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all roads lead back to you | c.sc (scoups)

(where you take an annual cabin trip with your friends and your ex decides to join this year)

pairing: ex!seungcheol (scoups) x f!reader genre: exes to lovers | angst, smut rating: explicit - minors DNI word count: ~10.6k warnings: these are exes and the relationship ended badly, but we're healing, drinking, midnight kisses, reader is mentioned as wearing a skirt & tights, making out, seungcheol picks reader up, body worship, slight nipple play, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. & m. receiving), choking, cheol has a big dick (i don't make the rules), unprotected sex (they talk about it, but don't do this), multiple orgasms & overstimulation (f. receiving), aftercare

a/n: this is for @k-vanity's 25 tips for surviving the holidays. day 11 - cabin vacation. i'm not really sure what happened, something about scoups just makes me blackout and write too much (i only started this 2 days ago). also shoutout to @tbzhub for saying we'd do this together lmao. thank you to @gyuwoncheol, @wonwussy, & @wooahaeproductions for helping me land on cheol for this fic. also, just for fun, tagging some scoups enjoyers because i'm nothing if not a menace: @ugh-yoongi, @seungkwansphd, @wongyuseokie, @beomcoups, @horanghater, @cheolism

The holidays are usually your favorite time of year. Sure, they’re really hectic and there’s always way too much to do without nearly enough time to do it. But, you still love it. Love being around friends and family. Love how everyone seems to acknowledge that any problems can wait for the new year. This is a time for joy and happiness. A time to celebrate all the wonderful things that did happen and leave the bad in the year you’re leaving behind.

This time of year also brings around an annual trip that you take with friends. A trip to a secluded cabin where you can all just disconnect. Where you can sit by the fireplace and read. Where you can go to the nearby resort to ski or snowboard. Where you can drink hot cocoa and swap stories and just enjoy the company without the bustle of the city. It’s one of your favorite weekends every time the holidays roll around.

Not this year.

This year, your friends decide that they want to make the group a little bigger and spend a long weekend, including New Year’s Eve, together. Which is great, you’re single and there’s nobody else you’d rather ring the New Year in with. Except for one problem. Your ex is also coming. It’s been a little over a year since you broke up, so you know it’s time to move on. Moving on feels a lot harder when he decides he’s going to come to the cabin weekend again this year. It shouldn’t really surprise you. After all, you were friends before you dated. Didn’t think anything could stop you from being friends after. Didn’t actually think there would be an after, if you’re honest. And you’re definitely not going to be the one to back out or admit you’re still not really over it.

So, that’s why you’re sitting in a car with Wonwoo, Jihoon, and Mimi, headed off to the cabins that your friends booked for an extended long weekend. You’re just thankful that Wonwoo offered you a spot in his car on the way up. Makes it a lot easier. Even if it means Jihoon and Mimi are currently in each other’s space in the backseat as she shows him something on her phone. It’s not that you mind how cute they are together, it’s just still weird to see Jihoon acting like that with anyone. She seems to have waltzed in and melted any defenses he had.

From his position in the driver’s seat, Wonwoo reaches over to squeeze your thigh. You look over at him, grateful for the reminder that you’re not alone in all of this. Grateful that he swore up and down to make sure you never felt awkward the whole weekend. Maybe it won’t be so bad, you think, as you queue up more songs for the drive. That’s the best part about being in the front seat. You get to control the music and Wonwoo started the trip by telling Jihoon and Mimi just to roll with it. Not that they’re paying all that much attention, but it was a nice thought all the same.

The drive up is uneventful. Wonwoo navigates the winding back roads with a practiced ease. You sigh happily, taking in all the trees dusted with snow and the winter wonderland all around as you leave most of your troubles behind. There’s something almost refreshing about being out here. Like the air is crisper and everything is stiller. Wonwoo would make a smartass comment about how there’s more trees, less pollution, and a lot fewer people. So, of course all those things are true. You think it’s more, something about the magic of Christmas and the New Year.

Your smile falls the second you pull up to the main cabin because you can see that Seungcheol’s car is already there. Figures he would not only drive, but beat you there. You try to set that aside, though, because the place is beautiful. It’s set up with a main cabin where you can hang out, cook, play games, or do whatever you want. Then, there are separate small cabins, mostly just with bedrooms and bathrooms, to sleep in. Nayeon, bless her, took care of figuring out the sleeping arrangements for everyone. At least that would be easy.

Jihoon and Mimi are out of the car almost as soon as it stops, even if Jihoon grumbles about how his legs are stiff and the air is cold. It takes one smile from Mimi and he’s smiling back, grabbing their bags from the car to head for the main cabin. Meanwhile, Wonwoo adjusts his glasses and makes sure everything is turned off before getting out of the car to stretch. When he meets you at the trunk, his gaze is soft.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” he asks.

You sigh and pull out your suitcase, with a little help from your friend. “No.”

“We shouldn’t have come,” Wonwoo says.

“Just because I’m being a baby doesn’t mean you should’ve stayed away,” you reassure him.

“You’re not being a baby,” he says with a frown.

“Still,” you press. “We’ve been broken up for a year. There’s going to be a lot of people here, it’ll be fine.”

“As long as you’re sure,” Wonwoo relents. “He didn’t bring anyone, did he?”

“No, Nayeon said it’s just him. She’s worried about me too,” you say with a playful eye roll. “She’s got me staying in a cabin with you, her, and Joshua.”

“I’m glad we’re at least staying together,” Wonwoo says.

“I’m gonna be fine, Wonwoo, you worry too much,” you insist.

You get through the first night and breakfast the next morning without having to say a single word to Seungcheol. It’s been awhile since you last saw some of your friends, so there’s a lot to catch up on. The group is also pretty large, which makes it easier to blend in. Everything, even something as simple as making a meal, is kind of a process, too. You’ve always been pretty comfortable in the kitchen and offer to help cook. Seungcheol can’t say the same. It feels like maybe it’ll be smooth and you can just do your own separate things without it being a big deal. Like you can both just agree to give each other space during the trip and not be awkward.

That lasts until the afternoon on the first full day, unfortunately.

Even though a lot of people take time off between Christmas and New Year’s, a decent portion of the group decides a Friday will still be less busy on the slopes. They want to get some runs in earlier in the day before whatever everyone wants to do later. Seungcheol, thankfully, was one of the first to say he wanted to go. Not surprising, you know he likes really anything where he can be active. Wonwoo was also quick to say he wanted to, after asking you if that was okay. You, again, insisted it was fine.

You’re reading your book by the fire, periodically watching Jun, Nayeon, and Mimi play cards on the other side of the room, when Seungcheol comes hobbling back in. Minghao just behind him, scolding him for not waiting and ruining the peaceful atmosphere.

“What’s wrong?” Nayeon asks, looking up from the game.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Seungcheol says shortly.

“He rolled his ankle,” Minghao interjects.

“Now you see why I stayed behind,” Jun says.

“I’m fine, really,” Seungcheol insists.

“You should ice it just in case. And keep it elevated,” Minghao says as heads off to the kitchen.

Trying to keep your face straight, you mark the page in your book and get up. All you want is for this to be as subtle as possible. But, Jun is also in the room.

“Where are you going?” Jun asks.

“Oh, just back to my room to get something,”

It’s a lie and you’re pretty sure they know it, but you also don’t care. You’re not going to stay in the room with an injured Seungcheol because he gets pouty when he can’t do exactly what he wants. This is going to be one of those times. There’s no way he’s going to be happy sitting still when he knows his other friends are still out on the trails. Especially when it’s such a minor thing. You hope that they all understand your decision to just let them deal with him and whatever he has to say.

When you feel like it’s been enough time, you venture back into the main cabin, portable charger in hand, for good measure. Not that you think anyone will ask what it is that you needed from your room, but it’s always a good idea to be prepared. Just in case. At first glance, you think the main living area is empty. That makes you sigh in a little relief. Not that you want to be alone when this is a trip for friends. It’s just nice to have a quiet moment in all the chaos. You think you’ll be able to get back to your book, at least for a little, until you notice someone laying on the couch. Not someone. Seungcheol. Quickly, you turn around, hoping he doesn’t see you. And it would probably work, if you didn’t bump into the corner of a table on your way out.

His head snaps up and swivels to look at you. “What - oh.”

“Sorry, I was just leaving,” you say.

“Can you really not be in the same room as me?” he asks. He sits up so that he can look at you more easily.

“I’ve been in the same room as you plenty,” you point out.

“Not alone,” he persists.

“What reason would we possibly have to be alone together?” you wonder.

“You don’t have to be so…” he starts.

“So, what?” you press.

“So…like this,” Seungcheol finishes, somewhat lamely.

“How should I be?” you ask.

“I don’t know, just, not like this. We were always comfortable with each other, even before…” he starts and stops suddenly.

“Before we dated? Before you shattered my heart? Before you decided it was easier to shut me out instead of just talking to me?” you ask, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

“I know,” he admits.

“You just abandoned me,” you say quietly. “I needed you and you weren’t there. I never would’ve left you like that.”

“I know. I made so many mistakes. So many things I can’t take back,” he says. He actually looks remorseful. You’re not sure if that’s better or worse. “I’m so sorry for that. I would take it all back if I could. I’d do everything differently.”

“This was a mistake,” you say.

“Talking to me?” he asks.

“Coming on this trip at all,” you admit and turn away. “I have to go.”

With your back to him, you miss the way his face falls at your admission. Don’t see the way he considers getting up to follow after you. It’s for the best, anyway. Your heart's already breaking again just from one conversation. Just from seeing the emotion on his face. The one face you thought you’d always know better than your own. It’s amazing how everything can change in a single moment. How something that took years to build, first as friends and then as a couple, can all come tumbling down in a second. A split second or a fork in the road. One wrong turn and it’s all gone.

You make it through to Saturday without any more forced conversations with your ex-boyfriend. Manage to sit on the opposite end of the table from him during meals. Wait until he commits to playing a game or watching something before you decide what to do yourself. Still, you feel very included in everything with different groups of your friends because there are plenty of people there to hang out with. If you take the forced conversation with him out of the equation, it’s actually been a pretty good trip, overall. Not nearly as hard as you expected it to be.

“I’m gonna go check out the lodge at the mountain, anyone wanna come?” Wonwoo throws out. There’s a smattering of lukewarm responses. Mostly, people say they may hit the trails a little bit later after they’ve had a lazy morning.

“I’ll come,” you offer.

“Shocking that you two are a pair,” Nayeon jokes from her spot on the couch, curled up with Joshua.

“That’s enough out of you,” you joke back before turning to Wonwoo. “I’ll go grab my coat.”

“Can you grab my hat? I think I left it in my room,” Wonwoo requests.

“Sure,” you agree.

When you meet Wonwoo in the entranceway, you find your eyes back on the living area. Almost like you can feel someone watching you. But, when nobody is, you figure that you must have imagined it, not noticing the way Seungcheol’s jaw tightens or his mouth turns down in frown. He had just been looking and he wasn’t liking what he saw. Instead, having missed all that, you fall into step beside one of your closest friends and head out of the cabin.

“It’s not a far walk, but we can drive if you want,” Wonwoo offers, sticking his hands into his pockets.

“No, a walk would be nice. It’s not as cold today,” you say.

One of the best parts of being friends with Wonwoo is the sheer comfort you feel with him. It’s always been like this, since the beginning of your friendship. Always just as easy to say the hard things to him as it is to sit in silence. Always easy to avoid the hard things, because he seems to find it easy to to tell when you don’t want to say something. Unfortunately, it’s also easy for him to push you to speak, even when you’re not sure if you want to. Like now, as soon as you reach the Lodge.

“Are you doing okay?” Wonwoo asks as the pair of you make your way over to a stand selling hot drinks.

“I’m assuming you don’t mean from the walk over here,” you deflect while you look at the menu.

“No,” Wonwoo answers simply.

“I’m fine,” you insist, stepping up to the counter. “Peppermint hot chocolate and whatever he wants.”

“You don’t have to…” Wonwoo starts, falling silent at the look you give him. He sighs, knowing you won’t relent. “Just a plain hot chocolate.”

“Thanks,” you say as you pay.

“You’re not fine. I can see it on you,” Wonwoo says.

You pause when someone calls out your name for the order. “I really am doing fine. The only hard part was getting sucked into a short conversation with him yesterday.”

“What did he say?” Wonwoo asks.

“Nothing much,” you say and meet Wonwoo’s eyes. You can tell you need to carry on. So, you recount the conversation as best as you can remember.

“He misses you,” Wonwoo surmises.

“And if he does? What does it matter?” you ask.

“You miss him too,” Wonwoo points out. “That’s why it matters.”

“I don’t,” you argue. “He broke my heart.”

“What happened? A year ago when you broke up, what happened?” Wonwoo asks.

“You know what happened,” you say with a sigh.

“No, I don’t. I know he left, somehow, but I don’t know what really happened. You’ve always kept that part of the story close to the vest,” Wonwoo says.

“Because it still hurts,” you plead.

“Maybe it’s time you let someone else take a little of that pain by talking about it,” Wonwoo suggests. You find a table to sit down as you’re considering sharing.

Ultimately, it would be nice to get someone else’s perspective. To get someone who knows you both, and cares about you both, to weigh in on everything that happened. Even if Wonwoo seemingly took your side, you know he still talks to Seungcheol as well. With a steadying breath, you launch into the whole explanation, at least your side of it. It’s time, past time, honestly, that you get this off your chest.

It was great, at the beginning. The two of you were friends first, for years, before something shifted and you started to see each other differently. Suddenly stepping a little more carefully around each other. Not really knowing what to do or what to expect. Not sure if it would ruin the friendship to admit that there were feelings there. Until one day, Seungcheol finally made the move, asked you out on a date, and made sure you knew that’s what he was asking. It got very serious, very quickly. Far more quickly than either of you expected. But, that’s what happens when you start as friends. There are so many things you already know, so many things you don’t have to ask, so many memories already embedded into your relationship. Things were good. It wasn’t like they were perfect. There were little fights here and there, but nothing that felt that serious. Nothing that felt like a dealbreaker.

It’s hard to admit, even to Wonwoo, that you saw Seungcheol as your forever. As someone you wouldn’t let go of once you had him. He was your safe space without ever being boring. Your protector without ever being one of those toxic assholes. Your biggest cheerleader without being condescending. It was way too early in the relationship to be feeling like he was your forever, so you didn’t ever say it to him, but you felt it. Felt it deep in your bones. He was also vulnerable with you in a way that he wasn’t with anyone else. At least anyone else that you’d seen. The first time he just let you take care of him, let you see him as something other than someone strong and in control, it made you fall even more deeply for him. It didn’t hurt that he nearly stopped your heart with how stupid hot he was. That gets a snort out of Wonwoo before you continue on.

Suddenly, everything changed. Seungcheol withdrew into himself and stopped confiding in you. He could always be a bit moody, a little deep in his feelings. Still, he would always talk to you about it. Would always share with you what he was feeling. Sometimes it was something so simple as you getting a little too much attention, which he didn’t like. He could be a little jealous. It was something you worked on with him. Sometimes it was a conversation with a friend weighing heavily or something going wrong at work. No matter what, he always talked to you about it. Until he didn’t. Until he just stopped saying much of anything. Until he got a bit secretive with everything in his life and you didn’t really recognize him anymore. His phone was always turned over. Not fully paying attention to you when you were in group settings. Not making plans the way he used to.

“What did you do?” Wonwoo asks.

“I confronted him,” you say. Simple. It was so simple. “I told him it wasn’t okay and that I deserved better. That we always got through things together and that we needed to get back to that.”

“Mature of you,” Wonwoo says.

“I thought so,” you say and take a steadying breath. “He agreed, even. Told me that I did deserve better.”

“So what…” Wonwoo asks, but trails off. Obviously confused.

“He said that it was too much. That he couldn’t give me the things I deserved. That I would be better off finding someone else who could,” you say and wipe away the stray tear.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know,” Wonwoo says.

“I didn’t want you to. I didn’t want you to look at me like that,” you admit. “Like I was broken because someone didn’t want to love me.”

“You’re not broken,” Wonwoo insists softly, hand reaching out for one of yours. “You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever known. But it’s okay to admit when you need help. Or when you need a friend.”

“I know,” you sigh. “It’s just hard.”

“I know, but I’m here,” Wonwoo assures you.

Saturday night finds Wonwoo and Seungcheol as the last two awake in the living room, finishing their drinks in relative silence. It used to be easy for Seungcheol, sitting with his friend like this. Yet, it hasn’t been, not in the last year since he broke up with you. Not since Wonwoo made it clear that they were friends, but he was sticking by you no matter what. Not that Wonwoo’s been cold or rude or anything. That would have made it easier, Seungcheol thinks. No, instead he’s been mostly the same. Still just as friendly and supportive. All it does is make him feel worse. Why can’t Wonwoo just say what’s really on his mind?

“How was the lodge earlier?” Seungcheol asks.

“Hmm?” Wonwoo asks, eyes seeming to come back into focus as they look over at him.

“The lodge? You went over there earlier. I was just asking how it was,” Seungcheol repeats.

“Oh, fine. We just ended up getting hot chocolate and talking. Kinda watched people coming and going from the trails,” Wonwoo says like it doesn’t matter. Maybe it doesn’t.

“Are you two…are you…” Seungcheol starts and stops the question several times.

“Dating?” Wonwoo asks, taking pity on his friend. “No. She’s been single since…”

“I broke her heart?” Seungcheol supplies humorlessly.

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“No? It seems like someone spending that much time with her would say that.”

Wonwoo regards him for a second, adjusts his glasses like he’s buying time to think. “What happened? With you and her, what happened?”

“I’m sure you’ve already heard it from her.” The answer is short. Seungcheol doesn’t want to play these games, not with someone that’s so obviously close to you.

“I’m not asking to hear it from her. I’m asking to hear it from you,” Wonwoo presses. He’s insistent, but his eyes are soft. It’s easy to wonder if it’s time to share.

“I got scared,” Seungcheol admits. “And jealous.”

“Of what? Or of who?” Wonwoo asks. Seungcheol takes a long sip of his drink and grimaces a little. He isn’t buzzed enough for this. Can’t really believe he’s entertaining sharing in the first place. But, well, isn’t this what he’s hoping for? Another chance?

“Of everything and everyone,” Seungcheol says. “She was so kind, so patient, so good to me. Good for me. Just the best person I’ve ever known. I just thought that one day, she’d wake up and she’d realize that she deserved more than me.”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “Why did you think that?”

“I don’t know,” Seungcheol admits. “I guess, well I know I can be difficult. That I get in my head a lot. I know sometimes it’s hard to talk about what I’m feeling. She made a lot of that feel easier, which made me fall harder for her. But, then she makes a lot of people feel that way, doesn’t she? Like she’s the only one who will understand. I don’t even think I was the only friend of ours that had feelings for her. I just, I don’t know, it sounds so fucking dumb now, but I couldn’t compete.”

“It wasn’t a competition, Cheol,” Wonwoo says.

“I know that,” Seungcheol insists.

Wonwoo fixes him with a stare. “Do you? She’s a lot of things, maybe a lot that make people interested in her. But, she chose you. She chose you and kept choosing you, every chance she got. I don’t think that ever would’ve changed.”

“Do you want me to feel worse?” Seungcheol asks, voice rising a bit. “I already told her that I would go back and change things if I could, but I can’t.”

“Do you still love her?” Wonwoo asks, voice so quiet. Yet, it carries all the same.

“Of course I do,” Seungcheol says.

“Then figure out a way to tell her,” Wonwoo replies.

“It’s not that easy,” Seungcheol says. “And aren’t you supposed to be telling me to leave her alone? As her friend?”

Wonwoo rises from his seat. “It can be that easy, if you stop being your own worst enemy. And I’m your friend, too. It doesn’t seem like the chapter is really over for either of you yet.”

Seungcheol sits and considers what his friend shared. Wonders if there might be something there. He barely registers as Wonwoo says goodnight and calls a goodnight in response. Then, he’s left with his thoughts again. Should he say something? Can he bring himself to say something? Or will you just shut it down again?

New Year's Eve brings a snowstorm with it that has your group of friends deciding it’s best to just stay in the cabins instead of venturing out to the party they’re having at the lodge. There’s plenty of you for a party, plenty of food, and plenty of warmth, especially close to the fire. The snow falls lightly outside the windows, blanketing everything around with a fresh layer of powdery flakes. It’s not supposed to get truly heavy until much later in the evening. So, you can just get dressed up and have a party with everyone that’s familiar to you. No worrying about mixing with strangers and how they’ll impact the party.

When you and Mingyu go into the kitchen to take stock of what you have and plan out the food for the day, you realize that maybe you don’t have everything that you need after all. You could actually use more food and you definitely could use some champagne to toast with. It makes sense, though, you planned to go into the lodge to ring in the new year. Your smile when Wonwoo, Jihoon, and Joshua offer to go out and do a run is immediate and wide. You hand over a list of what you need (well, you text it to all three of them just to cover your bases) and they’re off into town. That lets you turn back to the kitchen, where Mingyu and Mimi are starting on an appetizer. You’re trying to figure out what you can work on when someone clears their throat. Your heart skips a little when you look up.

“Could I talk to you for a minute?” Seungcheol asks you, face more open than you’ve seen in a while.

It makes your mouth go dry. How are you supposed to turn him down when he’s asking in front of everyone like this? Like it’s just a totally normal thing to ask? All you can do is nod and avoid looking at anyone else around you. Just nod and follow him into a smaller side room off the main living area.

“Thanks,” he says when they stop walking.

“What was I supposed to do? Make a scene?” you ask.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know how else to ask you to talk,” he admits.

“I heard you,” you say, cutting across his words. He looks confused. “Last night? I heard you talking to Wonwoo. I left my charger in here and came back to get it.”

“Oh,” is all he says.

“Oh?” you repeat.

“I wanted to actually tell you, not have you overhear me talking through things with someone else,” he says, mouth turned down like he’s upset.

“Then you should have just talked to me,” you press.

“I couldn’t! You won’t talk to me,” he says defensively.

“Not this weekend. A year ago, when it all happened,” you say quietly.

“I know,” he says. You expect him to look annoyed or defeated, but he only looks sincere. “I knew the moment you walked out that I fucked up and I’m so sorry. I’ve tried a hundred times since then to just talk to you, but the words never felt right.”

“Cheol,” you plead. You’ve been waiting a year to hear this. Except, you finally feel like you’re starting to move past it all and this is only making it confusing.

“Just, you don’t have to say anything, I just want you to hear me out,” Seungcheol pleads. “I know I have absolutely no right to ask you that, but I’m asking anyway.”

“Okay,” you say, barely above a whisper.

“I fucked up. I knew I did when you walked out, but it took me a while to realize just how bad. I didn’t just drive a partner away, I drove someone away that got through all my walls in a way nobody else ever has. I drove away the person that made me feel comfortable, that supported me even when I was being an idiot, that constantly showed up for me. I was afraid that I didn’t deserve you and always jealous of everyone else that paid attention to you. I thought one day you were gonna wake up and realize that there were better people out there that were less, I don’t know, emotionally closed off. I didn’t realize until way too late that you knew exactly what you brought to the table and what you deserved, but you picked me. I didn’t realize that it’s the only thing I ever needed, was you seeing all of me and picking me anyway,” Seungcheol says.

“I don’t, that’s…” you trail off and shake your head to clear it. You’re trying to find the words when Nayeon pokes her head in.

“Hey, I’m so sorry to butt in, but Mimi just kicked me out of the kitchen. I was only offering because Mingyu said he needed help,” Nayeon says. “I think they need you.”

“Oh, um,” you start, kind of like a deer in headlights.

“You should go help him. I don’t want everyone hating me for keeping you from helping Mingyu,” Seungcheol says with a light chuckle at complete odds with the situation.

“Thank you,” Nayeon says with a smile as she grabs your arm to whisk you away.

“Does Mingyu actually need me?” you ask.

“Huh? Yeah, he does,” Nayeon laughs. “I wasn’t trying to save you, you’re good enough at that on your own.”

“I don’t buy that,” you say, pulling both of you to a halt. Nayeon rolls her eyes.

“Fine, maybe I heard what he said to Wonwoo last night from Joshua and maybe I want you to at least consider what he has to say,” Nayeon admits. “I liked you together, sue me.”

“I just might,” you grumble, heading off to help Mingyu in the kitchen without Nayeon in tow.

After dinner, you and Mingyu insist that you’re not getting anything, for anyone, for the rest of the night. And probably into tomorrow. Mimi got distracted part way through and disappeared for entirely too long with Jihoon. Which would be fine, but there were a lot of people to cook for and you needed all the help you could get. Joshua popped in and out, thankfully, but it was still tiring. The perk has been that you actually haven’t had to lift a finger since. Your drink stays full and someone is always willing to get you something to eat. That lets you settle in to play a game with the group.

The TV in the background steadily counts down as it gets closer to midnight. Occasionally, the performance draws your attention to watch. Mostly, you’re just drinking entirely too much. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of your brain, you know that you’re just trying to avoid thinking about everything Seungcheol said. Or trying to avoid thinking how good he looks tonight. It’s hard to stop yourself from lingering on the way his shirt clings to his chest. Has he been working out even more? Or the way his pants stretch tight across his thighs. Not for the first time, you shake your head to clear it, recross your legs, and focus on whatever game it is you’re playing. Ignore the look Wonwoo gives you from his place next to you. He certainly hasn’t missed your looks. (And nobody else really has, either, except for Jun. But, that’s just Jun for you.)

Everyone sets aside the games when it gets closer to midnight, milling around with varying amounts of energy instead of sitting still. You realize, even with any awkwardness from Seungcheol being there, you can’t think of anyone else you’d rather ring in a new year with. Surrounded by all of your favorite people, what else could anyone ask for? Well, except maybe a New Year’s kiss. As if on cue, your glance drifts over to Seungcheol. It’s a little surprising to find he’s already looking at you, smiling softly. It sends a surge of emotion through you to think of all the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. When you turn away to take a sip of your drink, you find it’s empty. With midnight rapidly approaching, you really need a refill on the champagne. You’re about to go do that when a voice breaks into your thoughts.

“Here,” he says.

You turn to look at Seungcheol, now very firmly in your space, holding out a new glass of champagne. “Thanks.”

“I just noticed you were almost empty and figured you’d want it,” he offers.

“Yeah, I should make sure this one lasts,” you chuckle out.

The host on TV announces that there’s only a minute left. Everyone around you starts talking excitedly or getting closer to their partners, if they have them. Jokingly, you told Wonwoo that he would be your New Year’s kiss. Now, that’s the last thing on your mind. Seungcheol hovers close by. When you look over at him, though, his eyes are on the TV, counting down along with the host when it gets to ten seconds.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Everyone shouts together and starts clinking glasses. Hugging their friends or kissing their partners. Your body makes the decision for you when you turn to the man next to you and cheers his glass. As he starts to turn away, you grab his arm and pull him into you. Press your lips against his before either of you can figure out what’s happening. He recovers from his surprise quickly and wraps his free arm around your waist to pull you against his chest. It’s familiar and also somehow completely new at the same time.

Breathless. That’s what you feel when you pull away and cheers with other friends. You throw your arms around Nayeon and press a kiss to Wonwoo’s cheek. Pointedly ignore any looks or raised eyebrows about your decision to kiss your ex in a room full of all your friends. It’s fine. Everyone is doing fine. You’re definitely thankful that someone suggests a game and you can all go back to celebrating without talking about the elephant in the room. A very different elephant than when you first got to the cabins.

There’s another massive difference, too. Instead of sitting on the fringes or carefully leaving space, Seungcheol plops down right next to you. Lets his arm rest along the back of the couch. His arm isn’t around you, but it could be with the slightest adjustment. Several of your friends look at you with the question in their eyes. You avoid all of them, like the true adult you are, and focus, instead, on the warmth of Seungcheol’s thigh when it presses into yours. Actually, you avoid drinking any more, either. The whole night has been a little confusing (read: a lot confusing) and you don’t need an alcohol haze adding to that. It doesn’t escape your notice that he stops drinking as well.

When you start to get a little tired, you excuse yourself to the kitchen, claiming you need a snack and don’t know what you want. A minute later, Seungcheol appears on the other side of the island. Leaning casually against it like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Like he hasn’t sent your entire world into a spiral. Like he’s not still one of the hottest people you’ve ever seen in your life.

“So, uh, I don’t wanna assume anything…” he starts and you hold up a hand.

“I’m going to excuse myself in a minute to go to bed. Give it a few minutes and then come to my room,” you say, walking around him without waiting for a response.

When you tell the group that you’re going to turn in for the night, you do your best not to meet anyone’s eyes. You’re not naive enough to think you’re fooling anyone. Not that you even want to. It’s just, well, you want this time to figure out what’s happening. It’s a little hard to do that when you know everyone’s eyes are on the two of you. There’s the tiniest bit of you holding onto the hope that you can pass it off as you being overwhelmed by the kiss at midnight. Like you didn’t just tell him to meet you in your room.

Back in your room, you shrug off your jacket and sit down on the bed. The seconds seem to drag by waiting for him to show up. For a second, you wonder if he’s actually going to show up at all. You stop those thoughts in their tracks. He had a lot to say and he kissed you back. Then, he spent the rest of the night pressed up close to you. He’s going to show up. Before you can spiral further, there’s a knock at the door. You’re halfway to the door when it opens a crack and Seungcheol peeks his head inside.

“Can I come in?” he asks, looking unsure for the first time since before you kissed him.

“I did ask you to come to my room,” you joke.

“I was a little surprised,” he admits.

“Me too,” you agree.

He shuts the door behind him, allowing you to really look at him for the first time all weekend. To take in his appearance, as he removes his jacket, without any other eyes on your. Or anyone analyzing the interaction. To just appreciate the man you fell in love with. His hair is a little shaggy and blond, a color you don’t remember seeing on him before. He catches you looking, but instead of a smirk, there’s only a smile. Hopeful and genuine. It’s a little overwhelming to have him in your space. To know you need to talk. To know there’s so much to work through.

Instead, in the only move you can think of, you close the distance, wrapping your arms around his middle. He doesn’t even miss a beat. Just wraps his arms around you, erasing any last bit of space between you. It feels calm, familiar. Like no time has passed. Like you’re not different people now. He kisses the top of your head, so soft you think it might shatter any resolve you have left.

“I’m sorry I kissed you in front of everyone without talking to you,” you mumble into his shirt.

“I’m not,” he quickly reassures you.

“I really fucking want to kiss you again,” you admit, still talking into his shirt rather than looking at him.

“Then,” he starts, moving a hand to tilt your chin up, “what are you waiting for?”

“We probably should talk,” you say.

“You’re right,” he sighs.

Except, do you really want to talk right now? Do you really want to stop yourself from kissing him again? You stopped drinking so your head would be clear enough to make this decision. You’re just a little sick of overthinking everything this weekend. Sensing the indecision, Seungcheol presses a feather light kiss to your lips. Enough to make the decision, while also being light enough that you could easily pull away.

You do, just for a second. “Fuck it, let’s talk tomorrow.”

Your lips crash back against Seungcheol’s, hungry and desperate, arms wrapped around his neck. It makes him tilt down a little so that you can press against him. There’s no hesitation on his end, either. You find yourself wondering if he was always this good at kissing or if he’s gotten better since you broke up. Or maybe it just means more the second time around. When he picks you up, you gasp into the kiss. Wrap your legs around his waist to feel a little steadier. Not that you think he would ever let you fall. It’s easier than you expected to fall back into this kind of trust with him.

It’s like you both want to go fast, yet also take your time. Seungcheol deposits you on the bed, then takes his time removing your shoes. Toes his off a little more quickly. You go to remove some of your layers, only to have his hands stop you. He’s so slow, removing the sheer top with painstaking care. Kissing along your skin as he exposes it. The amount of attention makes you squirm. You’re prepared for something quick and dirty. Something more like a one-night stand. You’re not prepared for him to worship your body as he exposes more of your skin. Part of you feels really exposed, because he’s still fully dressed, as he carefully unhooks your bra. The way he looks at you, like you’re the only person in the world he’s ever wanted, makes your heart ache. Makes you second guess if this is right.

“We can stop. We don’t have to do this,” he whispers into your skin.

You grab his face so that you can look him in the eyes. There’s something in you that just needs to gauge him for a minute. Needs to really know what decision you’re making. There’s so much love there, so many unspoken words, so much sincerity. Maybe you’re not over him at all. Maybe he meant everything he said.

“No, I want this. Want you,” you assure him.

His eyes sparkle a little. There’s no time to dwell on it, though. His mouth is on your skin again. Kissing the spot on your neck that he knows drives you crazy. Kissing the beauty mark on your shoulder. Kissing across your collarbone. When he works his way down to your nipples, he’s not being so soft anymore. He pinches one between his fingers without warning.

“Fuck, Cheol,” you hiss.

“Too much?” he asks. You don’t need to look at him to know he’s smirking, but you do anyway. That knowing smirk sends desire coursing through you.

“You’re such a little shit,” you whine.

He pinches the same nipple again. Watches you as he flicks his tongue over the other. Actually smiles when you arch into his mouth. “You don’t seem to mind it.”

You wind your hand into his hair in response, pull a little harder than normal. He groans against your breast, sending a little vibration into your skin. “You don’t seem to mind a little pain, either.”

There’s no answer. Not that you need it. One of his hands moves down your body, mouth still focusing on your chest, until he gets to your thigh. Your skirt is bunching up around hips from squirming on the bed. “How much do you like these tights?”

You look down at the sparkly tights you bought just for the party. That you’ll probably never wear again. “I mean, they’ve got sparkles. Wasn’t planning to wear them again.”

“Good,” he says.

You’re expecting him to rip them on the spot. Instead, he returns his mouth to yours, kissing you hard, and lets a finger run over your entrance, through both tights and underwear. It’s not enough. There’s entirely too much fabric in the way. He’s teasing you, he has to be. There’s no other reason that explains this kind of torture.

“Jesus, Cheol, please,” you beg.

“What are you trying to do to me?” he groans. Seems like he still likes it when you beg for something.

In either case, he carefully rips a hole in your tights, too focused on you to figure out pulling them down. Seemingly in one motion, your underwear is pushed to the side and he’s got a finger running up your entrance. Feeling that you’re turned on from the way he’s been kissing all over your body. Thankfully, you don’t have to beg again. At least, not yet. He presses his fingers at your mouth and you suck them in eagerly. Swirl your tongue around them. He almost looks reluctant when he withdraws them to press one inside your cunt.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groans.

“Forgot how good your fingers felt,” you answer, squirming underneath him.

“Bet I could make you come just on my fingers,” he says as he adds a second one.

“Fuck,” you draw out. He’s not being gentle with you anymore. “Then you don’t get to taste me. And we both know how much you love that.”

He leans in closer, you’re assuming to kiss you. Instead, his lips find your ear. “Who says I can’t do both?”

You bite down on your fist to keep from screaming out when he thrusts faster. Try your best to hold on when his thumb brushes over your clit. All you want is to prove him wrong. Prove that you can hold on and that you’re not putty in his hands. Except, your body remembers. It remembers just how good he makes you feel. Remembers how well he knows what makes you crazy. Nobody has ever known your body like him. And it’s a little annoying. With his fingers inside you, it’s easy to realize that nobody feels as good as him. You could never get yourself off like he could.

It’s an embarrassingly short time before you’re coming on his fingers, fighting not to scream out. Trying anything you can not to make it more obvious just why you decided it was time to head to bed. Seungcheol guides you through the high as you fall back into the bed, sinking deeper into the mattress. After a moment, you prop yourself up to watch him remove his shirt. You’re no longer the only one that’s overexposed. Then again, you don’t feel exposed being half naked around him. It only feels comfortable. Once he removes his shirt, he moves back to your body. Actually takes the time to remove your tights and underwear now. His breath ghosts across your cunt. That action alone is enough to send a little shiver through your body. You’re definitely sensitive.

Seungcheol positions himself between your legs and looks up when you suck in a breath. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

He’s so pretty like this. You’ve always thought that. Pushing his hair out of his eyes and looking up at you from underneath his lashes like he’s never seen anyone more beautiful in his life. So caring. The little bit of caution you get from him in the middle of him ruining you. You clear your throat to remember he asked you a question. “Yes, Cheol. With you, always.”

It’s immediately more honest than either of you are expecting. Instead of breaking the moment, though, it seems to spur him on. The kind smile dissipates into something much more confident. He spreads you open and looks up for a last time before his tongue licks a strip up your entrance. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been since the last time he was between your legs, your entire body remembers. It’s like muscle memory. The way your back arches. The way your hand knots in his hair. The way the praises fall from your lips. You’re sensitive. So fucking sensitive. And he knows. It’s always been one of his favorite things with you. Pushing you to the edge and then over again.

“God, I forgot how fucking good you taste,” he says when he takes a breath.

“Well maybe, fuckkkk,” you start before cutting out.

For once, he’s not a demon. He doesn’t ask what you were about to stay. Just keeps alternating between fucking his tongue into you and sucking your clit into his mouth. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire. When his nose bumps against your clit as he’s buried deep in your pussy, you lose it again. Come all over his tongue and his face. Come harder than you remember coming in a really long time. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything.

By the time the last shock works through your body, he’s laying next to you on the bed. You can’t help it. You have to lean over and kiss him. Want to taste yourself on his lips. It’s almost like you need that to know this is all real. That it’s all happening and it’s not just some weird, horny dream. (It’s not like that would be a first, either. You’ll never admit it, but you’ve thought a lot about him since you broke up. Especially when you were horny and needed a release. That’s your business, though.)

“Fuck, Cheol,” you utter when you pull away from the kiss.

“I’ve missed hearing my name on your lips,” he admits. “Specially when you call me Cheol.”

“I’ve missed saying it,” you share, equally honest.

You’re a little weak already. It’s hard to imagine what tomorrow is going to be like. But, you move down the bed anyway. Seungcheol tracks you with his eyes as you position to undo his pants. He moves his hips up to help you pull both his pants and briefs down. His stare as you pull your skirt down and discard it at the side of the bed is almost possessive. It sends something through your body.

It’s your turn to remind him that he’s not the only one who remembers. You also remember just what drives him crazy and just how to get him going. You remember every place he likes to be kissed. So, you start there. Run your lips along every part of his body, like you’re committing him to memory again. As if you could ever forget anything about him. You delight in the sounds you pull from him just with your kisses. Maybe he knows, though, that you’re working your way down.

“So hard just from getting me off,” you comment.

“Because I know that nobody can make you come like I can and it’s fucking hot,” he answers.

It’s the same answer he’s always given and something about the familiarity makes you bolder. Even though you know there’s a conversation for tomorrow, it feels like the easiest thing you’ve ever done. You take his dick in your hand, run a finger over the tip and feel a little bit of the precum there. When you lick a stripe up the underside of his shaft, he shudders. Closes his eyes for a second before they snap back open to watch you. He’s always been like this. Always wanting to watch. This time is no different as you slowly take him into your mouth. You know he wants to fuck into your face, know you’d let him. But, you’re thankful he doesn’t. Even if you remember, he’s still big and thick inside your mouth. You need the time to get used to him. Once you do, though, you start to bob. Slowly, at first, before you let him take control. Relax your throat and let him find purchase in your hair. Encourage him to jerk his hips up as you keep your eyes on him as much as possible. You know how much it drives him crazy, even as the tears form and you gag a little

“Fuck,” Seungcheol utters.

He pulls you off his cock and up to his face so that he can kiss you. This is your favorite version of him. When he’s needy and desperate and completely putty in your hands. Like he can’t possibly imagine being anywhere that you aren’t. It’s when you know that you’re not crazy, that he’s just as far gone for you as you are for him.

“I really need to fuck you,” he says. His lips are swollen from kissing you and his pupils are completely blown. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom on me.”

“It’s fine, I’m still on the pill and I haven’t been with anyone since you,” you say.

That seems to catch him off guard. “You haven’t?”

“No,” you answer.

“I haven’t either,” he admits.

“Then, we’re fine. I trust you,” you tell him.

“Thank god, I really miss being inside you,” he breathes out.

“Think you just miss me,” you grumble as you reposition to straddle his lap.

“You and that smartass mouth of yours,” he retorts.

“I’m about to ride you, Seungcheol, and you just fucked my smartass mouth. So, maybe, pipe down,” you warn him.

This has always been your dynamic, swapping back and forth for who’s in control. As much as he says he likes control, you know he likes giving it up to you just as much. You know that he hasn’t ever let anyone else be in control apart from you. He looks up at you as you position yourself over him. There was a time when you hated this position. Felt really self conscious about how you must look from this angle. The second you admitted it to him, he was quick with his praise. Assuring you that you’re beautiful to him and there’s nothing to worry about.

He stops you before you lower yourself onto him. Puts his fingers in your mouth again and you obey without a second thought. Then, he runs his fingers along your entrance. Slides a finger in before quickly adding a second. It’s an awkward angle, but you get what he’s trying to do. Appreciate that he wants to make sure you’re at least a little prepped. When he pulls his fingers out, you’re only a little embarrassed at the moan that slips through your lips. If you completely ignore the smirk that he throws your way, well, who can blame you? The smirk is gone a second later when you finally lower yourself onto him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans.

You know him so well. You know his instinct is to buck his hips up into you. You know it’s hard for him to let you adjust. But, you also know that he wants to be gentle, even if it’s just for a moment.

“I forgot how good you felt, jesus fuck,” you moan out.

“Please, I need to feel you move,” he begs. It’s nice, when he’s the one to beg for something.

And who are you to deny him anything he asks for when he sounds so pretty asking? You do move, entirely too slowly. You need to find your rhythm, though. Need to find some place to anchor your hands. They settle on his chest, at first, and you actually can’t believe how much muscle he has there. He’s always liked to work out. Always wanted to be in shape. This is even more than that. You’re still appreciating the way his chest feels when he grabs one of your hands. Without a word, he moves it to his neck.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

He nods. It’s been awhile since you choked him, even lightly, but it turns you on. It’s easy to see that it turns him on, too. As you apply a little bit of pressure, his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips. You do everything that you can to pick up the pace. To move faster on top of him. It doesn’t take very long until he’s planting his feet so that he can set the pace. He takes over the rhythm and it gets a lot harder. Bodies slapping together with each movement.

“Fuck, Cheol,” you say, trying not to scream.

You move your hand from his neck so that you have a better grip. He’s moving too fast for you to feel comfortable that you won’t press too hard into his neck. It’s insane, you know that it’s insane, but you already feel like you’re getting close again. You start to clench around Seungcheol, making the stretch feel that much more intense.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come if you do that,” he groans.

“Then do it,” you force out. “Wanna feel it inside me.”

“Jesus,” he groans.

Everything happens so fast. You can feel him everywhere and your body is on fire. He’s still fucking hard into you, but he’s also rubbing your clit. Helping you get there with him. Somehow, he doesn’t seem to realize you’re already on the verge of your third orgasm. Oversensitive and overstimulated. Your body starts to shake and it’s hard to keep yourself upright on top of him.

“Fuck, Cheol, I’m coming,” you hiss out.

“I’m about to come too, fuck,” he answers.

His thrusts get a lot more erratic and you feel him let loose inside you. You feel the way he moves to try and support you even while he’s working through his own release. When he stills, you collapse forward onto his chest. Breaths shallow and heavy. Your whole body’s exhausted, yet so happy at the same time. Carefully, you pull yourself off him. You’re sure a little bit of cum slides out with the loss of his cock inside you. Not that you care.

It’s several minutes of silence. Seungcheol lays on his back and you’re on your side next to him. It might be a mark of how much he really did miss you that he doesn’t flinch when you start tracing patterns onto his stomach. It’s not like you just stop being ticklish. Eventually, you realize you need to get up. The last thing you want is to go to bed crusty.

“Come on, I got lucky and I have an attached bathroom,” you say when you get up off the bed. You reach a hand to him and smile when he takes it without question.

It’s quiet again as you help clean each other up. A comfortable kind of quiet. The way it used to be. This is another favorite of yours with him. Aftercare has always been his thing. No matter how rough he is with you in bed, he’s impossibly gentle when he cleans you up. It makes your heart ache a little because you’re so fond. It’s a weird mix of feelings.

“We should sleep in my room tonight,” he says.

“We’re already here,” you point out.

“With sheets that are probably soaked,” he teases back.

“What are the chances we can get to your room without being seen?” you wonder.

He shrugs. “It’s late. Probably better than the chances nobody heard us.”

Your cheeks flush a little. Sure, you definitely tried to be quiet. You’ll have to wait until the morning to see if you succeeded.

“Come on, my room has a door to the outside,” he says.

So, you follow. You put your layers back on and grab something to sleep in. And you don’t actually see anyone before you’re safely tucked away in his room. That night, falling asleep tangled up in Seungcheol, is the best night of sleep you’ve gotten in a long time.

Morning comes and brings with it the need for an actual conversation. As you stretch in bed, you appreciate the soreness in your body with a smile. Anything you’re feeling now is surely worth it. That is, until you realize you’re in bed alone. Dread creeps in. Could last night really have meant something different to Seungcheol than it did to you? Did you just make a massive mistake? You’re starting to wonder if you’re only going to break your own heart this time, with nobody else to blame, when the bedroom door opens. Seungcheol steps inside with a thermos and a bag that looks like it might have some of the pastries Wonwoo brought back from the store yesterday.

“You’re awake,” he says with a smile. He sets down the thermos and removes his jacket to hang it up.

“I was worried you’d left,” you admit when he finishes taking off his shoes and sits next to you. His face looks hurt for a second before it settles.

“No, I just went to get coffee and figure out what we were walking into before you got up,” he says.

“And?” you prompt.

He pulls out a pastry and hands it over. “Nayeon asked where I slept last night and if I knew where you were. I don’t think she heard anything, but who knows with her? Wonwoo wasn’t in the main area, so I don’t know. They said they all knew I was following you, though.”

“Guess we can’t really avoid it,” you joke.

You’re expecting him to smile, too. Instead, his face is serious. “Do you want to? Avoid it, I mean.”

It makes you serious. Maybe a little too honest. “I don’t want to get hurt again.”

“I don’t expect you to believe me, not right away, but I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” he says and takes your hands in his. “If you give me another chance, I’m never letting you walk away from me again. I’ll prove that I’m worth everything you give me.”

“You’ve always been worth it, Cheol,” you tell him.

“I realize that now,” he agrees. “I also realize it’s up to you to know what you deserve and what you want. That wasn’t ever my decision to make and I’m really sorry for doing that to you.”

“It hurt, for sure, but not having you around hurts so much worse,” you admit. It’s hard to meet his eyes, even though you know you’re safe.

“It hurts so fucking bad. I hate it. Last year was the worst year of my life,” he says.

“You got a massive promotion, though! Wonwoo told me,” you say.

“This is going to sound so cheesy, but I’m done caring. That promotion didn’t mean shit without you being there to share it with,” he shares with you.

“I guess we’ll have to celebrate it this year,” you say.

His face lights up. “Really?”

“I want to give us another chance. I don’t think either of us are over it,” you acknowledge. “Last night aside, I want to take it slow. I want to take our time instead of rushing in like we did the first time around. I want to get it right this time.”

He nods immediately. “We can go as slow as you want. I mean it. I’m not letting you go again.”

“Good, because I don’t think we should wait to see if the third time’s the charm,” you joke.

“I’m glad I came this year,” he says as he grabs the thermos.

“Me too,” you agree.

It’s funny, you think, how someone can feel so familiar and yet so new at the same time. Seungcheol feels like home, like your favorite sweater, or like curling up with a book by the fire in winter. But, he feels entirely new, too. Like maybe you both changed over the past year. Maybe you both grew into the people you needed to be to love each other better. To love each other right. Later, you’ll have to break the bubble and face your friends. Right now, though, you can just appreciate that this silly little cabin trip brought you peace.

this was a lot of fun to write and i hope you liked it 💕

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pick me up - Matt Sturniolo

summary: you get heavily rejected at a house party, matt comes to pick you up while you're in tears.

contains: !bestfriend matt, fluff, sfw, swearing.

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blaring music rang through my ears as i pushed through the crowd of people, coming face to face with the boy ive had ny eyes on since the 8th grade.

"hey, didn't expect to see you here!" i say chirpily, gripping the red solo cup in my hand as my knuckles turn white. he looks me up and down "well obviously im here its my fucking houseparty" he says blankly, i feel the tips of my ears go red as all of his friends stare at me.

"oh, must've forgot." i say nervously as i look everywhere but him.

the silence grows between us as i regret not drinking more earlier, im notoriously more confident when drunk. suddenly my mouth opens.

"wanna go upstairs?" i say biting my lip and looking up at him.

all of his friends collapse into laughter, including him. "yeah.. nope, your probably the last person i'd choose. sorry." he says, turning his back to me, he laughs to his friends "who does this desperate whore think she is?" he scoffs.

i feel my eyes burn as i rush towards the front door, i swing it open "what the fuck dude" a guy yells as the door smashes into his knees. i ignore him as tears well in my eyes, i run down the front steps of the porch, theres a few people scattered in the front lawn.

the music becomes more muffled and quiet as i run farther away from the party. i take a seat on side walk reaching into my purse for my phone as my hands shake, tears stream down my cheeks as i dial matts number.

matts been my bestfriend for as long i can remember, hes the only person whos been there for me through everything, hes also the only person that would be awake at 1:30am.

the phone rings 3 times before he picks up.

"matt?" i say sniffling.

"y/n? you alright, i'm about to go to bed." he mumbles into the phone.

"please pick me up, i shared my location" i say shakily holding back tears.

"ugh. fine." he groans, clearly not noticing how upset i am.

i look up as i see matts van driving down the street, he honks twice as his van approaches me. i stand up as his car gets closer, the headlights shine right on my face, which had mascara smudged all over it. his face instantly drops as he sees mine.

he jumps out of his van and speed walks towards me "hey, hey what happened?" he says looking at me, worry spread across his face. i don't respond, i know i'll start crying if i do.

without warning he picks me up, carrying me as he opens the passenger side to his van placing me down and buckling me in.

he sits down in the driver seat and looks me in my eyes, my bottom lip quivers as i try to maintain eye contact. the lump in my throat grows as he stays silent, waiting for me to speak.

suddenly i burst into sobs, matts eyes instantly widen as he grabs my hand. tears flow down my face as ragged breaths escape my throat.

"matt i asked him if he wanted to go upstairs with me, he laughed, so did all his friends, he said.." i squeeze out in-between sobs as i throw my face into my hands

"what did he say?" matt says calmly, but i can sense his worry.

"he said i was his last choice, and i was a desperate whore." i cry.

matt stays silent for a few second "oh sweetheart.." matt says leaning over the cupholder and pulling me into a tight hug. "you wanna come home with me? i think it will be easier." he says trying to distract me and i nod.

(20 minutes later)

my tears have stopped for now, i dont want to make matt feel bad.

we pull into his driveway and he helps me out of the car, grabbing my purse and holding my hand, taking me inside. "nick and chris are asleep, so try be quiet okay?" he says softly as we walk into his room.

i bend over to take off my black heels. matt rummaged through his drawers and pulls out one of his t-shirts and some sweatpants, "you can wear these, they'll be too big but its fine." he says handing them to me.

"you didnt have to-" im cut off my a finger on my lips "its literally the bare minimum, go get dressed." he says smiling and pushing me into his bathroom.

after a few minutes, i walk out into his bedroom, he's on his phone lying in bed. "feeling better?" he says looking up at me then standing up. "yeah matt, honestly thank you." i say as he pulls back his duvet covers. he walks over to me and picks me up, launching me into his bed from a meter away, i gasp loudly as i hit the matress. matt collapses into laughter "my bad."

i catch my breath as he yanks the cover up to cover me, "wait matt where the fuck are you sleeping?" i say concerned. he walks over to me and pushes me to the side of the bed. he leaps into bed beside me, launching me a half foot into the air "are you trying to kill me matt?" i say slapping his arm as he laughs.

"go to sleep." he says pressing a kiss to my forehead before laying down beside me.

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clxja16 · 1 year

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Does He Know

part three

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Genre: forbidden relationship

Warnings: smut, swearing, angst

Word Count: 1.7K+

Author's Note: okay I seen you guys beg, I was working on a part three before I actually decided to post it, so this came out fast. but once again you guys win, and here's part three. I am really happy that you guys enjoy my writing, like idk why tho lmaoooo. anyway idk if this is what you were expecting for part three but here it is. enjoy reading <3

part I

part II

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*one year later*

You don’t find anyone that makes you feel like how Charles made you feel. You don’t find someone that sets your skin a blaze with a touch. You don’t find someone, who’s voice causes goosebumps to crawl over your skin. You don’t find someone who makes your brian go fuzzy. You don’t find someone who sends shocks through your system. In a way you’re glad that you don’t find anyone to replace Charles.

You’re in Las Vegas for the weekend, for a friend. You were out at one of the many clubs on the strip, dancing, drinking and having a grand time. That’s when you feel him come up behind you. The cologne he’s wearing is the same one from over a year ago, it makes your mind go fuzzy. His touch sets your skin ablaze. You feel your heart pound against your ribcage.

“I know you,” he whispers into your ear, sending goosebumps crawling over your skin.

You smirk at his sentiment, “I know you,” you say as you turn around to confirm your suspicions. You smile up at Charles.

The two of you stay in that moment, swaying to the music, everyone else disappears around you. Something about being so physically close to Charles has you forgetting everything. It doesn’t take long before the two of you are leaving the club, hand in hand. You don’t even waste time trying to find your friends to make up an excuse about why you’re heading out. Charles stops at his table with his friends, he doesn’t explain anything and just says he’s leaving.

The two of you get the first car back to his hotel. The car ride back to the hotel is filled with rushed kisses, and busy hands. You swear the driver tries to take a peek a few times, but Charles takes all your attention so that you don’t have the time to scold the driver. When you guys pull up to the hotel, you get out of the car first, Charles hangs back to tip the driver. You swear you hear him say something along the lines of ‘in your dreams mate.’

You don’t have a chance to dwell on what Charles might have said, as he drags you across the lobby and into the first elevator that opens. As soon as the doors to the elevator shut, Charles is pushing you up against the wall, pressing his lips against yours. It takes everything in you to not jump Charles right there in that elevator.

When the elevator does go off to signal that you arrived at the floor, you pull away first. Charles takes a deep breath, before picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder, and exiting onto the floor. Charles takes long strides to make it back to his hotel room, your giggles bounce off the walls as you dangle over Charles’ shoulder. The entire situation causes your giggles to be never ending.

When you finally enter the hotel room, Charles throws you down on the plush bed. He stands at the end of the bed, clearly impatient, clearly hot and bothered. The sight of his pants has the proudest smirk play itself on your lips. You spread your legs, your dress riding up just slightly to welcome him. You pull at his shirt, bringing him down to kiss you. Charles kisses you intensely, as his hand pushes your dress further up your body. He moves his hands to feel your core, you gasp at his fingers brushing against you.

“So wet, and all I did was kiss you,” Charles says with a cocky smirk. You don’t bother with answering him, instead just pulling him for another kiss. Charles shoves his fingers between your panties and you, gliding between your folds. You moan into your kisses with Charles, you missed how his fingers felt inside of you. You missed his voice, his scent, his hands, his arms, you missed all of him.

Charles pumps his fingers in and out of you at a steady but fast pace. He brings you back to that beloved cliff once again. You even missed how he made you cum, no one could bring this out of you like him. Charles moves his kisses down to your neck, you feel him suck on that one sweet spot, pushing you over the edge.

You’re not Arthur’s girlfriend anymore. You don’t belong to anybody anymore. Charles is free to mark you how he sees fit. And he marks you. He leaves hickeys where he kisses. He leaves them on your neck for the world to see. He leaves them on your breast for only you and him to see. He leaves one on the back of your shoulder for only himself to see. He marks you as his, even if it's only for the night.

Charles could spend the whole night marking your body with hickeys, but you don’t allow him, pulling him back to your lips. You pull off whatever clothes you're left wearing, you put on a little show for Charles. Charles enjoys your little show, it makes him want you more than ever, even though he doesn’t know how that's possible. He doesn’t argue. After you're done, Charles doesn’t put on a show for you. Instead pull off whatever he’s wearing. He rushes with his movements, he’s impatient but so are you.

He settles himself between your legs, pushing into you. He is a gentleman at the end of the day, so he pushes into you slowly. He waits for your signal that it’s okay to move, and when you do give the signal, he moves slowly. He follows your lead in this moment, until you utter that one word. “Faster, please Charles,” your voice comes out as a breathy whimper. And Charles moves faster. He doesn’t worry about how loud you’ll be this time. He doesn’t worry about your cries or your moans.

He relishes in the sounds you make, it’s music to his ears. He enjoys listening to you moan. Charles lifts one of your legs, placing your ankle on his shoulder. You feel all of him, so much deeper inside of you. “God, I missed you,” Charles says inbetween pants.

Charles fingers find your clit, rubbing soft circles. You feel your toes curl as Charles shoves you over the edge and fills you with pleasure in all the best ways possible. He doesn’t stop there, and he’s nowhere near stopping. Even after you cum, Charles keeps going. You don’t understand how his stamina is holding up, but it does.

You lay in the bed, wrapped around Charles with only a thin sheet, left. The two of you enjoy laying together, he begins to tell you about his race in Vegas. You tell him what you’re doing in Vegas. You explain what you’ve been doing in the year since the last time you saw him. The two of you talk like old friends catching up.

Charles orders room service for the two of you. You both shower together while waiting for the food to be brought up. When the two of you finish, the food is there waiting for you. Charles sits across from you with just a towel wrapped around his waist. You sit on the other with just one of the plush bathrobes on. The two of you tell stories while you dine over, overpriced food and drinks.

As the evening dwells on, the conversation begins to slow down. It weighs on your mind, and you don’t even know if you should ask. You’re not even sure if you want the answer, you don’t think you deserve the answer, but you still ask. You ask, because you know you need to talk about it. “How's Arthur?” you ask with a pause, you take notice of how Charles tenses at your question.

Charles turns his head, he doesn’t look at you when he answers, “he’s been good, met a good girl.” Charles doesn’t know if he should say more. He doesn’t know if he should tell you that Arthur spent the first month after the break up trying to figure out who the other guy was. He doesn’t know if you want to know about the countless women Arthur slept with after you. He doesn’t know if he should mention the endless conversation about Arthur wondering why he wasn’t good enough for you. He doesn’t know if he should be completely honest or not.

“And Charlotte?”

“We broke up,” Charles says, turning his attention back to you, he doesn’t miss how your ears perk up at the mention of the break up. He doesn’t miss the small glint in your eyes, the hope. He wants to tell you more. He wants to tell you that he ended it with Charlotte, as soon as you ended it with Arthur. He wants to tell you that he ended it for you.

“I’m sorry,” you feel obligated to apologize, even though the words leave a bitter taste in your mouth. It would be a lie to say that you weren’t happy with the news that Charles was single.

“It was bound to happen,” Charles says, as he watches the small amount of hope you had disappear.

“Does she know now?” You ask, you wonder if the answer will change.

“No,” Charles swears on his life, he will take this secret, you, with him to the grave.

“Does he know now?” You didn’t tell Arthur the full truth, not for Arthur’s sake but for Charles. You can’t imagine the kind of riff a secret like this would put on their relationship.

“No,” Charles answers honestly. He doesn’t plan on ever telling Arthur what he did; he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if Arthur ever found out.

“We can never really be with each other Charles,” you speak bluntly, you break your own heart with your words. You know it to be the truth, but that doesn’t mean you like the truth.

“I know,” Charles says, he doesn’t look at you anymore, as he pushes the food around his plate. He knows what you’re saying is the truth, but that doesn’t mean he likes it either.

“Even if Arthur knew everything, it wouldn’t be right,” you feel tears falling from your eyes.

“I know,” Charles says as he looks up at you, he watches you wipe away the fresh tears. “But for tonight we can be together,” he offers you tonight, instead of a lifetime.

“For tonight,” you say, as you move to sit in Charles' lap, resting your head against his shoulder, enjoying being close to him even if it’s only for tonight. You take tonight with him over a lifetime with anyone else.

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padfootdaredmetoo · 5 months

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Can I request a fluffy Tangerine imagine where the female reader works for Maria, but rather than being an assassin, she’s the driver of the getaway car for missions, and Tangerine has a thing for her and she picks him and Lemon up one day and Eye of the Tiger by Survivor plays on the radio and she sings along and Tangerine is shook because her voice is amazing and he didn’t know she could sing? I thought I should pick a song pretty much everyone knows, and Eye of the Tiger was the first one that popped into my head.

Hey Anon,

Thanks for waiting so long. I hope this is alright! To feel something I may have been dipping into Christmas music and it may have bled into this fic. My apologies.

Warnings: FLUFF

“Fifty bucks.” He said into the phone hating himself for resorting to this.

“Fifty bucks off a two million dollar job?” Maria spoke into the phone slowly and Tan pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Fine 50K.” He sighed and quickly looked over his shoulder to see if Lemon was in earshot.

“50K?” The surprise in her voice only made him hate how stupid he was being even more.

“Give her half as a tip.” He quickly added.

“Deal. You know this is just a ride home right?” He kept his mouth shut trying to avoid being rude. Yes, he just spent 50K to sit in the car next to a girl he liked. Yes, he knew how stupid that was.

“Talk to you later Maria.” He said quickly before hanging up the phone.

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The job went off without a hitch and they were done slightly ahead of schedule. The item was secure, the dude was dead, and there was no threat of security as they stood near the front door waiting for you. He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. He was more nervous for this than he was the job itself.

“You got a drug problem?” Lemon asked in an unusually serious tone, his eyes were focused on his phone missing the way Tan’s face twisted up.

“Not at all.” He answered easily.

“You are either are back on the stuff, or you just paid 50K off your payout for….” His voice trailed off and his hand waved indicating the Tan should finish the sentence.

A black hellcat pulled up infront of the door and Tand picked up the brief case motioning for them to go.

“Dibs on shot gun.” He blurted quickly like they used to when they were kids. Lemon gave him a look that reminded him that nothing was ever lost on him. He knew that after this ride home there would be a full investigation on you, string lines connecting all the information to which Thomas the Train you would be.

He gave Lemon a stern “dont fuck this up for me” type of look and Lemon gave him a brotherly smile. They got into the car and your appearance hit him full force.

You were in your PJ’s and your hair was pulled up into a messy blob on the top of your head. A pink fluffy bathrobe encasing your slender frame.

“Howdy.”You said in a chipper voice pulling away form the curb the second the door shut. The cab of the car smelled like mint and settled into the space whishing this was a normal thing. Like they were all coming back from a party or had run to the shops for late night snacks.

“Did we catch you at a bad time?” Lemon asked eyeing her robe.

“Well, I was made an offer I couldn't refuse.” She smiled.

“It’s-” Tan started but Lemon cut him off.

“Is that so?” He said turning his gaze towards Tan.

Tan swore your cheeks got pinker at the accusation. He wanted more than anything to turn around and slap Lemon.

“Well, it’s nothing for peace of mind. Best driver there is. 95% of missions fail when leaving the site.” Tan had made that up.

“It’s an honor.” You smirked and his heart sped up. There was a moment of heavy silence and you turned the radio up. This was enough to buy him some time. He just paid 50K for a chance to ask her for a… what? A phone number? A date? Fuck. He ran a hand through his hair and looked out of the tinted glass. The city was a blur and his body gave into the familiar lurches of your fast driving. You were a part of this world, in enough danger without him so it’s not like he would be ruining your life. You always laughed at his jokes, you touched his arm that one time-

“It’s the eye of the tiger.” You sang along with the song on the radio pulling him away from his misery.

“Damn! Okay, girl.” Lemon said and he wished he could respond in some other way than to just look at you.

“Come on everyone knows this song.” You said batting a hand in the air, as you hurled the car around a corner.

“Not everyone can sing it like that.” Tan said grabbing the “oh shit handle” in the door as his body slid to the side.

“Shut up.”

“No seriously, find something harder then,” Lemon said from the backseat.

“What?” You were blushing now and focusing on the road more than you normally did. Tan reached out to the dial on the car and waited a moment for you to bat his hand away. But your hands stayed on the wheel. He spun the dial and it landed on a Christmas station.

“YES” Lemon boomed from the backseat. You let out a laugh as the sounds of Christmas by Mariah Carey filled the small car.

“Isn’t it a bit early?” You groaned and Tan felt it ripple through his body.

“Nonsense. The best part about Halloween is when it ends.” lemon said causing you to laugh.

“You boys better sing with me then.” Your eyes glanced at him and he would have done anything in that moment. You started to sing like an angel and he and Lemon mumbled along.

Sadly the ride was coming to an end as they approached the drop-off location. Lemon gave you a pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks, love. Get home safe.” He slid out of the car before you could respond. Your eyes moved to Tan’s and he knew this was his chance.

“Want to get a drink?” Your eyes went wide and a thick flush covered your cheeks.

“Maybe not like this.” You said gesturing to your PJs and he felt stupid for asking. “Unless you mind my place? The owner is pretty lax about the dress code.”

“Is that so?” He said cocking an eyebrow. You both held each other's gaze for a moment till Lemon tapped on the glass. Without breaking eye contact he lowered the window and handed the case to Lemon.

“Oi, go easy on him.” Lemon winked at you before heading up the stairs.

“My place it is then.” You smiled and reached across to lace your fingers in his.

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lnfours · 10 months

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sideline (two) | t.h

summary -> tom holland: the name thats always floating around campus, and for good reason. he’s the captain of the hockey team, he’s good looking, and he’s always caught up in an off and on again relationship with the president of the sorority. that’s where you come in. you two had made a deal to make your exes jealous, but we all know how fake relationships end.

wc -> a short but also sweet 2k

warnings -> mentions of family loss, language, fluff, all the feels, toms the best fake bf idk...

🎵 spotify playlist | 📖 prev/next chapter | 📂 masterlist

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it had been a week since you and tom had started ‘dating’. it was working out well and people started believing in it whenever they’d see the way you’d both put on a show in front of others. and when sarah and mia had questioned what was going on, they both happily squealed at your response.

now you sat on your bed, scrolling through different social medias to pass the time until you felt tired enough to go to bed. you stopped your scrolling process when a messages notification popped up at the top of your screen.

tom hey, you busy?

you clicked on it, the screen brightening as your fingers tapped against the keyboard.

y/n not really, just trying to make myself tired why? something wrong?

you watched as the ‘read’ popped up under your blue message. the bubble with three little dots popped up on his end.

tom can’t sleep lol and i’m kinda craving some ice cream wanna join?

you smiled, typing out a response.

y/n sure!

tom cool :) i’ll pick u up in 10?

y/n sounds good :)

you got up out of bed and threw on a hoodie overtop of your tank top, grabbing some socks and shoes before heading downstairs quietly. the two other girls were already asleep, getting their rest in before their 8ams in the morning.

you grabbed your wallet and house key out of your purse, watching as a car pulled into the driveway. you quietly opened the front door, stepping outside and locking it behind you before making your way to the passenger side of his car.

“hey,” you smiled, getting in. he smiled back at you.

“hey,” he looked over at your hoodie, “you like the bruins?”

you looked down at your hoodie, “oh, it was my dad’s. hockey was his favorite sport.”

he nodded, pulling out the driveway. he handed you his phone that was unlocked, “you can choose the music if you want to.”

you clicked on the spotify icon on his phone, going through his liked songs playlist. you let out a soft laugh, clicking on the one direction song towards the top of the playlist, “you like one direction?”

he smiled back over at you from the driver’s side, “hell yeah! some of their songs are catchy.”

you shook your head, still smiling as you looked out the window. you couldn't explain it, but something about being with tom made you feel comfortable. everything about him made you feel like you could tell him anything and everything, talk for hours about whatever crossed your minds.

he looked over at you, “you alright?”

you turned back to the brunette, a content smile on your face, “yeah, sorry. just thinking.”

“about?”

you shrugged, “just about life, i guess?”

he pulled into a space in the parking lot, “talk over some ice cream?”

you nodded, the two of you getting out of the car. you both walked up to the order window, placing your order. when you went to pay, he pushed your arm aside.

“no, i’ve got it.”

“nope, this was my idea. let me.”

you huffed, sending him a look as the cashier smiled at the both of you, “i remember when my husband and i were your age. it was always an argument whenever it’d be time to pay.”

you both let out a soft laugh, smiling at the woman. he fished a few dollar bills out of his wallet, sticking them in the ‘tips’ cup propped up in the window. she smiled at him again.

“here you go, hun,” she said, handing him his card back before looking over at you, “he’s a keeper, sweetie.”

you smiled, “can’t argue with that.”

he playfully rolled his eyes at you, the two of you thanking the older woman before stepping to the pickup window. once the two of you had your ice cream in your hand, he led you back to the car. this time, he opened the door for you.

“putting on a show for that woman, huh?”

he laughed, shaking his head, “shut up and get in the car.”

you laughed back at him, sitting down on the leather seat before he closed the car door. he made his way around to the other side, closing the door.

“so,” he said after a little while, your ice cream almost finished as the condensation on the cup soaked through the napkins in your hand, “tell me everything i need to know about you.”

you hummed, taking the plastic spoon out of your mouth, “like what?”

“your favorite color, favorite song, about your hometown, parents,” he shrugged, “what cringey phase you went through in middle school,” you chuckled as he smiled, “seriously, anything.”

you sighed, “well, i don’t have a favorite color or a favorite song, there’s just too many options for both of those things,” he nodded, “uhm, born and raised in boston, i don’t really plan on leaving, either.. and i definitely went through an emo phase in middle school.”

he smirked, “i can picture that,” he said, “what about your parents?”

you bit down on your lower lip, putting your ice cream cup in your lap, “well, it’s just me and my grandmother. my mom wasn’t in the picture, and my dad passed when i was 15. ever since then, it’s just been me and her.”

his expression softened, “im so sorry.”

you waved him off, sending him a tight lipped smile, “it’s okay.”

he shook his head, “i can’t imagine,” he put his ice cream trash in the cupholder of the car, “i mean, i was wondering about your word choice earlier when i asked about the sweatshirt, but i just didn’t expect-”

“tom,” you placed your hand on his arm to keep him from rambling apologies, “it’s okay. really.”

his eyes met yours and you smiled softly, “sorry.”

you playfully rolled your eyes, “stop apologizing!”

he put his hands up in fake surrender, “okay, okay!”

you both chuckled as a comfortable silence washed over the two of you. you decided to be the one to break it, “what about you?”

he hummed before answering, “well, my favorite color is blue, favorite song changes but currently it’s ‘take me where your heart is’ by q, because unlike someone i know, i can pick.”

you playfully swatted at his arm, “fuck off.”

he smiled, leaning back in his seat, “uhm, what else… oh, born and raised in london, i’ve got three younger brothers, two of them are twins. i’m hoping to go pro with hockey, and uhm… i was a theater kid in middle school.”

“okay, being a theater kid is kinda dope,” you argued, “props to them, they have more talent than i have.”

he nodded, “yeah, it was a fun time.”

“what about your parents?” you asked and you watched him shift in his seat, unsure on wether or not he should talk about it. you gave him a reassuring smile, egging him on to talk about them.

“they’re y’know, parents,” he said, “my mom’s more supportive about other stuff, and my dad pushes me to play hockey like he did in college, wants me to be better than he was.”

“your dad played hockey?”

“yeah, back in the 90s,” he shrugged, “never made it pro, though. so i guess he’s trying to live through me to get the life he wanted.”

“is that how you ended up in boston?”

he nodded, “yeah, best school with the best hockey team. didn’t have much of a choice.” he looked back over at you, “what about you, though? what’re your plans for after graduation?”

you shrugged, “haven’t really gotten there yet. i’m hoping to land a internship with a book publishing company here in the city by the end of spring semester, and then i guess we’ll see where that leads me.”

the music was still playing softly as the two of you sat in a comfortable silence. you looked over at him as he scrolled through his spotify playlist, his face softly illuminated by the dim lighting on his phone. he looked so pretty, so soft…

no, stop it. this is supposed to be a fake relationship. no strings attached, remember?

you pulled your gaze away and checked the time on your phone, 10:45pm. even though it was late at night, you weren’t tired at all.

“oh, i forgot to tell you,” his voice broke through the silence, “there’s a game this friday, you should come.”

you let out a soft groan, “do i have to?”

he chuckled, “part of the deal, remember?”

those damn rules.

“okay, fine. but im bringing mia and sarah.”

he shrugged, “fine with me.”

after a few more minutes of talking about classes tomorrow, you both had come to the conclusion that it was getting late and the two of you should head back. the drive was short back to your house, tom pulling into the driveway and putting the car in park.

“thanks for the ice cream,” you smiled, “i owe you.”

“you don’t owe me anything,” he smiled, “was on me, remember?”

you rolled your eyes, “fine, next time it’s on me, okay?”

he shook his head with a laugh, “whatever helps you sleep at night, love.”

you ignored the butterflies in your stomach that erupted at the nickname, smiling back at him as you got out of the car, “goodnight, thomas.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

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the next morning was chaotic. the quad was filled with students trying to find their way to their classes, booths set up in the middle encouraging them to join certain clubs. you walked with your headphones in, looking down at your phone as you opened spotify.

you typed in the song tom had mentioned the night before, listening to it. you were curious about what his music taste was like, no other reason. none at all.

you jumped as someone tapped you on the shoulder, tugging an earbud out as you spun your head into the direction of the person behind you. you relaxed when you noticed the messy flop of brunette curls.

“jesus, you really have to stop stalking me.”

“well, good morning to you, too, sunshine,” the british accent filled your ears, “and to be fair, this is literally the main hub of everyone who goes to this school.”

he turned around in a circle with his arms out, gesturing to the amount of people walking through. you playfully rolled your eyes, “what do you want, holland?”

“what? i can’t walk my ‘girlfriend’ to her first class of the day?” he asked, using air quotes when he said ‘girlfriend’. he held his hand out for you to give him your bag, which you obliged, knowing he wouldn’t give up without a fight.

“where you heading?”

“english with wilson,” you said the next sentence with a sarcastic tone, “the best way to start my morning.”

“he’s such a snoozefest,” he rolled his eyes, “always talking about shit that doesn’t matter.”

you chuckled, nodding in agreement, “where are you heading?”

“oh, i’m free until my class at 2,” he said, opening the door to the building for you, “might just go sit in the lounge for a little bit.”

you nodded, walking towards the staircase, “sounds like an interesting morning.”

“oh, for sure.”

he walked you to the door, handing you back your bag, “i’ll be back here at noon.”

“you don’t have to walk me to and from, it’s okay.”

he shrugged, “i want to.”

your eyes drifted when you realized the group of boys were heading to the same room as you. your eyes locked on jack’s blue ones, a pit settling into your stomach. tom caught on that you weren’t paying attention, his eyes shifting to the blonde who walked past you.

jack’s eyes shifted from you and to tom. tom sent him a nod, smiling as jack ignored him, entering the lecture.

you sighed, “maybe i should go see advisement about switching.”

“no, this is good,” tom said, “i can come here every morning and make him jealous.”

“i guess you’re right.”

“always am,” he smiled, walking backwards as he sent you a smile, “see you at noon, darling.”

you walked into the lecture and found a seat, sitting down and thinking to yourself and shaking your head as you smiled softly.

tom holland was going to 100% be the death of you.

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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LIVING IN A WINTER WONDERLAND ♡ NANAMI KENTO

nanami kento x gn!reader

ingredients? tired and cold from a christmas season mission, nanami and you come to your hotel room to discover a single bed at the center.

what's it? general. a sprinkle of fluff

allergen warning/s? gojo being a nosy prick

sugar level? 1.8k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @tahonet

parlor's note? i've seen so many oh-no-there's-only-one-bed fics with gojo, but none for nanami, so here's my present for my nanami hoes <33

happy holidays everyone!

bon appetit!

when the two of you finally managed to exorcise the special grade curse and retrieve yet another one of ryomen sukuna's fingers from it, the blonde man heaves a sigh of relief for more reasons than one.

it's heavily snowing in tsunan in the niigata prefecture, the temperature in the negatives. just his luck to be dispatched to one of the snowiest places in the world, during christmas too, no less.

a chill ran through nanami's whole body, and it had nothing to do with the adrenaline in his veins. he even swears it has nothing to do with the fact that he was dispatched with you on this particular mission, but rather how cold it was. his whole face was flushed pink, from his chiseled cheeks, the tip of his nose, all the way up to the top of his ears. his teeth were chattering slightly, and if one were to focus on him, they'd see how his figure shivered.

followed by the sigh was a sneeze and a sniffle which made you smile lightly and tilt your head to the side at him, "guess we'd better go back to the hotel, huh, big guy?"

big guy, he grimaced internally. that sounds worse than nanamin, and when someone gives a nickname more annoying that the ones gojo satoru gives, you know it's bad. however, nanami doesn't have it in him to complain about it; he curtly nods. "yes, i believe that's the best way to avoid getting sick in this weather."

the curse attacked the both of you prior to you getting checked into your hotel, so you picked up your bags from wherever you were able to throw it earlier before hailing a taxi cab. "you sure you got everything, nanami?" you asked him as you began putting your luggage into the trunk, and as he did the same with his, he answered you. "yes, i'm sure. i made sure to pack light since were aren't staying here for long anyway. what about you, [l/n]-san?"

"nanami! i told you that you don't have to be so formal with me! my first name's fine." you waved it off, "but yeah, i have everything too. thanks for asking!" you beamed at him.

the cab ride from the old, abandoned building to the hotel was short. perhaps just a bit below ten minutes, but it was filled with chatter from the old driver. at first he wondered why the two of you were out so late, and at the aged hospital that no one has used for the last ten years as well, nonetheless. nanami, sat at the passenger seat was able to quickly and smoothly make up a lie, and from there, started to make some small talk which evolved to the male driver telling crazy passengers he had driven in the past. the stories ranged from three gaijin wrestlers filming for their vlog, to drunk celebrities, to high schoolers singing along to the seventies music that his favorite radio station played -- he expressed that the last one was more surprising than being on the crazy side of things.

but alas, your fruitful interaction had to be cut short when you've finally reached your destination. nanami just let the man finish his last story, before paying for the cab ride and getting out of the vehicle.

thankfully for the both of you, the hotel, as expected, was much, much, much warmer than the outside world. nanami let out a sigh of relief at the warmth when he step foot into the establishment, then made a beeline towards the front desk. he was worn out and tired the same way you were. number two on his wishlist was to be somewhere warm, and now that he has received that, it was time for the close third; rest and as well as a comfortable bed.

just as nanami turned around to see if you were still behind him, your phone unexpectedly rang. you lifted a quick finger at him as you fished it out of your pocket to answer. the device's caller id identified it as gojo making you roll your eyes. while you did count the man as one of your friends; being a sorcerer makes you feel some sort of connection to people who are in the same boat as you, no matter how annoying they are, and annoying gojo satoru was. going against your better judgement, you swiped your thumb across the screen to answer the call and pressed the cool material to your ear only to hear the white haired sorcerer greeting you with a voice that's too cheery for half past ten in the evening.

"moshi moshi [y/n]-chan~" he spoke through the line. "are my precious underclassmen safe and sound yet or do they need my help?"

and for the second time, you rolled your eyes. "hey gojo-san, me and nanami arrived at the hotel a few minutes ago. we're going to our rooms now." you informed him as nanami gestured that he already has the room keys and that you could already proceed to the elevators to get some much needed sleep.

"hmm, and is it as cold there as the news make it out to be?" he asks in a sing song voice, clearly entertained at your expense.

"yes. yes it is." you refused to give him a reaction you know he'll tease you with and opted to keep the conversation as short as possible. "do you have anything of substance to say, gojo-san? or can i hang up now. me and nanami are tired."

you heard him chuckle on the other end of the line. "nada, [y/n]-san. hope you enjoy your night with nanamin." there's a teasing tilt to the end of his goodbye that made you wish you never went out drinking with him because what happened was you were the only one that drank as he wasn't good at handling his alcohol. you didn't remember much of what happened that night, but when gojo enunciated the blond man's name every time he spoke it the next day, you knew you opened your mouth and spoke too much around gojo.

the elevator ride and the walk to your shared hotel room was quiet and uneventful. neither you nor nanami felt the need to plug up the comfortable silence with uncomfortable small talk. the time you uttered words to each other was when he pushed the door to the room open. "what the fuck?"

one bed.

at the center of the room, there was a single bed. it could fit two people, you're sure of that, but that didn't change the fact that there was one bed when there was supposed to be two.

staying in the same hotel room with nanami was enough to set your soul on fire by itself. sleeping in the same bed as him? you're certain you might melt into a puddle on the floor that nanami would hate to clean up.

"i knew it was a mistake trusting that dimwit." you heard the man next to you mutter, so you turned your head towards him for some sort of explanation because you were at a loss.

he looked at you, before looking away quickly as if in guilt or something else. you couldn't tell. "i may have asked gojo to handle our hotel reservations."

your eyes widened at once, a scream was building up your throat, you could feel it. the hot air from your lungs was slowly rising up, up, up, fueled by tension until it was in your mouth, "i'm sorry, you did what?" you screeched, but nanami had quick reflexes and pressed a hand on your mouth at once to muffle your words. "i apologize, [l/n]-san. i was busy at the time and didn't realize he would stoop this low."

you inhaled a deep breath and pried his hand off of your face. "'t's fine, nanami. i guess we all make mistakes sometimes." you shrugged at him, putting your luggage down and going through it to fetch a shirt that's two sizes too big for you as well as pajama pants. "it's real late," you glanced up at the clock, "i doubt we can get another room, and kicking up a fuss about this more than i already have is pointless." you told him. "lemme just take a quick shower, then the bathroom's all yours, yeah?"

normally, you would have asked him if he wanted to go first, but tonight, you deeply needed to gather yourself since your heart's already pounding out of your chest at the mere thought of spending the night laying in the same bed as him.

with a small bow, you walked past him and into the bathroom.

the hot water definitely did you some good, and so does the music you're listening to right now. you're able to keep calm laying in the neat white sheets with your eyes shut tight. when you hear a door open and close, you keep it that way, not wanting to break your concentration. however, that was impossible.

a clearing of the throat was heard, followed by a deep raspy voice. "[l/n]-san, the best course of action for tonight would be for me to sleep on the couch." your eyes snapped open and you sat up via their own accord. "i don't want to make you uncomfortable, and besides, this was my mistake. i am not going to burden you."

"it wouldn't be a burden!" you answer too fast. you shrank into the sheets in embarrassment. "i meant, we're both adults, nanami. i trust you. us sleeping in the same bed wouldn't make me uncomfortable. you don't have to worry about that.” you waved it off.

he raised an eyebrow, "and you're being honest? i don't want this to be another case of you being too polite." he started walking towards the bed as you nodded. "i'm sure nanami, it's perfectly fine with me, as long as it's perfectly fine with you.

he wasted no time after that, lifting the covers on the side you weren't on and shuffling into it. "thank you [l/n-san, i mean it. i was afraid that laying on the couch would hurt my back." he confessed making you laugh. "of course, nanami-san. you've never done anything to make me feel unsafe around you. let's have a good night's sleep, yes?"

the following morning, nanami found himself in a very unfamiliar position: him on his side with you snuggled in his chest, longing to absorb all the body heat from him that you could muster. and he has wintertime and gojo satoru of all things to thank for him being able to check off number one in his wishlist.

i get: reblog

you get: a prosperous new year

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jakekiszska · 2 years

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sticky sweet

vampire!jake kiszka x female!reader

a/n: finally vampire!jake is back. this is another fic i posted in october of last year on my old blog, stardustschords. i have edited it slightly and added more. 🤍

warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+. mentions of drinking, mentions of blood.

tags: pls let me know if you’d like to be added or removed. @alwayzthere @strangersingold @garbagevanfleet @harmonyhous @obetrolncocktails @singingmangoes @theweightofstardust @teddiie @gretavanfleas @brokenbellz @jordierama @bluevelvetgvf

the music inside the club was loud. incredibly loud, droning, vibrating through the floor and up into the warm bodies. it was pissing jake off.

“such a pretty face, on a pretty neck, she’s driving me crazy… but i’m into it…,” he heard blaring over the speakers. a few girls at a table nearby drunkenly sang along, butchering the words.

jake scoffed as he stepped into the crowd, eyeing the people as they danced around. he hated the music… the scenery… he had a general disdain for human activity. but, he needed to feed.

every year he chose the club scene to pick his prey— the victims were usually more willing here, intoxicated and invited in by his pretty face. it usually didn’t take him long to find someone and go in for the kill, but this time, it was different. the air in the club felt off… there was something amiss.

he’d roamed around for a moment before he spotted you, sitting at the bar tapping at your phone. if he’d been breathing, the saccharine sweet scent rolling off your body would’ve knocked the air from his lungs. he sauntered over to you, hopping up on to the neighboring barstool. he turned his body to face yours and asked, “can i buy you a drink?”

you look up at him, intrigued by what you saw sitting before you. he wasn’t a tall man, maybe average height, and he had long dark hair that had the slightest wave to it. he wore black jeans, shoes, and a long sleeved black shirt. he also wore large framed sunglasses, which you found strange… but also sexy.

“no, but thank you. i don’t drink.” you answer.

he huffed a laugh before responding, “neither do i.”

“why are you at the club, then?” he questioned, and it’s your turn to laugh when you counter, “why are you?”

“touchè.”

you looked back down at your phone, mesmerized by an influx of messages coming in from your friends, when you felt him reach out and graze a finger lightly over a vein the back of your hand. “can i help you?” you ask, cocking your head to the side, and he chuckles. “sorry. your skin just looked really soft.”

you shake your head, refocusing your attention to your phone, and he lazily drags his fingers up your arm, stopping at the crease of your elbow. you shoot him a pointed glare, but all he does is chuckle. he runs his fingers along your skin again, and you shiver.

“wanna leave?” he asks, and you laugh, tipping your head back.

“are you crazy? we just met. i don’t even know your name.”

he leans close to you, his breath fanning your face, and whispers, “i’m jake.”

you suddenly feel drunk, though you’re sober, and you quietly mumble out, “y/n.”

he laughs, and wraps an arm around you, pulling your body off the stool and bracing you against his side. “c’mon, let me get you home.”

a million thoughts are swirling around inside your mind and you feel truly intoxicated. all you know is that this stranger, jake, is guiding you… and you’re letting him.

you make it to what you believe to be his car, and he helps you into the passenger seat, buckling you in. he walks around to the drivers side and gets in himself before asking you your address. you reluctantly share it with him, but to your surprise, he actually takes you to your place.

“let me help you inside.” he commands, and you nod at him. you give him your key so he can unlock the door, and he helps you through the frame before walking you towards the couch. you let your body slump into it, your vision hazy, and you see jake kneel before you. you look up at him, and you have the sudden urge to thread your fingers through his hair… so you do.

“jake. you’re so pretty. can i see your eyes, please?” you ask, your tone slightly whiny. you’re wondering why his sunglasses are still on. he stifles a laugh, but he figures he’s about to kill you anyway, so it doesn’t matter. he pulls his glasses off but keeps his eyes closed, and you suck in a breath when you notice he’s got smudged black eye makeup framing his eyes. you never knew something like that could get you going, but it did.

“open them… please?” you plead, and he does, very slowly. his irises are jet black, and you suck in a harsh breath. a slow, dark laugh begins to pour itself from his lips, and you’re more terrified of how turned on you are than anything else. “jake… i want to kiss you. can i kiss you?” you ask, and he stops laughing instantly, his glare turning cold.

in all his years, jake had never felt emotion like this. he’d never indulged in his prey, never let them kiss him, touch him… he always simply went for the kill. he hated humans… but with you it felt different. he blinked slowly before looking you up and down, and then he nodded. “yes. you can kiss me.”

the minute you connect your lips to his you feel electric shocks pulsate through your body. unbeknownst to you, jake feels the same. he stands from his position in front of you to lean over your body, and you use your grip in his hair to pull him down on top of you. his arms meet the couch on either side of your head and he crawls to hover over you, slipping a knee between your legs.

you slide your tongue past his lips, and you gasp when you feel that the inside of his mouth is cool, inviting you in like sweet mint. you lick across the roof of his mouth before sliding your tongue along the back of his teeth, and you gasp as your tongue meets the sharp edge of what you think is a fang. although it scares you, you’re so caught up in the euphoria of what you’re doing, you can’t bring yourself to actually care.

you remove your hands from his hair, raking your nails down his still clothed back. once your fingertips reach the hem of his shirt, you tug on it, signaling that you want it off. he obliges, reaching an arm behind his back and grabbing the neckline of the tee, pulling it off in one go. you admire his toned, tanned abdomen, skirting your fingers down his chest.

you look up and meet his gaze, watching as he smirks at you. you can tell he wants your shirt off too, so you pull it over your head, leaving your silky black bra exposed. he groans above you before sliding an arm up your back and tangling his fingers into your hair at the base of your neck. you gasp as he tugs lightly, and he suddenly flips you so that he’s sitting against the couch with you on top of him.

from the new position in his lap you could easily maneuver your arms around his neck, so you wrapped them around his throat. you brushed the hair off his shoulder and leaned in to press a kiss to his collarbone, eliciting a gasp from his lips. you watched his eyes screw shut in pleasure, and you licked a stripe up his neck. his skin tasted sweet, like warm butterscotch melting onto your tongue, and you peppered kisses along his jaw before meeting his lips again.

you felt his hands dance along your sides before reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra. you shrug it off and then you moan as you feel him thumb over your nipple. “fuck, jake…” you sigh, and you can feel him smile against your lips. he pushes you back slightly to break the kiss before leaning down to flick your nipple with his tongue. he keeps eye contact with you as he continues to swirl his tongue around it, using his pointer finger and thumb to squeeze the other one. you lean back, arching forward into him before you hear him command, “take them off.”

you know he wants you to fully undress, but you make sure he knows that he has to as well. you stand from your place atop him and unbutton your jeans, attempting to take them off sensually. he laughs at your before undoing the clasp of his belt and then unbuttoning his own jeans. he pulls them off, along with his underwear, and you watch as his cock springs up against his abdomen. you slide your panties down your legs next, and then you look at him with your head turned slightly, a silent plea to take him between your lips.

he doesn’t give you an explicit answer, so you drop to your knees before him, wrapping your hand slowly around the base. you bring your lips down to the tip, sticking your tongue out slowly to lick across the slit. you can see him tip his head back, a soft moan escaping him. you take the tip into your mouth slowly, teasing him. you learn quickly that his patience is thin, because he threads his fingers through your hair again and tugs you off of him. he holds your head steady and takes himself into his own hand, slapping his cock against your cheek. “we’re gonna do this at my pace, okay?” he breathes, and you nod your head the best you can.

you open your mouth for him again and he slides you down onto his length until it hits the back of your throat, and you gag. immediately he begins to fuck your face, and tears sting at the corner of your eyes. you try to keep your eyes open to look at him, but you falter every now and then. you’re caught up in the pleasure of it, hanging on to every broken sound and curse that leaves his lips. without warning he pulls you off completely, and you almost mourn the loss of contact. “please…” you hear him start, his voice distant, “i need to fuck you.”

you climb back into his lap and position yourself above him, grabbing the base of his cock and sliding it through your folds before sinking down onto him. you suck in a sharp breath at the feeling, digging crescent shapes into his shoulders with your nails. he barely gives you any time to adjust before grabbing you by your hips and slowly rocking you back and forth. he lifts you up slightly and slams you back down and you let out an audible scream.

once you regain the slightest bit of composure you use your grip on his shoulders as leverage and gyrate your hips around him slowly before you start to ride him. he holds you by your sides, his head tipped back and eyes screwed shut. you reach down a hand to rub circles onto your clit but before you can, he smacks your arm away and does it himself. strings of pleasure attach themselves to every nerve ending in your body as you work yourselves closer to the edge.

“jake, i-i’m… i’m gonna cum,” you manage to stutter out, pleasure overtaking your body. before you can, he reaches out and grasps your jaw, turning your head to expose your neck and making sure you can’t move. as he continues to fuck up into you, sending you over the edge with the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever experienced, he sinks his teeth into your neck. he holds your head steady as you writhe on top of him, a mixture of the overwhelming pain and pleasure. after a few moments he pulls away, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

your body slumps forward, blood streaming down your neck and into the valley of your breasts, dripping all over your body and his. you connect your lips to his, tasting your own blood in his mouth, and he lets out a soft moan before chuckling.

the lyrics from the song in the club come back to him, and he laughs at the irony of the words as the hot stream of blood running down your neck drips onto his body.

“hard candy dripping on me til’ my feet are wet.” replays in his head.

you begin to quickly lose conciousness, and he pulls of off of him before laying you on your side, your head lulling over. he’d refrained from draining your body— the atmosphere in the club had let him know his other half had been nearby.

he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before whispering, “my mate. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

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gracegrove · 1 year

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TW era typical language/homophobic slurs, themes, cisheternormative assumptions and overtones, drinking and substance use, the minimization of mental health, the adult entertainment industry, sexual assault by a patron

He had been so close. Logged over 1900 miles and refilled his tank five times only to get here. Only to get this far. To be far enough away from that shithole town in Indiana but not nearly close enough to his final destination. Still an entire desert between him and it.

Sitting in this dingy bar drinking away the last of his month's paycheck, Billy tipped the beer bottle upside down and watched the last two drops fall to the bartop. Sighing in annoyance he set it down, reaching in his back pocket for his wallet.

"Whiskey, neat. And another for my friend here." A man ordered from the bartender, sliding onto the stool next to Billy. His suit was cheap, but his cologne was expensive. Invading Billy's senses and making him cough.

"You're a real looker kid, ya ever been told that?" the man complimented, raising his glass to his lips. Billy eyed the fake Rolex glinting from the man's sleeve, before sliding from his own seat. Leaving the fresh cold beer untouched. "Look buddy, I don't what this is, but I'm not interested."

Cracking the spine on his wallet Billy spread his billfold, ready to settle up and leave. It was empty save for a nickel and a few odd pennies. The man tossed up his hands in offense, "You think I'm into that fag shit? Nah man, that's not what this is!" Digging into his sports coat, the man produced a glossy flyer and slapped it down in front of Billy.

CHIPPENDALES – SHOWS NIGHTLY –

"Chip and Dale's?" Billy sneered, peering at the ad. "Like the fuckin chipmunks?" He dug the cigarette carton from his jacket, squeezing a stick to the top and pulling it out with his teeth. The man barked out a laugh, "You're a riot! No man. No! It's Chippendale's! Ain't you ever heard of 'em!?"

Billy stared at him unamused, hand fidgeting with his lighter. The man shrugged. "Listen, what if I told you that you could make a thousand bucks in a single night?" Billy snorted, lighting his cigarette and leaning against the bar. "-'d call bullshit." The man's eyes widened in excitement. "Absolutely not kid! With the way that you look?! You're a stud! Women must be all over you all the time!"

Billy took a long pull, the man's droning compliments washing him in words he'd heard countless times before. Wrapping him in the chill veil of comfort he'd navigated so much of his life in already. "I mean... you're practically an Adonis!" The man praised, Billy's focus shifting back to reality. "You could even make more... easily."

"With this Chip and Dale's thing?" Billy asked. "Chippendales" the man corrected. "Yes. That's the ticket, and you kid are the moneymaker." He finished his drink. "You just show up every night, take your clothes off for a bunch of horny women, and the money rolls in. You'll be rolling in it in no time!" His confidence was obnoxious. "The pussy is a nice bonus too." He winked, he was a pig.

He slapped a $10 on the bar.

"Come to dress rehearsals Tuesday at 8." He leered at Billy. "Or don't..." his smile wavering under the younger's gaze. "This is no skin off my back. But you'd be blowing a helluva opportunity." He pulled a business card from his wallet and placed it on top of the flyer. "Tuesday. Eight sharp." He repeated tapping them with a thick digit before leaving.

Billy huffed when the man left, finally picking the gifted beer up and taking a long drink. "Fuckwit," Billy swore.

He was there at 7:45, the camaro rumbling into the lot. Heavy beats of pop music bouncing into the parking lot from a propped open side door. Billy slumped a moment in the driver's seat, hand paused on the ignition. He could leave right now. No one would ever know he was here and he could continue scrounging for cash. Picking up odd jobs. Waiting tables and pouring cups upon cups of burnt coffee. Cleaning soot-laden ashtrays while people lost out millions on the casino floor. Throwing out unused food at the end of the night from the all-you-can-eat buffet. Checking IDs and scuffling around with self-righteous men who thought the world owed them everything as soon as they flashed a one-hundred-dollar bill.

He killed the engine and got out, his worn gym bag from Hawkins High slung over a shoulder. No one here would give a shit who the HHS Tigers were or that he was one of the best power forwards Hawkins had had in recent history. No one would give a rat's ass. And that's how he liked it.

"No! No, Rico! It's step, step, ball, change! Then hips!" The woman shouted. "Let the rhythm flow through you!" She was petite with short-cropped hair, dressed in dance attire at the head of a group of a dozen men. "Watch me.... aaaagain." She groaned in emphasis before hitting the stereo with a flat palm.

The music swelled, the thick tempo complimenting the movements she was demonstrating to her pupils. "Remember..." she called over the music, "bend with your knees! I want to see floo-id-i-tee! Now again! 5-6-7-8!" The men picked up the count, recreating her movements, adding their own flare. "Yes! Good! Rico, better, better! Sam, look forward!" She critiqued, hands clapping in time.

Billy dropped his bag to an open space of floor, waiting on the sidelines. "Excuse me! These are closed rehearsals." The woman called, coming over to Billy. "I was told to be here..." Billy replied. "By who?" She inquired with a raised eyebrow. Billy pulled the man's business card from his shorts pocket and handed it to her. She scoffed, "Fuckin Sal... Figures. Alright, kid. Consider this an audition. Pass/fail. You follow my directions or..." She made a slicing motion across her thin neck. "Yes, ma'am" Billy nodded, following as she pointed out a spot for him between a tall Black man, and a Latino man closer to Billy's height.

"We've got two routines to get through today boys so don't lag!" She wound back the tape, "From the top!" Billy was scrambling, not having hustled this hard since last being on the basketball court. He was certain at any minute he'd hear that woman's harsh voice yell at him to walk. But all the way to the break the only critiques he received were, "Lighter on your steps kid!" and "Watch your timing!" and "Don't look at your feet!... Christ's sake!"

Sitting on the floor with the other men he pulled up the hem of his tanktop and mopped at his brow. "Hey... you're pretty good." One of the guys said, sitting next to him taking a long pull from a plastic water bottle. He offered Billy a drink. "I'm Clark." "Billy," he said after a long slug, "Thanks." Clark took another drink. "I think Miss Mel likes you," he said with a kind smile. "Miss Mel?" Clark pointed to the dance instructor, as she looked through a set of cassettes.

Billy laughed, "I don't think that woman likes anyone." They both laughed, sharing the remainder of the water. Clark had been a dancer with the company for a little over 3 years. He said overall the pay was the best part of the gig. There were also opportunities for travel. And this being Vegas, every show was like its own little party before, during, and after. "I think you'll like it here bro, we got it pretty good." Clark reasoned.

"Everybody listen up!" Miss Mel shouted, "Costume measurements for Saturday's ensemble are this evening at 5pm! Show up or lose out! Now back to work!" Billy quirked a brow, "Costumes? I thought this was stripping." Clark chuckled, "It's a lot classier than that. I'll show you around after rehearsals. But each routine is choreographed and themed. Sophisticated and tasteful. Our clientele go nuts for it." "Uh huh..." Billy nodded noncomittally.

The rehearsal concluded, Billy signing on as an 'at will' hire. Miss Mel dug around in the dressing room closets to find some foundational costume sets for Billy. Which included G strings, a stiff white collar and black bowtie, and a pair of white cuffs.

"There are only three rules you need to follow working here. Come to rehearsals on time, don't come to work drunk or high, and the more skin wins. Got it?" She prompted, handing Billy a set of papers. He nodded, "Yeah. What're these?" He asked. "Our people." She stated succinctly, "Get yourself an even tan, bulk up a bit more." She pointed to a phone number on the sheet, "Ask for Fritz, he'll do you right. See you, tomorrow kid."

Four months later on Billy's first opening night with the company he was in the ensemble as a Wildman in complement to the main Tarzan. A tiger-printed loincloth draped across his hips only to serve as a tear-away at the end of the act with a leafy G string beneath. He had attended all the rehearsals. Had gotten to know pretty much all of his fellow dancers, but the sheer size of the crowd shocked him and made his gut tangle in knots. Women screeching and pawing at him. Countless hands thrust from the crowd where he hadn't even anticipated them. Dollar bills waved in his face, being pinned to his chest, being shoved down the one article of clothing he had left. It was overwhelming and stifling all at once.

At the end of his first night, he sat on the bench in the dressing room completely zoned out. Music and cheering from the party continued on the other side of the stage dropping to a dull thud in his ears as he stared into space. A sudden slap on his bare back pulled him out of it. "Woooooh! Bill did you see all those bitches!" Al whistled, leaning on the dressing table to flick a hand through his hair. The other dancers were coming in, Freddie with two patrons, one under each arm. "Ladies ladies ladies, what say we start this night off properly with a little treat?" He opened his locker and pulled a small vial from his jacket. Billy knew where this was going. Nights ended like this constantly in the dressing room, with smeared lines of white powder needing to be cleaned off his workspace the following morning. That along with discarded liquor bottles, cigarette butts, and used condoms.

Pulling the bills from his waistband and other crevices where they had been shoved in the fray, Billy hastily shoved his tips in his bag and pulled on a pair of sweats. "Hey! Don't you wanna join us?!" A woman called, wandering up. Billy shook his head, grabbing the t-shirt from his locker. "Oh c'mon!" she persisted, pressing herself up against him. "I could really help loosen you up after such a... long... performance..." Her hand darted below Billy's waistband before he could say another word. Gripping him tightly and groping him. Billy gritted his teeth, putting a hand on her shoulder and gently attempting to push her away. "I can't," He declined politely, "Got other plans tonight honey." The woman looked hurt, the tone of her voice shifting from playful to cold as she removed herself from his pants. "Well... I doubt your plans will ever fuck you the way I could." One of Billy's coworkers cackled, "I'll fuck you every which way to north baby! Get your ass over here!" Other dancers in the room joined in the laughter. "Whassa matter Billy she too much woman for ya?" "Oh forget it Carl you know he never stays..!" "Nooooo! Who, Billy?!"

Not even putting the shirt on Billy gathered his things and left, hustling out the back hallway to the fire exit closest to the south lot. He shouldered someone hard in his hurry. "Hey, Billy you ok man?" It was Clark, coming back from a smoke break, his brows were creased in concern. Billy looked at him momentarily and thought about what might happen if he actually said what his mind was screaming at him. "Yeah. Fine." Clark's eyes didn't look like they believed that. "Ok, Billy. But if you ever need anything I'm always around and there's more than a handful of 24-hour diners in this town with coffee that ain't half shit." He cracked a smile. Billy nodded, "thanks I'm just tired," and he continued to the door.

Once outside he scrambled into his shirt, pulling a cigarette out and locking it between his lips while he patted his pockets for his lighter. "Sonnuva," he had left it on his locker shelf. He did not want to go back in and retrieve it. The whole dressing room would be an orgy now. "Shit." Billy sighed, checking his bag just in case and going through a pat down one more time before taking the smoke from his mouth.

"Need a light?" The voice approaching was familiar. Warm and honied. As the lighter flickered to Billy's outstretched hand, a pair of caramel-brown eyes came into view.

"Harrington?" Billy asked incredulously, raising the cigarette to his lips. "The hell're you doing here?" Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Steve looked at him. "Was in town for a company conference and I saw your face on a billboard", he stated dumbly, "And..." "And you wanted to come see the circus animal is that it?" Billy snarled, stepping back, sucking harshly through the filter. Steve drew up his hands, "No man, not at all!"

"I wanted to see you..." Steve stumbled out, each word falling quieter than the last. "You just left that summer... We were worried about you."

"We?" Billy sniffed, smoke curling around his nostrils. "Yeah," Steve encouraged, "Me, Max, your Mom, ... your Dad was really upset." Billy scoffed, a bitter noise getting caught in his throat. He hoped Steve wouldn't read too much into it. "Can... can we get some food or something and talk?" Steve asked, scratching the back of his head.

Billy took the last drag from his cigarette, throwing it away. "No," he stated coldly, "go home." Walking away, Billy stopped, Steve putting a palm flat against his chest. "Move your hand or lose it," Billy bit, voice quivering. Steve remained, taking a step into Billy's space. "Talk to me. Please." He begged, the tone bordering an octave above desperation.

Billy was exhausted, he wanted nothing more than to shove Steve to the ground like that night at the Byers. He was still probably just as miserable with his feet. Easily toppled. But he had no energy. Billy's eyes stung with frustration, as he hurriedly wiped at them.

Steve's features twisted with concern. "Hey... um. Shit." He cursed guiltily pocketing his hands. "I'm not any good at this." He squared his shoulders, bracing himself. "Billy I... I never said it in Hawkins." Billy stared at the brunette, emotion swirling in his eyes. "Billy... I." Steve stammered, "I wanted to ask you to stay, but I just couldn't. I was such a fucking coward. I'm sorry Billy."

Steve stumbled backward, feet slipping as two fists wrapped in his blazer. Lips crashing against his. Billy dragged him close, praying that this connection even momentary could salvage what could have been.

The pair scrapped about, Steve pinning Billy up against a Volvo in the low light of the parking lot. The heated desperation exchanged with each kiss left them breathless. The combined pressure of their bodies rocking the chassis as Steve leaned up, tugging at the plush swell of Billy's cupid's bow. "Please. Stay with me," he pleaded through frenzied kisses. Billy nodded dumbly, "Yes, forever."

#billy hargrove #harringrove #harringrove au #billy x steve #chippendales harringrove

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brattylikestoeat · 1 month

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Y’all I got into a Uber tonight and the other rider was so fucking drunk and when they stopped to pick me up he hopped out and said, I hope you don’t mind I need to piss and ran off to the side of the building.

He came back three mins later and got back in. Buddy was drunk af. He playing music and jamming. He ask me if I know Kilo I say yeah and I hook my phone up and play his song.

This drunk man is singing this song word for word and honestly so am I, we vibing fr.

So we get off at his exit, Fulton industrial, if you know anything about Atlanta you know that’s where the hoes be at. He ask to stop at the gas station, they say they aren’t selling beer anymore.

So he comes back and ask the driver to end his ride, take me home and take him to a gas station that still selling beer.

So I ask and I say I’m being nosy what you doing tonight. He tell me he on the way to a shoe show, and I’m like ????

So I ask sneakers? And he just cheesing and grinning. He says no, I can go cop sneakers right out the store. So I’m even more confused but I connected the dots. This man going to see a feet show. A show where women highlight their feet in heels.

He trying to justify it but I’m like baby we all grown and we all got our kinks it’s cool, I don’t judge. And he just grinning and bouncing in his seat. So we get to Ted house and I’m getting out but I left my phone on the aux.

He literally gets out and chases me down (I had almost made it to the lobby door) and was like, you left your phone beautiful and I got you.

Mind you we had been flirting but I’m a natural flirt I don’t even be meaning that shit frfr lol. So I’m like you better go before ya ride leave you (the Uber driver been ended his ride and he promised her a big cash tip).

So he ask me for my number and I’m so happy I looked over my shoulder cuz here come Ted with his hand reaching into his waist. So I’m like nah that’s my boyfriend right there. Buddy damm near dropped my phone, and threw his hands up.

He backing up, hands still up and was like oh I didn’t know, that’s all you.

Now I’m getting a lecture on being too friendly.

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You need Gareth requests babe??? How about Some shower intimacy? Washing his pretty hair for him? God I’ve got it BAD for this guy

The way you always have my back with this 💕😭 I’m literally down so bad. I had a dream with Gwydion in it last night lmao and I can’t stop thinking about it.

Notes/Warnings: This was supposed to be fluff but I'm smitten so there's smut (sorry not sorry lmao). Minors DNI! Mentions oral sex and scary movies. Cursing! Female reader and Gareth are 20/21 with their own place, just trying to make it in the world <;3

Gareth twisted and turned in the driver's seat of his car, sweating from the summer heat as he searched anxiously for his car keys. He’d literally just had them in his hands and now they were nowhere to be found. The heat made him anxious, and driving made him anxious, he wanted to go inside and lay on the floor and not have to think about a single thing ever again but he couldn’t. He had to find his damn car keys and drive to work. The only thing keeping him remotely sane was the knowledge that he’d see you when his shift was over. You’d promised to be waiting for him when he came home and he knew you would be - that is if he could find his fucking keys. Finally, his fingers brushed warm metal between the seats and he pulled, the keys clanking against the car's consul as he sighed. Today had been too long and it wasn’t even noon yet.

His shift at the theater was slow, it being a Tuesday. The summer heat had everyone at home, with no interest in driving anywhere even if there was AC. He swept stale popcorn and wiped down chairs for what felt like years until the sound of his watch beeping made him jump. 8pm, thirty minutes left, time to close up shop. He quickly locked up, checked the registers and slid the drawers into the safe, practically sprinting to the parking lot. He smoked on the ride home, windows rolled down and music blaring. Tomorrow was his off day and he was free, for twenty four hours, headed home to his sweet girl in their new apartment.

As he swung through the front door, you jumped up from the kitchen table, dropping the magazine in your hands. He smiled at your grin and the paper clippings littered around you - a stack of coupons and a grocery list neatly arranged in the middle of the chaos.

“Hi baby,” you said in a sing song voice, tip toeing to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “I missed you today.”

He kissed you softly, “I missed you too.”

“How was work?” You mumbled, still holding him close to you, nuzzling your face into his shirt and wrinkling your nose at the synthetic butter smell.

“Boring,” he laughed, “only had two people come in today for License to Drive.”

“I can’t believe they’d rather watch that than Killer Klowns,” you shake your head, making him laugh again. “Imagine Chrissy Cunningham’s reaction to Jojo.”

He shakes his head, curls sticking to his forehead from sweat and chuckles, “I still can’t believe Jason took her to see Bloodsport. I had three people complain about her screaming so loud.” He huffed.

You roll your eyes, smirking at the picture.

“Oh!” You exclaim, “I almost forgot, your mom called this afternoon. She needs us to watch Rosie on Saturday so she can pick Sarah up from summer camp.”

Gareth groaned. He loves his little sisters but he couldn’t wait until Rosie was old enough to stay home alone for a few hours. She’s 8, and Sarah is 16 now, so she usually stayed with her. It had been easier when he didn’t work long hours, before you had gotten your job as a waitress, but you both made it work. Greg, his step-dad, traveled for business now so he wasn’t home as often as he used to be. His mom, who also worked, relied on the two of you for extra help with him being gone. It was decent parenting practice for two young twenty something’s, but he hated having less time with you under any kind of circumstances.

You gave him a knowing look, and planted a kiss on his cheek. “It won’t be for more than a few hours, my love. We’ll still have all night to ourselves.” You winked, and he blushed.

Pulling you into his arms he murmured, “Still not enough time with you,” planting kisses on your forehead. “Need all of it.”

You giggle, playfully grabbing his face and pulling him to you till your noses touched.

“And what will you do if that’s not possible, hmm?”

He played along, looking serious. “Well I’ll just have to make sure I use every moment then.”

He grabbed your hands, taking control of your limbs and walked you back to the table. Clumsily he grabs the scissors you’d been using and comically tries to cut one out while still holding your hand. “Looks like we have to finish cutting these out together.”

You laugh loudly, swatting him away as he feigns being offended.

“My beautiful girlfriend doesn’t want my help?” He throws a hand to his chest, raising his eyebrows. “Rude.”

“So rude, I know.” You giggle, running a hand through his hair. He leans into it, the touch of your fingers feeling divine. The blood flow goes from his cheeks to his pants as you scratch his scalp, tugging a little at his hair and kissing his jaw.

“I have an idea.” You say, smiling up at him.

“And what’s that?” He replies, eyes closed as he continues to let you play with his hair.

“Since we’re savoring every minute, why doesn’t Gareth the Great join me in the shower?” You ask, a mischievous look on your face.

“That sounds like a great idea.” He smiles back, eyes open now, and scoops you into his arms carrying you towards the bathroom.

The tiny apartment isn’t much, but you both have managed to make it homey and personal. The street lamps outside shine through the cheap blinds onto a worn out sofa (compliments of the local thrift store). Dried flowers adorn the tv stand, Gareth’s VHS collection organized neatly against the wall on wire shelves next to a stereo and stacks of tapes. There are unframed posters littering the walls, along with Polaroids and drug store prints of family photos. The bedroom is littered with clothes, your waitress uniform on the back of a chair and your old desk piled with papers and notebooks. The kitchen walls hold mugs and pans, pancake mix and macaroni boxes tucked away on the counter with mail and old receipts. The bathroom, where Gareth places you on the tiny counter near the sink, is a faded cream color. One of your paintings (a landscape of lovers lake) and mismatched towels hang next to the old tub, now doubling as a shower. He pulls the pink plastic curtain to the side, letting the water run warm before turning on the shower head and reaching for you.

You lean into him, slightly sleepy as you relax, letting him gently pull off your worn out band shirt and pajama shorts. You tug away his uniform, sliding off the counter and gathering the crumpled clothes, tossing them into a hamper in the hall. He’s watching you lazily, eyes roaming over your naked body. That’s one thing about him that’s never changed. He’s seen you naked hundreds of times, I mean you’ve been dating for two years now, but he still looks at you the same way he did the first time. A sweet smile covers his face, his pretty hazel eyes roaming over you as he pulls you in for another kiss.

“You look pretty today,” he whispers, brushing your hair out of your face and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Thank you,” you whisper and kiss his nose, pulling away to climb into the shower.

The warm water feels heavenly on your skin, soothing the ache in your legs from standing all day. You tilt your face up and let it rain over you as you feel him climb in behind you, pulling the curtain closed. Gentle hands rub the tension out of your shoulders as you rinse your hair.

“Let me do it.” He says, lathering shampoo in his hands before pulling you out of the stream of water. He carefully scrubs at your scalp, brow furrowed in concentration as he makes sure to get the grime off you. You relish the way he’s pressed up against you while rinsing your hair, pausing only to plant tiny kisses on your neck and jaw as he works away the days stress.

“Tell me about your day, pretty girl.” He says, running conditioner through your hair and working out any knots.

“Also boring,” you murmur, “just the regulars today. Dan said Billy’s back in town. Came in last night before close with some new girl.”

He nods, listening as he grabs your favorite body wash.

“Got $15 in tips though, so not a bad day. Mornings are nice because it’s cooler so we still get the usual rush.”

He squirts the bottle onto your chest, getting too much on you and you chide him.

“Hey, don’t waste that, it’s my favorite.”

“I would never,” he smirks, rubbing his palms on your chest as he starts to wash your body. He knows what he’s doing, and you let him do it, squirming as you feel an ache in your core. Tease.

You finish rinsing off, feeling a little light-headed, and pull him under the stream of water.

“Your turn lover boy.” You smile, watching him lean into the water and close his eyes. He’s beautiful really, broad shoulders and soft skin. You admire the way the water cascades over him, catching on the happy trail on his torso and pooling at his feet. Lathering shampoo in your hands, you carefully run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. Free from sweat and buildup, his curls twist into wild shapes as you scrub away at him. He hums softly at your touch, letting you rinse away the soap with agile hands. He loves it when you touch him, especially when you play with his hair. You’re the only one allowed to do it, and you take advantage of that frequently by touching his hair whenever you can.

“Lean back for me honey,” you say, the last of the soap running down the drain as rinse his hair, careful to make sure it doesn’t get tangled. He leans in to kiss you before you can put any conditioner in his hair, and you let him. A little moan escapes your mouth as bites your lip a bit, hands roaming down your ass and thighs.

“Look whos already so wet for me.” He jokes as he pulls away, letting you put conditioner in his hair. You slap him lightly on the cheek as a response, continuing your work. As you get to washing his body, you pretend not to notice the semi-hard on he has going on. Instead, you tease him, getting down on your knees to wash his thighs. Everything about him is attractive to you but his thighs make you absolutely feral, they’re broad and muscled, with a soft layer of chub. Looking at them makes you want to bury your face into them, or ride them into oblivion. You roam your hands on his inner thigh, smirking as you get closer to his crotch, his dick getting more pink and hard by the second.

“Need some help?” You ask, voice husky, as you drag the tip of your finger along his erection. He whines a little, nodding, and you kiss his thigh. Situating yourself comfortably, you use your soapy hands to grasp his cock, slowly pumping as you get another whimper from him. You look up, letting the sudsy water drip down on you. You watch him happily as he fists your hair in his hand. It’s nothing complicated, just a little fun while you bathe, but to him it feels pornographic. The soapy water slides along your boobs as they rise and fall from your breathing, you staring up at him with doe eyes, your hands grasped around him. He’s trembling a bit, feeling particularly sensitive and you seem to know it as you pump him faster, eliciting groans from his lips. All it takes is a little kiss from you, on his tip, and he’s cumming all over your face and chest, cock throbbing.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart.” He groans, grasping onto your shoulders as he spills his seed all over you.

You giggle, gripping at his thighs and enjoying the way he’s practically collapsing into your arms. You stand carefully, legs a bit numb from your position and you rinse off again, letting him help you and smother you with more kisses. He shuts the water off and grabs a towel, tossing it over your head and rubbing. You peek out from under the cloth with a giggle as he lifts it off you, moving to your body. Your hair is flying everywhere now and your checks are blushed.

“All done.” He says, smacking your ass lightly and you step out of the shower, watching him dry himself off next. He’s so pretty.

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson x y/n #gareth emerson x reader #gareth the great #rosemaryandarsenic rants

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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something infinite • part one

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART ONE M A Y B E T H E W O R L D W O N ' T E N D

2.8K – part one of something infinite – steve steals a car and somehow you wind up in hawkins, indiana, a meet cute without the cute *18+ only | ( 2.8k, angst, verbal abuse, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

J U N E 1 9 8 7 🎶 the rat, the walkmen

“C’mon Harrington, don’t be a pussy, get in.”

“Shit, hurry up Tommy!”

“Shut up, I’m going!”

With two wires held tightly between his fingers, Tommy Hagan quickly brushed them together until the old Chevy Blazer rumbled to life, Lynyrd Skynard’s Call Me the Breeze screaming through the speakers.

Well now, they call me the breeze, I keep blowin' down the road! I ain't got me nobody, I don't carry me no load!

“Fuck yeah, get it in drive!”

Steve didn’t know how he ended up there in the passenger seat of an about-to-be-stolen car – sheriff’s car to be exact – and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as Tommy struggled to shift it into gear. His hands gripped the dash in front of him as he watched a light come on inside the house, “Jesus, Tommy, fucking move!”

“I’m trying, god damn gear shift is stuck!”

It was the hundredth weekend in a row, Steve was certain, that his parents were out of town on business and the fight he’d had with his dad that night had been a real crowning achievement. The worst of all time and something in him snapped. All he wanted now was to feel something. Anything. And it was barreling toward him like a train off the rails.

“HEY, YOU LITTLE ASSHOLES! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY TRUCK!”

“Oh shit, we gotta go, we gotta go!”

“Fucking bail!”

The screen door on the front of Hopper’s house flung open so hard the whole frame shook as it slammed shut behind him.

“Get outta here, meet back at my place!” Kyle and Tommy jumped out of the car so fast Steve didn’t have any time to think.

“Shit, shit shit shit,” scrambling, Steve’s hand fumbled on the door handle as he shoved it open, scraping his leg against the runner board on his way down. Hair messed and wild in his eyes, he looked up to see his friends were already over the fence and sprinting toward the tree line behind Hopper’s place, “Wait!”

Not bothering to close the door behind him, Steve tried to pick up a sprint, but a large hand half-shoved, half-grabbed the back of his neck and within seconds he was face down in the lawn with a mouth full of grass and dirt, Hop’s weight pressing him into the ground.

“You little shits think you’re so clever. Well, s’the last time you fuck with Hopper, hm?”

It was dark, the summer night thick and warm when you arrived at your aunt’s place in Hawkins. Nothing like Indianapolis. The moon hung high in the inky black sky, stars blinking above you like holes poked through canvas, and the sound of crickets and frogs off over the fence was almost deafening. No ambulance sirens, no yelling, no loud music in the apartment above you. Your stomach sank. What was this place?

“The real armpit of America, hm?” the cab driver said tossing your bag and skateboard at your feet as if he could hear your apprehension, wiping sweat from his forehead. You gave him a look, almost pleading to let you come back to the city with him, but he was already climbing back into the car. Rolling down the passenger window he leaned over and tipped his ball cap at you with a laugh, “Enjoy!” And with a rumble he was off down the road you came, dust kicking up around the wheels as he went.

Fuck, you muttered squeezing your eyes shut, hoping maybe if you clicked your heels together you’d magically appear back in your room like Dorothy. The whole summer. That’s how long you’d be stuck in this place. Until your mom was back, and in that moment you wished you’d asked to stay with your grandmother. Anywhere was better than this.

“You’re here! Oh, you’re here!”

Your eyes flew open at the sound of a voice you hadn’t heard in years and you were suddenly wrapped up into a big hug. It was all cinnamon and fresh laundry and cut grass and so soft. So warm. Your aunt Joyce.

“Honey, you’re so tall! My gosh, I don’t think I’ve seen you since…can’t be since ‘77 can it? Here, Hop will get those, come on inside,” with a gentle hand on your back she guided you to the door, leaving your things where they were for whoever this Hop was. “I just made dinner,” Joyce gave you a big smile, her shoulders squeezing up toward her ears with excitement, and you wondered for a second if maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

She was so different from your mom, her sister, so much softer around the edges, fuzzy and sparkling and bright. The look she gave you made your heart ache a little, like she really loved you, and a small lump rose in your throat as you tried to smile back.

“Oh, Hop, grab those will you?”

As the screen door creaked open you came face to face with what could only described as the human version of a grizzly bear. Tall, frame like a fridge and gruff, but oddly soft under all the grit like your aunt. He grunted a reply and held the door for you both, muttering a Hey, kid, to you on the way by before going to grab your things.

Your aunt’s place was modest, but so homey and comforting somehow. The living room was smaller, with a little television in the corner, and it bled right into the dining room and kitchen. Open, just like your aunt.

Family photos hung along the walls, you recognized your cousins Will and Jonathan, but there was a girl now too. And Hop. And tons of other kids you didn’t recognize. All grinning and laughing and piled on each other or hanging out the bed of a pickup or floating lazy in a lake.

“Will and Jonathan are out with their friends, not sure when they’ll be back…” your aunt’s voice brought you back, “Are you hungry?”

“Actually, I’m sorry, I’m just pretty tired and–”

“Oh, of course you are! That’s okay, sweetie. Your room’s the third door on the right, Hop’s got your things in there, and the bathroom is the first door on the left. I’ll be out here if you need anything, okay?” she gave your arm a gentle squeeze and for the first time in a long time you felt your lips curve up into a small, genuine smile, murmuring your thanks.

Turning to walk down the hall you looked back to see Hop settle into the big, brown arm chair with a beer in hand as your aunt climbed up onto his lap. She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, fitting perfectly there with him. Hop rumbled a contented sound as he wrapped an arm around her and pressed his own kiss to her forehead.

Happy. Loving. A proper display of affection. Nothing like home.

Closing the door to your room you didn’t bother unpacking and flicked the light off before falling onto the neatly made bed. Hawkins, Indiana. Crickets and frogs and wheat fields and dirt roads and hot and thick all summer long. Your eyes slipped shut and the lump came back to your throat as you rolled onto your side.

It’s only three months. It’s only three months.

The words looped in your head on repeat as you curled into yourself, exhaustion slowly wrapping around you until you fell away into sleep.

“Got some real shitty friends there, huh?”

Steve’s arms were folded tight over his chest as he glared at Hopper from across the big desk. Tommy and Kyle had made it over the fence and home, because of course they fucking did, and he was here getting an ear full of shit he already knew.

Hop took a long drag from his cigarette and tapped it on the ashtray. Leaning back in his chair he blew smoke up toward the ceiling, not bothering to look at the kid across from him, “Suppose you think you’re gonna get off easy, right? Mommy and daddy come in here and cut me some check, let little Stevie go home, lesson learned.”

“They don’t even know I’m here–”

“Shut up, my turn to talk,” Hop snapped, cutting Steve off as he spun in his chair to lean on the desk. He fixed the boy with a look that shut his mouth right quick. Sucking on his teeth the sheriff shook his head. “You’re all the same. Entitled little assholes,” he hummed in thought, “Same goes for your buddies, Hagan and Peterson, right? Yeah. Well. They ran faster than you, unfortunately.”

Steve let out a heavy sigh and jammed his tongue into his cheek, fighting the urge to snap back at the older man, knowing damn well he was already in for it as it was, “Jesus, can we just get this over with?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Got somewhere to be, Harrington?” Hopper sniped, taking another drag, this time blowing the smoke into Steve’s face. “You’re lucky, I don’t feel like looking at your face anymore,” putting out his cigarette, Hop stood from the desk and snatched up the pile of paperwork in front of him. “Community service oughta do it. Fifteen hours a week all summer at the library, weekends off.”

“Fifteen?? That’s crazy, how am I supposed to—“

“Keep runnin’ your mouth and I’ll make it thirty!” Hop rounded on Steve, leaning down to get in the boy’s face and meet his eye line.

Steve’s chest was heaving as he sucked in air, struggling to keep himself in check as his heart pounded against his ribcage. Hopper shot him a grin.

“Perfect. See you Monday, champ,” he clapped Steve on the back hard enough to make him stumble forward, Asshole, muttered under the younger boy’s breath.

Hop didn’t bother to wait as he walked out of his office and down the steps of the police station. Steve watched through the blinds with balled up fists as the sheriff climbed into his rig and rolled out onto the street.

“Do you need something, hon? Jim won’t be coming back today…” the receptionist called in after him and Steve turned to kick the leg of the chair he’d been sitting in.

“No, just— no,” Steve grumbled and followed the same path Hopper had out into the hot, sticky summer heat, chucks smacking against the pavement as he started the walk home.

His parents didn’t know he’d tried to steal a car, didn’t know he went out drinking, didn’t know how much he longed for their approval, their affection, and didn’t know he was saddled with three months of community service for the rest of the summer.

The last time he’d talked to his dad was the night he’d gone to Tommy’s, begging to do something – something reckless. It had hardly been a conversation, Steve and his father at each other’s throats, yelling until they were both red in the face and saying things that couldn’t be taken back.

“You couldn’t even get into a trade program, Steven! What in the hell am I supposed to do with you??”

"I tried, dad! Do you know how many applications I sent–”

“I don’t give a shit, we’re done. You’ll start at the firm in September.”

“Dad, I don’t want–”

“It doesn’t matter what you want anymore, son. If you’re gonna amount to anything in life it’s obvious I need to step in.”

Steve’s breath caught in his throat as his father’s words ran on a loop in his head.

If you’re going to amount to anything in life. If you’re going to amount to anything in life. If you’re going to amount to anything in life.

The corners of Steve’s eyes prickled with tears, but he threw his gaze up to the ceiling and hastily blinked them away. Finally it was out. What his dad really thought of him. And it hurt more than he wanted to admit. “I don’t need your help,” the boy snapped, turning back around to look his dad in the eyes. Heat rose in his chest, flames crackling and roaring to life, a fire he’d tried to contain all these years, but his father’s words were like gasoline and it was hot and angry now.

“Yeah? And who’s gonna hire a kid out of high school with shit for grades, huh? The only thing on your resume is a damn ice cream shop and video rentals and the real world doesn’t care about basketball or popularity contests, Steven.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Gary, just drop it–”

“Quiet, Carol! He needs to hear this. No one else seems to be able get it to sink in. You wanna be a real man, Steven? Take care of a family, huh? A wife? Get your shit together.”

“Take care of a family?? Are you kidding?” Steve was laughing, but there were tears streaming down his cheeks now as he slammed the chair he’d been gripping onto into the dining room table, “You’re never home, you don’t give a shit about me.”

“Watch your mouth! Ungrateful. I told you Carol. Doesn’t appreciate anything I do for him–”

“I can’t,” Steve threw his hands up as if to shield himself from the words his father was hurling at him, voice thick as he hissed through his tears. Snatching his keys from the hook next to his mom he knew he couldn’t be there anymore.

“Steve, your father doesn’t mean it–”

“I do mean it! Don’t you walk away from me, boy, we’re not done here! I’ve got a flight in the morning and–”

“Yeah? Well gee, dad, have a great trip!” Steve snapped, slamming the door behind him as he left. The tears came more freely then as the hot, sticky summer air hit him, thick and suffocating and too warm. He cranked his BMW to life, speakers screaming as he turned up the volume, and backed out of the drive before ripping down the street toward Tommy’s to steal Jim Hopper’s rig.

Paying no attention to where he was walking, Steve let muscle memory guide him down main street. A light sheen of sweat was clinging to his forehead and brows as the sun beat down on him and his anger faded with each step in the heat. Tommy and Kyle were going to give him so much shit for his community service stint, Steve could already hear them laughing, and he toed a rock into the road. A muttered dammit came forth, eyes still on the ground, but then someone was shouting at him.

“Hey! Watch out!”

Eyes wide, the boy standing in the middle of the sidewalk clearly wasn’t going to move, so you angled your board into the grass and jumped off, hands flying up to grab fistfuls of his shirt as your feet hit the concrete.

“Shit!” he yelped, his own hands grabbing onto to your arms. You stood like that for a moment as if to make sure you were both okay, but then the boy was letting go and pushing himself away from you, threading his fingers through his hair to try and regain his composure. “Watch where you’re going,” he sniped, tone packing more heat than he’d intended.

You scoffed. “Where I’m going?” crossing your arms over your chest you fixed him with a look, “I’m not the one with my eyes glued to the pavement.” Bending down to grab your board, you tucked it under your arm and glared. He was taller than you by at least a few inches, moles chasing along his jaw and cheeks, hazel colored hair messy across his forehead and eyes all warm honey and burnt caramel. He might have been pretty if not for the scowl on his face.

“Pedestrians get the right of way,” he sniped, throwing an arm out toward your skateboard.

“Okay,” huffing a laugh you shouldered past him, but he caught your hand.

“Hey! Where are you going? Shouldn’t you apologize?”

“I’m so sorry,” your voice was sugar and saccharine sweet, but it didn’t match the look on your face as you tossed your board to the ground, “Don’t get run over!”

“Oh nice, really nice!” he yelled after you, and when you glanced over your shoulder to give a wave you laughed at the sight of him. All worked up, hand on his hip, lips twisted into a frown and hair caught up in the heat.

“The nicest!” you called and with a few kicks off the pavement you were gone around the corner toward the gas station for a blue-raspberry Icee, leaving Steve there cursing on the sidewalk with an infuriating curiosity as to who had almost run him over.

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

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem #steve stranger things #steve x you #stranger things au #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fic #steve harrington series #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader

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lovethathookhausen730 · 6 months

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Synthetic Love

Part 2: A night to remember

Summery: YN ends up going to the club but instead of meeting up with Tyler she ends up meeting someone else....

Tags: @kennadawn2002 @shawtys-things

Y/N'S POV

I decided to end up going to the club with Skye and Willow as we decided to wear something sexy for this occasion I never thought I would wear anything like this but here I am I look over at Skye and Willow as they were both fixing there hair and makeup while I decided to struggle with the outfit as soon as we were done we headed out towards the club as Skye was right about the club not being far from the hotel

We entered the club as I saw a few Halloween decorations and the smell was a mixture of alcohol, sweat and possibly sex I didn't know how I would feel about this as I turn to my corner to see Skye and Willow disappear from me I sighed deeply and decided to head towards the bar and order a shot of tequila as I tipped the bartender and took my shot and drink my tequila as I looked around and see Skye dancing all up on Kyle Fletcher one of the Aussie Open members

I immediately felt a hand on my shoulder and yelp slightly as I turn around to see a man in a bun with black shades on as he sat next to me

"sorry didn't mean to scare ya here I heard your new in AEW" he said loud enough for me to hear him through the music blaring in the club

"yeah I am who are you exactly?" I asked as he took his shades off and sets them in his pocket as he looked back at me

"Jack Perry what's your name?" He said as I fixed my hair and outfit and looked back at him

"Y/N" I said as I looked at the bartender and order another shot of tequila as Jack ended up ordering a shot of tequila as well

"nice to meet you Y/N oh and congratulations on your debut win you here with anyone?" He asked as he took a shot and looked at me

"I'm here with Skye and Willow" I told him as he nods in reply as I clear my throat "I was supposed to meet someone else here" I added as Jack looked at me

"who?" He asked as the bartender made a few more shots of tequila for both me and him

"Tyler have you seen him?" I asked as Jack shook his head

"he was here with a few friends but he left early he's not much of a club kinda guy" Jack said as I nod in reply as he held up the shot "wanna just take shots?" He asked me as I nod in reply as me and Jack begin taking shots one after another

After about an hour I felt completely dizzy and ill as giggled slightly as I tried to stand up but ended up falling on the ground as I laugh again

"ok missy that's enough for you tonight time to take you back to the hotel" Jack said as he picks me up and takes me out of the club and puts me in the passenger seat of his car as he closed my door and gets into the driver seat as he began driving towards the hotel

"hey um Jack..." I asked as he kept driving as I tried to get his attention

"yes y/n?" He asked calmly as he watches my trying to get his attention

"do you maybe wanna have fun with me tonight in the hotel room?" I asked as Jack's eyes went wide as he looked at me

"I can't I'm supposed to meet up with my girlfriend" he said as I giggled slightly

"come on your girlfriend won't find out please" I begged as he sighs deeply and parked the car

"oh alright" Jack said as he got out of his car and helped me out of his car and carried me towards his hotel room and I decided to lean in and kiss him deeply as we both began to remove our clothes as I knew right then and there this was going to be a night to remember....

#jungle boy #jack perry #aew imagine #jack perry x reader #jungle boy x reader

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cinnajun · 2 years

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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: rainy joyrides | csb

summary | there’s a certain tension between yourself and the pretty boy who just so happens to take the same exact 5 pm bus as you every day. the thing is, you haven’t spoken to each other once.

genre | university au, fluff, second-hand embarrassment

wc | 1.1k

a/n: if huang renjun occupies one side of my heart choi soobin occupies the other

EVERY SINGLE DAY, for weeks now, you’ve seen the exact same boy on your bus. He’s maybe one of the most gorgeous people you’ve ever laid eyes upon, from the ever-changing color of his hair to the way his lips seem to be formed into a permanent smile.

He’s tall, taller than most people, and he likes to wear collared shirts and striped sweaters. His hair has gone from purple to blue, to brown, to black, but he still manages to keep it looking healthy and happy. He’s always listening to music on the bus, but he never uses the same pair of earphones; it periodically cycles from wired to bluetooth, earbuds to headphones. When it’s rainy, there’s always an umbrella next to him, wet and dripping onto the seats. Even when the seat next to him is empty, he still puts his bag on his lap or in between his legs, leaving it open for anyone who might need it.

If you’ve read the patch on his backpack—seemingly a relic from his high school uniform—his name is Choi Soobin.

You don’t know much about Choi Soobin, other than the persona he assumes when he’s on the bus. He gets on before you, and his stop is after yours, so you don’t know where he comes from or where he goes. You’ve never tried to sit next to him—you have your own seats on the vehicle where you sit every day—and you don’t think you ever will, because there’s something fun about not knowing him.

In your mind, he’s a person that’s not meant to be known in your lifetime. Maybe one day, the bus will be full, and the only spot available will be the spot next to him, and maybe you’ll have a small conversation. Maybe you’ll find out where he comes from and where he goes.

Or, maybe, you won’t. You wouldn’t be too affected either way.

Right now, you weren’t even thinking about Choi Soobin. It was the middle of August, and warm rain was pouring down onto your poor, raincoat-less self. You were hugging your backpack to your stomach, running towards the bus stop in hopes you wouldn’t miss it. Waiting in the rain seemed awful, especially since the stop didn’t offer any protection.

If you hadn’t hesitated to leave, you wouldn’t be running at all right now, and you’d probably already be on the bus. The stop was in sight, and the bus was there, but the driver could close the doors at any moment.

From what you could see, the bus was packed, likely as a result of the rain essentially coming out of nowhere and destroying everyone’s weekend plans. You hoped there would at least be a place for you to comfortably stand, if you even made it on.

As you ran, you noticed the bus driver staring at the door, motioning at you to hurry up. He must’ve been waiting for you, which you would have to tip him for later. As you reached the bus, you practically tripped on the stairs leading up.

Everyone on the bus seemed to stare at you, wondering why you were important enough to wait a whole minute for. The bus driver didn’t wait for you to sit, either, taking off onto the road and nearly knocking you over again.

Soaking wet and mildly embarrassed, you examined your surroundings. People were holding onto the bars above, taking up almost all the space on the bus. From the looks of it, all the seats were taken by people you’d never seen before, one girl holding a picnic basket and looking near tears.

Then, you looked at the back row. Choi Soobin, who had been staring straight at you, averted his eyes, slowly picking up his backpack—which was on the chair next to him—and holding it on his lap. You waited a moment before shoving your way through the bus, arriving right in front of the seat adjacent to him.

“Are you sure?” you asked, squeezing your backpack. “I’m…soaking wet.”

“I don’t mind.”

So, you sat. This might’ve been one of the most awkward moments of your life, sitting here, right next to a boy who you’ve created an entire persona for in your mind. He didn’t say anything, not about you and not about how your arm (wet and gross) was pressed up against his, making his sleeve wet too.

The bus was completely silent, save for the soft sobs of the picnic girl from before, which made you feel awfully uncomfortable. This seriously had to be the worst bus ride of your life, especially since you’d chosen this specific bus to take home because nobody usually took it. Now, everybody and their mothers were on it, and you were right next to Choi Soobin, who you preferred to keep separate from your life.

As if things couldn't get any worse, the bus driver suddenly slammed on breaks, causing everyone to lunge forward. You immediately reached out to find anything stable, letting your bag fall to the floor with a sad “thump.”

There were a few yelps, along with a couple pf people falling straight onto the floor. The bus driver rammed the horn, yelling several profanities accompanied by a “don’t drive in the rain if you don’t know how to!”

Once the bus leveled out, you let out a huge sigh, closing your eyes. Then, you realized that the thing your right hand was holding onto was warm, fleshy, and definitely belonging to a human person. In shock, you turned towards Soobin, who turned towards you, hand tightly gripping your own.

Oh, you thought, mentally screaming at yourself. That’s embarrassing.

Clearing your throat, you yanked your hand away, going to swipe up your backpack from the floor. Thunder shrieked in the distance, causing the person sitting in front of you to, quite literally, jump out of their seat.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, squeezing the bag to your chest again.

“No…no problem,” he stuttered. “You have soft hands.”

Yikes. You cringed at that, and he cringed too, and you wished your stop would come up now.

“That was bad. Sorry.”

“No, this is just bad in general,” you waved him off, trying to ignore the churning feeling in your stomach. This was awful. “Thanks for saving me the seat, though.”

“You’re welcome.”

And you didn’t speak another word for the rest of the ride.

thank you for reading!

#cinna.tubatu #txt x reader #tomorrow by together x reader #txt fluff #txt scenarios #txt imagines #soobin x reader #choi soobin x reader #soobin scenarios #soobin fluff #soobin imagines #req

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thekinkyleopard · 1 year

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The Festival: How bout them apples?

A Remi x Levi SnzFic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

🍋

Lemons, SnzFet, Fluff

Author’s Note: Hello my wonderful Snow Puppies! It is I, Kez! Back with more snzfet for y’all! This time Remi is our target! You asked! You shall receive! Let’s get into it! PS: I love feedback 🫣👉🏻👈🏻 And of course, credits to @aller-geez for the art, title, and characters Remi and Drae (mentioned later)

DESCRIPTION: Levi drags Remi to the local apple festival. Said wolf is acting like a Grade A beast on such a lovely day, Levi decides to teach him a lesson, will it prove fruitful? Or backfire?

“Baaaaaaaabbbbbyyyyy~~~~” the bubbly Leopard sang into the open space and bounced his way into the now rocking bus. “I have something for us to do!!” Excited as ever he wrapped his arms around the back of a sitting Remi to dangle in front of him. Kissing the side of the wolf’s temple, said man paused his guitar playing and looked to the side, his face apprehensive to these, plans.

“And what might that include?” Asking cautiously, green orbs narrowed, thin brow raised.

“Apple picking! Apple ice cream! Apple croissants and pancakes and and ….” Cut off suddenly, Remi sighed and threw his head back into the leopard’s chest, looking up at him now.

“But that means…other people will be around,” grumbling from between his lips.

“Hush! We are making core memories! Get your shoes and let’s go!” Giggling before kissing the other’s now wrinkled forehead.

“But…” suddenly cut off by his overtly exuberant boyfriend.

“No buts! Apple festival!” Patting Remi on his shoulders to indicate he would like to get up from this position. Leaning forward to free his mate and setting his guitar down with a deep sigh, they both gathered themselves and came to their feet. Begrudgingly, the wolf walked over and shoveled his feet into his boots, grabbing the keys to Ethel and standing by the door.

“I’m ready…” he mumbled grumpily looking down at the ground unenthused. Levi giggled rolling his sky blue eyes before grabbing his wallet and phone. He practically skipped over to Remi in just a few short feet, stood on his tip toes and kissed him on the cheek, nodding swiftly.

“Off we go then!” Smiling his famous bright smile that could get Remi to do anything he’d ever desired. They made their way into the vehicle, buckled and hit the road. Being passenger princess, Levi was in charge of the music, normally he would play whatever obnoxious artist he had discovered that week, but he was trying to have mercy on his beloved mate. So he decided to put on his favorite, Guardin. As they listened to the music, both of them began to sing along, every now and then catching a side glimpse of the other to admire their cuteness, it was easy to get lost in the happiness of it. Remi, finally finding himself coming out of that distasteful mood, reached over, and slapped an open hand down onto the leopard’s thigh, gripping it lovingly as they drove together. Levi placed a gentle palm down on top of the hand and carried on singing to “Luminary” as he gazed out the window. They sat like this the whole drive there, singing and enjoying the presence of one another on a beautiful scenic drive, before they finally pulled up to the festival. “Eek! We’re here!” Bouncing in his seat now. The leopard simply LOVED doing things, exploring the world and everything humans had to offer in it. More importantly, experiencing those things with his person. He quickly flung his seat belt off as Remi used both his hands now to park and get himself collected enough to leave as he slowly unbuckled.

Levi already throwing himself out of the van, feet hitting the dusty dirt parting lot with a thud. “I’m so excited~” he wiggled his butt back and forth skipping over to the driver’s side, awaiting his less than pumped boyfriend. Before the large man got out of the vehicle, he swiped a cigarette from the pack on his dash. Putting the stick to his lips now, he lit it, then swung his legs out of the van to join his boyfriend in the world. Slamming the door shut behind him, else it wouldn’t shut, he took a long drag and blew it out to the side, away from his mate’s face.

“Alright…let’s do this…” taking yet another drag, Levi folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

“Well I have to wait til you’re done smoking now! You can’t bring that in there!” Furrowing his adorable face into that of inpatient agitation. Letting out an airy chuckle to the reaction he was getting from the younger leopard, he took another drag and exhaled before scraping the cigarette out and tucking it behind his ear. Wondering how long he could act like a stick in the mud in order to get Levi to give in and take them home.

“Fine, I got my fix a bit at least, I’ll save the rest for later,” though he was slightly miffed he couldn’t finish his peaceful stick of cancer, he was still smiling. Despite the smaller’s attitude, it always made Remi feel slightly giddy to see he could so easily ruffle the man’s excited feathers. It was but a simple reminder of how attached they were to each other. With one quick swoop, the wolf snagged onto his boyfriend’s hand and nudged his head toward the festival gates. “Come on cutie,” the once frowning face turned up into a quick and bright smile again.

“Yay!!! I really want to go Apple picking first! Get as many of the good ones we can, Drae told me the west section of trees usually has no one cause it’s the furthest out…so we should go that way!” Just the sound of that twit’s name brought chills to Remi’s body, and an insufferable feeling of rage.

“This was DRAE’S idea?!” He snapped his head to the side with a scowl. Levi sucked in his lips, and shrunk, feeling very small under his boyfriend’s rage.

“Yes…BUT… Me and Drae share a lot of similar qualities so he knew I’d love the festival, gawsh, you need to stop hating him so much, he’s done nothing to you!” His eyebrows fell now with irritation before looking over at his grumbling mate.

“Not directly…but mentally…he is the human embodiment of nails on a chalkboard,” he looked away from the judging leopard now who scoffed at him.

“You’re so dramatic, let’s go Sir Gumpy pants,” tugging the hand of his slightly annoyed boyfriend and dragging him to the entrance booth. An older lady greeted them with a sincere smile before she asked,

“Two tickets, gentlemen?” To which Levi rapidly nodded his head, cheesin like he was a kid at Disneyland, messy mullet flowing about. Remi pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his ripped black jeans with one swift movement. “That’ll be $40!” The lady responded cheerfully to them both. The wolf scoffed and judged the price in his head. Gently, subtly, Levi nudged his mate with his elbow, still smiling brightly at the attendant assisting them. Her once genuine smile turned to that of a nervous one when Remi’s unamused, green eyes made contact with hers. He slid the money to her on the counter and opened his palm face up awaiting the tickets he just paid for. Whilst slightly shaking, the woman places them in his open hand and nods. “E-Enjoy…” as they walked away towards the rest of the festival, Levi sighed exasperated. “Remington…must you exude such a dark aura that you scare an innocent old lady?” he was talking to the man beside him, but his eyes were scanning all the booths around them. His internal excitement bubbling up once again in the pit of his stomach.

“Hey, you know pleasant people make me uncomfortable, I can’t help myself..” he muttered sheepishly as he held tighter to his boyfriend’s hand.

“You really gotta work on that,” they both cracked a genuine smile as they playfully nudged into each other. Eventually, making their way over to the orchard half of the festival, Levi’s main target of the evening. Approaching a bald headed farmer who looked at the two men holding hands, and tried to reserve his judgements, he nodded at them. “You folks here to pick some apples?” Remi couldn’t help but scoff once again.

“No, actually, came to chop em down,” it was a joke, but clearly it went over the man’s head.

“Excuse me?” He said with a raised eyebrow. Both of the boys could hardly contain their snickers and chuckles. Giving off a nervous, but breathy chuckle Levi spoke this time.

“He’s just messin’ with you, sir, yes we would love to pick some apples!” Pulling on Remi’s arm as he bounced on his toes excitedly looking about at all the trees. His eyes zeroed in on the furthest orchard to the west. He could tell there were still fruitfuls of trees out that way.

“Ah! I see,” the farmer cracked a smile now, pleasantly surprised to find he was just being goofed with. The man took it in stride before telling them “it’ll be $10 a bucket, alright boys?” Remi looked down at his bouncing giddy boyfriend and sighed obviously unable to turn it down. ‘Jesus Christ what was the ticket fee for then?’ He wondered to himself before fishing out another $20 from his wallet, handing it to the man. “Alrighty, grab yourself a bucket and go to town, whatever you can fit you can take with ya,” the shiny headed man said as he stashed the bills in his til. The boys each took a bucket and once that bucket was in his hands, Levi took off. “Hey!” Remi grinned before sprinting after him.

“Come on! We gotta get to the west! That’s where the best apples are!” He looked behind him with the widest grin the wolf had probably ever seen him wear. Besides the time he first said the L word. Unable to stop his heart from melting at the sight of his favorite person so delighted, he quickly caught the leopard’s pace as they dashed to the furthest corner of the orchard. They arrived and as they caught their breath they looked in amazement by how many apples were on these trees compared to the ones up by the front.

“This is awesome!” Levi shimmied his body holding his bucket close to his chest. Remi looked about and then set his bucket on the ground.

“Alright Kitten, go to town,” he yawned, leaning up against one of the many fruit-filled trees. Levi sharply turned around and looked at his mate with utter shock and disappointment.

“No! Not just me, you gotta pick em too that’s the point! If I wanted to pick apples by myself I wouldn’t have bothered to bring you, silly!” Picking up Remi’s bucket now and handing it to him. He was starting to get slightly annoyed with just how grumpy the wolf was being today. Did he not have his coffee? Was it cause he only had a few puffs of cigarette? He wasn’t sure but Levi was quickly concocting a way to get back at the man for being such a debbie downer on such a fine festival afternoon. Grabbing it with lose hands, Remi furrowed his brows at his boyfriend.

“Fine…but I’m gonna complain the whole time,” he smirked playfully, he could tell he was getting under the smaller’s skin just by the look in his eyes. Truthfully, they loved to test each other now that they’re this far into their relationship. Turning around dramatically, with the sass of a thousand bratty teenagers, Remi began yanking and pulling at the apples letting them fall into the bucket with a *thump* Levi stood there, arms crossed, hip cocked as he carefully studied the other man. ‘Look at him being such a butthead about this…you know…that’s it, I’m teaching him a lesson…’ and while the wolf was obviously distracted in his own pity, the leopard concentrated really hard, narrowing his eyes as he centered his thoughts. Out popped two black and white teddy bear shaped ears, and a long, fluffy, elegant spotted grey tail. Wiggling it back and forth beside him, he slowly approached Remi from behind with the stealth of a cat. With one fell swoop, allowed his tail to gently swish past Remi’s fragile nose. The man froze, feeling the tickle, his throat already starting to get a hint of that itching feeling.

“Levi…” he muttered slowly before turning around. “What did you just…hah…Hhh…” it built up in him faster now, his heart racing a million miles per minute. Eyes squinting without control “N-No—…HaAaAa…” trying his best to stifle what was to come but like an abrupt punch to the gut, it hit him. “Hh’itSCHUU!” He sneezed once into his arm. “HhHhh-Haah…L-Lee…v..hah…HAH’TSCHU!” The leopard felt immensely satisfied wiggling his tail back and forth in a quick flutter. He giggled and he quickly offered the sleeve of his hoodie to him.

“Need a tissue, honey?” He asked playfully, but also genuinely. Remi grabbed the smaller’s arm, but quickly spun him around to wrap his arms around his waist and bury his face into the side of the leopard’s neck. Not realizing his ears and tail still very much out, so this would only make the problem, much worse. He felt flushed, flustered, and most importantly, stuffed. “Babdy…snf..why?” Whimpering into his mate now as he sniffled and stifled. “H-heh…” feeling it coming on once again. Levi giggled and wrapped his arms around the arms that were enveloping his waist.

“You were such a stinky grumpy man today, I thought I’d teach you a lesson,” his tone was more than satisfied, and proud.

“H-hh..you..on purpude??” He lifted his head now, shocked by the betrayal, though his gaze was straight ahead the man below him could almost feel the consequences of his actions coming to fruition soon. “Heh…HH’TSCHU!” Unable to control the feeling of an insatiable itch within him that must be scratched. His face was hot, in fact his whole body felt hot. He couldn’t escape it, no matter how many times he rubbed, and sniffled against the cat’s hoodie.He whimpered gently against the other. All anything he did was make it infinitely worse.

Levi was starting to have some reserves about what he had just done..‘Oh no…he’s really struggling…’ he bit his lower lip, brows turned up with worry. He unlatched the man’s arms from him in order to turn himself around to face the mess of man. “Baby?” He asked softly, scanning over the other’s face. Remi’s bright green eyes were glistening as the tears welled within them, cheeks flushed with a light rose color and his nose was raw from rubbing against the leopard’s light blue hoodie. The wolf pouted, he looked down at Levi with a heartbroken expression.

“You dibd dids to meb?!” Lower lip fully jutted as he spoke with tear stained cheeks. Now Levi was pouting, his heart felt like it had been kicked around and he no longer liked this game, he concentrated again, his cat features quickly vanishing as he tried to soothe his suffering partner.

“I did, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it would come out this badly…” Levi scooped his sleeve past the tips of his fingers, gripping the material tightly so it would stay over his hand. He then brought it up to Remi’s poor sore nosey, and began to gently dab at it.

“Heh…snf…HH..oh god…” he mumbled between stifles, lifting his head up towards the sky, mouth gapped open as he let out another force full sneeze. “HIH’ITTSCHUU!” Groaning immediately afterwards as he looked back down to his guilty mate.

“Oh honey…I’m so sorry…what have I done?” Levi’s tone of voice was that of worry as he continued to dab and rub at the wolf’s nose for him. The care his boyfriend was showing towards him, despite being the source of his pain, caused Remi’s heart to flutter a bit with excitement. He continued to observe the leopard as he was cleaning up after each blow, sometimes spraying past himself, causing his lips to moisten. “Is it getting any better?” The smaller asked looking up with those bright blue orbs of anxiousness.

“Nobe…heh…Hh~” he stifled once more, Levi held his sleeve up to the other’s nose.

“Go on, let it out Daddy, I won’t be upset,” voice tender and loving as he braced himself for impact. Something about that absolutely sent chills down Remi’s spine, did he just? Is he? ‘God…he’s so cute right now…’ he thought to himself before he could feel the build up once again. He huffed through his nose “H-heh…” but the second he did that, the cool breeze reactivated that ever so stubborn tickle. “HH’TSCHU!” Another medium decibel sneeze rocked through the core of his system, letting loose on the cat’s sleeve, grabbing it from behind with his hand to steady it closer to his face.

“There you go, handsome, that’s right,” smiling gently up at him. He couldn’t take it, between the fragile state of being that was his current fit, and the sight of his mate being so doting after causing this whole thing, he moved his hand now to snake around the other’s small thin waist.

“Woulbd it be toob ribdiculus to fuck right bow?” Face flushing harder than it originally was as he pulled the male closer, sticking their foreheads together, the wolf’s slightly clammy from his current condition. Levi could only giggle as he brushed some of the loose strands of black hair from Remi’s eyes.

“I’ve seen you perform under worse circumstances…but are you sure?” he whispered seductively at first but then, quickly turned into worry again.

“Stob beibg so carinbg, it’s going straibht to mby dick,” mustering up a charismatic smirk, his nostrils still bright red. They both looked at each other with a heated gaze before each male took the time to check their surroundings first. The coast was completely clear, no one was walking out this far. Grabbing his mate by the front of his hoodie, Remi dragged him through the orchard now, making sure they had enough coverage for what he was about to do to him. Once the spot was secured, letting go of the hoodie his hand quickly snatched Levi by the base of his throat within the V of his hand. Pushing his back up against the front of him, he drove the leopard straight into a tree trunk until he was pinned there. Hand squeezing just slightly.

“Yoube really donbe it now, kitteb,” his voice still blocked up from his post sneezing stuffy nose. “Youbb be luckby to wablk out of hereb wibhout my helb,” Levi’s breath hitched underneath the hand that held his neck, hands braced up against the tree as he teasingly rubbed his ass against the front of Remi’s already too tight jeans. The feeling of having his throbbing length pushed up against, caused a low growl to escape the depths of the wolf’s chest. “Whob do youb thigk youb are, hubh?” Questioning his boyfriend, his lips at the other’s pierced ear, licking the shell of it.

Levi received full body shudders from the way the taller was speaking into his canal, teasing it so seductively. “I’ve been terribly bad, daddy I’m so sorry~” he whimpered against him, still desperately rubbing his rear end along the stiff shaft that begged for exposure.

“Well dow I have to pudish you,” despite the inflections of his voice, the deepness, the sincerity of it, Levi’s own length started struggling against the fabric of his pants. Desperate to be touched, needing the other so bad he could feel his body starting to tremor. Remi’s free hand worked quick on the leopard’s jeans, flicking open the button and quickly drawing down his zipper. He shoved the pieces of fabric downward, just barely enough to expose Levi’s pale awaiting ass.

“Please…hurry..I need it, Daddy,” he struggled to gasp behind the hand that tightened ever so slightly around his throat again. Blue orbs floating back behind his skull, freckled cheeks dusted pink. He continued to uncomfortably shift his hips to receive more friction between them.

“Daddy’s goigg to bake a bess out of you,” his whisper drenched in a much more sinister aura, despite being stuffed. He gripped the base of his wet length, and started pushing it against Levi’s tight, wanting entrance. The leopard let out a slightly muffled moan. “Are you ready, Kitted? Here I cobe,” despite his face still being mildly irritated, and his nose being completely plugged, Remi’s whole body was lit with passion, being driven by pure instinct and lust as he drove his craving length deeply inside of the other’s waiting hole. Both of the men groaned and gasped with complete bliss, wasting no time, the wolf began to animalistic-ally thrust himself in and back out, rapidly tearing through Levi’s tight ass. One hand on his throat and the other assertively on his left ass cheek. His grip was so hard it was sure to leave behind finger shaped bruising. However, the cat didn’t care as he started to drool slightly out the side of his mouth.

“You feel so fucking good, please don’t stop,” Levi gasped again, his own hand coming up to push at the one on his neck. Forcing the grip to get tighter, more aggressive.

“Youb like that? Tell daddy how buch you lobe his dick, baby,” hot breath against his ear, the slurry of words swirling inside the folds of his brain, Levi couldn’t help but continue to moan helplessly.

“It..s….soOoo..goOo.d…da…ddy,” struggling to get the syllables out as his hole was relentlessly pounded into.

“That’s right, that’s daddy’s home isd’t it?“ slowly his nose was starting to clear up, but not completely, as the adrenaline, started to rush through him. Sweat forming at his hair line from the consistent thrusting, though hidden underneath all the length of mop, you could see a bead fall behind from his forehead every now and then if you tried.

“Yes….Sir….”uttering what he could as the grip only managed to get tighter, his once pale face a very light shade of lilac as he struggled to breath. The wolf only lessened his grip every 30-60 seconds, just to ensure his mate wouldn’t go passing out on him. With controlled breathing, and the thick length pumping inside him, Levi could no longer take it. “Please…let…me touch?” He managed to squeeze the words out with a pleading whimper.

“Go ahead, Kitted, you cad touch,” giving the cat full permission to ravish himself. Levi didn’t even take a second to consider it, or hesitate, he swiftly grabbed hold of his leaking, anguished length, and started to vigorously stroke between thrusts. Remi’s head falling forward to rest against that of his boyfriend’s, he positioned his legs further apart so he could scoop his hips in the upward position. Hitting the small male right in his prostate. “Shit..” Levi hissed with pure ecstasy, seeing stars floating about the center of his vision, feeling the pressure building and threatening to boil over.

“Are you goigg to cub for daddy? Go od, spill that hot load for be, I wadt to see you cobe uddode,” his hot voice still murmuring silkened stuffy words through his ear. This caused Levi’s whole body to tremble and shake, his vision starting to blur and blacken.

“Go-..d…I’m gonna…” and just like that, Levi blew his long awaited load hard, painting the tree he was pinned up against. Remi growled with animalistic lust, craving his own sweet release.

“Just a secodd…albost there…” hesitating on the last half of that sentence, he plunged himself deeper, pulling back out only to dive right back in. The pressure of Levi’s constricting walls was proving too much as his own orgasm threatened to burst through. “Oh fuck I’b cobiggggg…” elongated as he moaned the last word before the climax hit him as if he’d been snapped like a glow stick, he bent at the waist, hips stuttering as his body convulsed. “Fuck….” He hissed again, groaning inwardly as his seed spilled inside the other and dripped downward into the leopard’s jeans. Remi collapsing behind Levi, letting go of his neck as they caught their breath. They gasped and panted for a while before scrambling to fix their pants.

“Jesus…” Levi said in a breathy fashion. The wolf managed to take his weight off his boyfriend long enough for the male to turn around and face him. “That was so good,” he smiled a full toothy grin.

“Yeah? How ‘bout them apples?” He chuckled now feeling much more cleared up and comfortable after reaching his climax. The leopard’s eyes widened in panic.

“Oh no, the apples! We gotta hurry and collect those before that guy comes looking for us..” looking behind him, feeling a tad paranoid, to see that their buckets were indeed still over where they’d abandoned them for their quickie.

“Is there a time limit to apple picking?” The wolf asked curiously as they started to walk towards the spot they’d originally came from.

“Honestly…not entirely sure but I’d like to finish this up, and maybe go in for round two in the van…?” Biting his lower lip and looking the other up and down as if he were already mentally undressing him.

“I won’t argue with that,” the wolf said with a cheeky smile before they hurriedly gathered the fresh fruits.

The end

Author’s Note: I know I said look out for the next /3/ days but …I cracked this out in one just for my snzfuckr Snow Puppies 😚🤌🏻 Hope you enjoyed! 🫶🏻

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