’t have children of her own.

He knew that he broke Cami’s heart. He stepped on it and shattered it into a million pieces. But that was just like Steve to do something like that. If things ever went too well for him, he had to sabotage it. Because he didn’t believe that he deserved those happy endings.

“Daddy?”

Steve’s head shot up. He hadn’t expected either of the girls to be up, but yet there they stood, in front of their super soldier father with looks of concern on their faces. Steve was quick to wipe his face, not wanting his girls to see him crying.

“H-hey. What are you girls doing up?”

“Daddy…bad dream,” Stephanie squeaked, being the braver of the two. She let go of her twin’s hand and held her arms out to her father, “uppies?”

“Of course,” he sighed, heartbroken that his little girls couldn’t even get a proper night’s rest without Cami with them. He scooped Stephanie up and she instantly nuzzled into his neck. He looked at Jamie, who stood with her hands wrung together. He knew that Jamie had always leaned towards Cami and been more reserved. She wouldn’t offer up any information. Even as an infant she would cry softly to herself and try to self-sooth rather than wake one of them up, “Jamie…do you want daddy to pick you up too?”

She batted her lashes, silent tears falling as she ran to him. He picked her up and she nuzzled against him as well.

“Scary dream daddy.”

“It’s okay babies…daddy’s got you,” Steve cooed, suddenly transported back to the time when Sasha was that small, “I’ll keep the bad dreams away.”

“Keep mean lady way too!”

Steve’s brow furrowed as he looked at Stephanie. She gave him a pointed look, and he knew what she was referring to.

“Peggy is not here, Steph..”

“No more mean lady daddy,” she repeated, tears brimming in her eyes, “Scare Jamie.”

“Scare Stephy too!” Jamie called, not wanting to be left out, “no more lady daddy.”

“Girls-“

“Daddy call mommy…”

Steve frowned, looking at the clock on his desk, “it’s nearly midnight, Stepha-“

“Mommy,” Jamie whimpered, silently crying as her crystalline eyes mirrored his own, “Want mommy.”

Steve sighed and silently agreed, picking up his phone. With a heavy heart he dialed Cami’s number and waited for her to pick up on the video call. Two rings in and she picked up. Steve’s heart melted when he saw his ex-wife. She looked like a nervous wreck.

“Steve…what’s wrong? Is one of the girl-“

“Mommy!” Jamie whimpered, still tucked into her father’s neck.

“The-the girls had a bad dream,” Steve said with a weak tone, “th-they wanted me to call.”

She sighed, and Steve regretted his actions, “hey girls…mommy’s here…”

“Mommy no here!” Stephanie frowned, looking around the room. Cami frowned from her own bedroom, knowing that the girls wanted both Steve and herself in the same room.

“Mommy’s at home babies…you’re with daddy tonight, remember?”

“Mommy too!” Jamie whimpered.

“I-I can’t come to daddy’s house,” she said softly, “Miss. Peggy doesn’t like it.”

“No like mean lady.”

Steve frowned, knowing that Peggy would lose her mind if she came back from the mission early and saw Cami in their place. Steve bit the inside of his cheek and looked at the door of his office, “I-I’m only a floor away from you…we-we could come up…”

Her own eyes flickered away from the camera and Steve knew she was debating on whether or not that was a good idea, especially since she was sort of, unofficially seeing Sam.

“Mommy…want to come home.”

“Just tonight,” she sighed, quickly caving at the request of her daughters, “but you leave in the morning.”

Steve was quick to agree as he picked up the girls and handed them his phone, “talk to mommy while we go…”

“Mommy bad dream!” Stephanie said quickly. She kept Cami occupied, talking all about her bad dream, while Jamie continued to hide away in her father’s neck. Steve slipped on his shoes and made his way out of the apartment.

“You okay Jamie?” he asked softly while they waited for the elevator.

His little girl whimpered again, shaking her head, “want mommy and daddy…”

“I know baby…”

“Mommy and daddy together.”

“Baby…”

She huffed and cried softly against his neck as Steve boarded the elevator, taking it to the floor above himself. When the doors opened, Cami was waiting. She hung up the phone and both girls instantly nuzzled Steve when she reached for them.

“Mommy daddy together…”

“Stephanie,” she said in a warning tone, “we’ve talked about this.”

She shook her head and wrapped her little arms around Steve’s neck. Steve’s brow furrowed and she waved it off, leading him back to her apartment.

When she led him in, everything that he missed about her came rushing back. Everything he missed about being married slapped him across the face. Her apartment felt like home. There were drawings on the fridge, and pictures of herself and the girls nearly everywhere, with a few earlier family photos including Steve dotted among them.

“You can put them in my room,” she offered with a heavy sigh, “they won’t sleep in their beds tonight.”

Steve nodded, following her back to her bedroom to place the girls in the unmade bed. They whimpered, but didn’t fight against him, especially once she joined him in tucking them in. With the girls safely tucked away, Steve followed Cami back out to the kitchen, where she poured herself a cup of coffee.

“You want some?” she asked. He chuckled, his mind going back to when they were infants, and Steve would drink an entire pot of coffee when they woke up in the middle of the night, while she had to settle for a single cup or two. Her brow furrowed, “what? Why are you laughing, Steve?”

He huffed, the chuckle still passing through his lips, “remember when the girls were born…and a month in we were like zombies?”

The small smile pressed onto her face as she nodded, “when the girls had colic?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, feeling more nostalgic as ever as he looked at her, “you were still breastfeeding so you could only have like a single cup of coffee…”

“And you drank the rest of the pot on your own,” she laughed gently, looking longingly at the coffee pot, “I remember you started drinking it straight from the pot one night because you were so far gone. Who knew all it would take was a set of twins to wear out a super soldier?”

“Hey…they’ve both got the serum running through their veins…I’m surprised you could keep up…”

“They’re my babies, Steve…of course I can…”

There was an awkward pause as they both began to feel too comfortable with one another, falling into a slow, but confident rhythm. Steve sighed, “Is it wrong that I miss those days?”

“No,” she offered sadly, “I mean…before we split, I wanted to do it all over again…so-“

But she stopped herself, realizing the error in her words; admitting to the man that she was still in the process of divorcing that she had wanted more children with him. Steve’s heart felt like it fell to the floor, “you wanted another one?”

“Steve…we shouldn’-“

“You wanted another baby?” Steve caught the painful expression on his ex-wife’s face and his earlier emotions came crashing back down. He reached out to her, but she backed away from him, “Cami…”

She was aware of all of his insecurities in another child; how he was afraid that if they did have another one, it would be like him…before the serum. It had been a precursor to a lot of the fights that had pushed Steve towards Peggy. She’d let the idea go though, and Steve had thought she made her peace with it.

“Steve…just don’t…”

Steve stood motionless for a moment. There was so much that he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her that he fucked up. He wanted to tell her that he missed her and that he still loved her. He wanted to promise her the world all over again. But he knew that he couldn’t say any of those words aloud. He knew that despite what had happened between them, Cami still loved him as deeply as he loved her, but neither one of them knew if they could work things out.

Cami had started seeing Sam just a few weeks ago, unofficially.

And he and Peggy were together.

His heart ached in his chest as he looked at his ex-wife, “j-just let me stay the night…for the girls, Cami…”

“Steve…”

“I know,” he said quickly, hearing the hesitancy in her voice. He watched as a few tears caught at the corners of her eyes, “I want to be here when they wake up…”

She nodded, entirely too quiet as she picked up her coffee and sipped it. Steve watched her and his own heart lurched in his chest once more. When she was finished with her cup, she put it in the sink and started towards her bedroom. The door cracked open, and she gently looked back at Steve.

She knew it was the wrong decision the second the words fell from her lips. But nothing had ever felt so right as she whispered it in a tone so low that he almost didn’t hear it, “come to bed, Steve…we both know I missed you in our bed.”

Chapter 2

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