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guilty-pleasures21 · 2 months

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Hii i have an idea for part 3 of interrogation w/ Jason!! SO the roleplay thing could be Red Hood (pretending he's high on sex pollen) with an innocent!reader who he's had a crush on for AGES

Basically him being all like "You're the reason this is hurting so much (referring to his hard-on), don't you wanna help your friend feel better? I'll only feel better if you do it..." And X doesn't know anything about sex so she's like "=) Okay I'll help!" basically gets tricked into fucking him

but this is just a random thot k u dont have to like it :)

(also can I be 🐺anon?)

Hooooooooh! I kept having to take breaks while writing this, because it is SO. F**KING. SPICY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@🐺anon, you are my new hero. I hope I have successfully managed to bring your dirty little fantasies to life and I also personally hope to hear from you again soon because BABE?! ⁉️⁉️ This was AMAZING!!!

Sex pollen with innocent best friend

Jason Todd tricking his best friend he's been in love with for AGES into having sex with him.

Warnings: explicit description of sex including blowjob (f & m receiving), penetration (p in v) and Jason taking advantage of his best friend's innocence. No age gap, but manipulation is involved.

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He stood on his best friend's balcony, heavy pants shaking his chest as the arousal flooded his body. F*cking sex pollen. Why the hell would Ivy even need something like that?! Argh! It didn't matter. Right now, all that mattered was that he find some way to relieve himself. Some way that maybe involved his unfairly gorgeous best friend he'd been in love with for … He couldn't even remember a time he hadn't been pining after her. Jason knocked on the glass door and his heart stuttered in his chest when he saw X's small figure rushing over to him.

Red Hood?! The Red Hood was at her balcony door?! But, oh, he didn't look too good.

“Mr Hood?” She reached up to place a hand on his brawny shoulder and her brows furrowed with concern as she looked up at him. “Is everything all right?”

F*ck! Did she have to be so f*cking cute?! Calling him ‘Mr Hood’ while she gazed up at him with those beautiful eyes of hers, the irises so dark that they reflected the entire night sky in them. He bent over as another wave of arousal hit him, his d*ck starting to throb painfully now that he could smell her sweet strawberry scent. “I'm … I need some … Do you think you could help me out … princess?”

She was right: it was Jason. The Red Hood was the best friend that she'd had a crush on for ages, but always been too insecure to do anything about. He was the Red Hood, after all, why would he ever choose her over the hundreds of beautiful women falling all over themselves to spend just one night with him? “O-Okay.”

She stepped aside to allow him entry into her flat, then locked the balcony door and pulled the curtains shut behind him. But he didn't call anyone else ‘princess’, she argued with herself. He didn't show up to anyone else's place when he was hurt, when he was vulnerable and had absolutely no choice but to depend on someone else for help. She turned to him and tilted her head in question, waiting for him to explain what was wrong.

He wanted to rip all her clothes off and murmur filthy things in her ear, then watch the blush crawl up her cheeks as he ate her out. She was just so innocent, so sweet and so ready for him to just eat her up. He winced as his c*ck gave another twitch at the thought. “I … Some chemical … from Ivy.”

That wasn't good. X took a step closer to him, her heartbeat quickening with anxiety at all the horrible possibilities. “What does it do? Can I help?”

This was it. All those filthy daydreams he'd ever had about her, all those restless nights spent tossing and turning in his bed, trying to imagine what she'd feel like in his arms, they were finally going to come true. But only if he could control himself long enough to convince her to take her f*cking clothes off. “It's … It's not dangerous. But it hurts.”

“Where does it hurt?” Jason placed a hand on his abdomen, then gradually moved it lower, until he landed on his crotch. X's eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh!” she gasped before glancing away from him in embarrassment. “Um, how … What should I do?”

She wasn't sure what he meant by it ‘hurting’, but she hated the thought of him being in pain, of him panting and wincing as he tried to hide it from her.

“Can you … Can you massage it? A little?” His c*ck resumed its throbbing at the idea and he hissed at the sensation. How the f*ck could he be so aroused that it physically hurt?! What the hell was the point of having a poison that could do that?! He was going to f*cking murder Ivy after this. Well, maybe he'd thank her first, if she managed to turn all his fantasies about f*cking his lovely little best friend into a reality. But then he’d definitely still murder her after.

X gulped at the suggestion. She’d never even seen a penis before let alone touched one! But if it would help …

“I can try?” She lowered herself to her knees and reached a hand to his waistband, but stopped before she could grab it. “Do you … Do you need to take your pants off?”

“F*ck, yes,” Jason breathed, undoing his belt and zip. It was that easy?! Shit, he should have pretended to be high on this ‘sex pollen’ ages ago!Maybe then he wouldn’t have wasted so much time trying to figure out how to confess his feelings to her. He ripped his pants and underwear off and kicked them aside, finally allowing his already erect c*ck to spring free.

“Wow!” X squeaked in surprise. He was so big and so hard, his c*ck twitching and throbbing as it begged for relief. X looked up at him, embarrassed by her naive response. “W-What … How should I start?"

Shit, shit, shit! She was so f*cking gorgeous, her almond-shaped eyes all wide and round with innocence as she gazed up at him. He cupped her cheek in his hand and pressed down on her lower lip with his thumb, then sucked in a breath when she parted her lips for him.

“You’re going to want to lubricate it first, sweetheart,” he advised her, his breath catching in his throat at the thought of her rosy lips closing around his c*ck. “Just so you don’t rub the skin raw or anything.” X nodded slowly, then turned her attention back to his c*ck. She dug her fingers into his thighs as she swallowed hard, her heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

“O-Okay,” she agreed. “Should I … What can I put on it?” She turned back up to him in question and he growled at the innocent look on her face. He tipped her chin up, guiding her mouth to his c*ck.

“Just use your tongue, baby. Your saliva should be good enough.” She glanced back at his d*ck as he brushed his thumb along her cheek. Was that … allowed? Wasn’t it kind of dirty for her to suck on her best friend’s c*ck? Even if he was kind of in a lot of pain right now. But … it wasn’t like it counted as sex, right? That was when you penetrated the other person. At least, that was what she understood of it anyway. So maybe it was all right? She opened her mouth as he took hold of his c*ck, letting him slide it onto her tongue before she closed her lips around it.

“F*ck!” He shuddered as she began sucking on his d*ck, her movements slow and careful. She was so cute, her pretty little mouth staying close to his tip, barely able to take him in any further. But shit, it felt good - so f*cking good - having her warm tongue swipe across his slit and trace the veins along his shaft. He tilted her face up to his, wanting to see her pretty eyes peeking up at him from beneath her long, dark lashes as she suckled on his d*ck and he swore he almost came undone at the sight. “Just like that, sweetheart. Just like that, baby. You’re doing such a good job for me, princess, such a good massage.”

But she hadn’t even gotten to the massage part yet - this was just supposed to be the lubrication step, right? She tried to remind him of that - tried to speak around his c*ck that was currently stuffed in her mouth - but her words just came out a mess of muffled moans. Jason’s eyes rolled back in pleasure at the sound - at the fact that his d*ck was filling up her mouth so nicely that she couldn’t even speak! - and he grabbed onto the back of her head to slide her faster along his length.

He was too big, too much, and she felt herself choking a little as his tip bounced against the back of his throat. But he seemed to like that, if the euphoric groans falling from his mouth were anything to go by. He pulled her hard against him and she tried to swallow - an involuntary response - but was stopped by the bulk of his d*ck laying in her mouth.

“F*ck,” Jason groaned, his mind going numb with pleasure at the feeling of her trying to swallow around his d*ck. Shit, it was so f*cking good that it wasn’t long before he was spilling into her mouth, his sticky c*m dripping down her tongue and along the back of her throat. X sputtered, caught off guard, and Jason finally released her so that she could pull her head back. His best friend looked up at him in confusion, wiping away the mixture of c*m and saliva spilling out of her mouth. F*ck, she looked so pretty like that, he wanted to just rip his helmet off and kiss her. But he couldn’t do that, because then she’d know who he really was. And then she’d definitely stop, excruciating pain or not. And no way in hell was he going to let that happen - not until he’d come inside of her, at least. Then he’d reveal his identity to her and f*ck her so good that she’d pass out in his arms from the exhaustion. And then he’d take her out to dinner and confess his feelings for her. Perfect.

“What’s … What was that?” She hadn’t expected for that sticky liquid to come shooting out of him like that. But it seemed to relax him a little, so maybe it was helping?

“That was the poison, sweetheart,” he lied to her, gripping her chin in his hand and brushing his thumb along her lower lip. “You see how much you got out? You see how much you helped me, baby? Such a good girl, princess, taking care of me like that. You want to help me some more?” She brushed her fingers along his shaft, noticing how hard he still was. Was there still a lot of poison inside of him? Why wasn’t it affecting her?

“But … isn’t that dangerous?” she asked him, bewildered. “Won’t I get hurt too?” Jason shook his head quickly, his fingers never leaving her face as they alternated between stroking her cheek and running through her hair.

“No, no, no!” he reassured her, another lie forming in his mind. “It only affects guys, sweetheart. You’ll be fine, baby. You just … You gotta help me get the poison out. Hmm?”

Jason took hold of his c*ck - still painfully hard in his hand - and traced the outline of her lips with his tip. “You see this? You see how hard I still am, baby? That’s ‘cause the poison’s still inside. You gotta keep going if you want to help me, okay?” X nodded and curled her fingers around his c*ck, her slender digits brushing along his shaft delicately.

“Should I … Should I suck on it again?” She kneaded his d*ck as she said it, squeezing and stroking him so gently, like she really was trying to give him a massage. Argh! She was so sweet!

“You can use your hands too,” he assured her, his c*ck springing back to life at her careful touches. She didn’t know how bad the poison was or how long she had to get it out of his system, but the quicker the better, right?

“How … How do I do that?” He took hold of her arms and lifted her up so she was standing before him, her damp shirt clinging to her chest and outlining the stiff peaks of her nipples perfectly. Shit.

“Just … Just like how you’re doing it now, sweetheart,” he told her, his eyes roving across her body beneath his mask. He had to get her out of her f*cking clothes! He trailed his fingers along her curves, trying to come up with an excuse. “But … But don’t you want to take this shirt off? You’re all soaked, princess.”

“I’m okay!” she chirped, her hands leaving his c*ck and moving up to his chest. He was so strong, his muscles all broad and hard beneath her hands. She bit on her lip as he snuck his fingers underneath her shirt and her body shivered at the feeling of his calloused palms brushing along her skin.

“You sure?” he questioned, sliding his hands up and down her sides. Shit, she was soft. “You don’t have to be shy around me, princess. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable. You’ve done so well tonight, helping me out. Let me help you out too. Hmm? Please, sweetheart?” He was asking so nicely - Jason never said ‘please’ - and she was feeling pretty uncomfortable, her shirt all wet with the sticky liquid that had seeped out of him.

“Hmm, okay,” she agreed after a moment of hesitation. Jason swallowed down his elated cheer and slipped her shirt off, casting it aside. Then he turned back to her and all remaining rational thought left his mind. F********ck! She was so. F*cking. Gorgeous! Her curly hair tumbling over her shoulders, her cheek rosy with embarrassment, her perky little breasts all round and full. How was she so perfect?!

“Let me …” Jason reached his hands up and cupped her breasts, then began kneading them gently, marvelling at how soft she was. “You’re still a little sticky, princess. Let me clean you up.”

She let out a surprised yelp when he closed his fingers around her soft flesh and he growled at the sound. But he kept his movements slow, tender, his touch featherlight as he circled her breasts reverently.

“Um, M-Mr Hood?” X managed to squeak out, her mind quickly growing fuzzy at the feeling of his warm hands gliding over her sensitive skin. “D-Do you … s-still … need help?”

Jason grunted in agreement, then slid his hands around her waist and up her back. He pulled her flush against him and groaned as he dragged his fingers down her soft skin. God, he wished he could kiss her. “Yes. I need … I need …”

He pulled back and watched himself trace his hands all along her body, his fingers lingering on the smooth curves of her breasts and waist. Then he slid his fingers into her pyjamas and pulled them down her thighs, letting them fall to the ground. She squeaked in surprise and quickly squeezed her legs together, and he grabbed her ass in his hands, pulling her close to him. “F*******ck. You’re so soft, princess.”

She clutched onto his shoulders, her nipples tingling as they pressed up against his chest. She wasn’t sure how this was helping him, but it seemed to bring him some sort of relief, squeezing and stroking her as he was doing so. He kept groaning and sighing, the deep vibrations of his voice rumbling out of his chest and into her own, causing her body to shiver involuntarily.

“J-Jason, I … Something’s … coming out of me too. You sure I can’t be accidentally poisoned?” She’d felt a sticky liquid - not unlike his own - start leaking out of her vagina earlier, and it was absolutely soaking her thighs by this point. She’d never experienced such a sensation before, but it kept getting worse every time her nipples brushed up against his chest.

“Hmm? Let me see,” Jason commanded, immediately concerned. Was she hurt? Was there actually some sort of poison in the pollen Ivy had sprinkled on him? He’d f*cking murder her if there was; if anything were to happen to his precious little X because of her.

God, this was so embarrassing! He wanted to see her vagina! And the weird discharge that continued to drip out of it! But what if it was something serious? And she needed to go see a doctor? Maybe it was better to just let him check first.

“Um, it’s, um,” she hesitated before stepping back from him and going over to the sofa. Her body trembled as she pried open her legs slowly, exposing her deliciously drenched centre to him, and he fell between her knees desperately. She was so small - and tight, too, probably. Shit, it was going to feel so good being inside of her, so- Wait a minute. Had she just used his name?

“What did you just call me?” Jason looked up at her, a hint of confusion in his voice as he asked her the question. Oh no! Had she used his name? She couldn’t remember - she was too ashamed by the way she’d spread herself out before him, her naked body entirely on display for him.

“Uh, I … M-Mr Hood?” she tried, hoping he was too distracted by the poison to notice her slipup. But, of course, this was Jason, and nothing ever escaped his notice.

“That’s not what I heard, princess.” He took off his jacket, then his shirt, his c*ck continuing to twitch desperately at the sight of her blushing p*ssy, all red and swollen as it begged for his attention. “How long have you known? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Finally, he removed his mask, revealing his dark hair and his sparkling eyes and his sharp jawline. He licked his lips as he leaned closer to her, and she sucked in a breath at the sight. “I-I … I’ve known … for a while now. Just … It’s the way you walk. And how you always call me ‘princess’? I didn’t want to say anything because I thought … I thought maybe you didn’t trust me.”

He dragged his eyes away from her centre for just a moment, just long enough for him to see the pout her rosy lips twisted into. Then he pressed his thumb to her clit and she yelped in surprise at the unfamiliar sensation. “Of course I trust you, princess. I just … I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

He circled her clit for a bit, nudging it gently with his thumb so that she kept twitching and moaning, unable to contain her pleasure. Then he pushed his mouth into her folds and groaned loudly as he began lapping up her juices.

“J-Jason!” she exclaimed, twisting her fingers into his hair in surprise. Her legs wriggled around his head as he dragged his tongue along her sensitive nerves, teasing her and stroking her until her entire body was quivering beneath his touch. “I-Is this … What are you doing? Is this allowed?”

God, she was so cute! And so naughty too - she’d sucked on his d*ck knowing that it was him? The whole time? Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as he'd thought.

“Anything’s ‘allowed’, princess,” he chuckled, the vibrations of his voice tickling her already desperate little p*ssy and pleasing her even further. “We can do whatever we want. And besides, I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m just trying to help clean you up. Hmm?”

He looked up at her and she swallowed at the sight of the sticky liquids dripping down his chin. Was he … Was he eating her up? Did she taste good? She must have if he seemed so satisfied by it. X nodded slowly and tried to relax back into her seat as he returned his mouth to her vagina, his lips closing around her folds and sucking them into his mouth. She tried to keep quiet, to not bother him while he did his best to help her out, but it was so difficult! She just kept squealing and moaning and squirming beneath his touch, the insistent throbbing inside of her getting more and more desperate as he dribbled his tongue along her bundle of nerves. He pulled her into his mouth again and she dug her fingers into the cushions as he circled her entrance with his tongue, trying her hardest to keep still and make his job a little easier. But then he slid tongue inside of her hole and she found herself sliding down the sofa and sighing with relief. Jason gripped onto her knees, holding her apart so that he could push his tongue even deeper inside of her and start lapping at her walls. And then he hit this one spot that had her leg twitching involuntarily, her body tensing up everytime he curled his tongue against it. “J-Jason … S-Something’s .. happening …”

Jason didn’t respond, instead speeding up his movements, his tongue pressing harder against her spot. Then finally, she was coming, her tight little body shaking and shuddering against him as he kept his mouth glued firmly to her p*ssy. He licked her up desperately as she spilled her arousal into his mouth - f*ck, she tasted so sweet! How did she taste so sweet?! - and refused to move even after she’d finished, choosing instead to admire the way her breasts heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath.

“Um, Jace?” she began hesitantly, trying to pull herself away from him. But he tightened his grip on her, keeping her in place so he could continue licking up the sticky liquid splattered all over her thighs. “I-I … feel a lot better now, Jace. The … The throbbing is gone.”

She didn’t know how he’d done it, but he’d managed to get rid of that pulsing sensation inside of her, that tightness that had kept squeezing at her insides. Was that how he was feeling too? The sweat dripping down his forehead, his breaths coming in shallow and heavy pants? It must be painful.

“C-Can I … Can I help you too?” she suggested when he finally dragged his mouth away from her sweet little p*ssy. He looked up at her, dazed, trying to figure out what she was talking about.

“Huh?” he questioned, his brain so clouded with lust and desire that he found himself unable to focus on anything but the taste of her still lingering on his tongue. F*ck, she tasted good.

“Do you still need help, Jay?” X asked, her beautiful little body glistening with sweat as he climbed up over her. Help? What did he need help with? Oh, right: his throbbing d*ck that was still so painfully hard for her.

“Come here. Come here, princess.” He lifted her up, onto his hips, then pulled on her lower back, arching her towards him so that her breasts were right up in his face. He trailed his fingers around one, then squeezed her flesh gently and bent over to groan against her neck when she squealed in response. F****ck. She was so f*cking cute. “I need … I need …”

He nudged her head back with his nose, exposing her throat to him so that he could lick his way along it. She squeaked in surprise as he nipped at her jaw, and he chuckled before finally pressing his lips to hers and kissing her.

She curled her toes as he kissed her, trying her hardest to match his aggressive pace. But she was just so overwhelmed by all the new sensations around her: his warm tongue swirling around her mouth, his broad chest pressing against her breasts, his hard c*ck twitching against her p*ssy. He did feel really nice though, his large form wrapped protectively around her, his familiar masculine scent dancing through the air around her. She shifted in position, wrapping her arms around his neck and sinking into the kiss, and then she didn’t feel so nervous anymore. He groaned as she brushed her tongue against his and pushed her back against the sofa, his hands travelling all over her body as he continued kissing her. He was so gentle, despite his obvious hunger for her, so tender in the way he caressed her soft curves. X smiled against his mouth and Jason pulled back to look at her as their teeth clashed.

“You okay?” he asked, reaching a hand up to cup her cheek. “You okay, baby?” She nodded and nuzzled his palm softly, her lips stretched into a sweet smile. Then she straightened and her features rearranged themselves into an expression of concern.

“But what about you, Jay?” she asked him, feeling how hard he still was beneath her. “You’re still … You’ve still got some of that poison inside of you, right? How do we get it out?” Shit. Jason let his head fall forward onto her shoulder as he bit back a groan. She was so … Ugh! He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back gently, relishing the feeling of her, small and soft in his arms. It was so much better than anything he’d ever imagined.

“You want to help me? Hmm?” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “ You want to help me get this poison out?” He pulled back to look at her, his expression serious as he waited for her answer. But of course she wanted to help him! Of course she’d do anything to help her best friend in the whole world! X nodded eagerly, her fingers still curled loosely around his shoulders.

“It might hurt, princess,” he warned her, his moss-coloured eyes fixed on her face as he brushed his fingers along her cheek. “Just a little, just in the beginning. Are you okay with that?”

“Of course!” she chirped quickly, offended that he’d question her loyalty. “It’s better than you hurting for the rest of the night!”

God, he loved her. If he hadn’t been in love with her before, then he definitely was now. She was just so sweet and so kind, always looking after him and taking care of him. And never expecting anything in return either! Well, he’d take care of her tonight. He’d take such f*cking good care of her, she’d never find herself wanting for anything ever again.

“Tell me if it hurts, all right?” Jason told her, taking hold of his c*ck and rubbing it along her folds. “I’ll … I’ll stop if it hurts.” F*cking liar. How the hell was he going to be able to stop himself once his d*ck got a taste of that sweet little p*ssy of hers? X nodded and Jason shifted in position slightly, lifting her up enough for him to slip his tip into her. She sucked in a breath, unused to the feeling, then exhaled slowly so that her body relaxed to allow more of him in. And f*ck if he wasn’t going to come undone right there. But he maintained his self-control, pushing his d*ck into her inch by inch. She curled her toes and bit down on her lip to muffle her pained whimper, and Jason forced himself to stop. He was already more than halfway inside of her, but he didn’t want to force her. He wanted her to enjoy it, to be pleasured by the feeling of being stuffed full of his c*ck, the bulk of him brushing up against her walls and stretching her out pleasingly.

She curled her toes, feeling a little uncomfortable at the way he stretched her out. It wasn’t an entirely unwelcome sensation though, being so filled up by him like this. And he’d said it would only hurt for a little while. “I-Is this helping, Jay? Does it feel better?”

“Mmhmm, so much better, baby,” he assured her, brushing her hair away from her face. F****ck. She kept leaking around him, her tight little p*ssy soaking him in her warm and slippery c*m, lubricating him so he could move in and out of her more easily. “You okay if I start moving?”

“Huh?” She furrowed her brows as she looked up at him, confused.

“I have to …” he sighed, trying to come up with an explanation. “You know how you were massaging me earlier? With your … your mouth and your hands? I’m going need you to do the same now.”

“O-Okay,” she agreed, still a little confused. But then he thrust himself into her and she yelped in surprise at the sudden movement.

“You okay … sweetheart?” Jason forced out through gritted teeth. He dug his fingers into her sides, trying to stop himself from moving in and out of her. But f*ck, it was hard. Especially when she felt so f*cking good, her sweet little p*ssy throbbing around his d*ck so obediently. X nodded and Jason continued his movements, but slower this time, nice and gentle, his hips rolling against hers carefully. And f*ck, it felt so good, sliding in and out of her, hearing the sweet squelching sound every time he moved.

“Mmm, f*ck,” Jason mumbled, lowering his head to her shoulder as he continued moving his hips against hers. It had been a little uncomfortable at first, but she was starting to get used to the size of him now. And it felt really nice, having him fill her up so nicely, the bulk of him brushing against her walls carefully and his tip prodding against this one spot inside of her that had her shivering with relief. She curled her arms tighter around him and he began pressing open-mouthed kisses to her neck and shoulder, his lips and tongue travelling along her skin appreciatively. “Feels so good, princess.”

He dragged his nails down her back, then pulled her hips against his and bent over to press his lips to her nipple. She let out a choked gasp as he suckled on her gently, then twisted her fingers into his hair. “J-Jason … Are we … Isn’t this, like, sex … or something?”

“Yeah, but it’s … it’s okay, right, princess?” he asked her in between the tender kisses he showered over her breasts. “You’re just … You’re just helping me out, right? Helping me get the poison out and feel better?”

“Mmm, yeah …” she conceded, her body tightening as he continued to suck on her breasts and pump his c*ck in and out of her. It was … kind of nice, having sex with him. He was really gentle and he kept making sure that she was comfortable before moving any further. She decided that she liked it. Jason pulled her breast into his mouth and sucked on it, then released it again with a ‘pop’. X squealed at the sensation and Jason looked up at her, concerned.

“What happened? You all right, princess?” he asked her quickly, his expression dazed, his eyes dark with lust. X nodded quickly.

“Yup!” she reassured him, starting to enjoy herself a little. She glanced away from him, giving a shy smile that made his heart start beating like crazy. “It just feels nice, that’s all.” Jason gave a wicked grin, then increased the movements of his hips as he returned his mouth to her breasts. It wasn’t long before she was shaking and shuddering in his arms, her p*ssy squeezing around his c*ck as she came for him. Jason moaned and squeezed her tighter, delighting in the way her small body shivered against him as he held her close. And then he returned his attention to her breasts, determined to make her c*m for him until she passed out in his arms.

“J-Jason …” X whined as he licked and sucked on her breasts, her body exhausted from the numerous orgasms he kept giving her. It had been more than an hour since he’d started and she didn’t think she’d be able to take anymore.

"Just one more, baby, just one more,” Jason pleaded with her, his hard c*ck pumping in and out of her repeatedly. He meant it this time: he could feel himself starting to slow down, the testosterone finally starting to recede from his body. But god, she looked so hot, her sweet little p*ssy stuffed full of his c*ck - all the way up to his balls now - her thighs and abdomen splashed with his c*m that he’d quickly replace everytime it started drying on her skin. F*********ck! He bounced her up and down on his lap, feeling his body start to tighten in anticipation. And then she was milking his d*ck again, and he was coming inside of her, his c*ck shooting every last drop of his sperm inside of her. X moaned as she shuddered in his arms, her body twisting and contracting as his old c*m spilled out of her p*ssy again. Shit, she was so cute when she was coming, her forehead creased in frustration, her eyes shut tight with fatigue, her lips twisted into an annoyed pout. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was done, his c*ck finally going limp in her p*ssy, and slumped over in exhaustion.

“Jason! Sleep!” X pawed at his shoulder drowsily before sinking into his chest. Jason smiled and stroked her hair gently before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, never having felt more satisfied than right then, the girl he’d loved for so long falling asleep in his arms.

“All right, sweetheart,” he relented, already planning out their date for tomorrow night. “Let’s get you washed up and into bed.”

AHHH! I'm sorry if the ending is a bit abrupt, I wanted to finish this and get it out before I went to bed!!!

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still-a-morosexual-help · 7 months

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Okay fine Mechat has some actually interesting concepts & stories.......

1. Succubus LI trying desperately to suck out MC's life via sex Vs. Demisexual MC who just wants to eat burgers, go on walks & sleep well at night

2. DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE!!!??

3. Her:

4. Dead guy trying to scam other dead people out of their money and trying his best to seem scary and morbid Vs. MC who lives next to a cemetery, is morbidly fascinated by death, at most thinks he's funny

5. Genius indie game developer escaping an abusive family + MC willing to throw hands with his mother at any given moment

6. Nonbinary mermaid. That's it. (merperson?)

7. Polycule with 4 eldritch horrors. They're personifications like the Sins but they've got 0 control and you get to see what that actually means

8. Sea demon trying desperately to eat MC Vs. MC enjoying making his life living hell and making him flustered by flirting with him - also they have some of the funniest chats

10. Nonbinary dragon with a gem/jewellery making hyperfixation

11. Modern day beauty and the beast retelling except it's VERY CLEAR that if he ever permanently turned into a human MC would ditch him so fast.

LI: I'm a terrible hideous monster, a freak, no one will ever want me, I literally look like if someone stretched a dog's skin over a human's body, you should leave me and never come back

MC: Take off your shirt

12. Overworked barista MC who is just done and dead inside and just begging the man with a gun who just crashed through the cafe's window to shoot them in the face

13. """The stray cat I brought home turned into a hot naked guy who basically called me useless, kicked me out of my own bed and home, then texted me to cry about how I don't care for him because I went to work without leaving any cat toys out for him to play with but I'm going to coo at him and give him anything his little bastard heart desires no matter how much it inconveniences me and no matter how much he flip flops between hating my entire existence and Immediately crying when I leave him alone for longer than five minutes because I'm still a cat owner and this is the type of insanity that consumes every single cat owner ever"""

Also includes:

• They/them gender neutral MC

• Customizable sprites for MC

• Voice messages with amazing voice acting

• You can choose if you want to see 18+ content or not, and the sex scenes can range from being inferred to very explicit

• Dom/sub/top/bottom/switch/vers MCs

• Multiple poly LIs

• Some stories allow you to switch LIs - play the same story with a different character so you can have your preference

• Treasure trove for the monster fuckers ft LIs like;

a.) Mythical beings like Medusa

b.) Extraterrestrials like aliens similar to the ones from Avatar

c.) Straight up furry content - like anthropomorphic animals

d.) Hybrids - humans with animal ears & tails

e.) Eldritch beings like Death

f.) Horror-esque characters like killer (?) clowns & ghouls

g.) Supernatural beings like demons and witches

h.) Not monsters but also: knights & pirates

• Also just normal average sweet LIs too

• My favourite: updated mod for unlimited gems

Part 2 of interesting routes

#mechat

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auras-moonstone · 8 months

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august — ethan landry (part two)

word count: 1,674

pairing: hockey player!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: after a couple of days filled with avoidance and sadness, y/n and ethan finally talk.

author’s note: there was obviously no other way of ending august season than with part two. i loved writing these august stories, and i hope i didn’t disappoint with this second part <3

part one part two

DAYS HAD GONE BY SINCE THE TALK AT THE PARKING LOT, SINCE Y/N ACCIDENTALLY TOLD ETHAN SHE LOVED HIM AND SINCE DREW FOUND ETHAN CRYING IN THE HALLWAY. The boy had been completely honest with Drew, telling him all about their summer. At first he was really pissed at Ethan, but then realized that, even though the boy had messed up badly, his intentions were good. He didn’t want to humiliate Betty in front of the school, but he could’ve handled things a bit better.

The day after the fight, Ethan broke up with Betty, and the news flashed around the school in the blink of an eye. Y/N had heard the rumours from Inez, but since most times you couldn’t believe a word she says—she was the gossip of the school and her data was almost always wrong—, she tried to ignore it.

“I think this time it is true” Willow said, talking about the break up rumour.

Y/N shrugged “I don’t know. Mr. Golden Boy doesn’t want to cause any unnecessary drama near the match” she said bitterly.

“I can’t believe he said that” her blonde friend shook her head in disbelief. “I honestly thought you’d be together by the end of the day.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s hard to resist those puppy brown ey- holy shit you look like you’re going to kill me” Willow laughed. “I’m just stating a fact, Y/N/N. I don’t have a crush on him or anything.”

“I was just too hurt to be deceived by his gorgeous, irresistible brown eyes” Y/N said.

“Even when you’re mad at him you’re simping” Willow laughed in amazement.

Y/N groaned “I’m hopeless. Everytime I compliment him, you have to pinch me in the arm.”

“Deal”

Y/N LAID ON HER BED STARING AT THE CEILING WISHING TIME WOULD SLOW DOWN. It was the day of the match, she had her brother’s jersey on—which made her sad because it reminded her of when she wore Ethan’s—and was waiting for his brother to be ready to go to the venue.

She wanted time to freeze, she wanted to avoid that hockey game. Obviously, the reason why she was dreading to go was Ethan. She hadn’t seen his stunning face since the parking lot disaster, she had been playing hide-and-seek with him, doing everything not to cross paths with him. Not that Ethan had tried talking to her—which made her both relieved and angry.

“This is too close” Y/N sighed, as they sat on the bench, very near the ice rink.

“Relax, he will be wearing a helmet. You’re safe from his charm” Willow tried calmed her down.

“His charm is also his ridiculous tall frame” Y/N replied.

“God” Willow groaned in frustration. “You two need to talk cause you’re driving me crazy.”

Y/N looked at her guiltily “I’m sorry, Willow. I’m the worst.”

“Fuck, no no. Now I feel bad, I was kidding, Y/N/N” she hugged her. “But seriously, are you ever going to talk about it properly?”

“I don’t know” Y/N looked down at her lap. “He hasn’t tried to… maybe he’s done with me.”

“I doubt that.” Willow said confidently.

“Do you think I should be the one who makes the first step?” Y/N asked.

The blond girl shook her head “No, he’s the one who should be apologizing.”

“Right” she said, shifting on her seat.

Willow eyed the action carefully. “You’re actually thinking about making the first step.” she accused her.

“It has crossed my mind several times, but I’m not going to do it” she assured her. “I really miss him, tho.”

“I know” Willow took her hand in comfort.

The players entered the rink, and Drew instantly searched for his sister, waving at her. She waved back just as enthusiastically as him.

“Golden boy alert” Willow whispered from beside her.

Right behind Drew stood Ethan. Y/N couldn’t see his face, as it was covered by the helmet, but his broad shoulders and large frame were recognisable. For a moment, she forgot what had happened between them, and she almost smiled. It was like a reflect, because that’s what she used to do every time he looked at her from the rink.

Ethan would be lying if he said he had forgotten how pretty Y/N looked on that hockey jersey, because the image of her in it lingered on his mind. Everything about her was tattooed on his mind. He wanted to skate towards her and hug her until his arms grew restless, and he probably would’ve, if the whistle hadn’t blown.

When Ethan scored the first goal, Y/N’s chest bursted with proudness and happiness and celebrated loudly with the rest of the spectators. And then, Ethan broke the group hug to look towards the seats—towards her. He raised his hockey stick to point it at her, and Y/N stood frozen on her place as she felt countless pairs of eyes glued to her frame.

“Did he just-“ Y/N whispered, to no one in particular.

“Holy shit, Y/N/N” Willow said, almost as shocked as her. “He dedicated you his fucking goal. In front of the whole university. And you thought he was done with you.”

She couldn’t help but smile widely. Was she weak? Maybe. But she just missed him too much to be mad anymore.

THE CELEBRATION PARTY WAS APPARENTLY HOSTED BY DREW, SO Y/N ARRIVED HOME AND SOON IT WAS FILLED WITH DRUNK PEOPLE AND LOUD MUSIC. She locked her room and decided to stay in her porch listening to her own music. People that passed by looked at her weirdly. Everyone was partying in their nice outfits and she was sitting outside alone, in her pjs and cardigan.

Ethan saw her as he got closer to her house, and his chest compressed. It was like he couldn’t breathe. He just showed up to the party to talk to her. The speech had been rehearsed in front of the mirror ever since he got home the day of their fallout. He had dreamed about this countless of times, and he had seen every possible outcome. Hopefully, the night would end with both of them kissing on the porch.

Y/N raised her head at the sound of the wood creaking, and there he was—standing in her front porch light, with his sequin smile, Levi’s and a hoodie.

“Hi” she said softly. Her voice felt like a caress to his ears.

“You’re here alone” Ethan said confused, leaning against the wooden railing, right in front of her.

“I hate the crowds, you know that.” Y/N said simply. “You’re not dressed for a party.”

“I didn’t come here for the party” Ethan confessed. Y/N looked at him expectantly. “I know that what I did to you was the worst, but I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. I… I don’t have feelings for Betty, but I didn’t want her to be humiliated in the hallways, so I thought I should wait until the end of classes. And then she pulled my arm around her, and you saw it and-shit I messed up so badly, Y/N. I’m not proud of how I handled things. I don’t know if you’ll forgive me, but I don’t want you to doubt that I love you. Because I do, so fucking much. The only thing I want to do is make it up to you, so tell me what you need—time, not to talk to you ever again, punch me. Whatever. But I really am sorry and I miss you.”

There. He finally explained things, and now it was up to her. Would she have him? Would she still want him? Or would she tell him to go fuck himself?

“I’m not going to say I overreacted, because I didn’t. That day felt like a punch in the face, but I understand what you did. We both handled things horribly, we were so consumed by us that we should’ve realized it was something that needed to be addressed before classes started.” Y/N said, and then smiled so beautifully that Ethan wanted to cry. He didn’t want to stop having the privilege of seeing it. He needed her back. “You’re a good person, way better than me, because I didn’t even think about what it would be like for Betty.”

“Well, she has always been mean to you…” Ethan spoke.

“Yeah, but still. It was bitchy of me, and sweet of you. I’m sorry, I should’ve let you explain way earlier but…”

Ethan shook his head. “You were hurt, I get that. I understand, and you shouldn’t apologise for that.”

Y/N stood up, cardigan sliding from one of her shoulders, and slowly made her way to him. “Hi”

Ethan chuckled and the corners of her lips turned upwards. She had missed making him laugh, but above all she missed the way his eyes shone when he laughed. “Hi… hey, what happened to your arm?” he asked, dragging the fabric of the cardigan even lower to inspect her bruises.

“Oh… that was Willow” Y/N said, and the boy widened his eyes.

“Willow hit you?!”

“No, she just pinched me a lot… because I asked her to” she explained, but Ethan looked even more confused. “Never mind, just don’t worry about it.”

“Your kinks turned weird” Ethan laughed when she bumped her shoulder with his. Then, he patted the wooden rail next to him. “Sit here.”

“What are we doing?” she asked when he took a step closer, stepping between her legs. Ethan just lowered his head to press kisses on her bruises.

“There, I kissed it better” Ethan smiled. Y/N couldn’t believe how a human being could be so adorable.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested the side of her face on his chest. “I missed you. I love you”

“Missed you too, and love you even more” he put his forehead on her shoulder, embracing the confort that the girl’s touch gave him. A few minutes passed, and Y/N called his name to make him look up. “Yeah?”

“I want to kiss you” Y/N whispered.

“Do it. I’m certainly not opposed.”

Their lips met with eagerness after days of pining and longing, and they didn’t stop moving until a group of drunk players stepped on the porch.

“Want to go my car?” Y/N asked, and Ethan nodded immediately.

The back of her car was a bit small for both of them, but they didn’t care. Being with each other was all they needed.

tags: @yookayyo @kn1n3 @midnightmystic @1horrormoviewhore1 @bugballer @hwalllllllelujah <3

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yelenasdiary · 9 months

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“I just really need to have you here right now.”

Maybe reader was about to give birth? And she wants Yelena on her side.

Military!Yelena x Reader

-👸

Coming Home

Pairing: Military! Yelena Belova x Fem! Nurse! Reader

Summary: Being married to a soldier and expecting your first child wasn’t easy but you coped.

Translations: printsessa (princess),

AC: This is literally the only variant of Yelena that I can see having a child and as always, I used the wheel of names to pick the gender! I hope you enjoy this! x

As a nurse, you knew the symptoms and you knew it was best to get a second opinion before letting yourself get excited and sharing the news with your wife. So, when your doctor returned with your tests results and a comforting smile, it was no surprise that your eyes began to fill with tears.

"Are you okay Mrs Belova?" your doctor asked, unsure if the news something good or bad. You grabbed a tissue from the box on her desk and wiped your tears while nodding, "I'm just fine" you smiled, "I'm just very happy" you added. Your doctor smiled, "you had me worried for a moment" she chuckled, "go home, tell your wife. I will make a follow up appointment within a few weeks for a check-up and to make sure everything is going smoothly" she added with a smile, you nodded again as you stood from your chair.

"Thank you so much, for everything!" You shook her hand.

"Congratulations" your doctor smiled once more as she shook your hand.

The whole drive home your mind was racing on how you wanted to tell Yelena the news. Getting to this moment wasn't easy and it took a lot of work and time, but you wouldn't change any of it for the world. Opening the door to your home, you were greeted with the smell of a roast dinner and your two dogs running from the living room to greet you.

Fanny and Gizmo wagged their tails like crazy as you greeted them with excitement. Fanny was the first dog you and Yelena adopted while Gizmo was a rescue dog that Yelena brought back from one of her deployments. It took a little time for Gizmo to warm up to you and Fanny, but it's been three years since she was brought home and now she's inseparable from Fanny.

"Mmm" you hummed as you entered the kitchen, "dinner smells amazing" you added as Yelena turned around and smiled before gently pulling you in for a kiss. "I wanted to give you a break from cooking" she replied but something in her tone of voice told you she was hiding something.

"Is that all?" you asked, giving her a soft smile. Her eyes dropped as she ran her tongue over her lips, "I've gotta go back" she admits and just like that, worry took over your once excited mind. "But you just got back" you frowned slightly, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck. Being married to a soldier was never going to be easy, you knew that but when she got back, you knew you'd have some time with her before the next deployment.

"I know, but they need me" Yelena replied, looking into your eyes. You could see she was also disappointed. You kissed her once more while playing with the baby hairs on the back of her neck, "I need to tell you something" you spoke softly not wanting that excitement to fade away so quickly.

"What's wrong?" Yelena asked with worry in her tone. You led her to the dining room and sat across from her, your original plan on how you wanted to tell her the news was no longer a thought. You reached for her hands and smiled softly at her touch. "Baby is everything okay?" she asked, her eyes searching yours for an answer.

"Everything is fine my love, but, when I tell you this, I want you to know I'm telling you because I want too, not because you have to go back, okay?"

Yelena nodded without saying a word, her full attention was on you.

"I wasn't out just now having a coffee with a co-worker" you admitted, your stomach fluttered with nerves. "I was at the doctors; I had a couple of tests done and they all came back positive" you added.

Yelena's eyes shot open and a smile tugged at her lips causing you to smile widely at her as tears filled your eyes once more, "I'm pregnant" the words flew out of your mouth. Yelena jumped from her seat before rushing over to you and picking you up in her arms making you squeal.

"How far along are you?" your wife asked when she gently placed you back on your feet.

"I'm 6 weeks, I just wanted to be 100% sure before I said anything"

"And you're feeling okay? Everything is okay? What did the doctor say?" All these questions came flying out of her mouth making you giggle at her excitement.

"I'm fine, some morning sickness here and there but I'm good, everything is good, we have an appointment for our first ultrasound in 2 weeks"

Yelena sighed, "I won't be here"

You cupped her face gently, placing a kiss on her forehead, "I know baby, but it's okay because I'll get a tape of it and we can watch it over and over when you come home"

Yelena nodded, even though the thought of not being there for the first ultrasound disappointed her, she didn't let that take away the happiness and feeling of joy she was having right now.

----

It's been three months since Yelena was deployed again, the two of you spoke every chance you got, and you updated her on everything about the pregnancy so far. You had decided it was best for you and the baby to step down from your military duties as a nurse and continue to work at the veteran's clinic. The decision also gave Yelena peace of mind that you were safe.

At 12 weeks, Yelena was bursting to tell Nat about the news. You knew the moment she had told her older sister because Natasha would come to see you every day to make sure you were doing okay and if you needed anything. You didn't mind as much because you knew this was how Yelena was able to protect you from anything being so far away.

You were waiting at the airport with your hand gently resting on your 5-month showing bump when Yelena came walking out of the arrivals with the softest smile on her lips. She dropped her bag at her feet and wrapped her arms around you instantly, hugging you tightly but not too tight of course. "I missed you so much!" you whispered while tears of happiness filled your eyes.

Yelena pulled back slightly and wiped your tears before she found both of her hands on your stomach, "I missed you both" she smiled, placing a kiss on your lips, "the webcam didn't do you justice, you're so beautiful" she spoke. You couldn't help but raise a brow, "is that you saying I look bigger in person?" you asked with a playful smirk. Yelena's eyes shot open for a moment as she shook her head, "n-no" she replied before chuckling.

"You're lucky I love you" you jokingly rolled your eyes, "I have a surprise for you and we have about an hour to get there" you added. Yelena looked at you slightly confused, "what have you done?" she asked.

"Well, I asked to push back my last ultrasound until today, I have footage of the others for us to watch tonight but I thought we could found out the sex today, together" you explained.

"You want to know the sex? Are you sure?"

"Yes. Baby, you haven't been able to be there for the others and I want to experience this one with you as our first. I only have you home for a few days before you go back an-" you paused trying to fight back your tears. Since falling pregnant, you've found yourself crying a lot more easily than before. "I w-want you to k-know what we're having in case som-"

"Hey" Yelena pulled you into her chest as she rubbed your back. It was clear now that this was something that had been on your mind for some time and Yelena wasn't sure on how to ease your mind. She placed a kiss on the top of your head before gently making you look up at her, "I'm glad you want to know the sex because I don't think I could wait, even if I wanted too" she said with another soft smile as she wiped your tears once again. "Come on, we don't want to be late" she added before picking up her bag and throwing it over her shoulder.

Yelena's eyes were glued to the small black and white screen as the doctor took down some notes. "That's our baby" Yelena smiled proudly, you brought her hand to your lips, kissing the top of her hand as she watched every movement the unborn baby was doing.

"Would you two like to know the sex?" the doctor looked at you both, the two of you nodded with excitement before the room filled with silence as the doctor doubled checked everything. Yelena squeezed your hand with excitement when the doctor looked at you both again.

"Congratulations, you're having a baby girl" she smiled.

----

Yelena went back for a month while she carried out her duties before requesting time off to be there for you during the remainder of your pregnancy. It wasn't easy for her to get the time off but given how loyal she is to her duties; she was given the time off and a little extra.

You took maternity leave from work and were soaking up the time you now had with your wife, the two of you decorated the nursery, painting the walls in a lavender like purple and Yelena put together the crib while you placed family photos on the walls. Everything was going well until Yelena was called to go back, this time it was urgent but of course, to keep you from worrying she kept that detail to herself.

Now here you were, in the middle of your 8th month of pregnancy waving off your wife while Natasha and Kate stood beside you.

"She'll be home before you know it" Nat spoke in hopes to comfort you, but you shook your head at her words, "you don't know that" you replied before making your way back to the car.

The last few weeks of your pregnancy you thought would be very different, but you found yourself preparing your bag for the hospital alone, getting nervous about giving birth and making sure you everything was ready for when you brought home your daughter. Natasha decided to come stay with you for the remainder of your pregnancy, but it wasn't the same, you wanted your wife, you needed her.

Your water broke around 10:15pm on a Friday night as you were gently rubbing your swollen stomach and talking to your unborn baby about her mama and how much you missed her and wish she was here right now. Natasha took you to the hospital and waited by your side.

"I need to call Lena" you looked to Natasha who nodded, "we'll try her and see if she picks up" she replied as she pulled her phone from her back pocket.

"Natasha, is everything okay?!"

"Y/n wants to talk to you, can you talk?"

"Yeah, of course, put her on"

Nat handed you the phone and stepped out of the room to give you some privacy.

"Lena?"

"Hey darling, I got Natasha's messages, how you are you doing? How's our printsessa?"

"We're okay for now, a few contractions here and there but the midwife says I still have a few centimetres to go before they'll take me to the delivery room. I need to know you're okay, that you're going to come home"

"Baby, I need you to focus on you and our beautiful girl. I'm fine, I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

"I just really need to have you here right now"

"I know baby, I'm here, I promise"

"But you're not Lena! You're over there, you should be here by my side"

"I am darling, I'm going to stay on the phone the whole time & I know it's not the same, I wish I could be there, I'd do anything to be there right now"

Yelena was right, it wasn't the same but knowing you still had her somehow, made things seem just a little better.

----

After hours of labor, your daughter finally came into the world, screaming and healthy. You heard a quiet sob on the other end of the phone when your daughters first cries entered the world, you knew she was just a happy as you were, and you couldn't wait for Yelena to meet her.

Natasha smiled at her sister when she entered the waiting room of the hospital, "about time!" she teased the blonde.

"Getting a flight home was hell, how is she?" Yelena placed her bag on the empty chair besides Natasha.

"She did amazing, she's resting now"

"and th-"

"She's perfect, I haven't seen her yet but the midwife told me she arrived healthy and with a set of lungs" Natasha interrupted her sister. Yelena smiled softly, her original plan was to surprise you and be here just in time for the birth but sometimes things just don't work that way but she was just happy she was here now. "Why haven't you seen her yet?" Yelena asked.

"She deserves to meet her mama first before she meets me and knows that I'm her cool aunt and she won't ever tell you but, I'll be her favourite" she replied with a smirk causing Yelena to raise a brow, "Ha!" she fake chuckled at her sister's joke before the room went silent.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Go!" Natasha gave Yelena a gently push towards the room you were in, "Room 4, I'll be here" she added before sitting back down next to Yelena's bag.

When Yelena entered your room, she couldn't help but smile softly to herself when she saw you fast asleep. She wandered over to you quietly and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead just before a nurse popped her head in.

"Hi, sorry, there's meant to be no visitors" she whispered careful not to wake you. Yelena turned and faced her, "I'm her wife" she replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry" the nurse smiled, "would you like me to bring up the baby? She's due for a feeding an hour" she added. Yelena nodded knowing it was only a moment before she would meet her daughter.

----

Stirring in your sleep, your eyes fluttered awake to the soft sound of a familiar voice. "and that's how I met your mommy. Between you and I, I think I fell in love with her the first time I saw her, but don't tell her that. That's our secret!" Yelena spoke softly with your daughter in her arms looking up at her mama as if she truly understood a single word Yelena was saying.

"I heard that" you smiled at the sight, "You're here" you added as Yelena carefully walked over to you and sitting on the edge of your bed. "I tried to get here in time for you but trying to get a flight wasn't working, I'm sorry" she replied as she looked up at you.

"You're here now and I'm sorry I snapped over the phone"

"Don't be sorry, none of that matters, not now. Not when we have this beautiful girl" Yelena smiled softly once more, "she's so tiny" she added.

"She did not feel that tiny coming out, trust me" you joked as you looked at your daughter falling asleep in Yelena's arms. "Have you made it official yet? Her name?" you asked.

"You sure?" Yelena questioned, you nodded, "I am"

"Well in that case, welcome to the world, Natalia Katherine Belova"

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #fanfiction #marvel #black widow #military! yelena

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musings-of-a-rose · 1 year

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What the Hell Are Fancams?

Pairing: Teacher Ben (SNL) x f!reader

Word Count: 2500+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: Absolutely felt called out during the SNL sketch with Teacher Ben but I knew I had to write a little something for him. I'm pulling from my own experience as an ASL interpreter in the school system (glad I finally can incorporate it!). Thanks to @vanemando15 for her help in this and for being a beta!

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What the Hell Are Fancams? PART 2

New year, new school, new student. Such is the life of an American Sign Language interpreter when you work in schools.

My last student moved out of the district so I was assigned a different one. This student's interpreter wanted to go back to work with the little ones and while I loved my time with them, it was time to swap grades.

My student is amazing and comes from a rare family, in that she is the only member that is Deaf but everyone in her life learned ASL from the moment she failed her hearing test. In most families it's the complete opposite, causing significant language delays and isolation. It never fails to blow my mind how many people won't learn a language for their child, especially when they'd both be starting from the beginning.

This student, Chelsea, I had worked with from her time in pre-k to 5th grade. It was great already having an established repertoire with a student and we easily fell back into our normal chatter, her filling me in on anything I missed for the few years I was back in Pre-K.

So how's this school? I ask, as she's been here 2 years already.

Not bad. Teachers are mostly ok. Too much homework though.

That's usually the case with high school. Any favorite classes?

I like acting class, but my favorite teacher is Mr. Ben. He teaches marine biology. She gives me a look I can't discern at this.

Oh?

Yeah you know, like about the whales you like and other ocean stuff.

You're in marine bio 2 and you're calling it ocean stuff? Sounds like a great ocean stuff teacher.

She rolls her eyes at me. You know what I mean. Plus he's…

He's..what?

She smirks her mischievous smile that I know can only mean trouble. Nothing. Don't worry about it.

Chelsea-

Oh look we're at math class.

Saved by the bell, indeed.

After math was lunch, followed by marine biology. Since it was the first day, I decided to eat quickly and get to the next class a little early so I can start on my "who I am and where I and my student need to be placed" speel. Although he may not need it since Chelsea was in his class before. Still, you never know what a previous interpreter did.

I knock softly on the door and male voice tells me to come in. I push the door open and see that the teacher has his back to me, bent over his desk grabbing something. His very broad back.

"Uh hi. I'm the interpreter for your Deaf student for next period and I'm here to answer any questions-"

He turns around and I forget what I'm saying. Bright, brown eyes focus on mine, brown hair that looks so soft with greys starting to creep in, matching the patchy facial hair he has. His nose? Don't get me started on the thoughts I'm having about that nose. He's wearing a blue plaid shirt tucked into black pants, and a tie with tropical fish on it.

A faint pink dusts his cheeks when he looks at me. "H-hi. I'm Ben Morales. The kids call me Mr. Ben."

He holds out his hand and I shake it, willing my nerves to not come through it. God he's hot. I wonder if this is what Chelsea was talking about. In fact, I'm sure it is.

I launch into my speel, albeit a little faster than I normally would, but Ben just nods along and does whatever I ask of him.

"Do you have any questions?" I ask.

"Um… not right now. You're a little different than the last interpreter." He coughs and takes a sip from his water bottle.

"Ah yeah we all do things a little different. Is there anything that worked well for the student and you that I can accommodate?"

He chokes on his water, coughing violently. I move quickly, thumping him on the back but his face keeps getting redder.

"You-" He coughs "-want to go on-" He coughs more "- a date?"

It's my turn to have my cheeks heat up. "I- what? No I said accommodate… are you ok?"

He nods, muttering something like "Oh shit" under his breath as he turns away from me, his coughs dying down. But before we can talk more, the bell rings and students start moving about the halls.

"Well let me know if there's anything I can do to date you, Mr. Ben. ACCOMMODATE! Accommodate you!"

Fuck. Me.

A tap on my shoulder and I turn to see Chelsea, lips upturned in that mischievous smirk.

I see you've met Mr. Ben.

I have. He's…nice.

Yeah, nice. Is that why your face is all sweaty and warm?

What?

She laughs and takes her seat, eyes flicking between me and Mr. Ben as the bell rings and he starts his lecture.

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I find myself making it to that class a few minutes before the bell rings just to have a moment to talk to him. When I can talk, that is. I've never met someone who makes me trip over my words as much as he does. But soon, we settle into a routine, after bonding over our mutual love of orca whales. A couple weeks in, I bought him a brightly colored tie with orcas swimming on it. The smile he had could be seen from space.

Chelsea can't seem to wipe the smirk from her face whenever she sees us talking.

He likes you. Chelsea signs, giving me a wink.

Focus on your test, Chelsea.

It's hard to when you guys are up there yelling your love for each other. You should ask him out.

This has nothing to do with your classwork. And this is highly inappropriate.

She scoffs. You've known me forever.

Yes but you're not an adult.

I'll be 16 soon. And I'm not an idiot. Everyone knows you guys like each other.

What do you mean "everyone"?

She gestures around the room. Everyone. It's in the fancams too.

The..what?

F-A-N-C-A-M-S. She repeats the sign.

Thanks but I have no clue what that is.

She laughs and Mr. Ben walks over.

"Everything ok? Any questions?" He's talking directly to Chelsea and not addressing me, which is exactly what I told him to do on day one.

"No, I'm good Mr. Ben. I was just telling my interpreter about fancams." I voice for her, trying to keep my cool.

His face goes blank. "The what?"

She laughs. "You don't know?"

Before he can answer the bell rings and we head off to next period.

At the end of the day, Chelsea takes my phone and pulls up one of these fancams and wow. It's basically a Mashup of hidden video and photos taken of Mr. Ben that have been heavily edited and music added, making him look hot. How is this appro-

Oh shit I'm in this one. Apparently Chelsea is not the only one to try and push us together.

Shit.

The next day, I make it to his class early as usual. He walks from around his desk to lean sit in front of it.

"Hey Mr. Ben."

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Ben?"

I smile. "Sorry. Habit."

"Hey…so what was that fancam business from yesterday?"

Oh.

"I uh.."

"Please tell me. These kids all talk about them and I have no clue what they are."

"I don't-"

"Please?"

Oh God his eyes are all big and brown and just like a damn puppy.

I sigh, shaking my head when I realize that was audible and I'm staring too long into his eyes. I could get lost in those eyes.

I pull my phone out and walk over to him, leaning my butt against the desk next to him.

"Ok, so please remember that I was shown these and am in no way affiliated with the creation of the fancams."

He chuckles, leaning in closer to me. He smells good, like fresh parchment and aftershave.

"Are you ok?" He asks me.

"What? Oh yeah. Uh the fan cams."

I scroll through and pull one up, handing him my phone as it plays. His face becomes redder as it plays on.

"I uh..who…who made these?"

"I'm not sure. Chelsea said a bunch of the students did-"

"There's more than one??"

"Y-yeah. Look." I swipe through a few more until it settles on the one that puts us together. I try to swipe past it but he catches sight of it before I can.

"What was that one?"

"Oh nothing. It's nothing."

"But it had my face-"

"Just another fancam."

"And yours."

"Kids these days. They will make any-anything."

"I can't see it?"

"Uh nah you don't want to-"

"Oh I think I need to see it."

He's not pressuring me at all, more like flirting, but…that's not possible. There's no way he holds the same crush for me as I do for him, right?

My boldness coming from some tucked away insanity, I reach over and swipe the video back up, letting him watch it in its entirety.

"The kids…want us to go on a date?"

"Apparently so. C-crazy, right?" I swallow hard, hoping he can't hear the way my heart is pounding though my chest, his scent filling my head and making it very hard to focus.

"I don't think it's crazy."

RIIIIING!

That fucking bell ruins everything.

At the staff meeting the next morning, they ask for chaperones to the homecoming dance. Teachers groan but a few hands automatically go up, volunteering their evening. I raise mine too, Chelsea already telling me she had been asked to go by the person she'd been crushing on since last school year. They had spent the entire summer learning as much ASL as they could in order to talk to her, which was too touching for words and I know it meant the world to Chelsea. I won't have to follow her around but I'll be there in case of emergencies.

To my surprise, Ben raises his hand shortly after watching me raise mine. The admin takes down names and the meeting concludes, Ben catching up with me as I start to head out to homeroom.

"You're volunteering too?" He asks.

"Yeah. Chelsea is already going and while she doesn't necessarily need me, she asked me to come in case she does. I think she's nervous."

"That kid learned asl for her, right?"

I nod. "Yeah. She's super excited although she'll deny it."

"Sounds like her."

"Mmmhmm."

We walk together for a hall or two.

"I gotta go this way to homeroom."

"Oh. Right. Um, see you soon?"

"Yup. See you!"

—----

When I make it to his class at my usual time, I can see he's nervous about something, his eyes extra wide and small beads of sweat accumulating at his hairline.

"HI, Ben."

"H-hi."

Silence as I unpack, but then he's standing near me and all I smell is him.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks.

"Yeah of course."

"I…uh did.. um… would you-"

A student pops their head in, asking for clarification on the homework and he shakes his head, turning to help them.

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Homecoming arrives and I pick out a simple dress to wear. Not quite prom dress but definitely nicer than school attire. I head into the dance and get my assigned area and head there, milling about as people and students start to file in. Music blares as the dance starts andI feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning, Ben is standing there, a navy built suit, dark button up shirt and - the whale tie I had given him shortly after we met. His mouth is agape as he takes me in.

"You…you look…"

"Is that the tie I got you?

He picks up the end and looks at it. "Yeah. I thought it would go good with my outfit."

"Brings out your eyes."

"What?'

"What?"

Just then the music stops and switches to a slow dance, the DJ insisting that teachers should join in on this flashback. "True" by Spandau Ballet starts to play and a few staff members laugh and pull each other to the dance floor.

"D-doyouwanttodance?" Ben speaks so quickly that I can't understand him.

"What?"

He sighs, gathering up…courage?

"Do you want to dance?"

Oh.

"With…you?"

"Yes. But you don't have to if you don't want to-"

"No! I want to!" Shit, was that too enthusiastic?

He smiles, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants before offering me his hand. I take it, the warmth from his hand spreading into mine. He guides me to the dance floor and spins me to him, his hand hesitating over my hip. Gently, I place my hand over his and guide it to my hip, encouraging him to grip me with his fingers.

His eyes find mine as he leads, neither of us saying anything, just staring into each other's eyes. My stomach is in my chest and I swear he can feel my heart pumping out of my chest. He's wearing cologne tonight, but underneath it I can smell that familiar smell of him that makes me forget words. A minute passes before he leans in and speaks in my ear.

"You know we're going to be in another fancam because of this, right?"

I laugh. "You're probably right. But it's worth it."

He pulls back and looks at me again, his brown eyes sparkling as he stares deep into my eyes. The song ends but Ben doesn't drop my hand or my hip.

"Will you come with me for a second?" He asks.

"Of course."

Removing his hand from my hip, he winds his fingers through mine and pulls me through the crowd of students and out of the side door, turning down the hallway and moving away from the cafeteria doors.

"Ben, what-"

He spins me around and pulls me tight to his body. His eyes flicker between mine and I can feel the nervous tension bubble between us threatening to pop.

And then it does.

His hands come up and cup my face, bringing his lips to mine as he places the softest kiss to my lips. He pulls back and I follow him, unwilling to let him go.

"Was that ok? I should have asked before-"

I grip the tie around his neck and pull him to me, deepening the kiss. His lips are warm and inviting, better than anything I could imagine. His hands are gentle, one sliding around to the back of my head and the other settling on my hip, pulling me in closer. A slight moan from him goes straight through me and I can feel myself getting warm.

The doors bang open and we fly apart, laughing nervously when the students that had come through the doors disappear down the hall to the bathroom without even spotting us.

"Dinner?"

"Are you asking me on a date, Ben?"

He pushes his body back against mine, having felt my tug on his belt.

"I am." His voice is somehow deeper and it goes straight between my thighs.

"I'd love to."

He kisses me again and starts to put away, but I grip his tie tighter and pull him back down. His eyebrows scrunch together in a question.

"Let's go check if your classroom is empty."

The question drops, lips hitching up in a knowing smile as he slides his fingers between mine, pulling me down the hall to his room.

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What the Hell Are Fancams? Part 2>>

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harrysarchive · 1 year

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be mine bee: h.s.

paring: tattooartist!harry x baker!reader

summary:

"y'know for a grumpy old man, you are by far the clingiest man i've ever talked too." she teased shoving a piece of mango into my mouth and i groan, "talking about talked too, i also didn't know i had a boyfriend." she continues to egg on me.

"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.

she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.

harry officially asks bee to be his.

another story of tattoo artist harry and bee

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

the cool breeze hits my face and a shiver runs down my spine. my hairs thrown into a bun and a light jacket covers my black shirt i watch as y/n walks with a pip in her step as we search the local farmers market, a smile spreads across her face as people greet her, sending them back warm greetings. she stops in front of a fruit stand and her eyes light up.

"want sum' pet?" i ask wrapping a finger through her belt loops and pulling her back to me.

"mh i don't know, think i wanna try a mango cup." she hums looking at the vibrant mangos.

the elder man behind the stand smiles at y/n and she throws one back at him, "g'morning mr. posemato, how're you doin' today?" she asked him wrapping her arm around mine.

"doin pretty alright, how 'bout yourself y/n?"

"i'm great!" y/n responds cheerily.

"what can i get you honey?" he asked smiling at his produce.

"a cupa mangos please." she hums pointing to the yellow fruit.

he grabs a couple of mangos and moves over to his cutting board. y/n's dressed very 'farmers market-y', bell bottoms that hug her hips -and ass- perfectly, a cream sweatshirt that complements her complexion wonderful, her curly hair is pulled back into a clip and her staple round glasses are on.

"have i told you, you look absolutely amazing bee?" i hum and she chuckled nodding her head.

"only about seven times, today."

i grab ahold of her face and pull her ear to my mouth before whispering, "ya ass looks phenomenal bee." which cause her to gasp and push me away, red covers the tops of her ears and she shy's away.

"y/n?" i hear a voice ask and my eyebrows furrow looking in the direction of a man that stood about 5'8 and slim build, subconsciously i grab ahold of y/n's hand and pull her back to me.

"tristan?" she questioned with a look of wonder.

"oh my god! how's it going? i haven't seen you since high school?" he exclaimed moving closer to my bee.

i send him a glare before standing in front of y/n and putting an hand to his chest, "can i help you?" i ask with disgust in my tone.

"oh uh," he squirmed away before looking back at bee, "i uh didnt know you had a boyfriend." he said clearing his throat.

"oh actually..." y/n went to correct him but i butted it.

"she does. now, what do you want?" i snap, puffing my chest out.

"nothin' man, my bad." tristan coughed before walking away.

i turn back to y/n and grab ahold of her hand before bringing it to my lips and pressing kisses all over it.

"miss. y/n, you're mangos." mr. posemato caught her attention and she pulled away from me grabbing ahold of the mangos.

"thank you mr. posemato" she hummed giving him some money and then turned back to me holding my hand once more pulling me to a picnic table.

"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.

she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.

i allow my eyes to look into hers, and my body feels like it's turned into putty. her honey browns are more vibrant when in the sun and you can just get lost in them each time. as i look into her eyes all the memories over the couple of months since the night at The Safe House, rush through my head.

"bee, how the fuck does this work?" i question as i try to mix the margarine powder, watching as it avoids the mixer.

y/n looks at me before bursting out into a pit of laughter, she grabs a spatula and start to mix it that way. i watch as it becomes a liquidity substance and my eyebrows draw foreword.

"how the fuck?" i mumble and she shrugs.

"dunno honestly, science." she says with a toothy grin.

she goes back to the cookie batter and i watch as mischief takes over her eyes, she quickly looks at me before snapping her gaze back to the batter. she starts humming to a tune before reaching back over to the flour container and grabbing a cup full, the next moments go by in a blur as i feel a splat of grainy substance all across my face and in my hair.

"bee!" i exclaim before lunging towards her.

"harry no!" her laughs vibrates the air and my heart squeezes in my chest.

"you're a menace." i grunt shaking flour onto her.

"yeah but 'm your favorite person ever." she sings wrapping her arms around my neck.

"niall you asshat. move!" i grunt pushing him off my spin chair so y/n could sit down.

"oh wow! so what a new girl comes into you life and you forget all about your best friend? rude!" niall rolled his eyes in dramatics and y/n frowns taking him seriously.

"no niall! please, sit! i can just stand i don't mind!" bee hurries her words and stand aside.

"bee, no." i snap pointing to my chair, "sit."

she murmured a sorry to niall as she took a seat. i hook a leg around one of the chair legs and pull her to me wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

niall lets out a sad dramatic sigh, "no one care about niall, the best friend." he starts fake crying, "isn't there anybody who loves niall."

"no." i grunt and y/n suppresses her laugh.

"you know how i promised i'd never tell y/n, you're undesirable liking towards her." he asked with a smirk, "well i lied, you done pissed me off."

"niall, start ma fuckin tattoo before i punch you square in the jaw." i glare at the irish lad and he rolls his eyes.

i lay on my stomach and grab ahold of y/n's hand before niall pierces my skin with the needle and i let out a hum, all the stress that's built up slowly slips away. y/n's eyebrows furrow as she comes face to face with me, squatting to make sure we were making eye contact.

"does it hurt?" she asks softly and i know this was a shitty thing to do but i nod.

"real bad baby." i pout and worry runs across her face, "y'know what would help?"

"what?" she urges out, willing to do anything.

"a kiss." i muse.

she looks at me with a face of disbelief and i pucker my lips at her, letting out a chuckle she presses her lips to my cheek and i frown.

"no baby, a kiss on my lips."

"cheeky boy." she murmured, placing her lips on top of mine causing niall to groan.

"stop it! if ya fuck it up 's not ma fault!" niall snaps and i groan pulling away from her.

"y'know you really know how to kill the mood." i murmur before flipping him off.

"harry?" y/n breaks me out of thought and i look at her with a small smile.

"bee, you make me the happiest i've ever been. i never thought i'd find a person like you that continuously makes me happy. you're the sun to my moon, the blue in my sky, the bonnie to my clyde," i state and she giggled while i shot her a wink. "be mine bee? officially."

"of course harry! i thought you'd never ask." she giggled before grabbing my face and pulling me down. our lips meet and we get lost in the kiss, never thought i'd be able to finally call her mine.

once she pulls away i grab ahold of her waist, "now, who the fuck is tristan?" i ask and she chuckles.

"nothin' to worry about, old crush if you will. and by old i mean high school old."

"so no competition?"

"well i dunno, mr. posemato has killer mangos." she teases.

"i wont hesitate to beat an ol' mans ass bee." i joke along and she gasp.

"i would kill you if you touched that precious old man!"

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kitthepurplepotato · 9 months

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Shenanigans 14

Chapter 14 Part 1 / Fake it till you make it!

Summary: Y/N and Bakugou go on a mission, pretending to be a freshly married couple. It goes unexpectedly well.

Warnings: Swear words, pretend relationship, heavy flirting, suggestive

First Part Master List

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It took Bakugou a full 30 seconds to lose his shit.

30 full seconds.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“What the fuck were you thinking, you absolute moron?! That we will have two separate beds? In a deluxe room especially made for a freshly married couple?!” You try your best to not scream loudly at the stupid idiot standing next to you. His face is as red as a tomato and his body is trembling from all the pent up stress as he tries to explode the massive bed with his eyes.

“Shut the fuck, it is fucking obvious now, okay?!”

“Took you long enough, you dumb bitch!”

Okay, maybe… but just maybe, you are also freaking out right now. Just maybe.

“Call me a bitch again and I’ll make sure your mouth is stuffed until the rest of the FUCKING WEEK.” Katsuki hisses, his eyes full of anger. This guy will be in pieces by the end of this mission, that’s for sure; you have so many ideas on how to wind him up now that he can’t get too pissed at you for the sake of the mission. So many ideas. So… so many. Ahh, this week will be amazing.

“Buy me dinner first, will ya?” You retort with a shit eating smirk and it takes the hero a few moments to understand the hint. When the realization hits him he pales completely first then blushes like a high school boy. “Aww, are you a virgin? I’ll take good care of you, don’t worry, babe!” You really wanted to say this in a suggestive tone but you couldn’t help the giggles escaping your lips. He’s so fucking cute when he’s all winded up, goddamn it.

Mr. Dynamight did not appreciate your joke by the look of it, as the hero throws you on the bed in an aggressive but definitely sexual way and crawls up to you slowly while keeping your limbs and arms pinned into the soft mattress. You can feel your lower parts twitch as Katsuki moves closer to your neck, breathing heavily against it as his warm breath warms up your sensitive neck.

“Call me a fucking virgin again and I’ll make sure you can’t stand up for the rest of the day.”

“V…virgin.” You stutter, an absolute hot mess under the hero’s hold. Where is your dignity, woman?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

It took you five minutes to end up in this situation and you have 5 more days to go. Fuck.

“You are insufferable.” He mutters into your neck and moves away like nothing had happened. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down before moving far away from the evil bed; you won’t be able to sleep a wink on this fucking thing after all this.

“Damn, husband well chosen.” You try to fake nonchalance by pretending to grin, but Katsuki only scoffs at your flushed face.

“V…Virgin.” He parrots with a shit eating grin, knowing he won this fight.

“Fuck you.” Well, that’s a childish retort, but your brain just got fried.

“You wish.” The blonde WINKS, and moves towards the back of the room when someone knocks on your hotel room door; you quickly put the hero’s disguise back before he opens the door for the intruder. And yes, you do wish. Khm.

“Welcome!” The staff member smiles, cheekily looking into the room for the second person. “Ahh, it must be nice to be freshly married, I was also unable to keep my hands away from my honey bun when we were on our honeymoon.” The old man stares at you with a dreamy face. “Oh, excuse me, I’m only here to bring your suitcases up! There’s a 24/7 restaurant on the first floor, but you can also order food into your room by using the phone on the right side of your bed!” The man brings the two suitcases into the room. “There is also a small convenience store just outside the building in case you ran out of necessities!” The old man winks at your fake husband and retreats, leaving nothing but awkward silence in the room as the door closes behind him.

After a few seconds you both burst out laughing. Hysterically.

“Honey bun, he said!” You cry, tears falling down your cheeks from all the laughter.

“Don’t laugh, sweet pea, he’s in love!” Katsuki mock-coos at you, making you laugh even harder.

“Oh my god, stop this shenanigan, I can’t cope! Who would say that?!” You giggle, trying your best to breathe.

“Deku, probably.” Bakugou snickers with another shit-eating grin on his face.

“Burnnnnn!” You giggle some more but your breathing evens out eventually. “This was fun, we should do this more often.”

“Me pining you to the bed or laughing our asses off at a poor little man?” Bakugou gives you a questioning glare, his eyes full of mischief.

“Honestly? Both.” You grin.

“You are such a flirt, Y/N.” The hero rolls his eyes, slowly making his way to the dresser to unpack his clothing for the week.

“Wow, you said my actual name.” You smile to yourself, lost in your thoughts for a second.

“Fuck you.” Is all the answer you get.

“You wish.” You strike back with his own words from before, which only makes the blonde laugh again.

You could get used to this; this bantering, like you’ve known each other for ages, to the the way you two just go back to your friendly bickering so easily after a moment full of passion. You two click so well together in a really weird way, it’s really hard to describe it but being around the blonde feels like home; even when life goes to shit, even when things get heated and you end up hating each other for a few seconds you are always welcome back when you need it, because that’s what home is; a place where you always have a place, where you belong, where you are loved and supported with all your flaws and stupid shenanigans.

With Katsuki, you can just be yourself and you really fucking love that.

“Hey, potty mouth.”

“Hm?”

“I hope this week never ends.”

“Jesus, that sounds like my worst nightmare.” The hero makes a scared face but he can’t hide the small smile on his lips as he puts his shirts into the top drawer of the dresser.

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The first day went by quickly; you didn’t really leave the hotel room but rather concentrated on packing out instead; after you both got rid of the tension between you by joking around, the room fell into a comfortable silence. Things got heated again by the time the sun went down and it was time to sleep.

With that said…

“Don’t be an idiot, this bed is massive, we can absolutely sleep on it without touching.” You look at the dumb, freshly showered blonde. The above mentioned blonde only pouts and moves his stupid little ass towards the small sofa on the other side of the room.

“Yeah, I highly doubt that after seeing you touching the shit out of me while half asleep back when you ended up in my flat.” The hero rolls his eyes and makes himself ‘comfortable’ on the stupidly small sofa. It hurts to even look at him in that position; his legs are literally dangling in the air.

“I had a fever!” You retort, staring at him from the comfortable (and evil) bed. “I think you are just scared to share a bed with a woman, KACCHAN.”

Needless to say, that did it for the blonde.

“I ain’t no pussy.” The blonde stands up and plops down on the other side of the bed, as far away from you as physically possible. You don’t say anything just roll to your other side to give the hero the space he needs and enjoy the company as you slowly fall asleep.

You wake up in the middle of the night to a rustle next to you. The blonde tosses and turns, then suddenly takes a huge breath, like he’s waking up from a nightmare.

“Fuck.” Bakugou whimpers helplessly and rolls closer to you on the bed; you can feel his warmth on your back which sends shivers down your spine but you continue faking being asleep for the sake of the other. Bakugo pushes his forehead between your shoulder blades while he takes another deep breath, his arm snaking around you to pull you close for only a second before he rolls back to the other side of the bed.

Your heart does a massive flip which makes you feel nauseous; you want to roll to your other side and embrace him, soothe him, kiss him until he forgets about his terrible dream, whatever it was about; but even thought the urge is strong, you stay on your side while you listen to the blonde taking a few more deep breaths before his breathing finally evens out.

You stare into the darkness for a few minutes… or rather hours before your heart rate manages to go back to normal.

You are indeed in love with this madman. Love with a capital L. You are not even going to bother to lie to yourself anymore; the pain in your chest is a good enough reminder anyway.

By the time you wake up the next day, Katsuki is gone; he comes in after a few minutes with a tray full of different kind of breakfast foods and sits down in his side of the bed like last night has never happened.

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After the second night, sharing a bed with Bakugou isn’t as awkward anymore. You two went out a bit yesterday to snoop around the kitchen area then talked about nothing in particular while sitting in the lobby, listening to everyone’s chatter to gain intel. The day was unsuccessful but it was nice to be able to talk to the hero without being screamed at for no reason.

As soon as the blonde wakes up the next day he starts to murmur about random things, talking to no one in particular until you wake up and start to listen to his monologue.

Apparently it took Bakugou two days until he got completely fed up with restaurant food.

You knew the hero is an absolute beast in the kitchen and that he doesn’t hate cooking but you didn’t know how much the blonde needs to be able to cook to to stay sane.

“It just… calms me down, you know.” The blonde says when you ask him about his cooking after his massive bitch fit, still in bed. “I love being able to create something that fits perfectly with my taste buds. My favorite part is preparing the dish though, I can zone out and forget about all the shitty stuff while I murder a potato.”

“Wow, harsh.” You giggle, but you can’t ignore the longing in the blonde’s voice. “Do you miss being home alone?”

“Are you dumb? I’m talking about cooking.” The man grumbles with a flushed face. “I just need to find something else to focus on, otherwise I’ll loose my shit.”

“I have some ideas how to turn your focus to something else.” You grin at the grumpy blonde but you don’t move from your side of the bed to not make Katsuki completely uncomfortable. It’s just a joke anyway, or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

“Well, thanks fucking much but I don’t do one night stands. Too old for that shit.”

“It was a joke, jeez.” You roll your eyes with a flushed cheek. “I don’t do that kind of thing either. I told you all about it on the wedding.” You remind him with a mischievous grin as the blonde looks away shyly, remembering your almost first kiss.

“Can you not remind me of that while sharing a bed with me? It’s already awkward enough.” The hero rolls out of the bed, making his way to the bathroom. Thankfully, he takes all the tension with him as well, letting you breathe properly for the first time today. You didn’t even realize the effect he had on you until he left the room.

You really want to talk to him about this, but you know it will just end up with a rejection so you decide against it; if you can prolong this for a few more weeks until you go back home and cry your eyes out in your own fucking bed in your own fucking country after leaving all of this behind… that would be nice. There is no way you can get out if this without a heartbreak, so you might as well just enjoy this until it lasts.

You also have a plan in your head to help Katsuki wind down, so you make your way down to the restaurant after putting your disguise back.

You might not be good enough to date the explosive hero, but you definitely are the best fake wife the world has ever seen.

… To be continued!

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Potato ramble:

- Sorry for the short chapter but I didn’t want to post the angsty part until I have the full thing written out and I’m still missing the last half chapter of this season. The angst will start in the next one though.

- I hope you liked the “sweet pea” reference! It’s a little something for the people who read my other series called “my weird roommate, Midoriya Izuku!”.

- I accidentally started to write an Aizawa x reader fix yesterday. I hope you guys will like it!

- I swear I have a job btw, I just use 95% of my free time to write. 😂

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated as always! 💥🧡

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chelseeebe · 1 year

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right away, mr. harrington.

summary: an illicit affair with your boss steve harrington can only end one way, heartbreak. c/w: so steve is like 39 in this and reader is around 24, i didn't wanna write r any younger but also think this age gap is still a bit dodge. there's also rough sex and like he's a bit of an asshole honestly. modern! au. also i guess plussize!reader but it's like a sentence of description so i don't wanna tag it as that. so i actually LOVED writing this like a lot so i hope you enjoy <3

‘no, i really am going to end it this time, tomorrow in fact,’ you take a sip from the wine glass, looking up at your roommate.

‘do what you want darling, i know if a man like that was interested in me, i’d do the same damn thing,’ emma snorts, unscrewing the wine lid and filling both of your glasses.

‘i know, but i feel bad.. nancy is a lovely woman, it’s not fair,’ you respond. the thing is, at first it was just mindless, admittedly amazing, sex but the more time you’d spent with him, the more you’d begun actually having feelings for him.

it hurt more because nancy really was a nice person, she’d always bake little treats for the office, bringing them in with a smile. and she was always polite to you, complimenting your new shoes and your nice new skirt that steve had actually bought you.

it was strange really, because you and nancy couldn’t have been more different. you were more.. round. you had thick thighs, wide hips and carried a lil’ bit of extra weight around your stomach. whereas she was petite and slender. you were loud mouthed and cocky, whilst she seemed much more reserved and honestly a little shy.

‘she probably knows, don’t all big bosses fuck their assistants?’ she chortles.

‘i’m not his assistant, i’m in admin,’ you sarcastically quip back. realistically you were a glorified receptionist, but telling people that you worked in admin for the harrington law firm made you look miles better.

‘of course, pardon me for the mistake,’ she raises her eyebrow.

you hadn’t meant to start an affair with steve, really. you’d stayed late at the office one night, trying to finish the monthly report before monday, steve was in his office tapping away at his computer, quite frankly you hadn’t even noticed.

you were swearing under your breath trying to get the photocopier to cooperate when he swings his office door open, ‘giving ya’ trouble?’

‘shit!’ you clutch your chest, realising who you’d just sworn at, ‘oh my god, sorry! i didn’t realise you were still here!’

he chuckles moving to stand next to you, he clicks one of the buttons and it clunks and starts printing.

‘easy, the trick is to not get angry at it and it’ll listen,’ he smiles down at you. you notice how he’d loosened his tie, his hair messy from running his hands through it.

‘ahh, should’ve known.. thank you,’ you grin back, you rarely saw your boss, he was far too busy to socialise with his workers.

‘uhh..’ he sighs, slapping his forehead sarcastically, ‘forgive me, what was your name?’

you giggle, ‘y/n, i’m in admin,’ gosh you’d never noticed just how attractive mr. harrington really was.

‘right right, i remember now.. how come you’re still here?’ his arm brushes against yours making your whole body shiver.

‘i had to get this stupid report done before monday, thought i’d better stay.’

‘hard worker.. i like it, is it finished?’

‘it is now, thanks to you,’ you grin, collecting the papers from the machine.

‘come and join me for a drink in my office, celebrate your hard work?’ he touches your arm briefly.

‘ahh i shouldn’t.. i still need to staple them and-,’

‘i have a stapler in my office,’ raising his eyebrows.

‘okay..’ you concede, following him into his office.

he’d only had some very expensive whisky but you put up with the burn and sat and drank it with him for hours.

and then somehow you’re on the edge of his desk, legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you, hands gripping onto the fat of your hips.

you limped out of the office, arriving home in the early hours of the morning, much later than you’d intended.

from that night on, you and steve had started the affair. it began with late nights in his office, slowly moving to secret meetings at hotels and then now, staying at his house when nancy was away communicating through the second phone he’d bought especially for you.

the day after the not so helpful conversation with emma, you strut into the office, prepared to end things once and for all.

you were wearing the tiny black skirt he’d bought for you, perhaps subconsciously, knowing that he’d be salivating as soon as you walked into his office.

it’s nearly the end of the day before you get the guts to walk in there, lightly wrapping your knuckles on his door.

there’s an exaggerated gag from behind you, you spin to see one of the guys from accounts jerking his hand in a mock blowjob. you roll your eyes, it wasn’t a secret that people in the office were speculating about you. noticing the trips to his office and how you’d both mysteriously appeared from the bathroom at the christmas party, hair messed up and a trace of red lipstick on his collar.

it was all the more annoying because steve actually wasn’t doing anything for you at work. you’d explicitly told him to keep it all seperate. you didn’t want promotions handed to you. any and everything you’d earned was all you.

‘come in,’ he calls and you oblige, shutting the door firmly behind you.

he snaps the lid of his laptop shut, looking up at you and then down to the short skirt, his signature smirk creeping to his face.

‘it’s you,’ he breathes, pushing his chair back from his desk and standing.

‘what’re you hiding? don’t tell me you’re having an affair?’ you feign shock, walking over to his desk. you hated the effect he had on you, before you’d come in here you were so ready to shut him down and now you were crumbling at the sight of him.

‘ahh, you caught me,’ he holds his hands up as you walk over to him.

‘well i hope she’s not prettier than me,’ you pout, his hands resting on your waist, pulling you into him.

‘that’d be a tough one,’ he smirks.

you bite your lip, your cheeks flushing with heat at his words, ‘really, what are you hiding?’

‘well.. it was supposed to be a surprise buut since you’re here…’ he pulls away, lifting the laptop screen to show the conformation screen for a very, very fancy hotel.

you lean in to look at the screen, ‘what..? what’s that for?’

‘for this weekend, nancy’s away at some conference until monday so i’m all yours,’ he turns to you, smiling.

‘oh.. okay,’ you try not to sound unappreciative but he had just knocked your plans right off course. this wasn’t helping you in trying to convince yourself you weren’t hopelessly in love with your married boss.

‘oh.. not a good idea then,’ he sits back on the chair, a slight frown on his face.

‘no.. no, it’s great, i just didn’t expect it at all,’ you wrap your arms around his neck, perching on his lap.

how could you ever end things with him? he’s the first man to ever think about you so deeply and sincerely. even if it was only when nancy was away.

‘really? you didn’t seem too happy..’ his arms wrap around your waist, the frown still apparent on his face.

‘i am, really steve, thank you,’ planting a small kiss to his nose before you press your forehead to his.

he finally smiles, ‘you deserve it.. we’re going tonight, i’ll pick you up at seven, pack for the whole weekend we’re back sunday night.’

‘okay, exciting.. are we-,’ you’re cut off by a knock at his door, jumping up from his lap and practically sprinting to the other side of the desk.

he clears his throat, spinning to sit correctly at his desk, ‘come in.’

carol, his very lovely but elderly assistant walks into the room. you were sure he’d only hired her to keep nancy off his trail.

‘i’ll get on that right away mr. harrington,’ you smile at him and use the interruption to slip out of the room.

you sit back at your desk, a collection of eager eyes on you.

you pull out your phone to text emma,

‘i’ll be back sometime sunday lol’

she pings back almost immediately,

‘didn’t go well then?’

‘of course not’

‘i think i’m actually in love with him em.. this is not good’

you place your phone back on your desk, attempting to get back to work.

the hotel room is huge.

decked head to toe with candles and bouquets of flowers.

‘oh my god,’ you drop your bag onto the velvet chair, taking in the magnificent room.

‘your favourites,’ he nods over to the vases full of sunflowers adorning the sides.

‘oh, thank you.. thank you,’ you snake your arms around his neck, kissing his lips.

he walks you backwards towards the bed, your knees buckling as they hit the edge and you fall back onto the soft mattress, his body now on top of yours.

his hands wander down to your thighs, creeping up your skirt.

you take his bottom lip between your teeth as his thumb begins to circle your clit above your underwear.

quickly letting go as he presses harder, causing you to moan into his mouth. his fingers hook onto the lacy hem of your panties, yanking them down to your thighs.

‘mmm, i love these ones,’ he looks down between your bodies, his thumb returning to its previous position, circling faster.

‘fuck steve,’ your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of his fingers sliding into you.

‘so wet for me already, baby,’ he growls, nipping at your neck.

you moan in response, tugging at his blazer hinting for him to remove it.

your stomach tightens, his fingers dangerously close to sending you over the edge. he can tell as the grip on his arm tightens, your chest heaving up and down.

‘yeah? you gonna cum for me baby,’ he groans, eyes firmly on you as you cry out at your orgasm. legs shaking as steve removes his fingers, smirking down at you.

he was, genuinely, the first man to care about making you cum before he did. not only that, but he was so good at it. he was proud of the fact that he could have you writhing underneath him in five minutes.

‘jesus,’ you pant, looking up at him.

‘not sure he was responsible for that one, darling,’ he retorts, going to stand from the bed.

you grab his hand, taking the two fingers that had just been inside of you and wrapping your lips around them, looking at him through your eyelashes.

he inhales sharply, ‘you drive me crazy..’ his thumb strokes your cheek, before sliding his fingers out, a low moan rumbling from his throat.

‘c’mon.. what about you, mr. harrington? i wanna make you feel good,’ you mew, lightly placing your foot on his crotch and sliding it down ever so slowly.

you can hear his breath hitch in his throat, ‘we have dinner in an hour..’

‘i’ll be quick.. promise,’ you flip onto your knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. unbuckling his belt and sliding his tailored pants down. he shrugs his blazer off, now stood in his tight, white button-up shirt. it fit perfectly, highlighting his defined biceps.

‘so hard for me already?’ you run your hand over his bulge, mocking his words from earlier.

‘baby please, i’m begging you..’ he pants, his hand running through his hair.

‘hmmm, i like the sound of that,’ you tug his boxer shorts down, his erection springing up, tip already leaking pre-cum.

the size of him still genuinely shocked you. the first few times you fucked, you had to get accustomed to his length, unsure if it was going to tear you in two.

you spit into your hand and take his cock into your grasp, pumping your hand up and down. his knees almost giving way as you fasten the pace.

‘fucking hell,’ he grunts, his long fingers curling into your hair.

you crawl forward, taking his cock into your mouth, beginning to bob your head up and down.

low moans fall from his lips as he twists your hair into a make-shift ponytail, yanking on it as his dick hits the back of your throat.

your hands grab onto his hips as he begins to thrust into your mouth, gagging at the feeling of his cock repeatedly slamming your throat.

you look up at him, his dark eyes already staring down at you. the eye contact makes him fall apart, your name tumbling from his lips as you can feel his cock twitch in your throat.

he gives one last thrust as he cums into your mouth, ‘holy fuck,’ he says breathlessly, pulling away from you.

you swallow the liquid and wipe your mouth, sitting back on the bed.

‘i don’t think i can go to dinner like this,’ you laugh, your mascara now smudged and the nude lipstick you’d chosen now anywhere but your lips.

‘you look perfect to me,’ he leans down, kissing your swollen lips, ‘we do actually have to go though.’

you wake up to an empty bed and hushed arguing in the next room.

‘i told you.. well i can't.. i don't think you're listening..’ you can only hear snippets of the conversation but you can tell steve is annoyed.

5:24am

the clock reads and you sigh, it could be one of two things: nancy or work, honestly the thought of either was annoying.

he climbs back into bed, almost an hour later, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing himself against your back.

‘who was that?’ you mumble, voice full of sleep.

‘oh, it’s just work.. needed me to sign off on some things,’ he says, hiding his face in your neck.

‘you sounded angry,’ you note.

he combs your hair with his fingers, exposing the back of your neck and planting light kisses to the skin.

‘i was, it’s five am on a saturday, i don’t want to be woken up because idiots can’t do their job,’ he mutters into your neck.

from the conversation you could hear, that was evidently not work, in fact you’d literally heard him hiss nancy’s name down the phone multiple times.

but it’s far easier to just ignore, rather than argue about why his wife was calling so early and why he was so angry about it.

‘okay,’ you wriggle around to face him, slinging your leg over his, intertwining them.

‘it’s too early to be awake.. go back to sleep baby,’ he tilts his head down to place a kiss to your forehead.

your heart skips a beat at the intimacy and you’re so nearly tempted to just blurt out that you actually think you’re in love with him. but you bite your tongue, not wanting to ruin the weekend.

you’re sat opposite steve in some incredibly fancy restaurant when he slides a thin box across the table.

you look at him, puzzled, ‘what’s that?’

‘just open it,’ he sits back in his chair, smiling.

you take the lid off slowly revealing a stunning diamond encrusted bracelet.

'steve.. no, i can't accept this..' you slide the box back over to him.

he takes the box, carefully taking the bracelet out of it and grabbing your wrist, he clasps the bracelet and places your hand back on your lap.

you admire the glistening jewellery now adorning your wrist, 'you really didn't have to,' you beam back at him.

'but i wanted to, i'm glad you like it,' he takes a swig of wine, gazing over at you.

'thank you, i love it,' you lean across the table, placing a light kiss to his lips.

'good,' he smiles against your lips, as you sit back in your chair.

you look around the busy restaurant, 'you look like my sugar daddy, you know,' giggling.

he groans, 'god, i don't look that old, do i?'

you jut out your bottom lip sarcastically, 'ooh, i'd say.. 48.. on a good day.'

'wow.. i think i've still got the receipt for that bracelet,' he remarks.

you reach over and take his hand, 'no, you look great for your age, though i can see some greys peaking through,' you laugh.

he shakes his head in response, a slight smile on his lips. your humour was lost on him, though you'd tried to get him to understand some of your jokes and references, it was useless. he'd actually asked you to help him set up an instagram account, so he could 'be friends with you' on there.

you intertwine your fingers, 'no, you really do look great.'

'i know,' he winks and you roll your eyes at the sheer cockiness.

the waitress walks over with plates of foods, noticing his ringed finger intertwined with yours. you catch the slight frown she flashes you and drop his hand, a sudden wave of guilt flashing over you.

emma notices the new bit of bling straight away, gushing at your new present.

'i'm gonna assume it's not ending anytime soon then?' she asks, admiring your wrist.

you groan as your palm hits your forehead, 'i don't know.. nancy called him when we were away.. he told me it was work but i'm not stupid.. anyway, i've never heard him so angry.. it was weird,' you shake your head, looking to your roommate for advice.

'hmm.. that is weird.. maybe she found something? like the receipt to that bracelet.. i know i'd be angry as shit if i found that without the bracelet..' she suggests, finally giving letting go of your arm.

'i dunno.. he said she was away this weekend.. some conference or something, so surely she wasn't home to find it?'

'oh, well.. i actually have no explanation for that.. just ask him, what's the worst that could happen?'

you think back to the time you'd made an off-the-cuff joke about nancy's name on his phone and how he immediately went into a foul mood, 'why are you bringing her up? i'm here with you, okay? we don't need to talk about my wife.'

though, he did occasionally use you as someone to rant to about her, telling you about how loveless his marriage was, how she barely even looked at him anymore and how really he was just looking for the right time to divorce her. you knew to keep your mouth shut and just listen because as soon as you'd ask a follow-up question about her, he'd shut his mouth.

'god no.. we don't talk about her.. i'm sure it was nothing.. if it was that bad he woulda gone home, right?'

'yeah.. exactly, don't stress about it.. not with that on your wrist,' she chuckles. she didn't exactly help, only appeasing your delusions but you still appreciated her words of not-so-much wisdom nonetheless.

you fluff your hair up, making sure the curls sat perfectly before smoothing out your floor length gown and heading out to the taxi steve had booked you outside.

you'd attended a handful of the business dinners with steve before, the general consensus you'd gathered were that the women that accompanied these men were girlfriends, rather than wives. every single suited man sat around your table had a gorgeous, younger woman on their arm and a wedding band on their fourth finger. you included.

it was also incredibly evident that although these men had girlfriends, none of you had boyfriends.

this dinner was different, half of the team were going to be there so you and steve had to be totally unconcerned with each other. he'd booked a room for you both at the hotel after you'd pretend to try and find a cab with your colleagues.

you walk into the large hall, alongside a few of the people from the office.

you spot steve, dressed to the nines not that he ever didn't make an effort. and then you see nancy stood beside him, wearing a pale pink gown. the exact shade steve had previously convinced you not to buy as it was 'boring'.

you're slightly taken aback as she never usually attended these things, but you brush it off, sitting down where your placeholder inked your name. conveniently your seat was opposite steve at the large round table. he'd surely been responsible for the placing.

the night trundles on, many large glasses of white wine consumed. you pick up on the fact nancy is on the water, so vehemently shutting down any offers of wine.

'i love your bracelet, y/n.. it's gorgeous,' carol states taking your wrist into her hand.

'i know, my daddy bought it for me, a congratulations present,' you smile.

steve chokes on the wine in his mouth, causing a clatter of plates and cutlery as everyone's eyes land on him.

'excuse me, must've gone down the wrong hole,' he shoots you an irked look which you brush off, downing another glass of wine.

you're positively tipsy when nancy stands from the table, nudging steve to stand next to her, she clears her throat, 'steve and i wanted to make a little announcement.. we're pregnant!'

your heart drops. you'd known from the second you noticed she wasn't drinking. the fact she was even in attendance should've been a tell tale sign.

you press your lips together in a forced smile, eyes planted on nancy, rather than the massive dickhead stood next to her. you didn't hate her, how could you? she'd done nothing wrong.

you join in on the applause, even going up to congratulate her still choosing to ignore steve.

the rest of the night goes by in a blur, nancy leaves at some point or another, coming up to hug you goodbye, her kindness making your stomach turn.

your other phone buzzes at the end of the night as you stand besides your colleagues waiting for a cab. you'd intended to just hop in and go home, leaving steve on his own in the overpriced hotel room.

'where are you? there's a key under your name at the desk'

you swallow, making up some pathetic excuse to go back inside the hotel to your colleagues. they flash a few knowing looks to each other before saying goodbye as you stumble up the stone steps and into the reception.

'uhh.. y/n y/l/n.. there should be a key..?' you question the polite lady at the front desk.

she hands you a plastic keycard, 'yes, room 906.. have a nice evening,' she smiles at you.

you're on a mission to get to steve, the anger unfolding in your stomach as you press the elevator button. it dings on the ninth floor and you step out, unlocking the sixth door.

steve is stood at the desk, pouring two glasses of wine as you walk in.

he can tell instantly that you're angry, in fact you were positively furious.

'are you joking? she's fucking pregnant, steve! did you not think to let me know?' you screech, throwing your bag down and storming over to his position.

he raises his hands in defeat, 'i was going to tell you.. i promise, she just sprung it on me saying she was going to do it tonight.. i had no choice,' he's so calm with his words, you almost believe him.

'hah, get fucked.. you've known for god knows how long and not told me, you expect me to believe you?' you spit at him, jabbing a finger into his chest.

'yes, because it's the truth.. why would i ever choose to announce such news here? especially to you.. you mean much more to me than that.'

'do you seriously think this can continue? she's pregnant, for fuck's sake,' you stare daggers into him, wishing you weren't so hopelessly in love with the caramel eyes that stared back.

'why not? it wasn't a problem when she wasn't pregnant.. now you want to take the moral high ground? it's far too late for that,' his jaw is tense.

'it's different! and you know that!' you jab his chest against as his hand grabs your wrist, constraining you.

'why'd you come here then? you could've gone home, hell i'll book you a cab right now, if it's what you want,' the side of his mouth ever so curls up into a slight smirk. already knowing your answer.

'i came up here to tell you to get fucked,' ignoring his offer for a cab.

'okay, you've done that.. you're still here,' he cocks his head to the side slightly.

'get fucked.'

his lips crash onto yours, your arm snakes around his neck as you kiss him back, eyes squeezed shut.

you yank at the back of his hair, the kiss desperate and full of breathless moans as he presses you back against the desk. much like the night that had started this whole affair.

he pulls away, spinning your body round and holding onto the back of your neck, bending you over the desk.

his fingers unzip your dress, sliding it down your body as his large hands slide up your thighs, settling on your waist.

you hold your weight up on the desk, feeling his already erect cock pressing against you. he takes your wrists in his hand, practically slamming the side of your face down against the wood.

you groan in response, he unknots his tie and wraps it around your wrists and tying it in a tight knot.

he rips your panties off with such force they sting your thigh, causing you to inhale sharply.

'are you gonna take my cock? huh? you gonna be a good girl?' he puts his hand on the side of your face, pressing you down onto the desk.

you nod under his palm, 'c'mon i wanna hear your words, baby.'

'y-yes,' you manage to mumble out, he slaps his cock on your slick entrance. it pained you to say it but this was turning you on ridiculously, he was rarely this dominant with you.

'good,' he thrusts into you with no warning, grabbing onto the tie around wrists, holding them tight behind your back.

you gasp as he continues to pound into you, steve pulls your body up towards his your back flush against his chest, he growls into your ear, 'you're such a good girl.. much better when your pretty little mouth is moaning for me.'

his hand creeps around your neck, balls slapping against the back of your thighs, unintelligible moans tumble out of your lips as his pace quickens, slamming into you with his fingers squeezing your neck.

his thrusts falter as he grumbles into your ear, 'fuck,' you can feel him shudder behind you, filling you up.

steve pulls out, standing back just watching you in the precarious position.

'you're cute when you're angry but i prefer you like this, i might just have to leave you like this,' he smirks, pulling his boxers back up around his waist.

'please, untie me,' you bargain, attempting to wriggle free but it was useless.

'only because you said please,' he unties the knot, freeing your wrists as he stands right behind you.

'have you got something i can wear?' you turn to look at him, admiring his sweaty chest, heaving up and down.

'in my bag,' he grabs your arm, pulling you back to him, 'you're staying here?'

you nod, pulling away and walking over to the brown leather bag on the bag, finding a black t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, slipping them on.

he walks over to the bed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, ‘i knew you would, though i will say i did enjoy your little performance earlier.’

you roll your eyes, ‘it wasn’t a performance, i’m still angry with you.’

‘hmm, thought i might’ve fucked it out of you, but clearly not,’ he chuckles and you almost melt at the feeling of his chest vibrating against your back.

‘i’m tired, i’ve got no energy to fight with you again,’ you sigh.

he leans down, kissing the back of your neck before removing his arms, ‘thank god for that, not sure my back would last another round like that.’

you slide into the big bed, pulling the covers around your shoulders. you really should’ve just gone home, but the thought of having to get a cab after all of that was too much.

quite honestly, you knew this would be your last night with steve. there was no way you could continue the relationship knowing nancy was at home pregnant with his child. it wasn’t necessarily the thought of her being pregnant either, but the fact that he loved her, and not you.

he climbs into bed next to you, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. you snuggle into his chest, exhaling as you lay your head on his shoulder. slowly drifting off to sleep.

you wake up to the sunrise, creeping in through the drawn curtains.

6:34am your phone reads.

you sigh, carefully sliding out of the bed, as to not wake the snoring steve next to you.

not intending to still be here when he awoke.

you slip on the dress you’d worn last night, over his black tee, deciding it was only fair that you also took his suit jacket, for your modesty.

taking the other phone he’d given to you and leaving it alongside the bracelet he’d most recently gifted, on the bed.

you can’t help but steal a quick glance of him, the last time you’d see him in such a peaceful state.

picking up the uncomfortable heels you’d worn last night and creeping out of the hotel before he had the opportunity to sweet talk you into continuing the affair.

monday morning is dire in the office. you hadn’t spoken to steve since friday evening. even though he’d tried. even breaking the number one rule he’d set out for you: don’t use his personal number for anything.

you’d received a text in the middle of saturday morning,

‘please call me, it’s urgent.’

smart man, knowing that he could so easily play it off as some work emergency. you ignored of course. too busy sobbing into emma’s arms to care.

you pull open the top drawer of your desk, and there lies the phone you’d left in the hotel, right next to the glimmering bracelet.

there was already a text message on the phone screen,

‘come to my office as soon as you see this.’

you choose to ignore once again, closing the drawer and continuing with the work on your screen.

what you couldn’t see was steve getting agitated in his office, surely you had seen the message by now?

there’s an hour until the end of the day when carol trundles over to your desk, ‘mr. harrington has requested you in his office.’

you sigh, standing from your chair and strutting over to his door. three knocks on the wood before he tells you to enter, and you do, closing the door behind you.

‘what the fuck are you playing at?’

‘what?’

‘you know exactly what.. you didn’t get my messages?’

‘no i did,’ you stare at him as steps forward towards you.

‘you didn’t think to reply? you left in the middle of the night, you could’ve been dead for all i knew,’ he snaps.

‘well i’m not, i thought you would’ve taken the hint and realised i don’t want to speak to you,’ you shuffle backwards as he gets closer.

'i don't understand, i thought we sorted this mess out at the hotel? now what? you don't want to do this anymore?' he tilts his head slightly, staring at you.

'yes, exactly that,' you nod, crossing your arms over your chest.

'well.. that's your choice, but i am telling you now that nothing between us will change.. there's no reason to end this now,' he moves closer, now only mere inches away from you.

'i can't steve, i won't do it anymore..' a tear slides down your cheek, quick to wipe it away, 'you know.. very well that i love you.. i can't watch you have a kid with her while i feel like this,' you're crying now, attempting to speak through the sobs.

'you know how i feel about you..' he cups your face in his hands, but you pull back, jerking your face away.

'say it then.'

'i- wel..' he fumbles over himself, unable to speak the words you were so desperate to hear.

you can't help but smile, despite your bottom lip quivering, a sob threatening to erupt.

'look.. i- it's just difficult-,' he stammers.

you walk over to the door, back facing him, as he grits his teeth, irritated at how quickly you were willing to leave this.

'i'll.. uh, i'll get you transferred to our brooklyn office.. i think you'll be very happy there.'

you scoff and walk out of his office for the last time, slamming the door behind you. you can feel the collective stare from the office as you walk to the bathroom, tears streaming down your cheeks.

and you truly realise, girls like you weren’t ever supposed to be like nancy. you were forever going to be a girlfriend. or the other woman, not good enough for pole position but always, always good enough to hang off of their arm as eye candy. steve could move you to another office, out of sight out of mind, right?

but another you would come along just as fast as you had, stealing pathetic glances across the office, sly touches in the staff room, the gifts and then it’d all get too much. wives get suspicious and she’d be shipped off just as quick as you were.

you're sat in a cubicle crying quietly when you can hear the bathroom door open.

'y/n..?' there's a light knock to the door, 'can i come in?' you click the lock, allowing her to come in.

it's carol, steve's sweet little assistant walks in and bends down to your level.

you furrow your brows in confusion but she looks softly back at you, a slight frown on her face.

'i don't know... exactly.. what's been going on.. but, i do know that you are far too good for that man, men like him.. they get off on ruining young girls,' she wipes your cheek with her thumb, 'but you.. you're not going to let him ruin you, okay?'

you sniffle, looking up at her with a small smile, 'okay..'

'you walk out of here with your head held high and you forget all about him,' she puts her hands on your shoulders, rubbing slightly.

what you didn't know was that you weren't the first young girl to leave this office because of him and you most certainly wouldn't be the last. she'd bore witness to girls full of ambition joining the office to end up with a head crammed with dreams about their relationship with steve. only to end up the exact same way as you, hopelessly in love with a married man.

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director's cut

Pairing: dark!Chris Evans x naive!Reader

Warnings: smut, daddy!kink, abuse of power, unbalanced power dynamics, oral (f receiving), mentions of anal, rpf, dark themes, age gap (Chris is in his early 40s, reader is in her early 20s), minors do not interact.

Summary: Chris Evans is one of Hollywood's top directors, with a taste for naive wannabe actresses like you. So what happens when you audition for one of his movies? Based on this ask.

You look like an angel. That’s the first thing that comes to Chris’ mind when he sees you. And every thought that follows gets steadily less innocuous: I wonder how old she is? and God, her ass looks amazing in those shorts and I bet she’s a virgin and She’d look so cute sucking my cock.

Amongst other things.

“Mr. Evans. It’s really nice to meet you.” You’re so shy, sticking out your tiny fucking hand for him to shake, blinking up at him so innocently from under those lashes. Chris can’t believe it. You’re the sexiest fucking thing he’s ever seen – and he’s been in show business for about twenty years now.

“Sweetheart, the pleasure is all mine.” Chris says, ignoring your hand and pulling you in for a hug. No, he doesn’t hug every single wannabe actress who comes in to audition for his movies – but you’re so fucking hot. And he loves how you squeak in surprise as he pulls your body flush against his, your breasts pressing against his chest in a way that makes him lick his lips.

“I– I’m a huge fan of all your movies, sir.” You say softly as Chris leads you into his office. Of course, not every wannabe actress has the luxury to do her audition in the director’s private office – but you’re different. Why should your audition take place in the studio downstairs where everyone else’s did? “Uh, sir? Why are we up here? Everyone before me auditioned downstairs with the other actors?”

Chris chuckles, “We hold the special auditions in my office, sweetheart. Only the ones we’re serious about get to come up here.”

He loves how your lips form the shape of an ‘o’, and he loves the excited look that glosses over your face. Innocent little thing, he thinks. He wonders what other lies h can feed to you and have you blindly believe. The possibilities seem endless as he locks the door of his office, turning around to see you shuffling nervously in the middle of the room.

He loves how you jump slightly when he grabs your hand, pulling you to the chaise longue in the corner of the room. And he loves how anxious you look when he pushes you to sit, planting himself down dangerously close next to you, knees touching and his arm around the back of the sofa behind you.

Chris gets right to the point. “Sweet girl, first thing’s first. This role is very demanding. There’re some nude scenes we gotta film. Are you okay with that?” And maybe he could’ve waited a bit longer before brazenly putting his hand on your bare thigh – but he can’t help it.

“I– Yes, sir. I’m aware of the nude scenes. I don’t have a problem with that at all.” You smile at him and he loves how you’re attempting to be confident, but he can feel the tremor in your tone. He also loves how you’re trying to ignore his hand on you, but he’s already seen you squeeze your legs together.

Fuck. He wants to bend you over right here and now.

“And there’s also some sex scenes.” His hand travels higher, squeezing your soft, silky flesh, loving how your breath hitches and you swallow harshly. God, Chris loves making sweet little girls like you feel uncomfortable. He loves his job, his fame and the abuse of power that comes with it.

“Y-Yeah, I’m cool with the sex scenes too.” You jump as he pinches your thigh lightly. And usually, Chris isn’t this forward when he’s seducing other starry-eyed hopefuls who audition for his movies. But you’re just too innocent, a perfect plaything – he can’t help it.

“Good, good. That’s very good, sweetie.” Chris murmurs softly, before slapping your thigh not-so-softly. “Well, get up then. Take your clothes off.”

You look horrified and he loves every second of it.

“T-Take my – what? What do you mean?”

“Sweetheart, have you never been to a proper audition before? We do this with all our actors. I gotta see if your body fits my movie’s aesthetic.” Twenty years in showbiz has made Chris quite the seamless liar, and you look up at him with innocent eyes.

“Oh. Okay. Sorry, sir. I didn’t know that – this is actually my first audition.”

Chris bets it is. You look like you moved out of whatever small town you’re from only yesterday. Bright, sparkling eyes, innocent smile – not yet shaded and jaded by the cruelty of Hollywood. Chris hates that he has to be the one to break that innocence.

Well, not really.

In a blink of an eye – you’re naked. In your excitement to impress him, you’ve even taken your bra and panties off without being asked. And Chris is so painfully fucking hard just looking at you. He can’t help but pull you into his lap as if you’re nothing more than a doll instead of an actual human being. And you sit so prettily on his knee, surprise etched on your face but you don’t dare voice your concerns.

Chris loves having that power over you.

“I gotta check if these are the right shape for the camera.” He lies again, large hands slipping up to fondle your breasts. Squeezing the soft flesh, pressing them together indecently, tweaking your nipples until they’re stiff peaks. He even brings his mouth down to suck, taking as much of your breast into your mouth as he can.

“Sir – oh – Sir, is this really… is this really necessary?” You ask, and he can tell you’re biting back your moans.

Chris releases your breast from his mouth with a pop, looking up at you with a serious expression, “Are you serious about being in my movie, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes! Of course, I am! I’m sorry!” You say quickly, regret washing over your features.

“That’s what I thought.” Chris goes back to ‘examining’ your breasts. “Your tits are beautiful, baby. The camera’s gonna love them.” He doesn’t mention how his personal office camera is currently loving your body very much – but when does he ever mention his office camera to anyone?

You glow at his praise, “Thank you, sir!”

“Call me daddy.” Chris says nonchalantly, fingers now slipping down and prying your legs apart.

“D-Daddy?” You’re so shocked at being asked to call him something like that, you don’t even notice your thighs being forced apart.

“Yeah, baby. Say: thank you, daddy, for considering me for this movie.”

“Th-Thank you, daddy, for considering me for this movie.” You say it automatically, and Chris almost groans at how submissive you sound, how innocent and adorable yet sexy. He can’t take it – how much further can he push you before you finally see what’s truly happening, slap him and leave?

“Good girl. Now lay down on your back for me baby, and keep those legs spread out. Daddy wants to check your little pussy.”

Your eyes widen, “B-But, you’re not gonna show my – down there in the movie, are you?”

He loves how you’re too innocent to even say the word ‘pussy’.

“No, baby. It’s a movie, not a porno. Now get on your back, don’t make me ask you again.”

Chris puts on his no-nonsense voice – the one he saves for when he’s on set in the director’s chair and bossing everyone around. And it does the trick – you’re lying down in record time, legs splayed open just like he asked. And your pussy’s practically gleaming with your wetness. He’s not even surprised.

“You’re wet.” He comments, gliding his pointer finger up your slit to gather your slickness – and causing your hips to convulse in the process.

“I’m sorry, daddy!” You cry, “It’s so unprofessional, I know it is! I just… I just can’t control it!”

“Of course, you can’t, sweet girl” Chris pretends to be disappointed, when actually he’s just getting off on the sick pleasure he feels as he spreads your puffy lips, examining the wetness seeping down your thighs and staining his couch, as well as your engorged clit.

“And that’s okay, babies like you tend to get turned on the moment a man in power shows them the tiniest bit of attention. Tell me, baby. Are you a virgin?”

Your face is a mixture of embarrassment, shame, bewilderment and lust – it’s a heady combination. Chris feels like his pants are about to burst at the seam. He already knows the answer to his question, but he wants to hear you confirm it.

“I – y-yeah, I am.” You say softly and between breathy pants, “I h-hope – oh fuck! – I hope that’s not a problem, daddy.”

Chris can’t help but dip his head down, licking his lips as he’s face to face with your leaking pussy. He can practically see your clit throbbing before his eyes, leaning forward to take the bundle of nerves into his mouth, sucking harshly and making you buck your hips up desperately, a loud moan and his name escaping past your lips.

He licks down your slit, moving his lips and tongue messily against your folds, up and down and in circles, his spit mixing with your wetness as he practically makes out with your pussy. Your little virgin pussy. Fuck. Chris can’t believe his luck. He hasn’t had a virgin in a long time – they’re hard to come by in the business he’s in.

“D-Daddy, oh fuck – it feels… Too much!” He can tell that even though he’s face first into your pussy, you’re still too shy to grab onto his hair and instead fist the material of the couch.

Chris smirks. I’ll show you too much.

Not a minute later, and he’s got you mauled up and riding his face, your wet cunt grinding over his mouth and beard in a way that tells him you’ve done this with your pillow before in the privacy of your bedroom. The thought makes him want to bust a nut right there.

Instead, he holds onto your hips, steadying you as he circles his tongue on your folds, loving how you cry and moan above him. He moves his hand to grope your ass, fingers gathering wetness from your leaky pussy and pushing up your puckered, smaller hole. You fall forward with a loud gasp, and he hums against your clit, the vibrations making you involuntarily grind down harder on his face.

“D-Daddy, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

You’re such a slut, Chris thinks to himself, not even questioning how a man you’ve just met is currently knuckle-deep in your asshole. Fuck. He can’t wait to break you in.

You cum fast, squirting all over his face in record time that even Chris is impressed. Clearly, it’s the first time a man has ever touched you, excited you in such a way that you can’t help but come undone. And you’re moaning ‘daddy’ so prettily, over and over again and he knows anyone lurking outside his office can hear you.

He doesn’t care, though.

“That was good, wasn’t it, sweet girl?” Chris practically coos at you a few moments later, when he’s gathered up your boneless limbs and pulled you back into his lap. And he loves how you look up at him in wonder, already dumbed down considerably after your orgasm, glossy eyes zeroing in on your juices on his beard.

“Uh, y-yeah… Yeah, it was good.” You agree slowly, and Chris almost laughs out loud. Poor thing – you look so dazed and confused, still naked in his lap while he’s fully dressed in his three-piece suit.

“Thank me.”

“Thank you, daddy.” You say immediately, and the submissiveness of it all makes Chris so fucking hard – it’s a wonder he hasn’t busted a nut yet.

“I have something to tell you, baby.”

“Y-Yeah?”

He grabs your chin, bringing your face close to his. You look breathless, stunning – so fucking innocent and beautiful. He can’t get enough of you. But why should anyone else get to see you? No, you’re his – through and through. And he’s not done with you.

“I’m sorry, sweet girl, but I’m afraid you’re not right for the part.”

Your mouth drops open, a pained look spreading across your features, “Wh-What?”

“You heard me. You’re not gonna be in my movie, baby. You’re just not right for the role.”

He can’t believe the tears that already seem to be welling in your eyes, the look of hurt, confusion and distress evident in your face. You’re trying to be brave; he can tell with how you try to even out your breaths and not burst into tears. What a fucking baby, he thinks to himself – and he wishes you would cry, it would only make him harder.

“But I have other plans for you, sweet girl.”

You hiccup, “Y-You do?”

“Yes. Why don’t you come back to my place and we can discuss it there?” Chris begins playing with your breasts again, flicking your nipple with his thumb lightly until the peak is so hard, it looks like it’ll cut glass.

“Your place?”

Chris almost moans out loud at how dumb you’re being – repeating everything he’s saying to you because what seems to be your first real orgasm has somehow rendered you incapable of forming your own thoughts or speaking in complete sentences. He loves that.

“Yeah, baby. My place. We can discuss your future in the industry. I could help you out. You do want my help, don’t you?”

He watches your kitten tongue flick out and swipe over your bottom lip. God. Your lips. He needs them stretched out around his cock more than he needs to breathe at the moment. But he knows he has to go slow with you, lest he scare away the pretty little virgin who’s somehow ended up in his lap.

“Yes, yes I would love your help!” You practically beg.

“That’s my good girl. Now just stay put and look pretty on my lap while daddy watches the rest of the auditions. Then we’ll go back to my place and make some plans. Don’t worry, baby, daddy’s gonna make you a star.”

A/N | yes i realise this is very long for a drabble, but i couldn't stop myself lmao. please tell me what you think bc i love feedback hehehe.

#chris evans #dark chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #steve rogers #dark steve rogers #mcu #marvel #captain america #drabble

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oh-my-damn · 2 years

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Clarification

A/N: Chapter seven of Diplomatic Negotiations

Series Summary: Newly dumped and freshly fucked by a handsome stranger you met at a bar, you start your final year at college in high spirits. Only to realize that your new teacher in your Diplomatic Negotiations class, is none other than the guy you had an amazing one night stand with.

Chapter Warnings: SMUT - p in v, dirty talk, filthy teacher ari, daddy kink, choking, teasing, feral ari, lots of teasing.

Word Count: 6700

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

"Okay, well, this is it," Ari says as he places his keys on the little table in the hallway, watching you walk into his apartment, "I mean, you've been here before, so it's not really a big surprise."

You look around his apartment, how its decorated, and it's different than you remember.

"I know," you reply with a small smile, stopping in front of the book shelves in his living room, "But I don't really remember much from the last time I was here."

Ari clears his throat, and it makes you glance in his direction when he follows you into the living room, standing just a bit away as you look over the many books placed on the shelves.

"I get that," he smiles softly, "We were quite.. Uh, inebriated, last time."

You chuckle, your fingers brushing over the spines of his books, "Yeah that, and we were also kinda.. Preoccupied. I didn't exactly get the opportunity to check this place out."

"You did," he retorts, "You just chose to leave before I woke up."

You look over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his, "Fine, maybe it was my fault. But how was I supposed to know you wanted me to stay?"

Ari snorts, plopping down on his couch, "By the way I acted?"

"No no no," you chime, turning around to look at him with a raised brow, "You were drunk. We were drunk. How was I supposed to know you wanted me to stick around? A one night stand is a one night stand. It's only supposed to last for one night."

Ari scoffs, smirking at you as you walk closer to him on the couch, "That's something you decided. I never gave the impression that I wanted you to leave."

Your eyes narrow teasingly, holding his for a moment before you relent, "Okay fine. Maybe you have a point. Maybe."

Ari chuckles, beckoning you closer, "C'mere. Let me touch you. It's been too long."

You chuckle, "It's been like, a day."

"Too long," he murmurs when you get closer, large hands immediately gripping your waist to pull you into his lap.

Your hands settle on his shoulders as you get comfortable, straddling him on the couch. Your eyes meet his as your lips lift in a teasing smirk, "Now what, Mr. Levinson?"

Ari mirrors your smirk, his fingers digging into your hips when he whispers, "Don't call me that. It'll just get you in trouble."

"Oh really?" You chuckle, leaning in closer to look at him, "Trouble, huh? What kind of trouble?"

He lets out a content sigh, his hands traveling from your hips to your ass, "You sure you want to know? Thought we'd have to take things slow, considering everything."

You chuckle again when his fingers dig into your ass, and all he does is look up at you with a teasing smile.

"Fine," you mumble, your hands moving up to cup his bearded jaw, "Maybe it's time we got.. Deep, regarding this whole thing."

"Oh," Ari chuckles confidently, "I'm pretty sure I go plenty de-"

"Nope," you interrupt, shaking your head, "Not what I'm talking about here, Levinson. I mean personal. Stop getting ahead of yourself."

Ari lets out another chuckle before he cuts it short, nodding shortly, "Okay, personal. I can do that."

"Good," You hum, your fingers moving up to run through the soft strands of his hair, "Let's get personal, then."

"How do we do that?" Ari asks, his head tilted back to allow him to hold your eyes in a searing embrace, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything," You reply quietly, smiling softly.

Ari smirks, "Everything is a lot, sweetheart. Narrow it down for me."

"Okay," you reply, your smile widening, "You have a point. How about.. How about you tell me about your marriage, then? That's very personal and you only told me a little bit about it."

Ari lets out a sigh as soon as you say the words, his eyes looking away from yours, "Okay. What do you want to know?"

You cup the side of his face, guiding him back until his eyes meet yours once again, "Everything might be a heavy order. But I'd like to know what happened. Maybe just why you're no longer married. Not that I'm complaining," you smile softly, "But it would give me more of an idea of who you are."

"Okay," Ari breathes, his hands settling on your ass to hold you close, "Well, uhm.. We were young.. When we got married. Too young. We both knew I wanted to join the military, and I did, and then.. Well, you know how it goes.."

When Ari's eyes dart away from yours again, you realize that this subject is more vulnerable to him than you figured.

You pull him back again to look at you, your words a quiet whisper, "I have my suspicions, but I'd rather you just tell me, Ari."

Ari watches you for a moment, his cerulean blues bouncing between your eyes until he whispers, "She cheated on me."

You feel like you've been punched in the gut. You had your suspicions, a feeling that they didn't end on good terms, but you'd hoped it wasn't anything like that.

No one deserves that.

You swallow away your emotions before you quietly whisper, "While you were deployed?"

Ari nods, his eyes never wavering from yours, but his features change. They look sad, defeated in a sense, and it makes your heart ache for him.

Your thumbs rub his cheeks as you whisper, "Ari, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," he mumbles, his fingers giving your ass a short squeeze, "It was a long time ago."

"Yeah, but still," you reply quietly, your eyes moving over his face, "You deserve so much better."

Ari lets out a short chuckle, "No, I didn't. Not back then. With my track record, what I put you through just this week, I'm not even sure I do now, either."

Your fingers still on his cheeks, leaning in until your face is only inches from his, "You do. You deserve the entire fucking world, and nothing less."

He looks at you, his lips slowly raising in a smile before he whispers, "I appreciate that, sweetheart. But I don't need the world. I just need you. So where does that leave me?"

You smile softly, your hands sliding back to cup the back of his neck before you whisper, "Right where you're supposed to be."

Ari hums, a lazy smile on his face, "Okay, I'll take that. I agree. Now you tell me, sweetheart."

"Tell you about what?" You ask casually, your fingers sliding through his hair.

"Tell me about Frank."

You sigh, tilting your head as your eyes focus on your fingers running through his hair, "Not a lot to tell, really. I thought we were more than we were. It fucked with my head."

But Ari won't stand for that.

His hands slide up your sides until he can cup your face, making you look at him, "Tell me what happened."

You hesitate for a moment, but the sincerity on his face makes you whisper, "He was my first. First everything, really. Besides kiss. And he broke my heart. I thought we were together; he didn't feel the same way. Isn't that how it always goes?" You sigh, "The girl falls for a stupid boy, and she develops feelings he could never possibly understand."

Ari nods and hums, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, "So it was over after that?"

"Well," you chuckle, "For me, it was. I found out tonight that he apparently never realized what he did wrong. I guess he still believes I'll be around when he wants me to be."

Ari scoffs, "If that's what he thinks, he's got another thing coming."

You snort, "Is that so? What's that supposed to mean, Mr. Levinson?"

"Told you not to say that if you didn't wanna get in trouble," Ari retorts, his hips bucking up against yours every so slightly, "And it means that he's not getting his hands on you ever again. Not if I have anything to say about it."

"Oh yeah?" You chuckle, ignoring the feeling spiking through you, "And who made you the boss of me, hm?"

"I did," Ari whispers, leaning closer until his lips are brushing over yours when he whispers, "You're mine. No one else touches you. Understood?"

"Yeah," you breathe out, much quicker than you would have preferred, "Understood."

Ari hums in approval, pulling you closer to let his lips press to yours. Soft lips glide over your own, his hands sliding into your hair, controlling your movement.

You let out a soft moan, your fingers pulling on the hair at the base of his neck as your lips mold to his. His tongue teases the seam of your lips, making you part them in a gasp, your belly fluttering in excitement when your tongues find each other.

He massages your tongue with his, tilting your head to deepen the kiss as you melt into him, allowing yourself to drown in the feel of him, how his scent overwhelms you.

"Ari," you moan into the kiss, your fingers pulling on his hair more insistently, "Ari, I wanna feel you."

Ari hums, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip shortly before he pulls back, your wide eyes meeting his when he whispers, "Not tonight, baby."

"Why not?" You practically whine, your stomach dropping as disappointment rushes over you.

He chuckles softly at your reaction, one large hand cupping your cheek again, his thumb stroking your warm skin, "Because you've been drinking. It's better to wait."

Your bottom lip protrudes in a pout automatically, your eyes following your hands when they slide down his chest, mumbling, "But we've been drunk before-"

"Yeah, but I'm sober," Ari counters, cerulean eyes watching your face intently, "I'd feel like I'm taking advantage of you. Besides, I want to make sure you remember every second of it."

You smile shyly, your cheeks heating up even more at his words before you look up again to meet his eyes, "Okay, I get that, I guess.. But it's late.. Should I.. Should I go, then?"

"I'd like you to stay," Ari whispers, his thumb sliding over your bottom lip, "Have a sleep over. You owe me some cuddles. Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

You shake your head, kissing the pad of his thumb, "No, I'm free."

"Spend the day with me," he breathes out, "Stay over and spend tomorrow with me. Please?"

Your smile widens, a small nod of your head, "Okay, I'd love to."

You stir awake when the light filters in through the curtains in Ari's bedroom. At first you're a little disoriented, but you're quickly reminded of where you are when you feel his heavy arm draped over your waist.

You smile as you push your back into his chest, relishing in the warmth radiating off him, a content hum leaving your lips when your hand find his. You entwine your fingers, pulling his hand up to your chest to nuzzle into him more.

Ari lets out a hum as well, a warm rumble emitting from his chest as his lips find your shoulder. He places lazy kisses there, his arm holding you tighter before he whispers, "Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning," you murmur with a smile, your fingers squeezing his, "How'd you sleep?"

"Mmh, amazing," Ari responds, his voice a deep timber, still heavy from sleep, "I like sleeping next to you. You fit well in my arms."

You let out a small giggle, "I'm glad you think so. I like being in your arms."

"Good," he whispers, "Then you can stay here." He trails lazy kisses up your neck, tucking his face into the crook of it before he says, "It's still early. We can sleep a little longer if you want."

Your eyes flutter closed, the safety of his arms lulling you back to sleep.

When you wake again, you're instantly disappointed at the realization that you're alone.

Your brows furrow when your eyes open, rolling onto your back to find the spot beside you missing your favorite cuddle buddy.

You glance around his bedroom, taking it in properly for the first time, eyes gazing over the pictures on the wall, the navy blue color so dominant in his private space.

You sit up in bed when you hear noises coming from the kitchen, gingerly crawling out of bed. You pick up a white button up shirt discarded on a chair in the corner, buttoning it up carelessly as you start tiptoeing your way out of his bedroom.

You follow the noise, a smile breaking out on your face when you realize it's the sound of humming, and then it widens even more when you walk into the kitchen and find Ari in just a pair of boxer briefs, standing in front of the stove.

You lean on the doorframe, crossing your arms over your chest as you watch him, certain that he hasn't realized you're there, yet.

Ari hums an unfamiliar tune as he moves the spatula around on the pan, the familiar smell of eggs and bacon filling your nostrils.

You accidentally let out a small giggle when he tries to toss the bacon and fails, letting out a curse, and that finally catches his attention.

He glances over his shoulder, his lips raising in a warm smile as his eyes move down your form before finding yours, "Hey baby. How long have you been standing there?"

"Just a minute or two," you respond with a smile, pushing off the doorway, "I woke up and followed the smell."

"I'm making breakfast," Ari says with a grin before his focus returns to the task at hand.

"I can tell," you chuckle, sauntering closer until you can reach out for him. Your hands gently land on his waist, your arms wrapping around him to push your chest into his back, and he leans into your embrace. Your palms land flat on his stomach, brushing over the dusting of hair coating it as he continues cooking. Your lips find his shoulder, placing first one kiss and then another before you whisper, "Didn't know you cooked."

Ari snorts in amusement, "Of course I cook. I'm a grownup."

"Right," You giggle, placing another kiss on his soft skin, "I forgot. You're old."

"Hey," he warns jokingly, "Don't get yourself in trouble if you're not ready to deal with the consequences."

You laugh, "Oh I think I can handle it."

Ari snickers, the spatula moving over the pan as he speaks, "I hope you're not vegan or vegetarian. I should have thought of that beforehand."

"It's alright," you whisper, "I'd never pass down a meal that you made me, regardless."

"Well, good," Ari smiles, turning off the stove before he turns around in your embrace. His head tilts down, eyes meeting yours as his arms wrap around you, "Hi. You look very pretty in the morning."

You chuckle, shaking your head at his words, "Thank you, but I don't think it compares to you."

He snorts, guiding you to turn around before he pushes you up against the counter. His hands grip your waist, hoisting you up to sit on the cool marble, "Stop that crazy talk. You're the most beautiful woman in the world."

Your brows raise in surprise at his words, watching as he brings out a fork and places food on it before he directs it to your lips, "Open up."

You chuckle, opening your mouth wide to allow him to feed you. Ari smirks at you as you chew, quickly putting more food on the fork to feed you another bite, "Good girl. Told you I'd get you to eat breakfast."

You swallow and giggle, your hands reaching out for him. You pull him closer, smiling softly, "You're supposed to eat too, you know."

"I will," he murmurs, leaning closer to brush his lips over yours teasingly, "Just had to make sure my girl didn't go hungry."

Butterflies tumble around your stomach, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. Your arms wind around his neck, your thighs spreading to allow him to stand in between them, placing a quick kiss on his lips when he's close enough.

Ari kisses you back, his hands slowly sliding down your sides, "You look good in my shirt."

"Yeah?" You smirk, holding teasing eye contact, "I like it. Very comfy."

"Mmh, I bet," Ari hums, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, "It's really hot, you wearing my clothes. I like it."

"How much?" You whisper, pulling him closer to you slowly.

"I'll show you," he breathes out before his lips crash down onto yours. You mewl into the kiss, your fingers sliding into his hair as his hands grip your waist tightly.

He pulls you closer until you're perched on the edge of the counter, his hard erection pressing against your core when your legs wrap around his waist.

His tongue dives into your mouth dominantly, swirling around it as he groans, your hands sliding down his bare back to pull him closer against you. You buck your hips against his, chasing that delicious friction, and when it rubs you just right, you let out a needy moan.

"Fuck," Ari grunts, his lips moving over yours insistently as his hands trail down to grip your hips, fingers digging into the supple skin, "God, baby.. How do you feel?"

"Good," you moan, your legs tightening around his waist, "Feel so good.."

Ari bites into your bottom lip with another groan, leaning back to tug on it before he husks out, "Wanna get inside you, fuck, it's been too long. What do you say, baby? Want daddy to fuck you right here, hm?"

"Yes," you moan, one hand sliding down to his front to palm his erection through his boxers, "Daddy, please. Fuck me."

Ari growls lowly before his fingers work quickly. He tugs your panties to the side, stepping back for just a moment to allow his underwear to drop to the floor. Then he's back, pulling you closer to him, your thighs wrapping tightly around his waist.

He dips his head to kiss you desperately, bringing a loud moan out of you when you feel the thick head of his cock rub between your folds.

"Shit," Ari moans into the kiss, "Fuck, you're so wet already, I barely even touched you."

"Please," you whimper, tucking your face into his neck to leave sloppy kisses, "Daddy, please. Need to feel you."

Ari almost comes right there on the spot, your needy voice sending his mind into overdrive.

"I know baby," he whispers, coating his cock in your juices, "I know, but it might hurt a little, okay? Daddy didn't open you up."

"Don't care," you whine, tugging on his hair when your fingers tangle in it, "Just need you. Please!"

"Fucking hell," he curses, and then his hand wraps in your hair to pull your face out of his neck. His lips land on yours with force before he slowly starts pushing inside you, swallowing the high pitched moan you let out at the intrusion.

He grunts as he sinks deeper, moving slowly to allow you to adjust to him properly, his lips moving over yours expertly to distract you from the pain.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, panting breathlessly when he leans back a little to watch your face, "Tell me to stop and I will, okay? I don't want to hurt you."

He watches how your brows are furrowed, and he's just about to stop, worried that he's hurting you, when you hiccup, "No, don't stop, please. Want all of you inside me, want you to fuck me daddy, please!"

Ari presses his forehead to yours as his thick cock slides the rest of the way inside you, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips once he bottoms out.

His lips find yours again, but the kiss is slow, patient this time, coaxing you to relax around him.

You melt into him, your walls stretched beyond belief, but the pain slowly subsides and turns to pleasure when his tongue toys with yours. You moan wantonly into his mouth when his hips slowly pull back, only to slide back home again.

He sets off a slow pace, his strokes deep and deliberate, while still being careful not to hurt you. Your fingers dig into his shoulders when his arms wrap around you, pulling your chest flush to his as he slowly fucks into you.

"God baby, you feel so fucking good," Ari moans as he tucks his face into your neck, his beard scratching your skin when he sucks onto a spot.

You keen, your back arching into him as he picks up pace a little, his hips meeting yours with more insistence.

He's so fucking big inside you, thick and long, you can feel every ridge and vein of his throbbing cock every time he pushes in only to pull out again.

The feeling is addicting, overwhelming, it makes your mind go blank, turns you into mush.

"Daddy," you gasp, your hips moving to meet his thrusts and it only encourages him. He picks up pace again, going faster and harder than before, his heavy moans and grunts in your ear.

"Fuck, I've been waiting for this for too long," Ari groans, trailing kisses up your neck to your jaw, "Way too long."

Then his teeth scrape over your jaw possessively as he growls, "I'm never going that long without feeling this pretty cunt wrapped around me again. Understood? Daddy's gonna fuck this pretty little pussy whenever he wants from now on, and all you'll have to do is be my good girl and take it. Got it?"

You nod deliriously, whimpering, "Yes daddy, I'm yours, all yours."

"That's right," he grunts, his thrusts turning more forceful, jolting your body in his hold. He wraps a possessive hand around your throat, the pressure making your head swim, "That's fucking right, you are. Fuck you're so good for me, such a perfect little slut for daddy. You're gonna let me fuck you whenever and wherever I want, won't you?"

"Yes!"

"Even in class, hm?" He smirks, watching as your eyes open wide to look up at him. He leans down, pulling you closer by the hand around your throat, murmuring against your lips as he keeps pumping into you, "Gonna bend you over my desk and fuck you right in my office, sweetheart. And next time you don't know the answer in class, best believe I'm gonna fucking punish you for it. Understand?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" You chant, your walls tightening around his cock as he brings you closer to the edge. Your body winds tighter and tighter, tensing in anticipation for your enclosing peak.

Ari groans deeply when he feels you squeeze around him, his thumb swiftly moving down to swipe over your clit, "I can tell you're gonna come, baby. Go on, take what you need. Come for daddy, let me see how pretty you look when you come."

His words are like a command and you topple over the edge, letting out a loud gasp and a wail as you tremble in his hold. Your walls pulsate around him as you ride out the wave, trembling from pleasure.

"Fuck!" Ari shouts, hissing when you squeeze around him like a vice, "Jesus fucking christ, I can't-shit!"

He comes undone inside you, his warmth spurting against your walls, filling you up deliciously. You sag against his chest, the hand around your throat moving up to cup the back of your head, fingers gently caressing your hair as you pant against his skin. You nuzzle your face into his soft pecks, the hair adorning it tickling your skin as your arms wrap around his waist.

Ari pants into your hair, staying buried inside you as he comes down from his own high, and after a moment he places a kiss on top of your head, murmuring, "I think the foods gone cold now."

You giggle tiredly, tilting your head up to look at him. His head dips, eyes meeting yours as you whisper, "Worth missing breakfast over."

"Absolutely," Ari hums, cupping your cheek with one large hand, "Absolutely fucking worth it."

You spend the entire weekend with Ari, at his place. You watched movies, played silly boardgames, and he read to you from some of his books.

And then you'd both give in to the urge whenever it struck, which it did often.

Ari was insatiable.

He'd be cooking you dinner, and you'd be having just a normal conversation when suddenly he would switch. His eyes would change, his features, and within a few second he would have you perched on the table, against the wall, or on the couch.

It didn't matter where you were, or what you were doing.

All he'd say was I need to be inside you and you'd turn to mush. Melt in his arms. Give in to whatever craving he had, whatever fantasy he wanted to live out.

And you would match his needs in every way. Watching him do mundane things were like plain torture; sitting at the dining table while he cooked dinner for you was like porn. Why was it so sexy?

Watching him cut up vegetables, frying something on the pan, checking the oven. It was so sexy. It didn't exactly help that he would do most of it topless, even if it did make you chuckle when the pan would spatter and he'd curse a little from feeling the burn on his abs.

Those perfect fucking abs. Not too defined, but just enough. Still beefy, thick, coated by a layer of hair. Just like his chest. You started fixating on it, on his soft yet firm pecs. It made you wonder how something like that was even possible.

And he was covered in just the right amount of hair. Not too much, but definitely not too little; just the amount to make you want to rub your cheek against his chest, his stomach, you liked the small layer on his arms when he wrapped them around you.

He was so strong, and firm, and delicious in every way. He kept proving it, too. He would pick you up, carry you around when he felt like it. And it felt good to give youself to him like, relax and melt into his arms. It made you feel safe, protected, but most of all, it made you feel cared for.

Loved.

You shouldn't be thinking that word. It's too soon, way too much. Your relationship with Ari is complicated enough without that added meaning.

But you know what you felt. Perhaps you always did. Perhaps you have since that very first night you met him.

He made you fall so hard, swept you off your feet. He was like a deep ocean. One that you were more than willing to drown in.

"Alright class, I'm going to let you work on a case for the first hour, and then I want you to hand it in before the break. I'll spend the last hour of class reading them, and I'll have your feedback ready before class is over."

Your eyes lift above your computer screen to look at Ari from where you're sitting in the second row in the auditorium.

No one in this room has any idea that you just spent the past two days in his apartment, in his bed, and that you only went back to your place this morning to get clean clothes.

You can't go to class wearing one of my button-ups and nothing else, even if I'd enjoy it.

Ari's words ring in your head when you make eye contact with the intimidating man standing at the front of the auditorium. His cerulean blues shimmer mischievously, and it makes you hide a smile as your eyes flit back to your screen.

You read over the case, and it's actually one very similar to another you read at the beginning of class, which means you know exactly how to solve it.

You glance back up to find Ari sitting behind his desk, his eyes glued to his phonescreen.

You frown a little, wondering who the hell he's texting in the middle of class, but when your phone vibrates in your pocket, you have your answer.

You chuckle quietly as you pull your phone out.

Ari Stop staring, you're making me lose composure

You What do you mean? I'm not doing anything

Ari Bullshit

You let out a small giggle, quiet enough that no one around you reacts.

You type out a reply before your eyes lift to look at him, your brow raising as you lift your pen to your lips, chewing on it casually.

You What's on your mind, professor?

Ari You're in for it later

You smirk victoriously, nodding once when you catch Ari's eye again. Then your focus returns to your assignment once again.

About half an hour later, you're done with the case. You glance around the auditorium and notice how everyone else is still hard at work at the assignment. You double check it, ensuring you didn't do it wrong, but when you realize you didn't, you slump back in your seat with a quiet sigh.

Your eyes flit to Ari, but he doesn't notice you, his eyes trained on his laptop.

You let your gaze trail over his form, how his shoulders are a little tense, and it gives you the urge to offer him some relief.

A small smile works its way onto your lips when an idea hits you.

Your focus returns to your laptop as you open up a word document and start typing.

'What can I do for you today, miss?' Professor Levinson ask as he sits behind the desk in his office.

I walk closer, taking a seat on the chair opposite him.

'Professor, I know my grades haven't been good this semester. I was wondering if there's anything I could do to raise them? I'll do anything.'

Professor Levinson raises a brow, 'Anything?'

'Yes sir,' I smirk, 'Anything'....

You keep typing out your little story until Ari clears his throat, pulling everyones attention back on him.

"The break is starting, so please send me what you've done and I'll have a look through it in the next module. You can all work on your assignments for next weeks class in the remaining time, I'll send back your case feedback before the end of class."

You almost let out an excited giggle when you, instead of attaching the actual assignment, attach the steamy story you've spent the past thirty minutes writing.

Hayden taps your side right as you send it off with a smirk, making you turn your head to look at him.

"Wanna grab some coffee with me? I had a long night yesterday."

You nod, rising from your seat, "Sure, sounds good."

"Did you send your case?" Hayden asks as you slink your way out the row and head towards the door, "how'd it go?"

"Yeah, I just did," you reply with a smile and a shrug, "I think I did okay. What about you?"

Your brows furrow when he yawns audibly, "Why are you so tired today? You usually prioritize getting enough rest before class."

Hayden smiles sheepishly as you make your way over to the coffee stand, and you swear you see his cheeks tinge pink.

Then realization hits you, making you stop in your tracks and slap his bicep excitedly, "Holy shit H! You were with a girl!"

Hayden lets out a laugh, pushing you away playfully, "Stop saying that like I'm some toddler. I date, you know."

You scoff, "I guess. I've just never seen you blush before."

Hayden snorts, "I wasn't blushing."

"Sure you weren't," you chuckle as you reach the coffeestand. You both order what you'd like before you make your way back to the auditorium.

Once you and Hayden make your way back to your seats, the second module has started. You bring out your book to catch up on your reading for this week, but you're not able to concentrate for more than a couple minutes at a time.

Your eyes keep flicking up, looking towards the spot ahead of you, continuously lingering on the brunette sitting behind his desk, correcting papers.

A small smirk is playing on your lips at the mere thought of what's to come, but you can tell by the serious expression on his face that he hasn't reached yours yet.

You turn back to your book again, spending another few minutes reading a paragraph, of which you understand absolutely nothing because you can't help your excitement, and ultimately you repeat your former actions, glancing up ahead of you.

And then you spot it.

The way his brows are still furrowed, but his expression has changed. It's a little.. Dare you say, flustered?

You can spot a faint redness creeping up his neck, and then you feel practically giddy when you spot him shift in his seat, not just once, but twice.

Your teeth tug at your bottom lip as you watch him, practically transfixed by the image. You watch as his hand clenches beside his laptop, while he rests his chin in the other, still keeping that same look on his face.

His eyes are trained on the screen, his hand clenching and unclenching into a fist, and then a burst of excitement runs through you when he shifts again before his eyes dart up to you, meeting yours immediately.

You smile teasingly, your teeth still pulling at your bottom lip while you do so, and the action makes Ari narrow his eyes dangerously.

You hear him clear his throat, disturbing the silence in the auditorium, the only other sound being your heart pounding in your ears.

But then he breaks your connection, his eyes moving back down to his laptop screen, and for a moment you wonder if he'll be mad at you, upset at what you did.

Until you get a notification, alerting you to a new email.

From: Ari Levinson

Come see me after class, I'd like to go through the assignment you handed in. I have feedback.

-Ari

From: You

Can't wait. I'll come during lunch.

Just as you glance back up, finding his cerulean blues trained on you, your phone buzzes again. You tense in anticipation when you read it.

Ari: We'll see about that. But one thing you will do, is take your punishment like a good girl

You knock twice on the wooden door, glancing around the hallway casually. It's midday, and this is definitely risky, but it's also so much fun.

"It's open," Ari yells out, making you open the door to peek your head in.

"Hi, Mr. Levinson," you smirk teasingly, "Got a sec?"

Ari lifts a brow, a mirroring smirk forming on his face as he gestures to the chair in front of his desk, "For you? Sure, I have a moment or two."

You scoff at his teasing tone, closing the door behind you when you walk inside.

You're just about to lock the door behind you, remembering what happened last time you paid him a visit in his office, when Ari stops you.

"Don't," he says with a sigh, "If someone comes by and it's locked during office hours, I can't explain it."

Your shoulders slump a little in disappointment, taking a few steps closer to stand in front of his desk. You smile softly, "I should come by another time, then."

"Why?" Ari muses, "Don't want to see me anymore? You're just using me for sex?"

You chuckle and nod, "Yeah, that's it. You got me."

Ari tuts, glancing down at the papers in front of him as he beckons you closer with his free hand, "C'mere. I don't have anyone scheduled during lunch, we have some time."

You comply, walking closer as his eyes stay focused on the paper he's grading. His hand stays outstretched towards you, long nimble fingers entwining with yours once you're close enough to reach for him.

He keeps his composure as he pulls you closer, gracefully sliding back in his chair and pulling you into his lap, perched on one of his thighs.

"Come on," he whispers, his deep voice vibrating through you, "I'm working on the class assignments from the end of the last module. Help me grade them."

Your eyes drop to the paper in front of you, how the red ink stains the pure white. Ari keeps one hand in yours as his other reaches for your free hand, guiding your fingers to cup his own so the pen is controlled by the both of you.

He gently guides your hand with his own, red ink bleeding on the paper as he slowly moves over it. Your head tilts as you watch his movements carefully, mesmerized by the delicate dance the pen makes on the flimsy piece of paper.

You lean your back into his chest, allowing your hand to move where he guides it, goosebumps rising on your skin when you feel his hot breath on the back of your neck.

"What do you think?" He whispers against your skin, placing a kiss between sentences, "What's wrong with it?"

Your brows furrow in concentration as you focus on the words on the page, leaning your head to the side to allow his lips better access to your skin. He places soft kisses there while you think, "It's missing something."

Ari hums in approval, his arm wrapping around your waist to guide you closer, "Mhmm. What's it missing?"

"Argumentation," you reply on instinct, "They're not arguing for both sides, it's clear from this that they've already decided whose case wins."

"Exactly," Ari smirks, placing another kiss on your neck, "And does that work for us?"

"No," you reply, shaking your head a little, "No, we need to look at both arguments and analyze them. Then come to a conclusion. If we conclude before the argument is done, it's not valid."

"Good girl," he murmurs against your skin, setting your body on fire. His fingers spread to let the pen drop on the table, and then he guides your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

You glance at him over your shoulder, your eyes meeting the deep blue of his. His smile turns softer as your eyes graze over his face, taking in his features.

"Closer," he whispers, the arm around your waist tightening, "Come closer, baby."

You do as you're told, your heart pounding in your chest as you slowly lean in until your lips can meet his.

His are soft as they move over yours, his tongue teasingly swiping at the seam of your lips. You part them in a quiet moan, your insides turning around themselves when your tongues meet.

You tilt your body toward his to your best ability, deepening the kiss as you reach up to cup his jaw.

He groans quietly, his lips moving over your own expertly, like he knows your every move before you make it.

Your mind swims, your entire body getting lost in the feeling of him, his scent, his warmth.

The outside world floats away as you kiss him languidly.

But as always, the real world always comes knocking.

You barely even register what's happening before your hips are gripped, and then it's like deja-vu when you're pushed down to the floor, under his large oak desk.

When Ari's door suddenly opens, it's a sound and a feeling you're all too familiar with.

Everything you felt last time suddenly comes surging back, reminding you of the last time you hid under his desk.

You're just about to pull away, call him out on his bullshit, but before you do, you glance up at Ari.

And the expression on his face tells you everything you need to know.

He wants to get out of this situation just as much as you do.

One large hand lands on his thigh, reaching for your face, and you lean into his touch, watching as he visibly relaxes where he sits.

He doesn't want to push you away like last time. He wants you to stay.

So you will.

Your ears perk up when you recognize the female voice that speaks from the other side of the desk.

"Hi, Mr. Levinson," Sheila says, "I was wondering if we could talk about my feedback?"

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chapter fifteen | play dead

percy jackson x fem reader

this is an extremely long chapter. I’d advise food and a drink before reading ;)

Annabeth winced every few minutes as you walked. Grover would groan and munch on a Campbell’s tin can, and Percy would nudge you and ask if you were okay.

“Course I am,” your brows came together. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m just asking!”

You elbowed him gently. “Are you?”

Percy nodded. “Yeah. I’m more worried about Annabeth and Grover than myself, though.”

You eyed the boy up front, still groaning. He tripped over his own hoof. “I think he’s good.”

“And Annabeth? She looks a little…” he tilted his head. “I don’t know, like, hurt.”

You flayed your hands. “That might be because—and get this—she is hurt.”

Percy rolled his eyes and reached out a hand to shove you. You laughed and threw yourself right back, bumping him in to a lamppost. “Ah!”

Annabeth and Grover turned around, and you sent them a brief ‘peace’ sign. They carried on their tin munching and wincing.

“You’re so annoying,” Percy groaned. “I think my shoulder is broken.”

“You’re so dramatic, Percy Jackson,” you sighed, playfully. “Anyway, don’t get too distracted by your elbow.”

“Shoulder.”

“Because—”

“This is it!” Annabeth called up front.

Your little group stood together in front of a records building.

“Oh, cool!”

Annabeth sent you a firm look. “No, you idiot. This is it. This is how we’re getting to the Underworld.”

You raised your eyebrows, shaking your head a little. “Yeah. And we can shop on the way past.”

She shoved past you. “You’re unbelievable.”

Percy snorted, so you pushed him in first.

He stumbled through the doorway, the bells above the threshold jingling to signal your arrival. You would have kept your smile, but it slowly slid off your face.

Because where the hell were the records?

“Guys,” you said slowly, looking around without moving. “You see all the dead people, too, don’t you?”

“Did you not listen to a word I said?” Annabeth huffed.

Aside from the smell of must, the other distraction was the constant mumbling. These people, as young as newborns and as old as elderly in ancient clothing, muttered or sat crying or talked to themselves. Some just stared at the space in front of them, or at their feet. Behind a desk to the side of the extremely crowded room sat a tall man with bleached blond hair buzzed short, with chocolate-color skin. He was so buff you knew he meant business when he said it. He could break your arm with a twist of his hand.

If he looked at any of you when you walked in, you wouldn’t have known it, since a pair of very dark slim sunglasses covered his gaze. In a silk, well-tailored suit, he stacked up coins on his desk, where a bell sat at the end of it.

The strangest part of all, however, was definitely the people. Whom looked staticky and fuzzy if you looked at them for too long.

His desk was a raised podium, so none of you had a choice in having to look up to him.

A name badge caught your attention: Charon.

You whispered it, testing it on your tongue. Percy turned down the bold route.

“Your name is Chiron?”

Something shifted. Charon leaned across the podium, smiling sweetly, coldly. “What a precious young lad." He had a strange accent. British, perhaps. But also as if he had learned English as a second language. "Tell me, mate, do I look like a centaur?"

“N-no—” Percy said.

“Sir," he added smoothly.

“Sir," Percy ground out, jaw tight.

He pinched the name tag and ran his finger under the letters. "Can you read this, mate? It says C-H-A-R- O-N. Say it with me: CARE-ON."

"Charon."

"Amazing! Now: Mr. Charon."

"Mr. Charon," Percy’s tone changed to one of a lot more anger.

"Well done." He sat back. "I hate being confused with that old horse-man. And now, how may I help you little dead ones?"

“We want to go to the underworld,” said Annabeth.

Charon’s mouth twitched. “Well, that’s refreshing.”

You pulled a face. “Is it?”

“Straightforward and honest. No screaming. No crying. No ‘there must be a mistake Mr Charon!’.” He sighed. “So, how did you die, then?”

It seemed this part caught your group off guard. Percy turned his head from the corner of your eye to look at you, and surprisingly, so did Annabeth on your other side.

“We drowned,” you said boldly. The first thing to come to mind. “School boating accident.”

“All four of you?”

You all nodded.

“Haven’t heard that one before.” He looked mildly impressed. “Don’t suppose you have have coins for passage. Normally, with adults, you see, I could charge your American Express, or add the ferry price to your last cable bill. But with children ... alas, you never die prepared. Suppose you'll have to take a seat for a few centuries."

"Oh, but we have coins." Percy said confidently. You turned your head, a line coming between your brows. He dug in his pocket, and pulled out a handful of…drachmas? He set four of them out on the desk. Where the hell had he gotten them from?

"Well, now ..." Charon moistened his lips. "Real drach-mas. Real golden drachmas. I haven't seen these in ...". His fingers hovered greedily over the coins.

Then Charon looked up, at you or Percy, you couldn’t tell for the glasses. That cold stare seemed to bore a hole through your body. "Here now," he said. "You couldn't read my name correctly. Are you dyslexic, lad?"

"No," Percy stumbled. "I'm dead."

Charon leaned forward and took a sniff. "You're not dead. I should've known. You're a godling."

“We have to get to the Underworld,” Percy informed almost desperately.

“It seems such a fun place,” you added, as if buttering the guy up would help. “Who better to come first than you?”

“Cut the crap, you little mini demigod.” He hissed lowly. “I’m not buying it. Leave while you can. I’ll just take these and forget I ever saw you.”

Like his tone of voice changed the feeling in the room, a couple of souls stood, pacing as though they were agitated, lighting cigarettes or talking louder. One woman started sobbing, an awful, gut-wrenching cry that almost traumatised you by sound alone.

Percy reached up and snatched the coins.

“No service,” his voice shook. “No tip.”

Charon growled again-a deep, blood-chilling sound. The spirits of the dead started pounding on the elevator doors.

“It’s a shame, as well,” he continued. “We had more to offer.”

More?!

Percy let coins rain on Charon’s desk. He watched them bounce and clink together like glass beads.

Charon's growl changed into something more like a lion's purr. "Do you think I can be bought, godling? Eh...just out of curiosity, how much have you got there?”

“A lot. I’ll bet Hades doesn’t pay you what you’re owed working here.”

"Oh, you don't know the half of it. How would you like to babysit these spirits all day? Always 'Please don't let me be dead' or 'Please let me across for free.' I haven't had a pay raise in three thousand years. Do you imagine suits like this come cheap?"

“You deserve better,” Percy swayed. “A little appreciation. Good pay. Respect.”

Buttering him up. Percy was buttering the guy up. And you hoped it worked.

Charon glanced down at his silk Italian jacket, as if imagining himself in something even better. "I must say, lad, you're making some sense now. Just a little."

The boy stacked another few coins. "I could mention a pay raise while I'm talking to Hades."

He sighed. "The boat's almost full, anyway. I might as well add you three and be off." He stood, scooped up our money, and said, "Come along."

For a second, you almost couldn’t believe it. It had worked. Things were going your way.

You held back at the back of your little group. As you passed, following Charon’s lead, a tall woman in a long fur coat tried to grab at your hair; you leaned away, dodging her as what felt like water trickled down your neck at her touch. As you leaned one way, a boy younger than you tried to tug on your coat, and a little girl in bloody ribbons blinked wide-eyed as you passed.

Inside the elevator, crowded and stuffy, stood souls already in waiting, holding small green boarding passes. You shoved yourself in between two women, one older wearing a strange dress of what looked like netting and gloves of the same material, and a girl in bell bottom jeans and a bright green shirt.

"Right. Now, no one get any ideas while I'm gone," Charon announced to the waiting room. "And if anyone moves the dial off my easy-listening station again, I'll make sure you're here for another thousand years. Understand?"

He shut the doors. He put a key card into a slot in the elevator panel and we started to descend. "What happens to the spirits waiting in the lobby?" Annabeth asked.

"Nothing," Charon said.

"For how long?"

"Forever, or until I'm feeling generous." "Oh," she said. "That's...fair."

Charon raised an eyebrow. "Whoever said death was fair, young miss? Wait until it's your turn. You'll die soon enough, where you're going."

His words sent ice down your spine. It was no lie that everybody at some point had to die. Death was unavoidable, something that happened to every living thing whether they liked it or not. That didn’t mean the inevitable didn’t terrify you, or scare you silly. Death was scary because it was so unknown. You hoped this trip to the land of the dead might make your final trip there some day less scary.

You weren't going down anymore, but forward. The air turned misty. Spirits around you started to change shape. Their versions of modern clothes flickered, turning into gray hooded robes. The floor of the elevator began swaying. You wished there was something to hold on to, but found you were too anxious to move. Nothing about this was comforting. To your left, Charon’s suit had changed as well, to a black hooded robe. His glasses were gone, replaced by empty sockets just as Ares’ had been. He turned his head slowly, and your organs dropped, the breath leaving your body.

“Well?”

You shook your head, trying to will oxygen back in to your lungs. “Nothing,” you whispered.

The longer you watched, the more transparent his face became, until you could see through to his skull. Your skin began to turn clammy. This was doing nothing to help your fear. If anything, it only enhanced it all.

And suddenly, you blinked. The elevator was no longer that, but a large, wide wooden barge. Charon stood at the front, pushing across what you thought at first was just water, with a large oar. The closer you looked, and the harder you stared, you found things floated in the ‘water’.

The oily liquid was filled with torn diplomas and floating wedding rings, stuffed toys and plastic baby dolls. Bones floated here and there. And you realised then, that these were people’s loved dreams. Their hopes in life. All dumped in one, unforgiving place. You couldn’t take things with you when you went.

The River Styx," Annabeth murmured. "It's so..."

"Polluted," Charon said. "For thousands of years, you humans have been throwing in everything as you come across-hopes, dreams, wishes that never came true. Irresponsible waste management, if you ask me."

Mist curled off the filthy water. Above you all, almost lost in the gloom, was a ceiling of stalactites. Ahead, the far shore glimmered with greenish light, the color of poison.

In your chest, something spread like tar, sticking and forcing your organs to try harder to keep you going. Your heart beat wilder, your lungs sped up, and you felt a lonely sense of isolation and quietness. To your left, Annabeth and Percy were holding hands.

You faced the quiet alone.

The shoreline of the Underworld came into view. Craggy rocks and black volcanic sand stretched inland about a hundred yards to the base of a high stone wall, which marched off in either direction as far as the eye could see. A sound came from somewhere nearby in the green gloom, echoing off the stones-the howl of a large animal.

"Old Three-Face is hungry," Charon said. His smile turned skeletal in the greenish light. "Bad luck for you, godlings."

The bottom of the boat slid onto the black sand. The dead began to disembark. A woman holding a little girl's hand. An old man and an old woman hobbling along arm in arm.

Charon said, "I'd wish you luck, mate, but there isn't any down here. Mind you, don't forget to mention my pay raise."

He counted the golden coins into his pocket, then took up his pole. He warbled something that sounded like a song as he ferried the empty barge back across the river.

The four of you followed the spirits up a well-worn path. Here, pressure filled your eyes and throat—the sense to cry was getting stronger. And you couldn’t for the life of you explain why. Maybe because somewhere in your mind, you knew this was the end for everyone. This was the final destination, the end of a ride. You just didn’t want to be here yet.

The entrance to the Underworld looked like a cross between airport security and the Jersey Turnpike.

There were three separate entrances under one huge black archway that said YOU ARE NOW ENTERING EREBUS. Each entrance had a pass-through metal detector with secu-rity cameras mounted on top. Beyond this were tollbooths manned by black-robed ghouls like Charon.

The howling of the hungry animal was really loud now. The three-headed dog, Cerberus, who was supposed to guard Hades's door, was nowhere to be seen.

The dead queued up in the three lines, two marked ATTENDANT ON DUTY, and one marked EZ DEATH. The EZ DEATH line was moving right along. The other two were crawling.

"What do you figure?" Percy’s voice came, asking Annabeth.

"The fast line must go straight to the Asphodel Fields," she said. "No contest. They don't want to risk judgment from the court, because it might go against them."

"There's a court for dead people?"

The four of you stood together, thinking. Here, Annabeth would be the expert.

“Yeah. Three judges. They switch around who sits on the bench. King Minos, Thomas Jefferson, Shakespeare—people like that. Sometimes they look at a life and decide that person needs a special reward—the Fields of Elysium. Sometimes they decide on punishment. But most people, well, they just lived. Nothing special, good or bad. So they go to the Asphodel Fields."

"And do what?"

Grover said, "Imagine standing in a wheat field in Kansas. Forever."

“Harsh.”

"Not as harsh as that," Grover muttered. "Look."

All your eyes turned forward.

A couple of black-robbed ghouls had pulled aside one spirit and were frisking him at the security desk.

"He's that preacher who made the news, remember?" Grover asked.

What're they doing to him?"

"Special punishment from Hades," Grover guessed. "The really bad people get his personal attention as soon as they arrive. The Fur—the Kindly Ones will set up an eternal torture for him."

"But if he's a preacher," said Percy, "and he believes in a different hell...."

Grover shrugged. "Who says he's seeing this place the way we're seeing it? Humans see what they want to see. You're very stubborn—uh, persistent, that way."

The howling was so loud, now, that the ground was shaking under your feet. You looked around, beginning to grow agitated.

Then,a good few feet in front of you, the green mist shimmered. Standing just where the path split into three lanes was an enormous shadowy monster.

Your jaw dropped. “Oh holy—”

“He’s a Rottweiler?!” Percy exclaimed.

The dead walked right up to him—no fear at all. The ATTENDANT ON DUTY lines parted on either side of him. The EZ DEATH spirits walked right between his front paws and under his belly, which they could do without even crouching.

"I'm starting to see him better," Percy muttered. "Why is that?"

"I think..." Annabeth moistened her lips. "I'm afraid it's because we're getting closer to being dead." The dog's middle head craned toward us. It sniffed the air and growled.

"It can smell the living.”

“But that’s okay, because we have a plan.”

You kept your mouth firmly shut. Even if you wanted to speak, nothing really would come out.

Closer you came to the lines and the dog, unable to meet its face.

"Can you understand it?"

"Oh yeah," Grover said. "I can understand it."

"What's it saying?"

"I don't think humans have a four-letter word that translates, exactly."

Percy dug around in his backpack and took out a big stick—a bedpost it looked like. He held it up, and tried to channel happy dog thoughts toward Cerberus-Alpo commercials, cute little puppies, fire hydrants. He tried to smile, like he wasn’t about to die. It was more of a sick grimace.

"Hey, Big Fella," He called up. "I bet they don't play with you much."

GROWWWLLLL!

"Good boy," Percy said weakly.

He waved the stick. The dog's middle head followed the movement. The other two heads trained their eyes on you four, completely ignoring the spirits. Percy had Cerberus's undivided attention.

"Fetch!" He threw the stick into the gloom, a good solid throw. You heard it go ker-sploosh in the River Styx.

Cerberus glared at him, unimpressed. His eyes were baleful and cold.

“Well done,” you muttered shakily, frozen.

“Um," Grover said. "Percy?"

"Yeah?"

"I just thought you'd want to know."

"Yeah?"

"Cerberus? He's saying we've got ten seconds to pray to the god of our choice. After that...well…he's hungry."

"Wait!" Annabeth said. She started rifling through her pack.

"Five seconds," Grover said. "Do we run now?"

Annabeth produced a red rubber ball the size of a grapefruit. It was labeled WATERLAND, DENVER, CO. Before anyone could stop her, she raised the ball and marched straight up to Cerberus.

She shouted, "See the ball? You want the ball, Cerberus? Sit!”

Cerberus looked stunned. All three heads tilted.

“Sit!” Annabeth called again.

“You’re gonna be dog food,” you muttered weakly.

But instead, Cerberus licked his three sets of lips, shifted on his haunches, and sat, immediately crushing a dozen spirits who'd been passing underneath him in the EZ DEATH line. The spirits made muffled hisses as they dissi-pated, like the air let out of tires.

Annabeth said, "Good boy!" She threw Cerberus the ball.

He caught it in his middle mouth. It was barely big enough for him to chew, and the other heads started snap-ping at the middle, trying to get the new toy.

"Drop it.'" Annabeth ordered.

Cerberus's heads stopped fighting and looked at her. The ball was wedged between two of his teeth like a piece of stuck apple. He made a loud, scary whimper, then dropped the ball, now slimy and bitten nearly in half, at Annabeth's feet.

"Good boy." She picked up the ball, ignoring the spit all over it. You gagged.

She turned around, ball in hand. Spit dribbled off of it and hissed when it hit the ground. “Go. Now. The EZ DEATH line is quicker.”

You observed in quietness. Percy rejected the idea, but was firmly told in the Annabeth way to get on with it.

The three of you inched forward. Cerberus growled and prepared to jump.

“Stay!” Annabeth demanded. “You want the ball? Stay!”

You walked between his legs to pass, and rushed to get out before he could sit.

You’d thought you were all safe. Until Grover and Percy pushed through the detectors of the line, and they started going crazy.

“Unauthorised possessions! Unauthorised possessions!”

“If they start talking,” you rambled, hands up as you ran with the others. “No hablo English!”

Imagine a field a million times bigger than a football field, packed with people, and imagine the electricity has gone out, and there is no noise, no light, no beach ball bouncing around over the crowd. Something tragic has happened backstage. Whispering masses of people are just milling around in the shadows, waiting for a concert that will never start.

If you can picture that, you have a pretty good idea what the Fields of Asphodel looked like. The black grass had been trampled by eons of dead feet. A warm, moist wind blew like the breath of a swamp. Black trees—Grover told you they were poplars-grew in clumps here and there. You felt maybe he was trying to distract you—you had been quiet after all—but nothing worked.

And as if things couldn’t get any worse, it wasn’t long before things began to go wrong.

Grover was dragged by his magic shoes—yes, dragged—by an invisible force straight across the gigantic field. No amount of pulling on his hands helped—because he just pulled you along too. Determined not to let Grover die here, you held on as Annabeth and Percy yelled and ran after you both.

“Untie the shoes!” Annabeth called.

It was easier said than done when Grover couldn’t even lift his legs.

You ripped between the legs of spirits who muttered angrily at you, the feeling of ice running across your body with every touch. You shivered, arms growing tired, and body beginning to hurt from being pulled across the uneven landscape.

“I can’t hold on!” You yelled. “Kick them off!”

But they were laced up. And you wanted to scream in anger at the whole situation.

Up ahead, the gates to Hades’ palace loomed and you thought perhaps you’d go through there.

But no. You veered very sharply right, and your body hit the gate. You yelled as your bones hit it hard.

“Get hold of something!” Percy screamed from way behind.

“Like what?!” You screamed back. All around you was gravel and dirt and darkness, and you selfishly thought of letting Grover go.

Through a tunnel you went, growing darker and darker and colder and colder, and your thoughts changed so abruptly you felt sick. Maggots on a dead body. Butterflies with clipped wings. Blood on stones.

The tunnel widened into a huge, huge cavern, with a gaping hole in the middle of it the size of Manhattan’s centre. You couldn’t help the scream of terror that ripped from your lungs.

“Guys!” Annabeth screamed. “Hold on to something! Anything!”

Your hands began to slip on Grover’s, both of you sweaty and tired. “Grover—”

“Don’t let me go!” He cried, looking at you. “I—”

All of a sudden, you jolted. You watched as Grover’s foot hit a giant rock, and one shoe came flying off. His fake foot went with it, leaving his hoof. The other shoe slowed down drastically and pulled you at a much slower rate.

As you passed the rock Grover hit, you let go of one of his hands, and looped your arm over it as best you could.

You both came to a stop.

Breathing hard, front aching and stinging, you both gasped for breath.

Grover’s legs dangled over the edge of the chasm.

Annabeth and Percy took you one each, Grover first. Once he was up and out of the way, Percy helped you to your lead-like legs with a hand under your arm and your own around his shoulders as you gasped for breath. Your jacket sleeves were ripped to shreds, and Percy helped you pull it off. Fabric stuck to your cut arms, bleeding and itchy and stuck with stones. Your cheeks stung too, no doubt cut from the stones. Your shirt was all ripped down the front, pants the same, and the only thing in somewhat of a decent condition was your backpack.

Grover’s hands bled too, and his eyes were in slits the way there were when he got scared.

“I didn’t know—I didn’t—”

“Who gave them to you?” You asked breathlessly. Grover opened his mouth.

“Wait!” Percy held up a hand. You all fell silent. “Listen.”

A faint whispering was filling the air, and you frowned, looking around.

“Percy, this place—” Annabeth tried.

“Shh,” he stood.

The sound was getting louder, a muttering, evil voice from far, far below. Coming from the pit.

Grover sat up. "Wh-what's that noise?"

Annabeth heard it too, now. "Tartarus. The entrance to Tartarus."

Percy’s bronze sword expanded, gleaming in the darkness in his hand, and the evil voice seemed to falter, just for a moment, before resuming its chant.

It almost sounded ancient, all ancient words, older even than Greek. As if…

"Magic.”

"We have to get out of here," Annabeth said.

Together, you all stood. Percy dragged Grover to his hooves and started back up the tunnel. Your legs wouldn't move fast enough. he voice got louder and angrier behind you, and you were the first to break into a run.

And not a moment too soon.

A blast of freezing air hit you, and you briefly slowed. Terrifyingly, Percy slipped, and you bent down to grab at his arms, pulling him up. Grover and Annabeth called to you both from further up, still moving slowly, waiting for you without without.

Any closer to the edge and you’d have been pulled in.

“What was that?” Grover panted as you kept going. “One of Hades’ pets?”

You didn’t dare look up from the ground, still trying to find your breath.

“Let’s keep going,” Percy settled for. “Can you two walk okay?”

You nodded. You’d have to. There wasn’t a choice down here.

Above, Furies circled the parapets.

Up close, the engravings on the gates of the palace were scenes of death. Some were from modern times—an atomic bomb exploding over a city, a trench filled with gas mask-wearing soldiers, a line of African famine victims waiting with empty bowls—but all of them looked as if they'd been etched into the bronze thousands of years ago. A scene of a boy holding a girl across his knees, his face pressed into her hair. You wondered if they might have been prophecies that had come true.

Inside the courtyard was the strangest garden ever seen. Multicolored mushrooms, poisonous shrubs, and weird luminous plants grew without sunlight. Precious jewels made up for the lack of flowers, and piles of rubies as big as your hands, clumps of raw diamonds. Standing here and there like frozen party guests were Medusa's garden statues—petrified children, satyrs, and centaurs—all smiling grotesquely.

In the center of the garden was an orchard of pomegranate trees, their orange blooms neon bright in the dark.

"The garden of Persephone," Annabeth said. "Keep walking."

The smell of the fruits was so appetising it sent you into a daze. You blinked at a glowing blue fruit hanging off a tree as you passed it, and reached your hand out.

A hard slap came down on your skin, and you gasped at Percy, gawping at him. He looked almost ashamed.

“Just…don’t touch anything. In case.”

In case you’re stuck down here, you understood.

The four of you walked up the steps of the palace, between black columns, through a black marble portico, and into the house of Hades. The entry hall had a polished bronze floor, which seemed to boil in the reflected torchlight. There was no ceiling, just the cavern roof, far above.

Every side doorway was guarded by a skeleton in military gear. Some wore Greek armor, some British redcoat uniforms, some camouflage with tattered American flags on the shoulders. They carried spears or muskets or M-16s. None of them bothered you, but their hollow eye sockets followed as you walked down the hall, toward the big set of doors at the opposite end.

Two U.S. Marine skeletons guarded the doors. They grinned, rocket-propelled grenade launchers held across their chests.

"You know," Grover mumbled, "I bet Hades doesn't have trouble with door-to-door salesmen."

In the quiet, your brief laughter was a shock to the air.

In front of the doors you all stood in a line. Percy raised his fist. “Well, I guess we should knock, right?”

A hot wind blew down the corridor, and the doors swung open. The guards stepped aside.

"I guess that means entrez-vous," Annabeth said.

The room was fully black and dark and the air was almost suffocating. The ceiling was high and bright without lights. You looked down—under your feet the floor was shiny like marble.

And on the golden throne, sat a man whose powerful aura you felt all the way across the room.

He was at least ten feet tall, for one thing, and dressed in black silk robes and a crown of braided gold. His skin was albino white, his hair shoulder-length and jet black. He wasn't bulked up like Ares, but he radiated power. He lounged on his throne of fused human bones, looking lithe, graceful, and terrifyingly dangerous.

And he caught your eyes instantly. His face betrayed nothing.

And from the corner of your eye, a tiny tear slipped.

For no good reason. In here, in his presence for a few seconds, something just felt ominous and scary, and you had the suddenly inkling, the firm knowledge, that this would not be the last time you would be in Death’s presence.

For some reason, in here, the emotional atmosphere was strong. Impactful. Impressionable. It made you think of those who had gone before you. It made you wish for a kind death.

The Lord of the Dead resembled pictures I'd seen of Adolph Hitler, or Napoleon, or the terrorist leaders who direct suicide bombers. Hades had the same intense eyes, the same kind of mesmerizing, evil charisma. In there, nestled somewhere, you could feel a soft sort of something, as if the Lord of the Dead was not all and completely terrible. You’d never voice that, though.

"You are brave to come here, Son of Poseidon," he said in an confident, manly voice. "After what you have done to me, very brave indeed. Or perhaps you are simply very foolish."

Lord and Uncle, I come with two requests."

Hades raised an eyebrow. When he sat forward in his throne, shadowy faces appeared in the folds of his black robes, faces of torment, as if the garment were stitched of trapped souls from the Fields of Punishment, trying to get out.

“Only two requests?" Hades said. "Arrogant child. As if you have not already taken enough. Speak, then. It amuses me not to strike you dead yet."

“Lord Hades," Percy said. "Look, sir, there can't be a war among the gods. It would be…bad."

“Really bad," Grover added helpfully.

"Return Zeus's master bolt to me," he carried on. "Please, sir. Let me carry it to Olympus."

Hades's eyes grew dangerously bright. "You dare keep up this pretense, after what you have done?"

You were so, utterly confused.

“Um ... Uncle," I said. "You keep saying 'after what you've done.' What exactly have I done?"

The throne room shook with a tremor so strong, they probably felt it upstairs in Los Angeles. Debris fell from the cavern ceiling. Doors burst open all along the walls, and skeletal warriors marched in, hundreds of them, from every time period and nation in Western civilization. They lined the perimeter of the room, blocking the exits.

Hades bellowed, "Do you think I want war, godling?"

“You are the Lord of the Dead," Percy countered carefully. "A war would expand your kingdom, right?"

"A typical thing for my brothers to say! Do you think I need more subjects? Did you not see the sprawl of the Asphodel Fields?"

"Well..."

"Have you any idea how much my kingdom has swollen in this past century alone, how many subdivisions I've had to open?" He demanded, growing louder.

"More security ghouls," he moaned. "Traffic problems at the judgment pavilion. Double overtime for the staff. I used to be a rich god, Percy Jackson. I control all the pre-cious metals under the earth. But my expenses!"

"Charon wants a pay raise.”

“Don't get me started on Charon!" Hades yelled. For the first time since arriving, you found a grin tugging at your mouth at his words. “He's been impossible ever since he discovered Italian suits! Problems everywhere, and I've got to handle all of them personally. The commute time alone from the palace to the gates is enough to drive me insane! And the dead just keep arriving. No, godling. I need no help getting subjects! I did not ask for this war."

"But you took Zeus's master bolt."

"Lies!" More rumbling. Hades rose from his throne, towering to the height of a football goalpost. "Your father may fool Zeus, boy, but I am not so stupid. I see his plan."

"His plan?"

"You were the thief on the winter solstice," he said. "Your father thought to keep you his little secret. He directed you into the throne room on Olympus, You took the master bolt and my helm. Had I not sent my Fury to discover you at Yancy Academy, Poseidon might have succeeded in hiding his scheme to start a war. But now you have been forced into the open. You will be exposed as Poseidon's thief, and I will have my helm back!"

“But…” Annabeth trailed. “Your Helm of Darkness is missing too?” She asked.

“Do not play innocent with me, girl. You, that one and the satyr have been helping this hero—coming here to threaten me in Poseidon's name, no doubt—to bring me an ultimatum. Does Poseidon think I can be blackmailed into supporting him?"

“No!” Percy called. “Poseidon didn’t—I didn’t—”

“I have said nothing of the helm's disappearance," Hades snarled, "because I had no illusions that anyone on Olympus would offer me the slightest justice, the slightest help. I can ill afford for word to get out that my most powerful weapon of fear is missing. So I searched for you myself, and when it was clear you were coming to me to deliver your threat, I did not try to stop you."

"You didn't try to stop us? But—”

"Return my helm now, or I will stop death," Hades threatened. "That is my counterproposal. I will open the earth and have the dead pour back into the world. I will make your lands a nightmare. And you, Percy Jackson—your skeleton will lead my army out of Hades."

The skeletal soldiers all took one step forward, making their weapons ready.

“You're as bad as Zeus. You think I stole from you? That's why you sent the Furies after me?"

“Of course," Hades fumed.

"And the other monsters?"

Hades curled his lip. "I had nothing to do with them. I wanted no quick death for you—I wanted you brought before me alive so you might face every torture in the Fields of Punishment. Why do you think I let you enter my kingdom so easily?"

"Easily?"

"Return my property!"

"But I don't have your helm. I came for the master bolt."

"Which you already possess!" Hades shouted. His anger echoed. “You came here with it, little fool, thinking you could you threaten me!"

"But I didn't!"

"Open your pack, then."

You turned around, facing the others. “Percy, what is he talking about?” Your voice was quiet in the instant silence after Hades’s words.

He slung it off his shoulder and to his feet, then unzipped it. Inside was a two-foot-long metal cylinder, spiked on both ends, humming with energy.

"Percy," Annabeth said. "How-"

"I-I don't know. I don't understand."

“You heroes are always the same," Hades said. “Your pride makes you foolish, thinking you could bring such a weapon before me. I did not ask for Zeus's master bolt, but since it is here, you will yield it to me. I am sure it will make an excellent bargaining tool. And now...my helm. Where is it?"

How could you defend Percy now?

“Lord Hades, wait," Percy asked.

"This is all a mistake." "A mistake?" Hades roared.

The skeletons aimed their weapons. From high above, there was a fluttering of leathery wings, and the three Furies swooped down to perch on the back of their master's throne. The one with Mrs. Dodds's face grinned and flicked her whip.

“There is no mistake," Hades said. "I know why you have come—I know the real reason you brought the bolt. You came to bargain for her.”

Hades loosed a ball of gold fire from his palm. It exploded on the steps in front of you, forcing you to take a step back, and there was Percy’s mom, frozen in a shower of gold, just as she was at the moment when the Minotaur began to squeeze her to death.

Percy stepped forward and reached out, but drew back his hand instantly.

“Yes,” Hades said with satisfaction. “I took her. I knew, Percy Jackson, that you would come to bargain with me eventually. Return my helm, and perhaps I will let her go. She is not dead, you know. Not yet. But if you displease me, that will change."

“Ah, the pearls," Hades said, and you stopped breathing. Yet another thing, you thought, Percy had not told you about. “Yes, my brother and his little tricks. Bring them forth, Percy Jackson.”

You watched him dig in his pocket, before pulling out his fist and straightening his palm. Three pearls sat in the middle.

“Only four,” Hades said. "What a shame. You do realize each only protects a single person. Try to take your mother, then, little godling. And which of your friends will you leave behind to spend eternity with me? Go on. Choose. Or give me the backpack and accept my terms.”

Percy’s eyes flitted from one of you to the other. You didn’t care what happened right now—more than anything, you were confused.

“We were tricked. Set up.”

“Yes, but why? And the voice in the pit—?”

“I don’t know yet, but I’ll ask.”

“When did this happen?” You interrupted. All three of them looked to you. You felt wildly out of place—disjointed. “The pearls and the voice and everything and the bolt. Why did nobody tell me?”

Most of all, you felt betrayed. If your friends hadn’t so much as told you the basics, what else were they keeping from you?

“DECIDE, BOY!”

“Percy, you can’t give him the bolt.”

Nobody answered you, and you felt even more humiliated.

“I know that—”

“Leave me here, first off. Use one for your mom.”

“No!"

"I'm a satyr," Grover said. "We don't have souls like humans do. He can torture me until I die, but he won't get me forever. I'll just be reincarnated as a flower or something. It's the best way."

"No." Annabeth drew her bronze knife. "You two go on. Grover, you have to protect Percy. You have to get your searcher's license and start your quest for Pan. Get his mom out of here. I'll cover you. I plan to go down fighting."

"No way," Grover said. "I'm staying behind." "Think again, goat boy," Annabeth said.

“Stop it, both of you!” Percy cut in, eyes glassy. You opened your mouth. “Don’t you start!” He interrupted with a thick voice. “I know what to do.”

He handed you each a pearl. You accepted it numbly.

“But—Percy—”

He turned to face his mom. “I’m sorry. I’ll find a way. I'll find your helm, Uncle," Percy told him. "I'll return it. Remember about Charon's pay raise."

"Do not defy me—”

"And it wouldn't hurt to play with Cerberus once in a while. He likes red rubber balls."

"Percy Jackson, you will not—"

He shouted, "Now, guys!"

You smashed the pearls at your feet. For a scary moment, nothing happened. And you almost cursed Percy Jackson.

Hades yelled, "Destroy them!"

The army of skeletons rushed forward, swords out, guns clicking to full automatic. The Furies lunged, their whips bursting into flame.

Just as the skeletons opened fire, the pearl fragments at my feet exploded with a burst of green light and a gust of fresh sea wind. You were encased in a milky white sphere, which was starting to float off the ground.

Spears and bullets sparked harmlessly off the pearl bubbles as they floated up. Hades yelled with such rage, the entire fortress shook and you knew it wasn’t going to be a peaceful night in L.A.

"Look up.' Grover yelled. "We're going to crash!"

"How do you control these things?" Annabeth shouted.

Sure enough, everyone raced right toward the stalactites, which you figured would pop your bubbles and skewer everyone.

"I don't think you do!" Percy shouted back.

We screamed as the bubbles slammed into the ceiling and…Darkness.

You were going up, right through solid rock as easily as an air bubble in water. That was the power of the pearls.

For a few moments, nobody could see anything outside the smooth walls of the sphere, then your pearl broke through on the ocean floor. The three other milky spheres, Percy, Annabeth and Grover, kept pace as you soared upward through the water. And—bam!

Your head broke the surface of a a wave, and you gasped as the cool water covered you. A guy surfing was knocked off his board, knocking into you and sending you under with him. You tumbled in the darkness, frantically kicking to the surface again. Percy reached over and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you over to the others. Alarm was raised on his face until he looked you over. A shark swam in circles around you all and you really thought this was the end of your journey.

“Beat it,” Percy tipped his head in the other direction, and the shark swam off.

The peach skies told you the date: early morning, June 21, the day of the summer solstice.

In the distance, Los Angeles was on fire, plumes of smoke rising from neighborhoods all over the city. There had been an earthquake, all right, and it was Hades's fault.

I snuck in some hints in this chapter for events that will occur later on in the other books. Those, added with some songs on the playlist, will tell you everything you need to know ;)

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There Goes My Life: Eijiro Kirishima x Fem! Reader

I DO NOT OWN MHA THE ANIME OR THE MANGA. NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE EXCEPT FOR Y/N. MEMES ARE NOT MINE.

Full Title: There Goes My Life: Ejiro Kirishima X Fem! Reader

Y/n: Your Name. Y/H/C: Your Hair Color. Y/E/C: Your Eye Color. Y/S/C: Your Skin Color

Ships in This One-Shot: Kirishima X Reader/ You, Mineta X Trash (I'm kidding but really I'm not)

Your Quirk: Super Strength. Your power is very simple, when you activate it your muscles become more powerful and your stamina is increased. You become weary, and nauseous, and can develop a migraine when you use your quirk too much.

So I recently posted an MHA boys as dads fic. This is a bit of backstory for that fic, as well as inspired by 'There goes my life' by Kenny Chesney. I might do more of these for the other boys from that post.

TW: Pregnancy

Y/n stood in front of her boyfriend's door, fist clenching and unclenching as she tried to calm herself down. They were eighteen, adults, about to go to college.

And be parents. Y/n wanted this baby, but she had also wanted to be married and out of school first. She knew her boyfriend wouldn't dump her as soon as he heard, but she also didn't want to be a burden. It felt like she was going to ruin Eijiro's life, and maybe even his career.

You couldn't be a Pro if you had a kid. But Y/n thought of Rock Lock and silently debated herself at Kirishima's door. Finally, Y/n knocked. Once, light enough that if Kiri was sleeping he wouldn't hear it. Y/n's nerves got the best of her and she started back towards her own dorm room when the door opened and warm light spilled from Kirishima's open door.

Oh well, running wouldn't be an option now, Eiji would catch up to her. Y/n turned around - albeit as slowly as possible - to face her boyfriend. When he saw the look on Y/n's face he ran to her, hugging her and picking her up to bring inside.

"You shouldn't be out past curfew," Eijiro said, setting Y/n down in front of his couch. "What's wrong?"

Y/n tried to say 'nothing' but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, she hiccuped and started crying as Kirishima quickly walked back to her to hug her again, this time sitting down on the couch with Y/n on his lap.

Y/n buried her face in her boyfriend's chest, his Crimson Riot t-shirt getting wet where her face was. Eijiro took Y/n's face and gently took it away from his chest, looking at Y/n with a worried expression on his face. "What's wrong, Pebble?"

Y/n had a thought, 'Wouldn't he be the most amazing dad?' Kiri's strong arms held her as she kept opening and closing her mouth, trying to figure out what to say. Y/n took a shaky breath. "Kiri, I'm-" Y/n stopped. How would he react? "I think I'm pregnant."

Instead of yelling, throwing her off his lap, or getting mad Eijiro smiled faintly pulling Y/n into a tight hug. He stroked along her back, whispering to her, gently. "Do you need anything to eat, Pebs?"

Y/n started crying again instead of answering him, so relieved by his reaction she couldn't speak for a while. Finally, she said, "What will the class think? Your friends, Mr. Aizawa?"

Eijiro pulled back from holding Y/n in his arms. "If they say anything that makes you feel like they don't like you," he made a slashing motion with his hand, "they can suck it. You're perfect, no matter what you look like."

After about four months Y/n had started showing. People had given Y/n weird looks, but a glare from her boyfriend always seemed to shut them up.

One day in particular she, Kiri, Mina, Denki, and Bakugo were all going to a restaurant to celebrate all of them passing their math test that day. When they got in it was oddly empty, but Y/n chalked it up to being a slower day. It was four pm on a Tuesday, after all.

When they all sat down, a waitress came over and took their orders, smiling at Y/n. Bakugo reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. Mina huffed and slapped it away from him, glaring at Denki, who promptly stopped reaching for his own phone.

"We're here to celebrate. But, Kiri, do you want to go first?" Mina asked, nodding slightly towards Y/n. Kirishima made a noise of agreement, before reaching into his own pocket. Y/n went to stop him, thinking he was getting out his phone, when she noticed he was holding a box.

Y/n stopped in her tracks when her boyfriend opened up the box to reveal a ring. Before Kirishima could say anything Y/n laughed out a yes before wrapping her - fiancé, now - in a hug and kissing him as the food arrived.

Y/n's mother, father, younger sister, and the rest of 1-A all came out from behind tables and chairs, holding streamers. "Don't do that!" Iida yelled when someone started throwing confetti.

Y/n wanted to cry. She had such amazing friends.

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Y/n held her daughter in her arms, gently rocking her as she put a single bun in the oven. She smiled in spite of herself, remembering how nervous she'd been the first time she'd told her husband she was pregnant. That was almost five years ago, and now they were expecting a - planned - baby.

Y/n set Sara down when she heard the door open and let her daughter run to greet Kirishima.

This was her dream.

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Clavis 3rd Anniversary Event

A Beast's Dream Realized by Beauty

Chapter 2

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Prince. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

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Clavis: “I’m a man who has made all my dreams come true—but there are still many dreams that haven’t come true.”

Clavis reveals this in distress while he holds me in the bathtub.

Emma: “Anything in particular…?”

(With such a mysterious expression on his face, it must be a serious dream.)

When I turn my head and look into his charm-filled golden eyes,

For some reason, the corners of Clavis’s mouth lifted.

Clavis: “First, I want to take care of you in the bath. I want to wash your hair, wash your body, and polish it with my hands.”

(…..huh?)

Clavis: “That’s not all, right? I want to have a skilled artist paint a portrait of you to hang in my room.” 6962

Clavis: “Of course, several all over the walls. I’ll do my official duties with every Emma staring at me… Haha, very good indeed.”

(Huuuh…?)

Clavis: “Also, I want to change our goodnight exchange.”

Clavis: “Right now it’s simply ‘good night’, but I would like ‘I love you’ to be our nightly exchange.”

(…….)

Clavis: “I also dream of traveling the world, you know? Want to go to every land with you and make love with you.”

(Wow, that’s a lot of dreams.)

(I was at a loss worrying!)

As if my emotions were clear on my face, Clavis laughed and kissed me on the cheek.

Clavis: “I’d love to make these dreams come true, but it’s quite difficult.”

Clavis: “After all, my fiancée is Miss grumpy. Lately I’ve been more Mr. Loveydovey…”

Clavis: “By the way, what’s wrong? Your face is very red.”

Emma: “It’s because I’m in the bath!”

(Clavis…I think you may love me too much.)

It’s not egotistical or anything, but such direct bold affection is quickly accepted.

Emma: “Is this a dream, right now…”

Clavis: “Yes, a dream. And I am a man who always makes his dreams come true.”

Clavis: “First, I need to look over you in the bath—”

Emma: “That’s no good, absolutely no good!”

(I’m going to die of embarrassment…)

Clavis: “Hmmm… So shall we start with the portraits?”

Emma: “……”

Clavis: “You look at me like you think I can’t do it, but my dream can only come true if I can get you to want to do it.”

Haah… a strangely sexy breath grazes the back of my ear, and my body’s reaction caused the water to splash.

Emma: “Hey… I told you not to touch weird places!”

Clavis: “I didn’t touch it.”

Emma: “And no breathing.”

Clavis: “You want me to stop breathing? Haha, you wouldn’t say that, would you?”

Emma: “Ugh…”

The breath that had been tickling the back of my ear was now blown directly inside—

Emma: “…ngh.”

(….I sounded funny.)

I quickly covered my mouth, but Clavis got carried away and continued to caress my ear with his breath.

Even though he wasn’t touching me with his hands, his persistent breathing made my stomach tingle.

Clavis: “I’ll keep going until you nod, okay?”

Emma: “Okay, okay! I’ll cooperate, please stop!”

Claivs: “Okay, so you agree?”

(I agree.)

Clavis: “Now, I can’t wait. I have to make all the arrangements immediately.”

Clavis’s good-humored laughter echoes around the bathroom.

(It’s going to be tough tomorrow, might as well take it easy…)

(Really, is there no particular reason for that melancholy look you showed in the bookshop?)

When he comes up with an idea, he immediately executes it—that’s how Clavis lives his life.

His speed was astonishing, the next day the painter had already been invited to the mansion.

Cyran: “Wow! Looks like it will turn out quite well.”

Kai: “You’re so beautiful, Emma!”

Emma: “Ah…haha… I’m looking forward to it…”

(…What is this…)

Cyran, Clavis’s aid, and his subordinates Kai and Hugo…

Surrounded the canvas of an artist who was silently painting me looking at a rose, as instructed.

(I’ve never had my portrait painted before, but I’m having a hard time settling in.)

(I wonder if I look weird… Is it okay?)

Hugo: “Clavis, how many copies does this make?”

Clavis: “This is the fifth one. I’ll settle for five pieces for now, but I’m certain there will be more in the future.”

(Uh…)

Cyran: “… Good luck, ma’am. I know what you’re trying to say, but I support you.”

Emma: “Thank you, Cyran.”

Clavis: “By the way, Emma, what do you think of your first portrait?”

Emma: “…This is more embarrassing than I thought.”

Clavis: “Ah, here we go.”

Clavis: “Painter, please preserve my beautiful Emma.”

Painter: “Of course I won’t miss it. Let me take care of that!”

(Uhhh….)

Clavis: “Come on, Emma, it’s time for a good night’s sleep.”

Emma: “Do I really have to say it?”

Clavis smiles brightly in bed as he prepares to make his next dream come true.

Clavis: “Why, aren’t you supposed to make my dreams come true”

Emma: “At least, “your favorite” or…”

Clavis: “That’s all well and good, but I still think we should say “I love you” here.”

Clavis: “I love you, Emma.”

Emma: “----….ngh.”

Unable to bear the destructive power of those sweetly whispered words, I end up covering myself with a blanket.

(What am I hesitating for? It’s a request from Clavis, my fiancé…)

I managed to calm my racing heart, and with my face still hot, I peeked my eyes out.

Emma: “I…love you, too.”

Clavis: “…hm…Haha! Your cuteness really shines through, doesn’t it?”

Clavis: “From now on, I’ll do this every day.”

Emma: “Every day!?”

Clavis: “Yes, it’s how we say goodnight. Every day.”

(Uuuuuhhhhhh…..)

Emma: “—No way, I didn’t think we would actually come to Jade.”

Clavis is making his dreams come true with great momentum.

Finally, as part of “travelling the world”, we visited Jade, which has a close relationship with the Kingdom of Lelouch.

Of course, it was not an official visit, but a private sightseeing trip.

Clavis: “Didn’t I say it before? A dream is something that comes to mind but must be put into action immediately.”

Clavis: “Look, I’ve bought a Jadean specialty, ‘a versatile iced herbal tea packed with all sorts of benefits.”

Emma: “Thank you. It smells nice.”

I took the cup Clavis handed me, and sat down on a bench on the street.

Drinking the herbal tea in a new place made it especially delicious.

Clavis: “By the way, yours and mine have different tastes.”

Emma: “That’s right!”

Clavis: “Is yours delicious?”

(…Ah, this is--)

“…Would you like a drink?”

When I handed Clavis my cup, his face lit up.

Clavis: “Well then, you should try mine as well.”

(You look so happy.)

Maybe this is the kind of lovey-dovey flirting that Clavis wanted on this trip.

When I put my mouth to the tea I had exchanged, a refreshing taste spreads through my mouth.

(The other one is sweet, but this one has a refreshing taste.)

Clavis also took a sip from his cup, looking satisfied.

(Now all of his dreams have come true.)

(…but, I’m still stuck.)

(Ever since that day…)

I lower the cup to my lap and take a deep breath.

Emma: “Clavis, you said earlier that you should ‘achieve your dreams immediately.’”

Clavis: “Yeah.”

Emma: “So why haven’t you implemented it until now?”

(The portraits , saying “I love you” at night, traveling… Clavis could have made it happen right away.)

Clavis: “I felt like it.”

Emma: “No…. You immediately misled me, right?”

Clavis: “Hmmm… but this herbal tea is pretty good too.”

(Clavis, you are so easy to read.)

Ignoring the conversation doesn’t sit well with me, so I stare at him as if searching for his true intentions,

Eventually, Clavis raised his hands in surrender.

Clavis: “I didn’t think you’d want to know so much…. You really like me, don’t you?”

Emma: “Yes, I like you. That’s why… I want to know everything about you, Clavis.”

Clavis; “…now that’s no good. I’m going to fall on my face.”

Clavis closed his mouth and hid his scowl with his hand.

Perhaps, he’s choosing his words.

Clavis: “I said I was a man who could make dreams come true, but there was one dream that I just couldn’t make come true.”

Clavis: “I’m just still concerned about it.”

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Judgment by Fallen Angel / Chapter 12 - Encore

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~ A while later ~

After the end of the show… I was congratulating the butlers in the empty theater, when the excited owner came in, smelling like boiled down perfume.

Owner: "Bravo! You did a great job, everyone! I just peeked into the theater's salon… and the audience still looks excited!"

Miyaji: "I see... Well, I had a rough idea of the response…"

Fennesz: "I-I guess that means... our play was well-received?"

Owner: "Fufufu... Well, if you want to know if it was well-received or not… It's 'Mixed Reception!' There was a lot of criticism, especially from the noblemen in the box seats ♪"

Fennesz: "Huh… Is that so?

> "Despite clapping that much…"

Berrien: "About that… I'm sure that they were relieved to hear the ending… But the problem is the subject that we show in this play. From the perspective of those who originally feel distant with the devil butlers… Some of them may harbor an animosity towards us by the fact that we deal with such a subject."

Miyaji: "There are also some noblemen who come to see the show with the intention of criticizing it from the start… It is difficult to accept whatever they say, because they have always been critical of us."

Fennesz: "Hmmm... How sad, if that's the case. I guess what we wanted to convey… didn't get through to them…"

Owner: "Oh, my. That's not true, you know? I think you did capture the hearts of the general audience....

But above all, this is what I wanted! It's the one that destroys existing values… the cutting-edge art that provokes controversy!

I'm becoming more and more a fan of the devil butlers ♪ Especially you, Fennesz-sweetie…

How did you come up with that script? Is there some kind of source book? I'd like to talk to you alone, if you don't mind…"

Fennesz: "Huh...? Umm…"

Fennesz, who was grabbed by the owner, is asking for help with a puzzled expression.

However, the owner is a nobleman. It would be difficult for the butlers to simply reprimand him. As their lord, I have to stop him.... Just as I was thinking that, Lato walked up to them.

Lato: "............Hmmm..."

Owner: "Ahh… Mr. Lato, great work today...."

The moment Lato approached... the owner reflexively released Fennesz's arm from his hand.

Lato stared at him unblinkingly.

Lato: "Oh, hold on. Please grab his arm, because I almost remember…"

Fennesz: "What… Lato?"

Lato: "Hmm... That clingy and overly familiar behavior... That's right.... When was that… I think there was a nobleman who was doing the same thing… to Flure who is bad with strangers…"

Owner: "Gulp!"

Lato: "Hmm… It is still vague, but I am starting to remember. Could it be you are... The overly familiar pig who scared Flure that time...?"

Owner: "Noooooooo! D-don't remind me! I want to forget it! I'm sorry... So please forgive me~!!"

Tap, tap, tap…

Muu: "H-he ran away at such an amazing speed…"

Fennesz: "Did he experience something so terrifying...?"

Lato: "Who can say? I do not really remember. Now that the play is over... Shall we get started, everyone?"

Muu: "Huh.... Start what?"

Lato: "What do you mean 'what'... Speaking of after the play... I always do that with Flure. Isn't that right, Prof. Miyaji?"

Miyaji: "Oh, I see. You mean the 'Wrap Party'. Yes, we used to do it all the time whenever the play for the children ended. Hmm... However, today is the 'opening night', and there are many more performances to come."

Berrien: "Fufu…. That's fine, isn't it? We have been practicing a lot lately. I don't mind if we have a light wrap party."

Fennesz: "Yes, that's right. I haven't had much time to spend with the lord…"

Berrien: "What do you think, my lord? I was wondering if you would join us for the party."

> "Of course!

Muu: "Yes, yes! I'd like to be there too!"

Fennesz: "Of course. We'd like you to join us too, Muu."

Berrien: "Fufu. We will now go back to the mansion and…"

Buzz —- buzz —--

Berrien: " ! This sound…"

People's voices: "It's an angel...! Angels are appearing!! Quick, call the 'fallen angels'... No, the 'devil butlers'!"

Lato: "Good grief... Now for an encore, huh? Even though we are about to have a wrap up party… This is why I hate angels."

Fennesz: "Well... That was better than being interrupted in the middle of the play. But this is not the time to say that. Let's head to the location immediately."

Berrien: "Yes. Please take care of the lord, Mr. Miyaji and Muu."

Miyaji: "Yeah… Alright."

Muu: "Leave it to me!"

Berrien: "Then, my lord. Release the power…"

> "Yes, okay."

Release their power and prepare for battle with the angels. This is not a play... This is a real fight with lives on the line. For them, this is reality, their everyday life… I realized it all over again, now that the play was over.

Berrien: "Fufu… Do not worry, my lord. We will not lose ourselves. Because this battle is to protect mankind and… to protect our lord."

Fennesz: "Th-that's right! I'm not afraid of angels if it's for the lord's sake!"

Lato: "Yes. Let's destroy the angels and go to the wrap party together."

Miyaji: "You too, my lord. There's nothing to be afraid of."

> "I'm not afraid with all of you by my side"

Miyaji: "........! My lord… Yes. Don't leave our side, my lord."

> "Yeah, thank you."

Berrien: "No, it's the same to you... Thank you very much… for always being there for us."

I'm sure they will continue to fight. Even though they will be insulted by those uncaring people, they still fight while risking their lives to protect even such people…

For that reason, … I will not only watch from the audience. I want to stand on the same stage and support them by their side. That's what I thought… through this play.

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10 Things I Hate about you - Chapter 4

Eddie Munson x Harrington!reader

synopsis - A new rule strikes the Harrington household: if Steve wishes to date ever again, his sister needs to find a boyfriend first. As Steve becomes desperate and thinks of everything in his power to set her up, only one guy comes to mind that will take up a challenge such as that: Eddie Munson.

warnings - reader flashing a classroom, Steve being annoying, fluff <3. Lotr refs and a really big Hobbit ref (sry if you haven't read or seen it)

word count - 11k

proof read by the amazing @inknopewetrust

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"Y/n/n, babe, what do we owe you for the table dance?" Tommy's loud welcome broke your train of thought. Your eyes darted up from the white floor tiles to his stupid, ugly face. Tommy Hagan grinned ear to ear as he moved his hands from side to side as if he was dancing–mimicking a caricature of your movements as if it were a joke.

"You want my fist in your mouth, Hagan?" Your grip on your backpack straps only got stronger as you glared daggers at him.

"Feisty," he laughed to himself and you rushed into the classroom, bumping his shoulder as you passed; fully ignoring his gaze that was burning holes in the back of your head by the doorway until his attention was stolen away by Steve arriving.

You could barely make out the words they swapped. Some dumb stuff about the party or whatever Tommy had done over the weekend. You knew Tommy was finally done with his stories and had left when Steve sat beside you with a big sigh and the class’s starting bell echoed throughout the school.

You had been so busy fidgeting with your pencil case that you hadn't noticed Eddie actually showed up.

Steve had never seen you get your book out with such an aggressive force before. He swore your copy of Romeo and Juliet bounced back when you slammed it on the table, and that you were about to break your pencil from the number of knocks between the wood and the desktop.

Mr. Arnold greeted the class as he did every Monday morning. It was only when your gaze shot up to look at him that you noticed the familiar head of brown curls with his face stuffed into his book. Your knuckles went white by how tight the grip on your pencil became––Eddie had enraged you.

It did not help that you were also mad at Steve.

Surrounded by a plague of anger and frustrated feelings, it had become all about the men in your life rather than you. You, here as the center of attention but still pushed to the back, felt like a pariah being served on a silver platter for a feast; a bad feast, terrible, where everyone turned their knives toward the good rather than the evil.

Eddie appeared to be in his own little world. His hair was tied up in a ponytail as he carefully scanned the text in front of him. It was a look. A good look that he never took up often but when he did, it caught eyes that weren’t looking before.

You felt stuck in the middle of the two people you wanted to avoid. Steve sat to the left of you while Eddie sat a few desks up to the right. You frowned.

Eddie never came to advanced English. The few times he had were because of you or because he wanted to play a sadistic version of Go Fish with Mr. Arnold and the other teachers.

Was this just a cruel way to mock you after the stunt he pulled?

This wasn't fair on you. You had never been a Juliet. Never been the shy girl that would do anything for love and let Romeo steal her heart at the speed of sound. You had always compared yourself to Viola. A strong-willed young woman who did everything in her power to survive.

But you cursed every word written in that damn book when the feelings Juliet was poetically screeching became too close to ones held in your own heart.

Was this the cruel turn of the situation?

Had Eddie doomed you to become Juliet?

Why had Eddie pestered you to take you on dates just to leave you hanging? Was this just a cruel joke? Or did he wait until you finally caved in just to realize this wasn't what he wanted?

You felt misled. Misled into finally letting Eddie tear your walls down brick by brick until there was nothing left standing. But instead of using that free space, taking a step into your previously protected world, he rebuilt the walls for himself and used the ruins of yours to fortify a new wall unwilling to be torn down.

That wasn't fair. This wasn’t fair.

But nothing felt fair.

"So!" Mr. Arnold clapped his hands together. "How did you all find Act 1?"

"Hey! Y/n-" Steve poked your shoulder as you were looking towards the board. "Psstt," he poked again, frowning when you didn't answer. "Yyyy/nnn," he dragged your name in a whisper, "what happened in Act 1?"

"Leave me alone!" You swatted his hand away and straightened your back, shooting him a burning glare before bringing your eyes back to Mr. Arnold.

"That's not nice! You've been ignoring me since Friday!" He whined, still in a whisper.

You dodged his attempts at getting you to talk, focusing on Lisa who was giving her thoughts about the play. Going on and on about how she thought the romance went too fast but with the way it was written, it wasn't overwhelming to the reader.

Steve frowned and gave up. Strange of him. Steve Harrington wasn’t a quitter.

"Very good," Mr. Arnold fixed his round glasses before clearing his throat, something he did every time he wanted to change the subject. "I'm going to give you a new assignment, in addition to reading until scene five for next Monday-" Some people whined, Steve joining that chorus. Some stayed quiet, you included. "It's a very exciting project!" He raised his eyebrows, a big smile over his lips. He seemed so happy with his idea, eyes sparkling as he thought of it.

"You'll have to write your own Shakespearian sonnet!" His excitement hung in the air. A mix of dislike, surprise, and excitement could be read on the faces of his students. Connor had his jaw dropped to the floor - he hated writing and the idea of having to write his own sonnet made him shiver. Lisa seemed happy with it, a short smile could be read on her features as she immediately wrote down the assignment in her planner.

Eddie was surprised, but he didn't think too much of it. He liked writing, and if he was going to show up in Advanced English he might as well do the given assignment.

Steve looked like his world was about to collapse. Like he would have rather been in a zombie apocalypse. Somewhere fighting the undead than writing something for school, let alone something with the word Shakespearian in the title. It wasn’t his style. It wasn’t the way he rolled.

"If I pay you ten bucks will you do it for me?" He turned to you the second the plague of potential left him.

"No." Your word was sharp and strict, wrapped in a chill that nearly scared him.

He backed away with wide eyes, shrugging his shoulders and slightly lifting his hands in innocence. "Don't need to be rude," he whispered, mainly to himself before getting his agenda out and writing down the assignment.

As you were focusing on doing that yourself, head bowed to your table as you scribbled the assignment in blue ink - a small ball of paper went flying to your desk, rolling onto your pages.

Your glare shot up to the direction it had come from - eyes directly meeting with the brown ones you wished to forget. He had an expectant look, eyebrows raised as if to tell you 'read it, please.' You looked at it, contemplating your next move before grabbing it in between your fingers.

You unfolded the note, locking eyes with Eddie as you did. You didn't read it, but kept eye contact with him, slowly nudging the note towards him as if to tell him 'look what I'm about to do'. Eddie’s hope faded as he watched the scene unravel in front of him. Both your hands wrapped on either side of the paper, a serious look on your face, and the slight sound of the paper ripping filled the quiet room as the rest of the students filled out their planners or wrote the assignment on a Post-It.

His heart sank as the paper remained unread. He could hear the way his heart beat loudly in his ears - all the blood rushing to his face in a thinly laced idealization of shame and hurt washed over him.

You crumpled up the pieces of paper before pocketing them.

"What was that about?" Steve murmured.

"Nothing."

And for a brief moment, you thought it was through. Everything was done and the rest of the period could go on without a hitch; you’d listen to Mr. Arnold drone on about the intentionality of Shakespeare’s language or work silently on the analysis of movement throughout the Act, but nothing was easy as it was not fair.

Another ball of paper skyrocketed like a flaming ball of fire headed toward the Roman Army that was your desk. It landed smack in the middle of your desk between the pencil you nearly cracked and the notebook that had carved doodles on its cover.

He didn’t take the hint.

Eddie thought you might finally open it, read it, and maybe take the time to write back, but that never had been Eddie’s luck. You only repeated your movements.

"What did you do?" Gareth who had been staring at the whole situation had a large frown on his face. He was clicking his pen as he stared at Eddie, almost absorbing his anxiety–maybe he was a bit too invested in his friend’s life.

"Nothing."

"Then why is she looking at you with crazy mad eyes?"

"Because I didn’t do anything!" Eddie harshly whispered. He rested his chin on his hand, sighing.

Gareth frowned, silently asking for more information.

"I should have kissed her..."

"Ah."

"I didn't want to! Well- I sort of did but- agh!” Eddie lifted his head and dropped his hand back on the table with a thud that thankfully didn’t get the teacher’s attention. "Anyways, now she's mad at me."

"Can't help you on that one, man." Gareth sighed for himself before bringing his eyes back to his notebook.

"I know..."

The second the bell rang to symbolize the end of class, you cleaned your books and pencils at lighting speed–you didn't need Eddie or Steve to try and get you to talk. You'd heard enough from them already.

You locked eyes with Eddie as you passed by the front of the classroom, unpacking the pieces of paper from your pocket before dumping them all in the trash. Eddie's face was blank, undecipherable, as he sat next to Gareth. Watching as you turned your head forward, took out your Walkman, and walked straight out the door.

Steve looked between the door and Eddie with a frown. Last time he checked, Eddie's plan was working but now you were giving him the cold shoulder.

Steve narrowed his eyes as he watched the long-haired outcast pack his bag. The bell had signaled a free period for the both of them. It meant that Eddie would probably be on the throne in the drama room, writing and planning whatever he thought was next for his party.

Your bag hung low on your shoulder as you darted across the hall. Your Walkman was tight in your hand with no reason as to why the headphones were not secured over your head with music playing.

But your mind was swarming with too many thoughts that you had not even bothered with them.

You fumbled with the lock a bit harsher than intended; books flying out as the rough movements had caused a rumble inside your locker. You dropped your walkman on the floor of it, zipping up your bag, and fishing around for what you needed.

"So, did he call?" Barb's voice fluttered to your ears, making your head shoot up like a cat.

"Keep your voice down!" You couldn't see the look on Nancy's face but from her tone, you could tell she was giving her a stern look.

"Did he?" Barb said, her voice now a tone lower.

"I told you, it's not like that," Nancy said and you rolled your eyes. "Okay, I mean, yes, he likes me, but not like that. We just... made out a couple times." Nancy arrived at her locker and you pretended to be busy, shuffling with your books.

'Not like that'.

The words echoed in your mind and you wanted to laugh to yourself. If Nancy heard the way Steve would talk about her and bugged you to find a guy - she wouldn't say the same thing.

Or if she also knew all the struggle Steve had gone through to get you a boyfriend.

"We just... made out a couple times'” Barb mimicked her. "Nance seriously!" She argued, the rest of her sentence fading as you closed your locker and placed your headphones on. Led Zeppelin now blasting through your ears, drowning out the swarming thoughts that previously overwhelmed you.

Love. A putrid thing. Nancy’s lovestruck gaze, Steve’s childish giddiness… you didn’t need it. Or, at least you thought you didn’t.

"What in the world is going on, Munson?" Steve flung the door of the drama room open, making big movements with his hands as he walked the few steps towards Eddie.

Eddie's eyes lifted from the figurine he was holding. "What?"

In his chair as Steve predicted, the guy was casual and cool. Not a worry on his shoulder through the eyes of Steve and by the look of it, Eddie played the “I don’t know what you’re talking about” role quite well.

But all Steve had to do was say your name and the façade dropped.

"What's going on with my sister!?" Eddie's face fell. "I thought you were on good terms!?"

"I'm sorry!” Eddie tossed the figurine across the table. “I know! I messed up!"

"The plan was working!" Steve lamented in distress.

"I know it was." That was the whole reason why Eddie had chickened out and hadn't actually kissed you. "Maybe I can fix this." He thought through, his eyes landing on the lonely D20 in the middle of the table.

"You have to fix this!" Steve pointed a finger at Eddie. "I've got a date planned!"

"Right," Eddie blinked, remembering this whole situation ran around Steve.

It wasn’t about Eddie’s feelings or the fact that this entire mess was wrong in the first place. It had been about this ‘Golden Boy’ the entire time. It always had been and would always be. Whatever Steve the King wanted, he would get at the detriment of others because he was lucky. He was lucky to get the girl with a little more than a smile and a smirk, he was lucky to fall in love and not feel like an animal in a zoo being watched by everyone because society had deemed it unnatural.

But Eddie was trapped now. He was stuck.

"I'll think of something."

"Well,” Steve scoffed, “good luck because she said she hated you with the fire of a thousand suns. "

"Thank you… that's very comforting."

"Maybe she could just need a day to cool off?"

"You tell me. That's your sister."

"Just- figure something out ok?" Steve removed another fifty from his back pocket and handed it to Eddie. Words couldn't come out of Eddie's mouth. He didn't want this money.

He really, really didn't want this money.

But before he could even react, Steve had turned around on his heels and the door of the drama room closed behind him with a loud thud, the sides of posters that missed tape flying as it did.

Eddie blankly stared at the door. He knew he had hurt you. It was so far from his intention but it was all he could do to save himself. All he could do to give him the time to process his feelings and attempt to cope with the way everything pulled at his heartstrings.

He took the money, smoothing the bill out with his thumb. Ulysses S. Grant's face almost mocked him. Even if the lines didn't make a move - they stayed still and would forever be - but his eyes still seemed to be peering into Eddie's soul.

Eddie leaned back on his throne, a sigh coming deep from the bottom of his throat as his back hit the comfortable material. He looked up to the ceiling that was painted black and littered with spitballs still glued in various corners.

He had to think about something.

Eddie wanted an excuse to spend more time with you even if his mind was screaming at him that this was wrong. You shouldn't be treated this way and if he really loved you like he thought he did, he should just let you go. Because he couldn't deal with the consequences of you figuring out this was all just a deal with Steve.

You had already gone through too much. Already gone through so much hate and pain caused by Steve and his friends. You deserve a break, you deserved better than this.

Yet Eddie felt selfish at the same time. Because as his eyes stayed closed and he breathed out through his nose, he couldn't stop imagining your smile. The way your eyes shone when he cracked a joke, or the way you became flustered when your hands brushed up against each other. He couldn’t ignore that his heart was screaming at him to be with you.

In the few moments spent together, he saw the way you opened up to him, the way your shell melted to reveal the person of Eddie's dreams. He wanted to keep being with you. He wanted to hold your hand and be able to call you his. He wanted to kiss you like you were the only two people in this entire world.

Maybe he could forget that this was fake.

He could play pretend and let his heart cave into its wants.

After all, he was paid to make you like him again.

Paid to repair the cracks he created.

"I need your help," Eddie dropped his tray onto his spot, making Oliver and Gareth lift their heads up from their meals. They watched as their friend heavily sat on the plastic chair and placed his hands on each side of his tray.

"What's up?" Oliver ripped open his milk carton and brought it to his lips.

"I messed up with Y/n. I want to sing her a song so she'll forgive me." Oliver choked on his milk at Eddie's words.

"And why do you need our help?" Gareth frowned side-eying Oliver who was coughing his lungs out. Some people looked, giving a sneer and not caring if Oliver would choke and die from a school milk carton.

"Because I need my band!"

"Wait,” Oliver swallowed his coughs, “How do you want to sing her a song?"

"Tomorrow on the bleachers, right as she finishes soccer."

"Sorry, what?" Oliver blinked. "Are you mad?"

"Maybe," Eddie shrugged, looking down at his meal with a smile. This seemed like the perfect idea. It was bold and very metal. Everything Eddie stood for in life and if it could help you forgive him, then he would gladly take this opportunity and make a scene in front of the whole school.

Across the lunchroom, Nancy and Barb began to eat lunch with an empty spot at their table.

"Where's Y/n?" Nancy wondered as she lifted her head up to scan the room. You were nowhere to be found. It wasn't unusual but it didn't happen as often lately.

"I'm not sure," Barb shrugged before poking at her dish. "She seemed mad about something." If Barb recalled correctly, she sensed your state when she saw you that morning was tense and distracted. You hadn’t made any effort to listen into Nancy’s gossip or support the growing relationship between Steve and herself.

"I hope she's alright," Nancy frowned, jabbing at her food before a thought came to her mind. "Oh! I saw her at the party on Friday! I was so surprised!"

"What?" Barb's eyes went wide. The fork dropped into her lunch box in the process.

"Yeah!" Nancy nodded. "I was surprised too. She got really drunk and made a whole scene."

Barb flattened at Nancy’s recollection. This wasn't like you. First of all, stepping one foot at that party wasn't something that had ever been in your plans let alone getting drunk and doing something crazy.

She thought back to everything that had happened within these past two weeks. Steve had been victim of a no dating rule, and apparently, a fresh new 'no going out rule'. Was this all related? The thought nudged her mind as she blankly stared at her water bottle.

Steve seemed to be bugging you more than usual. You were complaining about him even more too. Maybe he had gotten to you? Had you caved in and went to the party to appease him or were they missing something?

"How's my favorite troublemaker?" Your hand slithered into Dustin's curls as he approached your car later that afternoon. He had a solemn look on his face–like an animal had died in front of him.

"Could be better..." you watched as his eyes went down to his shoes and the crease between his eyebrows became prominent.

"What happened?"

There was little that could prepare you for the words that came tumbling from his lips. He failed a test, he isn’t allowed to ride his bike anymore, he lost a campaign… something menial or harmless for a boy his age. His shoulders barred a heavier weight. The world was collapsing on him in a different way than it was you.

When he looked at you, there was an immense worry etched onto his face.

It was chilling. It wasn’t something you had ever sensed before.

"Will's missing."

"What?" Your hand paused on the door handle to your car.

"Yeah,” Dustin gripped the string on his backpack. “Will wasn't home this morning, didn't show up to school, and during lunch we were brought to the police station and they just brought us back like nothing was wrong."

"Well, do you know where he could be?" You frowned, finally making a move to open the door.

"No," Dustin furrowed his brows as he made his way around the hood and slipped into the passenger seat. "But I think he will be alright, I mean it's Will. He has to be ok."

"Yeah, I'm sure he’s fine" you spoke but your words were unsure, a scowl of your own forming deeper as you turned on the car and exited the lot.

Kids didn’t go missing in Hawkins. Everyone knew everyone and there were good relationships between the police and the people. A part of you thought that if the police, likely Chief Hopper, said that there was nothing to worry about, maybe you should believe it.

But that look on Dustin’s face… it stuck. It stuck because no one disappeared in the night and were never seen again. It just didn’t happen.

"Yeah..." He looked out the window and sighed, shaking the thought away as the houses and trees invaded his view.

"How was AV club? Or was it canceled?" You changed the subject trying to get the worry out of Dustin's face.

"It was insane!" His eyes sparkled for a brief second. For a moment he was a kid again and he was safe. "You'll never guess how far his new radio can communicate too!"

"New York?"

"Further."

"England?"

"Think bigger."

"Australia? There's no way it can reach that far. That’s way too far."

"IT CAN!"

"No way!” You laughed to amuse him. “That's crazy."

And you drove him home and pretended everything was ok for a minute. Will wasn’t missing, Steve and Tommy weren’t assholes, and Eddie Munson wasn’t the one breaking your heart.

"This is a bad idea," Oliver secured his guitar, eyeing the speakers on each side of the court. Gareth, who had set up his drum set hidden behind the bleachers, gulped at the thought of playing in front of the entire team and the other scattered students that filled the spaces beyond the field.

"No, it's not!" Eddie flashed them a smile. Jeff wasn't looking sure of himself either and nervously eyed all the students that were peacefully settled on the bleachers. They were either working or chatting–far from expecting what was about to happen. Eddie narrowed his eyes as he spotted you in the crowd of players as your team was ending the game.

Eddie eyed his band mates. Is this really the same band who want to become rockstars and whose dream is to sell out the Garden? Eddie thought to himself before looking back down.

You clapped dirt off of your hands and fixed your shirt as you eyed your teammates, pondering at your next move, a move that you had never gotten the chance to do because the teacher blew his whistle.

This marked their cue.

Eddie looked at Jeff and one glance was all it took for him to start on the bass.

The notes filled the air around the field and like a wave, students lifted their heads. Some dropped pencils, some clamped their books closed in fright, and the young ninth grader holding all the soccer balls dropped the bag and let them scatter.

Music wasn’t something they heard on the fields of Hawkins High School late in the afternoon.

Oliver joined on the guitar, Gareth on the drums. Their instruments mixed together to create the perfect harmony that had been written and played a thousand times before.

You knew this.

You knew this song by heart even.

Your eyes lifted up the bleachers. First landing on Oliver who was head down on his guitar, doing the famous notes with ease and nerves circulating around him. Jeff was standing not far behind, handling his bass with perfection. Your eyes traveled to their left, to be met with Eddie's mischievous gaze already set on you.

Oh my god.

What was happening registered.

He was apologizing… In the most Eddie way possible.

You had to bite back a smile as he brought the mic to his lips, and started humming the familiar tune.If you weren't sure what this song was before, now you surely did.

"Tonight," his voice echoed in the field, all eyes becoming fixed on him.

"What the fuck?" Carol's eyes went wide from her spot at the bottom of the bleachers. Steve had his jaw already dropped to the floor.

"Is this his way of apologizing?" Tommy laughed in disbelief. He wished he had a camcorder. He would record this and send it across the country so people could laugh in disbelief of what happens in small-town Hawkins, Indiana.

"I want to give it all to you," his hand pointed right towards you and you didn't know if you wanted to smile or disappear into the grass. "In the darkness, there's so much I want to do-"

Your heart pounded too loudly in your chest. Heat threatening to climb up to your face as the lyrics registered. It was just the song. You had to remind yourself that as you bit the inside of your cheek.

"And tonight, I want to lay it at your feet," Eddie moved down a few steps, walking further towards the center.

"Cause girl I was made for you, and girl you were made for me-" Eddie screamed into the mic, shaking his hair before the beat dropped. This time, you couldn't help the smile creep up to your lips. You even had to place a hand on top of your mouth to prevent yourself from smiling too much at the absurdity of the scene.

"I was made for lovin' you baby! You were meant for lovin' me!" If the situation had been different you would have danced and sang your heart out to this song.

But it wasn't. No amount of music could make you forget that you were standing on the field with Eddie singing I Was Made for Lovin' You on full blast with half of the school watching.

Eddie's gaze had to snap away from yours when the gym teacher started to climb up the rough wooden steps of the bleachers with a determined face. Eddie tried not to laugh and keep his calm as he continued beautifully singing the words.

You giggled when you watched the poor teacher chase him around. Eddie jumped from step to step in an attempt to ditch him. He made big movements, trying to dance as well and still looking at you with those damn Romeo eyes.

"Oh my god," You muttered under your breath when Eddie dodged the teacher and gave his butt a slap. The teacher’s eyes widened before he turned around and continued the wild goose chase.

Most of the students who wouldn't believe what they were witnessing were laughing and giggling at the scene while Steve and Carol still had their jaws dropped to the floor. Tommy continued to laugh, crunching into himself as his stomach began to hurt in amusement.

You winced when the teacher’s hand finally wrapped around Eddie's shoulder and he was dragged out of the bleachers. Oliver and Jeff stopped playing and tried to melt into the scenery in order to not get caught too which had appeared to work.

It wasn't news that Eddie had a target on his back when it came to receiving detention. He'd always been target number one and most of the time, he would be the only one to be blamed for crazy stunts like these.

Which meant that by the end of the day, you knew exactly where to find him.

All anger dissipated from your system as your only thoughts were to get to him, all potential focus that you could have had in class disappearing with it. You wanted to see the smug look on his face when you confronted him about it and maybe even ask him what the hell was wrong with him.

You didn't even bother knocking when you opened the classroom door.

The detention room was small. Located on the ground floor where it previously held Mrs.Click's history class, but sadly no timelines or bright maps were on the walls. It was a gloomy classroom and would have almost looked like Gollum's cave if not for the large glass door behind the teacher's desk. You took note that it was opened and letting in the warming spring breeze.

Eddie and the other few students snapped their heads towards you as the door creaked open. You were surprised to see Connor and his fluffy red hair who was leaning over his desk, half asleep and doodling random things on his notebook.

Mr. Callum was running detention that afternoon.

"Mr. Callum?" Your soft voice made Eddie's heart leap in his chest. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"What can I do for you, Harrington?" Mr. Callum looked up from the papers on his desk. He was wearing a white shirt and formal pants, which seemed far off from his element.

In truth, you had never seen him teach anything else than volleyball or swimming, and it was weird seeing him dressed any other way than with sports clothes and without his usual green whistle around his neck.

"I have some ideas on how we can improve the girl's volleyball team!"

"Great! Let's talk about it later." He nodded, a tight smile on his lips before he turned back to his desk. When he wasn't looking, you locked eyes with Eddie. He had a dumb smile on his lips as he watched you, and your frantic movements snapped him back to reality.

You were waving your hand towards the glass door, and mouthing the word 'door' as best you could. Eddie frowned when he didn't understand, and it wasn't until the movements you were making caught the teacher's attention which made him snap his head towards you again that he understood what you meant.

You came here to get him out of detention - brilliant.

You gave your best smile towards Mr. Callum. "As you know, we have a really big game coming up!" Your voice wavered as he was about to turn his head back around, you grabbed his arm and squealed "Oh my god! Your bicep is huge!" Mr. Callum barely saw the wrongness in your words and nodded along. You winced when his reaction was nothing but agreement.

"You don't take steroids do you, because I've heard steroids can severely disintegrate your-" you didn't want to say it, you didn't even know why you were rambling but this seemed to be the only way you could keep him from turning back around and busting Eddie. "Package!" you squeaked and every single student present started chuckling. "Not that I'm thinking about your package, that's not the point-"

"Let's hope not," Mr. Callum crossed his arms.

Eddie's eyes went wide and he had to put his hand over his mouth to stop his laughter from becoming audible--his muffled noises still caused Mr. Callum to want to turn back around.

"The point is, they kick our butts every year. And I was thinking, I devised a plan that will enable us to finally defeat them."

"Which is?" Mr. Callum raised an eyebrow, his attention back to you.

"That thing that you taught us!" He looked expectant to know the rest. "Misdirection!"

"I taught you that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," your voice wavered again, just like it always did when you lie.

The floorboards under Eddie's feet groaned as he almost reached the door, Mr. Callum made a move to turn his head around but you grabbed his shoulders.

"Think about it!" Your eyes were wide as your brain worked a hundred miles per hour. "They're looking left, and we're throwing right! Bang they drop the ball, we win!"

"Okay, but how do we get them to look left?" You eyed from behind Mr. Callum's shoulder as Eddie slightly pushed the door more open so he could get through, the door making a tiny squeak.

You panicked. This was going to be it, and both you and Eddie were going to get a hundred hours of detention.

"Like this!" You grabbed the hem of your shirt with both your hands and lifted it up just over your chest, you didn't know why you hadn't decided on wearing a bra today but this has turned out to be very helpful. There was a pause that felt like minutes before the whole class cheered and clapped, Mr. Callum blankly staring from your chest to your eyes.

Behind him, Eddie's jaw dropped at the sight and gulped. He was frozen between the door and outside, unable to speak or move. Your gaze flickered towards him and you had to give him your best glare so he could snap out of it and realize this was his cue to run away.

He reluctantly moved his gaze away, shaking the shock out before running off towards the familiar clearing in the woods.

"Okay, well." You cleared your throat and fixed your shirt. "Now that you've seen 'The plan', I'm going to go and show 'the plan' to someone else!" You turned around on your heels to be met with a whole class of grinning students, they clapped as you walked down an aisle before disappearing behind the door again.

"Are you mad?" Eddie chuckled in disbelief as you walked into the clearing. He was sitting at the mossy picnic table, still chuckling to himself, disbelief present in the air.

"What?" You lifted your eyebrows with a matching smile dancing on your lips.

"You flashed the teacher?" Eddie expressed. His eyebrows raised as he stared at you. He was still shell-shocked by 1. seeing your chest bare and 2. the fact that you did that just to get him out of detention.

"He's leaving at the end of the year anyways!"

"Still!" He stood up. "You don't do that just to help someone get out of detention!"

"You know a thank you would suffice," you looked at him, using the same line he had used on you.

He smiled, solemnly nodding, "thank you."

"You're welcome," you proudly lifted your chin up.

"What can I do to return the favor?"

"I don't know..." You bit the inside of your cheek, lifting your eyes to the sky as if you were thinking. "Maybe... finally take me on that date?" You lifted an eyebrow and as if it was even possible, Eddie's smile became wider.

"It's a deal." He offered his hand. "Shall we?"

You were glad the Hawkins High parking was on the other side of the building from the detention room. Sneaking out the school grounds became easier than planned and before you knew it you were wrapping your knuckles around the white handle of Eddie's van.

The dragon's head moved up and down as you threw your backpack on the floor and closed the van's door behind you. Eddie was still smiling to himself when he turned the van on, his hair going wild and his shirt definitely needed to be fixed, but he looked high on excitement, eyes sparkling as he started driving out of the hell that was this place.

"Where are you taking me?"

The second he was out of the High School grounds, the sunlight peered into the car, his eyes almost turning gold when it did. He blinked from it and it made you reach over, putting your other hand on his knee for support as you pulled down the sun visor for him. You didn't want to--his eyes looked so beautiful in this light, but you knew he was struggling to keep his eyes open. You pulled your own down and he couldn't help but smile at you before answering.

"It's a surprise," his tone was playful and it made you all the more curious.

"Surprise?"

"You'll see."

When the familiar buildings and houses of Hawkins became nothing but forest, you really wondered where he was taking you. There seemed to be nothing but lush and wild different shades of green for miles away.

Twenty minutes later, the familiar welcoming sign of another city came into view. You knew this place. You had been there to go apple picking when you were a child and your parents had brought you there for their famous corn maze on Halloween two years ago.

Steve had made a tantrum over the fact that he was there and not at Tommy's Halloween bash. He even got your hair stuck in a candy apple and you had to get a haircut because the red sugar wouldn't come off.

The town came into view. Low gray buildings, a mall with a big parking lot, a garage that looked bigger and fancier than the one Eddie worked at. You even drove past a flea market with kids running around. You spotted a teen about your age trying out a bike that an old woman was selling.

You knew this town was slightly bigger than Hawkins and held more activities for the younger community. It wasn't a town you were used to going to, but you could clearly remember each visit like yesterday.

Eddie drove right to the edge of it, and towards the familiar farm. A big apple-picking sign stood at the entrance, and right on top of it was the huge CORN MAZE sign you remembered. With the same drawing of a big corn with eyes and legs with a speech bubble that said 'Welcome'. The only difference is that this time the corn was decorated with creepy drawings and spiders to make it Halloween-themed.

Eddie drove right through an arch with Jerry's Farm written in big red letters on top.

"You're taking me to Jerry's farm?"

"What? You don't like it?" He side-eyed you, smiling but deep inside still hoping this was a good idea.

"I do," you nodded and took a look around as he parked. A new activity had been added that you hadn't seen before–Paintball.

You eyed the sign right in front of it; splashes of colors with yellow writing. The Paintball area wasn't too big nor too small. Blocks of hay had been reorganized to create hiding places, and wooden installations with ladders were placed to act as obstacles or lookout spots.

People were already playing, throwing paint-filled balloons at each other and giggling as the paint splashed all over their coats and even covered the lab glasses the farm had provided before the game. Some even had paint on their hair, but they all looked so happy it warmed your heart.

"You want to go paintballing?" Eddie broke the silence as he watched you stare at the poster.

"I've never done it before," you turned your stare to him. The want to try it evident across your face.

"Then we have to!"

"Alright!" you beamed back, a smile so bright your cheeks were hurting.

Eddie turned off the van and pocketed the key. You followed him out and passed right under a new arch that separated the parking from the farm itself.

Immediately, the air was filled with the smell of hay and apple cider. Children were running across the earth paths and freshly cut grass, their parents following close behind with a cup of apple cider and a basket full of apples. A group of teenagers were giggling as they walked back to the parking lot, their hair full of paint as they made their way back. You didn't recognize any of them from Hawkins High and you were kind of happy about it.

For the first time in a long time, you felt like you could be somewhere and not feel dirty glances every now and there. You didn't know if that was Eddie's intention but this place felt like an escape from Hawkins even though it was right there. A bit like The Hideout. So close, yet feeling so far.

"What are you thinking about?" Eddie smiled as you made your way towards the Paintball counter.

"Hawkins," you blinked your thoughts away to look at him.

"Ah.”

"This feels like it's 100 miles away when it doesn’t take even 30 minutes to get here.”

"Yeah… I get that."

"You come here often?"

"My uncle used to take me every Halloween until I got older," Eddie smiled, his shoulder grazing yours as you walked. "And we usually come here to get our Christmas tree because Wayne knows the guy so he gives us one for free," he chuckled as he said that, looking down at his shoes as if it were something to be embarrassed about. "Then I also came with the band last October. Gareth got lost in the maze and Oliver got a date with one of the zombies."

"What?" You laughed.

"Oliver met her after the maze and then they just got along, I guess? He must have really liked her personality because she was aging really badly.”

Eddie nudged his elbow at you with a smile on his face. He got a kick out of his own jokes.

"Well maybe that’s just it then," you chuckled at the idea, “personalities mean a lot more than looks.”

“I’m sure that’s part of it,” he agreed.

“How did you know this was here?”

"I saw their advertisement in the newspaper yesterday. Saw they opened some new stuff and that's why I thought of here."

"You read the newspaper, Munson?" You raised a teasing eyebrow.

"No,” he shook his head in a lie. “I do not, but Wayne does." He picked it up… sometimes.

You took your eyes off of Eddie when the counter came into view. An elderly man was standing behind it and behind him were wooden shelves with a collection of already paint-stained shirts and lab glasses. To his left was a younger girl, about fifteen who was most likely his granddaughter. She was sitting on a wooden stool, with a pack of empty balloons on her lap. Her auburn hair was tied into braids and she blew away the few strands that were tickling her forehead when her gloved hands reached for a tube of paint. You couldn't help but watch as she skillfully filled up a balloon and tied it up before gently placing it in a yellow bucket.

At her feet were a dozen of different-colored buckets--all filled with multicolored balloons. There were so many buckets that they fully filled the space between her and her grandfather.

"How can I help you kids?"

Eddie eyed the chalkboard on the counter, scanning through the words before looking back at him.

"We'd like two buckets, please."

"Perfect," the man nodded with a smile. First, turning around to hand both of your shirts and glasses. He placed them on the counter and you grabbed yours with a smile in return. The shirt was already filled with spots of paint--thankfully dried up. You slipped both your arms through the sleeves before gently putting each white button into their designated holes to close it up.

You were about to reach for your wallet in the back pocket of your jeans to pay for your bucket and maybe even Eddie's but when you lifted your gaze from the plastic white buttons Eddie had already slipped the six dollars to the man.

"You need to stop doing that," you said as you grabbed your glasses.

"Doing what?" Eddie turned his head to you, grinning when he was met with your new look. Big lab glasses and a shirt that more resembled a coat that was already ruined by paint and weirdly suited you. Your hair tied back as much as possible and Eddie couldn't help but love the sight.

"Paying for me."

"Oh,” he shrugged, “it's no biggie."

"No biggie? Eds–"

"–Y/n, it's only six dollars, it's fine." He really tried to pretend like you hadn't just called him Eds for the first time. Only his close friends called him by this nickname, and the fact that you were also catching onto it made his heart jump in his chest.

"No, it's not fine," you glared at him while he placed his own vest and tied his hair back in a ponytail. You watched him the same way he had watched you seconds prior, he looked really handsome like this, and a bit funny once the big lab glasses that were dotted with green and blue paint were secured around his head.

"Have fun!" The elderly man dropped two buckets on the wood of the counter, a blue and a green one filled with balloons of all colors. You grabbed the green one and Eddie the blue before he followed you into the mess of paint and hay.

You hit first. Grabbing a pink balloon that cracked open with a splash of blue on Eddie's lab coat. The paint smeared right up to his face and almost landed in his mouth. His cheeks now held freckles of blue and his eyes wide and mouth open in shock as he lifted a finger to wipe the paint from his cheek. You giggled like a kid in front of a cartoon show as you admired his reaction.

But you didn't have much time to because he was already hitting back. Sending a neon yellow balloon that turned out to have the exact same color inside. It hit you right in the stomach, its color reaching up to your chin.

Eddie had to resist the urge to take just one step closer and reach out to wipe the paint from your face.

But this wasn't a romantic moment. It was a fierce battle that you declared when you sent the pink plastic bomb his way.

He saw something shift in your eyes, a competitive glare Eddie had never seen on you before and before he could even comprehend what he was doing, Eddie was running behind a haystack in a poor attempt to dodge one of your attacks.

Eddie threw blindly, still hidden in fear that he would get hit in the face again. He waited for the right moment; right when he knew you wouldn't expect him, he jumped out from behind his hiding place. You half giggled, half screamed, the balloon in your hand throwing itself onto him with so much force he winced a bit but the second the throw registered he sent the balloon still in his grip right to you.

The roles changed and now it was Eddie chasing you around the different obstacles. You were both giggling like idiots and only knew Eddie had succeeded at his throw when you felt a balloon hit you in the middle of your back, the green paint going up to your hair.

You hid behind a big wooden pillar. Your back resting against it as you waited for Eddie to hit again, you heard the paint hit the wood and Eddie approaching it right after. You abruptly turned around when he was close enough, dropping the balloon right on his head. His whole face lit up with surprise but then his eyes became full of playful revenge, making you dart off again.

You blindly shot one from behind and it missed, hitting the ground beside his feet and landing in a puddle of mud. You were just about to sprint off again when Eddie called out to you, making a time-out sign with his hand and dropping his bucket on the floor. Of course, you believed him, foolishly falling for his doe eyes and stopping in your tracks. He made a movement to reach for you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders when you were close enough.

You let yourself melt into his touch, unknowing that Eddie held a small green balloon in his other hand. He smiled, letting you enjoy the embrace before planting the balloon on the crown of your head the way you had done minutes prior.

You gasped, reaching for a balloon of your own before throwing it into his chest. You pushed him away and made your run. Eddie laughed as he attempted to follow you.

There was a carefree nature about everything. No one knew who you were. No one cared what your status was or who you were when you woke up that morning. You felt free, as did Eddie, when all that filled your ears was the sound of laughter and joy and your hearts were healing all the same.

The wild chase went on. Balloons were thrown everywhere and you both became multicolored messes until only 2 balloons were left in your bucket and one lonely one at the bottom of Eddie's.

You were hiding behind a weird wooden sculpture. He could clearly see the toe of your shoes poking out on the ground next to the pillar. Eddie carefully walked towards it, as softly as he could not to raise suspicion that he had found you.

"Boo!" This time you were expecting it–not like the time he had scared you back at the music store.

You threw your last balloon at him, but when the plastic cracked as it hit his chest, Eddie had already reached for you and wrapped his arm around your torso, making the pink paint smear all over the both of you. With you in his arms, he let himself fall into the big haystack.

The hit of the fall nonexistent as the hay cushioned any fear of hurt.

You both giggled like idiots as Eddie threw his glasses away and removed yours too, throwing them in the same direction as he had thrown his.

He was leaning over you, his big beautiful eyes piercing at your soul. Loose strands of his hair were coming to tickle your face but you didn't care. From so close, you could see the small freckles that had appeared from being exposed to sunlight mixed in with green and pink paint.

"Do you have a map?" You whispered and Eddie raised an eyebrow. "I'm getting lost in your eyes."

"Stop!" He giggled. "You just ruined the moment!"

"I'm sorry!" You chuckled with him. "I just thought this was a good one."

"Well, it was." His voice lowered as he spoke, chills running down your spine.

You didn't know if it was the smell of hay mixed with paint or the way he was looking at you, but you found it hard to catch your breath.

Your hand reached up to his cheek. Your thumb wiped away a stain of yellow and as you did, Eddie moved his thumb across your lips, wiping away a stain of blue that had made its mark during the battle.

His eyes were darting between attempting to keep eye contact and starting at your lips. Your heart beat faster the closer he got. His breath fanned over you as he leaned down. He was so close that even over the paint and hay, you could smell him. Every piece of him had intoxicated you to the point where you lost your train of thought.

It was only Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

He paused the moment your noses touched. A fragment of air between you, Eddie’s heart stopped as the world paused around you both. Two people, an unsuspected Romeo and an unwilling-to-be Juliet without an inkling of space between them. Only a heart with reaching strings threatening to combine lingered in the air.

In that pause, Eddie questioned silently the thought he had circled around the last time he should have kissed you.

Did you want this?

And yes, you did.

Eddie didn’t have to answer the question himself. Your hand gilded against his cheek and brought his lips to yours.

And like a fire racing through a waiting town, it erupted your body in flames.

Vanished were the problems of the world as Eddie held you tightly, cupping your face as your hands wrapped around his neck to bring him closer. You felt his body, on fire like your own, cooling the worries that had captivated hours of life. It washed and cleared the path of ruin to one of salvation in hope. The hay a protector against his palms as Eddie shifted, the needles of Steve’s money piercing but never penetrating.

The bargain and the green monsters of the chances he had wasted a small fragment of his mind in the moment. The problems were fleeting; sailing away on a ship as the heart found a home in you.

You didn't know how long you laid like this, making out in the middle of a paintball field in Jerry's Farm and it wasn't that you weren't enjoying this, the moment couldn't be more perfect, but the idea latched on your mind and you couldn't pass up that opportunity.

One of your hands moved away from Eddie's neck and fished for the last balloon that had fallen in the hay beside you. You pulled away and Eddie looked at you with the most adorable smile you had ever seen.

You were almost feeling guilty for what you were about to do.

Almost.

You lifted your hand up and smashed the green balloon right on his forehead, the blue insides of it smeared all over his hair and almost in his eyes. His mouth went wide in shock but then he had to smile when your beautiful laughter invaded his ears.

"You sneaky little-" before he could finish his sentence you pulled him down back to you, locking your lips with his once again. The kiss was messier and broken as he couldn't keep the grin away from his lips. Before you knew it he pulled away and rubbed his forehead on your cheek and neck as a way to get back to you, the paint rubbing off and painting your entire side blue.

"Eddie! Stop!" You giggled as his hair started tickling you, peppering kisses on the side of your neck in the process.

He lifted himself up, his arms straight on each side of you and his body casting a perfect shadow.

You looked at him, no, admired him in all his glory. He looked so beautiful like this. His entire face lit up in happiness. His hair was messy; full of paint and you wondered how he was going to get that out which made your thoughts spiral to your own hair that was probably now also covered in hay in addition to the multicolored paint.

"We could be Star Wars characters," you giggled, thinking back to the colored aliens that appeared in the film. The ones that were all blue with the long head tails.

"Yeah, we could," he chuckled at the reference before pecking your lips again. "I think we should go," he whispered.

"Before they kick us out for making out or something."

"Yeah…” You smiled at him. “Definitely"

The van's dark seats are a mess by the end of the ride. Blue, green, yellow, and pink paint ended up getting smeared all over the headrests and on the wheel when Eddie accidentally scratched his hair and placed his hand back on the wheel.

The shoulders of Eddie's white shirt had been repainted when his hair tie snapped, his curls going wild and letting paint loose all over the sides. On the passenger side, you had tried to be as careful as you could. Thanking the lab coat for making your clothes stay clean and you also thanked the grass where you had rubbed the paint out of your shoes back at Jerry's farm--but it was really hard not to get the paint from your hair to smear all over the top of your seat.

Eddie didn't know what to do when he got to the door of the trailer as his hand was stained in pink paint. He didn't mind getting paint on his keys but he winced when his fingers wrapped around the door handle, leaving a pink trail behind him.

It was like painting a crime scene with his fingerprints. If anything ever went wrong, the police would surely catch him pink-handed.

The second he stepped in, he removed his shoes by fear of them still sheltering paint, and you followed his actions. You both scurried off to the kitchen sink, only taking Eddie's trailer in when you dried off your hands with a red grid-patterned towel.

The collections of various teacups made you smile. The whole inside was cluttered and felt homey–you could tell he and his uncle had lived here for years and it somehow warmed your heart. It felt messy but in the best way possible.

Only when Eddie saw you look around did he realize the mess and tried his best to clean the wrappers off the table in a haste as if you hadn't already noticed them.

"Sorry for the mess," he winced as he opened the trash can and dumped empty wrappers and some soda cans.

"Don't worry about it," you shook your head and if the locks of your hair weren't stuck to your cheekbones because of the paint, they would have moved with you. "The whole place looks really nice," you smiled to yourself. "It's very you."

"Thanks? " He tilted his head as he took the words in. You said it in such a way that it sounded like a compliment and even if Eddie was still unsure, it made heat creep up his cheeks.

It was him. This whole place was his heart and soul bleeding from the worn linoleum and mugs on the wall.

You chuckled at his blushing. The way he looked away as he tried to remember what he wanted to say next made your heart flutter in your chest. The nerves of romance, you supposed.

"Um,” Eddie cleared his throat. “You can take a shower if you want. I don't think I have very good shampoo but I'm sure it's better than anything if you don’t want to have to cut your hair–" he scratched the back of his neck as he tried to not make his offer sound weird.

"I'd like that, thank you," you cut him off before he could continue rambling. "But only if I get to wear one of your shirts after because my shoulders are definitely as stained as yours."

He gave a small smile at your offer. "Of course you can."

You picked Eddie's favorite Metallica shirt. You didn't know it was his favorite and he would never tell you because the sparks in your eyes when you spotted it was enough for him to agree that he never needed to see it ever again. It was a large dark gray shirt, with a white logo that was a little washed out from the number of times Eddie had worn it but you seemed to love it nonetheless.

And when you walked out of his bathroom, hair wrapped around the light blue towel he had given you and wearing that damn Metallica shirt that he now swore it looked a hundred times better on you and he knew he was a goner.

The little smile you gave him when you sat beside him on the couch almost sent him to heaven. He was so in love with you for the short time you had actually given him a chance that he wasn’t sure he’d ever recover.

This was the end game. You were his perfect person.

"Stop staring at me like that,” you scoffed a laugh, biting on your lip at the look he was giving you, practically melting beside him.

"Sorry," he looked away and raised his hands in innocence. "You just look very pretty, that's all." Eddie looked down at his hands and picked at his nails so he would focus on something else than you.

"You should go take a shower before the paint fully dries," you noticed.

"Right," Eddie shook his head as remembered that his hair still looked like a parrot had shit the rainbow of his feathers on him. "I'll be right back."

By the time he was back, you were sitting down by the kitchen counter, a cup of warm tea in between your hands and a second one right by it. Eddie smiled at the sight and your look became a bit embarrassed when you felt his stare wouldn't leave you.

"I- I hope it's ok, I made myself some tea, and um... a cup for you too."

"That's more than ok, thank you, sweetheart," he smiled, making his way towards you and sitting on the stool beside you, kissing your cheek before grabbing the warm cup for himself.

You looked at him as he brought the cup to his lips. His eyes looked at a random spot by the kitchen, while his ringed hands were securely wrapped around the cup. A dot of pink was still lodged in the creases of one of his skull rings, and you almost smiled at the absurdity. Smiled at the look of a ring that was supposed to be scary being now decorated in pink. When you went back up to his face, you noticed the faded smear of blue was faintly present in between his temple and his ear.

You reached for it with your hand, delicately wiping the blue out with your thumb for good. The color disappeared easily with the water still dripping from his hair. Eddie's gaze fell back to you as he watched your movements with intent. Your fingers climb up to tangle with the top of his hair, gently tugging down to untangle his damp locks.

"You've got a hairbrush?" He nodded, not saying a word before climbing out of his seat and leaving for his room.

He went through a few of his things before he finally found it. A big black hairbrush which he had just cleaned out this morning.

He came back into the living space and he saw that you had removed the towel from your head and your hair fell loose again. Clean and fresh in his space.

"Here," he handed it to you, still watching, thinking you would use it on yourself.

"Turn around."

"Huh?"

"Turn around!" You made a circle with the brush and Eddie felt all words die in the back of his throat as he obeyed.

He stayed baffled as he felt the hairbrush cling to the ends of his hair and slowly moved down. Your hand came next, preparing the brush's journey before it came to grasp at his hair a second time.

"Tell me if I accidentally hurt you"

You could never, he thought to himself, but nodded instead. And just by the simple start of your movements, he could tell it was true.

All the tension Eddie might have held in his shoulders disappeared with your gentle movements. His eyes closed by themselves as you started to bring the brush higher on his scalp, your fingers always coming up first to trace the road of the brush and almost making him hum with content but never in the world would he let that slip past his lips that early in the relationship.

Even if he felt the world he knew was drastically different now, he’d never voice them in such a way. He didn’t want to scare you away. He didn’t want to give you cause to run and hide because he couldn’t reel himself in.

"All done," he didn't know how long it had been–maybe hours, minutes or seconds, but he felt like he had just been sent to space and back. He felt sleepy, dazed and more relaxed than he had ever felt in years.

And it might have definitely shown on his features because of the short laugh you let out when he turned back around to face you.

"By your lack of words and the look on your face, I think I've been gentle enough with your hair,"

"Um- yeah," he cleared his throat in a poor attempt to come back to reality, to make his feet touch the ground again.

You smiled as you looked at it, raising your hand towards him to thread through his bangs in an attempt to correctly place them, a happy look on your lips. "All nice now!"

Eddie watched as you hooked your fingers in the brush and balled up all the hair that had accumulated in its bristles before making your way around the counter and dumping it in the trash. When it was all clean you started with your own hair.

"Give me that!" He reached for you with his hand, "my turn"

"Alright," you smiled and sat back on your previous spot, handing the back brush to Eddie before turning around.

Eddie started with the ends, just like you had done for him. Your eyes closed as he brushed through the knots and reached your scalp. You let yourself become content. It felt so nice and comforting.

“Did you hear about that kid going missing?” You opened your eyes again as the words left your lips. The idea of Will being missing is still nudging at your mind on repeat.

“The Byers kid?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I think everyone has heard of it by now,” Eddie sighs a bit as he says it, his focus still set on your hair.

“They’re doing a search party for him tonight…” You looked down at your hands, noticing some paint still lodged in your fingernail. “Are you going?”

“I can’t unfortunately… Wayne needs me. You?”

“I am. I have too. It’s Dustin’s best friend… I have to show my support.” Eddie nodded in understanding.

“Well, be careful,” Eddie gave you a small smile that you couldn’t see as he dropped the hair brush on the counter. “Where are they going to start the search?”

“Around Mirkwood. That’s where he disappeared…”

"Mirkwood? Like in the Hobbit?"

"Oh, sorry, yeah, um Dustin calls it that. I sort of caught on."

"I love that."

"He calls the school Mordor."

"He does?" He raised his eyebrows with a big smile.

"Yeah," you nodded. "I do too now. No one understands when I say it"

"I do now."

"Good. Then I'll start saying it around you,” you nodded proudly. "The misty mountains are the hills after Mirkwood. Dustin lives around there. And the shire is the area with all the white picket fence houses, one of his friends lives there that's why he's named it that. They have the whole of Middle Earth mapped out in Hawkins."

"What's the mainstreet with all the shops called?"

"You're going to laugh."

"Say it."

"Rivendell."

"Rivendell?" He made a face. "Why would they call that Rivendell?"

"Because it's their favorite location in all the books. So they say that going to the main street is like going to Rivendell. You've got the arcade up the road and shops where you can get toys and comics," he looked at you weirdly. "Their words not mine," you raised your hands in innocence.

"What's your favorite place in Middle Earth?"

"Lothlorien"

"Oh,” Eddie nodded his head, “that's such a good one."

"I know right!? I was obsessed with Galadriel as a child.” You exclaimed and the joy that emitted from you was contagious. “And the way it's described, it's so beautiful. That’s why Dustin named where I live that and plus he says he makes sense because it’s in the forest,” you smiled as you remembered all the times Dustin called your place Lothlorien.

“What’s your favorite place?"

"Mine is so boring," he sighed in defeat.

"I'm sure it's not!"

"The Shire."

"It's not boring!"

"It is! But I love it just because it is. My life has been such a chaotic mess, I would always imagine what it would be like to just be a hobbit in the Shire. Not have a care in the world and just cultivate your potatoes. Lives of hobbits are just so... quiet."

"You're forgetting noisy neighbors and family members."

"I think I could deal with that."

“Really?” You scrunched up your nose. “Have Steve as your brother and you would think twice. He would have sold my house and my stuff earlier than it took Bilbo’s family too. If I were Bilbo, I would have come back to the Shire to find my house already sold, with all my stuff gone!”

“I could totally see him doing that,” Eddie chuckled with you.

“Definitely,” your eyes lifted up to the clock behind him, Eddie noticed the look in your eyes as you read the time and held out his hand.

"Shall I take you back to Lothlorien, My Lady?" Your eyes lit up as your gaze shifted from the clock to Eddie.

“Gladly.”

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