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savingcrxws · 10 months

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EYES ON FIRE | just pretend

[ next chap ]

synopsis. you and carmen start off on the wrong foot and richie stirs the pot.

word count. 3.5k

warnings. language, hardly proofread but i tried

authors note. lets goooo, this is based off of this headcanon that i would recommend reading before this chapter(kinda treat it as a prologue)--lets get to part one!

"Richie, you dick."

If you had a dime for everytime Richard Jerimovich managed to inconvenience you, you could probably buy the Bean three times over.

But this, this really takes the cake.

“Well if it isn’t our little college graduate here in good ol’ Orleans Street,” Richie cheers, throwing his hands in the air in fake surprise as a smirk rises slowly onto his face. You feel like if you were to glare at the man any harder, you might actually make his head explode.

“What brings you here, sweetheart?”

You take a minute to try to collect yourself before you absolutely blow up in Richie’s face. Carmen stands directly across from you, just behind the bar, dressed in a dirtied white tee stained in a sauce of some kind. He’s very obviously avoiding eye contact with you, leaning over the bar and seemingly very interested in the walls around you.

“If I recall correctly, you asked me to come here, Richie,” you grit out, gripping the tote bag that hangs over your shoulder tighter. You press your lips together before a choice few words slide from between your teeth.

You see Carmen tense up at what you said, shoulders hunching up before dropping almost as quickly. The dirty blonde brings a hand up to his forehead in what you can only assume to be pure disbelief.

You continue. “You called me literally like, two hours ago.”

“Really, me? You sure it wasn’t another Richie? Maybe a Rick?”

“Richie, please don’t piss me off right now. I swear to God–”

A loud slam interrupts the developing argument and nealyr sends you flying out of your skin.

Your eyes dart over to Carmen, whose hands are splayed flat across the span of the bar. His head is tilted down, curls falling to cover almost all of what you could see of his face. He takes a breath before turning his head to look at the older man behind him.

His face is a bright red, angry flush sinking down past the collar of his shirt.

“Richie, you motherfucker,” he grits out, dragging a hand down his mouth before slamming his fist on the bar counter, rattling the plates and miscellaneous cups that littered across it. Richie tenses up behind him, catching on to the anger almost radiating off of him.

"Why the fuck would you invite her here?" Carmen yells, speaking of you like you weren't only a couple feet away from him. You frown, insulted at his disregard of you.

"Oh believe me, I hardly am jumping to be here myself, Berzatto." You spit.

Richie raises his hands in defense, taking a step back as Carmen bucks up towards him. “Hey, man, don’t shoot the messenger.” He casts a stray hand in your direction and Carmen’s eyes instinctively follow, making eye contact for the first time since you entered the restaurant.

The heat of his stare was strong, something that you could best describe as a blend of anxiety and anger. You notice that his eyes trail up and down your form, not in a "checking you out way" and more of a "I cant believe you're here right now" way.

“Bug usually never responds to my messages! Honestly, how was I supposed to know she would now,” Richie continues, still trying to maintain distance away from Carmen.

Carmen seems overwhelmed, split between jumping at Richie for his fake naivete or running a million miles away from you. He curls his hands into fist, and for a second, you think he's going to throw a punch. Quickly though, Carmen steps away from Richie and casts one more look towards you.

You wait for him to say something to your face, but he doesn't.

“I’m leaving,” Carmen mumbles under his breath, taking in another deep breath before abruptly turning and throwing open the kitchen door. The swinging door flies out and hits the wall, a sudden crack that you are sure would leave a dent later. Almost immediately, you hear the sound of distant bustling and pans clattering around.

A voice yells out in confusion. “What the hell, Jeff?”

You bring a hand to your forehead, feeling a headache incoming. It couldn’t have been more than three minutes and simply being around Carmen had given you more stress than you’ve had in the past week. Casting a glance up at Richie, you give him a final glare. The man simply shrugs his shoulders and gives a charismatic grin. “Well, that was pleasant wasn’t it, bug?”

“Ayo, Richie, what the fuck is up with Jeff,” a voice questions as they walk in from the path of destruction that Carmen left in his behind. The owner of that voice is none other than Tina, and for some reason, seeing her alleviates at least some of the headache you feel pulsating across your skull. Tina casts a confused glance at Richie, who simply points over in your direction. Tina’s eyes follow and when she makes eye contact with you a familiar smile drapes across her lips.

"Oh, well now I understand why Jeff's so pissed off."

"Yeah, and then the asshole has the nerve to act all coy, like he didn't blow my phone up with messages begging me to go down to the restaurant," you complained, throwing your head back to take another gulp of the wine in your cup.

In front of you, Sugar swirled her own glass of sparkling grape juice, shaking her head in disbelief at the absurdity of it all.

Shortly after Tina had walked out, you had left the restaurant (not before flipping Richie the bird) and immediately went to text Sugar for a rant session. Being the absolute angel that she is, she agreed almost immediately, stating that she had some qualms she wanted to rave about as well. Two glasses of Merlot for you and some non-alcoholic beverages for Natalie later, you two were sitting on the two ends of Sugar's couch, the TV playing a rerun of Selling New York as background sound for your current conversation.

"Yeah, Richie is a jerk." You nod in appreciation for her understadning your annoyance.

"And don't even get me started on you-know-who's reaction? He barely even acknowledged my existence!" You throw your free hand in the air. "Speaking about me like I wasn't right there?"

You release an exasperated sigh. "The ego on that guy."

Natalie hums, taking a languid sip of her drink. "Well, that sounds like Carmy alright. A tiny little ball of asshole-ery at any given point of time." The blonde reaches a hand over and places it on your knee. "Sorry my brother is such a dick."

You give a small smile at Sugar, resting your own hand on top of hers. "No need, it's clear you took all the 'sane person' genes in the Berzatto bloodline." Your joke pulls a giggle out of Sugar, the slight truth of her statement not missing between the two of you.

"But enough about me," you place your glass down on her coffee table before continuing. "What's going on in your life Nat?"

You listen as she rants about the stress of preparing for a bringing baby into the home. She talks about how those Al-Anon meetings she regularly attends are going, and how her one coworker Bryson seems to have a vendetta against her.

After a moment, Natalie coughs slightly, eyes darting across the living room in thought before returning back to you. "And well, I hate to keep talking about Carmy but..."

The smile drops quickly off of your face as Sugar trails the last word. "But what, Suge?"

"Buttt, Carmen's trying to rebuild The Beef," Sugar peers down into the contents of her glass as she speaks, "he's rebranding it as The Bear, and I've been trying to help him and the crew get everything sorted before they start tearing the building down."

You press your lips together tight at the mention of the familiar name.

"Personally, Carm, I don't see much wrong with the restaurant now?"

"The place is held together by a roll of duct tape and a dream, bug, I don't think you have to look very hard to see some issues."

You glance up at him from your position on his chest, looking as he gazed up at the ceiling of your bedroom. While his gaze was physically directed at the old glow in the dark stars scattered across the ceiling, you could tell his head was in a total different world.

"So you want to start a new restaurant?" You question, watching as Carmen shakes his head as soon as the words leave your lips.

"Nah, I just want to make it better, ya know? For Mikey, and Sugar, and Ma."

Sugar, noticing you are distracted, stops her sentence and gives a little frown, watching as your gaze drifts off somewhere distant.

Despite the years that have past, she knows that you still have feelings towards her brother. She was there for most of it, watching as you and Carmen went from daily hangouts to a weekly phone call, to a monthly check-in text, to, well, nothing.

She consoled you through most of the grieving phase of a post-breakup, like you had done for her a couple of times before. And after a few weeks of busting into tears anytime his name was mentioned, you began to heal, and focused those strong emotions towards improving yourself.

Natalie let a wistful sigh, pulling you out of your thoughts. Shaking the fog away, you give a remorseful smile at having basically cut Sugar off midway through her spiel. She gives you another small smirk before shaking her head, dismissing your silent apology with a wave of her hand. She draws another sip of her sparkling juice.

"But Carmen has been driving me up the wall with all the shit he wants me to help juggle. If I schedule one more appointment I might pull my hair out."

"Oh no, please don't do that, honey," Pete calls out from the kitchen, very obviously having been listening in on your gossip time from the kitchen table. Sugar gives off slight grimace at Pete's abrupt callout at her obvious exaggeration, shrugging her shoulders and giving a placating call back towards her husband.

Reaching back towards the table, you grab the wine glass from earlier. "Do you have anyone to help you? You know I have some connects who can manage the money and strategy end?" You offer, more than willing to alleviate some of the stress from your friend's shoulders.

"Yeah, can I have that guy who assisted you when you managed La Raison?" Sugar teases. "I have no idea how you managed to help that business go from near bankrupt to one of the best sellers down Michigan Avenue."

"Carter? Yeah, no. That dude was an asshat. He was more useful kissing up to the store owners than actually doing his job," you shake your head at the mention of one of your old employers. Since graduating, you had taken into strategic and financial management for businesses across Chicago. La Raison had been one of your main businesses for a while, the owners soon becoming close friends of yours.

You loved what you did, though business management sounded like a right pain to most, you found joy in being able to rub your braincells together and actually make a difference. Plus, the pay wasn't too bad either.

Sugar chuckles. "Yeah, well, I wish I could just have you as a little angel on my shoulder, giving me all the answers to all of these problems that keep popping up."

Though she was joking, you can see the way her brows furrow simply thinking of all of the things that she has to do. You could only imagine the stress she is under right now. Balancing opening a new restaurant with her ever-present family dilemmas, and a baby on the way?

Natalie was beyond used to extensive stress, so you know she won't verbally express all of her worries. But the thought of Sugar carrying all of that on her shoulders draws a slight frown on your face.

Before you know it, the thoughts are falling from your brain and past your lips.

"What if I helped you manage the place."

You honestly do not know why you offered to help manage this fuckery that is disguised as a restaurant.

Shortly after you had offered to help, it was as if Natalie had died, saw the light, and returned back to Earth. She squealed like a teenage girl and thanked you profusely. While she shaked you and explained all the things that needed to be done, you slowly began to realize the implications of your offer.

You, helping Natalie manage Carmen, your ex-boyfriend's, restaurant. A responsibility that would obviously take months.

And honestly, you were tempted to withdraw your offer despite the happy squeals of relief that Natalie was letting out. That was, until the tears of relief started pouring from her eyes.

Those pregnancy hormones really guilt tripped you.

Now, a week later, you're back at The Beef. Well, you suppose The Beef is gone officially now, the rusting sign pulled down from its former position hanging above the restaurant entrance.

"Why the hell did I sign up for this shit," you question out loud, watching as Manny and Angel pulling out a broken sign from inside the restaurant. Sighing, you reach into your bag and pull out a cigarette box, pulling one out before digging for your lighter in your back pocket.

"Mami, what are you doing here?" You turn around at the voice behind you, cigarette hanging loosely from your lips. Tina stands behind you, a smile stretched across her lips. "Seeing you two weeks in a row? Someone must be dying."

You smile, opening your arms for a hug that Tina reciprocates. "Oh you know, I'm here to save your asses from complete and utter failure." Tina gently pats your back as you pull apart, and it makes you regret not checking in on her and the rest of the crew more often.

"Missed you, T." You mutter, a small grin pulling up on one corner of your mouth.

"Missed you too, mami," Tina pats your arm before wrapping her hand around your elbow. "Now, I'm not trying to step on your toes but...you do know who your helping out right?"

You grimace at her implication, the reality hitting you once again. Behind those glass windows stands the man who took your heart and literally tossed it away like it was nothing. Took all of those years that you had spent together and wasted it away.

Broke up with you over fucking text.

And now, you're about to walk into his restaurant and help Sugar, and, consequently, help him fix this fuck up.

Talk about fate.

"Yeah, T," you start, letting her guide you towards the entrance of the restaurant, where you see Marcus and Fak carrying out some lockers. You wave towards the men, to which Fak responds with such enthusiasm that he drops some of the lockers on the ground, much to Marcus' chagrin.

You grimace before continuing. "Just helping my asshole ex because his sister is my bestie."

Sugar had texted you that Sydney, Carmen's former sous chef and business partner, had been more than happy to hire you as a strategic manager for the business. Although she didn't mention it, you knew that a certain dirty-blonde was not so excited at mention of you coming to help.

"He knows we need the help, no matter how fragile his tiny little ego is," Natalie had told you, a knowing smile on her face.

"Don't lose your head, boss." Tina teases, pushing you first through the doorway. As you finally enter the store, you take note of the pure chaos that is the restaurant.

Plywood and debris scattered across the flower, miscellaneous kitchen supplies and utilities lining the walls. Ebraheim and Sweeps were taking a sledgehammer to some random panels, while Richie was yelling something from the kitchen. As you take in the madness, Tina pats your elbow before heading back towards the kitchen.

"Welcome to The Bear!" Richie calls out as soon as he notices you. Spreading his arms out in what you assume is a hug, you only offer him a solid stare. Richie drops his arms and heads towards you despite your very clear disdain for him at the moment. "Glad you could join the team, bug."

"Richie, why the hell are you covered in black dust?"

"Inconsequential, sweetheart," you roll your eyes at his response before stepping over the debris in front of you.

"Where's Nat, Richard," you question walking behind the bar and towards the office in the back. Richie grumbles something under his breath before shouting out 'office.' Busting through the kitchen door, you note that the kitchen is just as messy as the front of the house. Stepping over black dust on the ground, you tread over to the office.

"Suge? You in there?" You call out, peering over the corner and into the office. The room is unoccupied, filled with nothing but discarded papers with miscellaneous phone numbers and sprawled writings.

You make note of what you know to be Nat's handwriting, eyes trailing over all of her notes for appointments and scheduling. Your eyes also rove over the chicken scratch that you also know to be Carmen's scribbles. Placing your bag down on the desk, you sit down in the rolling chair and decide to wait for Sugar to come in.

You grabbed a random pile of papers and attempted to digest some of the information being presented to you.

Bank statements, IRS requests, insurance, licenses, permits.

Judging by all the shit that needed to get cleared just for the restaurant to legally be open, your surprised that Mikey wasn't being physically chased down by the IRS and thrown into jail.

"Hey, Sugar, Syd and I are going to work on the chaos menu tonight so I'm going to leave the rest up to you, okay?"

Carmen slings around the corner, too focused on pulling his coat on his shoulders to notice who exactly was sitting in the office.

Instinctively, you freeze at his sudden appearance in the doorway, breath caught in your throat. At the lack of response, Carmen finally looks up and makes direct eye contact with you.

His blue eyes widen, clearly not expecting you to be the person in the chair. You rack your brain over the next move to make, the silence continuing as he just stands in the doorway and practically gawks at your existence.

Deciding that staring indefinitely at each other was probably one of the worst things you can currently think of, you clear your throat to break the silence. That seems to break Carmen out of whatever state of shock he seemed to be in; you watch as he awkwardly wrings his hands, like he was at a lost of what to do next.

You're half-expecting him to make a repeat of the last time you saw each other and storm away from you. However, Carmen just stands there, eyes darting from you to random objects in the office then you again on repeat.

Both of you are waiting for the other to say something. To yell, chastise, and start an argument.

Biting the bullet, you start. "Hey, Carmen."

He seems to be taken aback that you even uttered his name, eyes meeting yours once again. You almost forgot how blue his eyes are-so bright that they're almost clear.

He nods in acknowledgement before saying your name to greet you in return.

Awkward silence fills the room once again. While you know that Carmen is hardly a conversationalist, this has to be the most painful quiet you've ever experienced.

Be amicable, you think to yourself. He's your boss/business partner now.

You're doing this for Sugar.

"Umm..," you trail off, eyes scanning the office around you in attempts to find something else to talk about. "I tried to find Nat, but she might have gone A.W.O.L"

Carmen nods his head a couple of times, a soft hmm leaving his lips. You can tell that he wants to say something, the words on the tip of his tongue but sealed behind his lips.

"Yeah, ok-okay, yeah." He nods rapidly, crossing his arms across his chest, lowering his gaze down to your shoes.

"Yep."

God, someone shoot me now.

Carmen clears his throat. "I-I-uuhh, you know, Sugar really appreciates the help."

You nod, licking your lips out of habit. "Yeah, she's told me."

"Yeah?"

"Yep."

Just when you were about to figure out a way to turn invisible or sink into the floor, Sugar rounds the corner and lightly bumps into Carmen's back. She lets out a noise of surprise from her throat and Carmen jerks forward a little.

"Carmy, why the fuck are you standing in the fucking doorwa-" Sugar cuts herself off when she spots you over her brother's shoulder. She makes eye contact with you and you swear you see a little mischief in her eyes. She pushes past Carmen to step inside of the office, crossing her arms over chest to assess the room.

You, sitting in the office chair, papers still grasped tightly in your hands and your lips practically licked dry from your nerves.

Across, Carmen stands angled towards Sugar, almost trying to physically minimize the amount of eye contact you two share.

Natalie surmises that she just saved the both of you from a very awkward moment "Oh, shit. Didn't mean to interrupt."

"No-no, uh, you're good, Sugar," Carmen sputters out, face flushing a bright red. He brings a hand over his mouth to physically stop the word vomit that was about to fall out of it. "Umm, was just gonna tell you that Sydney and I are leaving to work on the new menu."

Sugar's eyes dart over to you again, sitting stiffly in the office chair. She raises her eyebrows in question but you subtly shake your head.

Let's not talk about it right now.

She nods in acknowledgement before turning to fully face Carmen.

"Okay Carmy, you're good to go. Me and Bug here are just gonna get some paperwork sorted." Carmen looks in your direction at the use of the familiar nickname before he hmms again.

He takes a step back and waves his hand in goodbye. "All right, bye Sugar," he's fully outside of the doorway now, but he pauses before leaving you and Sugar's line of sight completely.

He stands there for a beat, running whatever thought across his mind a couple times. Finally, like he settled on an answer, Carmen gulps and raises his head to look at you.

He nods his head and whispers out your name and a goodbye, followed by a swift exit out of the kitchen.

You're practically stuck in the chair, the past five minutes having been a complete whirlwind. The kitchen door whips against the wall in a crack, the squeaking echoing from your place in the office. Your gaze is still focused on where your ex-boyfriend had stood not even a couple of seconds ago.

"Well," Sugar starts, a knowing smile across her face. "That wasn't as violent as I thought it was going to be."

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SO SCARLET (IT WAS MAROON)

CHAPTER THREE: ALL TOO WELL

AND I KNOW IT'S LONG GONE AND THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE I COULD DO, AND I FORGET ABOUT YOU LONG ENOUGH TO FORGET WHY I NEEDED TO.

☆ pairings: rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

☆ warnings: no use of y/n, strong language, angst, description of panic attack, minors dni

☆ WC: 5.7K+

☆ A/N: it'll be a short fic, i said. short and sweet and simple, i lied to myself.

thank you to my love @hellfire--cult for the divider!

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The moment your name leaves his lips, you swear the world halts on its rotation.

This was real. Every fear and every anxiety you had wrestled with over the last twenty four hours wasn’t for naught – he was here, sitting before you, breathing your name out like a sigh of relief when all you felt was pain. Stabbing, radiating pain. It’s even worse than looking at pictures and headlines of a stranger on a phone screen. Something about him suddenly being tangible, suddenly being real, sends you reeling.

Lydia looks wildly between your showdown with the ghost of a man before you, “I’m sorry… Do you two- do you know each other?”

Not anymore.

“I-” you choke on your stutter. You’re frozen under his stare, going ashen as your head spins. Leave the room. Think of an excuse, get out of this room, run away. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

It’s the world’s most pathetic excuse, but the only thing you can spit out before you’re turning heel and running, just as your body had so desperately craved. You nearly bump into one of the security guards you’d just bravely had a confrontation with.

They’d demanded your phone, you had put up a fight. You had stood your ground. Had held your chin high, dared them to push further even once they had your cell phone in their grasp, and displayed all that self-assuredness you had curated in the last two years. Only to end up scampering past them like a wounded animal mere seconds later.

Pathetic.

Lydia calls out something after you, but it reaches deaf ears as you blaze down the hallway. Your chest is squeezing, as if someone had wrapped it in shrink-wrap and sucked all of the air right out of it, swathed so tightly you could feel every pounding beat of your pulse racing. Your eyesight completely blurs, not quite from tears but rather a mere loss of focus. You nearly knock over one of the god forsaken fake plants Lydia insists as a primary form of decor, hardly being within the right mind to reach out and right the oversized bush of green plastic.

But you don’t have to. Right as your back collides with the wall off to the side of the plant, breathing only coming in short and miserable pants, a different hand reaches out to catch the plant. A ringed hand.

When Eddie says your name again, it’s not a sigh. It’s laced with panic as you support your full weight against white plaster and stare at where knuckles wrap around faux wooden stems.

“Hey,” he stresses, hand leaving your line of sight as he puts a large palm on each of your shoulders. You can’t look at him, not yet, “Hey, can you breathe for me? C’mon, big breaths.”

This close, you can smell the cologne. It’s not even the same woodsy drugstore scent that had lingered on the pillowcases he’d left you to cling to while on tour. Even that, something so miniscule as what cologne he now wore, had changed. And the new and unfamiliar scent chokes you, turns your desperate gasps for air even more futile.

You had walked out of that apartment two years ago, without any intention of ever being this close to him again. You’d sworn to yourself you’d never be this close again.

“You’re having a panic attack,” he squeezes your shoulders within his hold ever so slightly, as if attempting to ground you, “You need to breathe.”

Your eyes nervously find his brown ones. For a second, you recall summer days when the sun would hit them just right, turning them into molten honey for your tasting. Soft and glowing, warming you from the inside out so effortlessly.

But there’s not a single shred of sunlight in this hallway. The dark brown falls flat against your vision.

“I’m fine,” you very clearly aren’t, struggling to even get the words out into the air between you two, “I’m- I’m fine.”

He doesn’t fight you when you reach up to swat away his hands. He lets you, hands falling away with ease, touch retracting as if it had never burned you. You take the chance to look over the metal now settled on his fingers, and you realize he still wears all the same ones you remember so vividly. A cross, a pig’s face, an animalistic skull. But there are new ones added to his collection, adorned on his right hand rather than the left. Unfamiliar and odd, the bulky metallic additions are more plentiful. A silver snake wrapped around his pinky, a large spider with the body of a Magic 8 ball on his pointer, a bat spread eagle on his middle. There’s a chunkier one on his thumb, thinner ones added above a few of his second knuckles, but you can’t clear the haze of your vision long enough to pick up on the designs. You choose to focus back on the familiar ones instead, old and comforting even in your panic.

New rings, new cologne, new habits – the Eddie before you is not the Eddie you once knew.

“Okay,” he’s whispering now. You’re not even sure what excuse he used to follow you out here without causing a scene. Maybe he did cause a scene, surely a grander one than you. He had that privilege now; he was an untouchable rockstar, he could afford to raise a ruckus. “I… Are you sure?”

It’s hard to believe there was a time he was a familiar comfort when all that remains now is the awkward distance between the two of you.

But when he takes a step back from you, the new cologne leaves your stratosphere and the new rings leave your field of vision, and the breaths finally come just a tiny bit easier. Still not enough to satiate your lungs, but enough that the headrush begins to pass.

“I’m sure.”

You try to insert such finality in those two words. As if whatever had just happened would fade and never exist, as if you could walk back into that conference room and take yourself off this project. You can’t. Eddie has a sense of control, a grip on his reality and the reigns of his choices, but you don’t. If you were to demand Lydia remove you from the project, you’d be risking termination. You’d be risking everything – and it may not be much, but you’d built it brick by broken brick these last few years. You’d salvaged what you had been able to out of the ashes of what had been, but it hadn’t been enough. It had hardly been enough for a foundation. You’d built up the person that now stood before him from practical scratch.

The weight of just how much you had to lose hits suddenly – the realization that this was happening and you had no control of it.

But Eddie did. He had to.

“You need to go back in there,” you start, voice still shaking and eyes still averted, “And you need to demand that they reassign you guys. You… You need-” you begin to stutter and fumble to find the right words. You could have lashed out, could have tried to pour salt in a wound you weren’t even sure still existed so that Eddie made the choice on his own. But your mind is muddled and you’re desperate, “Someone else can take on the project. You need to go and demand that someone else takes on the project.”

“What?” Not the response you wanted. Not the response you needed, “I- No.”

Two years later, and he still found a way to do significant damage.

Your eyes snap up, “What do you mean no?”

“I mean no.”

“I haven’t asked anything of you. Not back then, not after everything happened, I-”

He cuts you off with a scoff. “Can’t ask for anything if you just fall off the face of the fucking earth.”

You hadn’t noticed before, but as his walls begin to build, you realize that the prior interaction had been something vulnerable. Something where neither of you were on the defense quite yet like you’d always imagined a reunion would go. All that had mattered ten seconds ago was you being okay, him coming after you, making sure you were fine. He’d allotted you all the care and attention you had craved so terribly two years ago, nearly begged for until your knees had bled for.

“Eddie,” you whisper, getting too distressed to think straight, “Please, for the love of God, just make them reassign the project-”

“I can’t,” he interrupts, shaking his head, “Do you think I’d put myself through this if I could help it? I fucking can’t. I have absolutely no control in there. I didn’t even-” he cuts off his sentence, looking you in your eyes, leaving more to be said.

He didn’t even what?

“I can’t do anything about it,” he says instead of whatever had been on the tip of his tongue, “Trust me – if I could, I would. But I can’t. So why don’t you say something?”

It’s your turn for scoffing and disbelief, “I can’t. I’m not the one with all the power and glory-”

“Is that what you think I have?”

“That’s what I know you have.”

You both go quiet as a battlefield fills the distance between you. All anger, all regret. None of the love or care that had once existed between you two exists here in this quantum plane of sharp words and deadly jabs.

“Just- please ask for a reassignment,” you try with one final plea, eyes hard on him, “Say that that first impression left you unimpressed, I don’t care. She won’t fire me for that.”

“Once again, no. As it turns out,” his voice is low, dangerous, unfamiliar. A tone he had never used before with you, “Even the one with all the power and all the glory can’t make miracles happen. Sorry, doll.”

He doesn’t await your response, leaving you on your own as you stay pressed against the wall and he’s walking away.

What is the saying? ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’?

You were certainly feeling scorned.

You felt ripped wide open, beaten and bruised and damn scorned as he leaves a conversation you weren’t finished with. You can’t tell which limb aches the most – the shoulder where his now strange hands had held onto you, your fingers that had curled into pained fists at your side to show you were prepared for a fight, your rib cage that still struggled to expand and accommodate the air now vacant of his cologne that you needed after your panic attack, or the legs that had once carried you away from Eddie Munson only to lead you right back to him.

There’s nothing you can do, though, beyond composing yourself. You take the same big, deep breaths that Eddie had tried to coax out of you moments before. Your fists slowly unfurl and your palms rake against the side of your jeans in an attempt to wipe away the sweat of the interaction.

Fine. If he wouldn’t help you, you could handle this. You could manage this project, plan a goddamn party for your ex-boyfriend’s new single. You would treat it just as you did every other previous project you had excelled at, and you would avoid all unnecessary contact with him just as you had with previous clients.

As a matter of fact, you could probably get away with avoiding all contact.

He hadn’t hired you. His management had. And, according to him, he had no real power in this situation. If he had no say in the matters, then there would be no reason to reach out to him.

You could do this. You could handle this.

It’s a mantra of salvation that you repeat to yourself internally as you take confident strides back to that conference room, not even stopping for the guards this time before you burst back into the room when your imminent doom awaits.

The repetition falters a bit when all eyes land on you as you take your first steps into the room.

Your name comes out of Lydia’s mouth like a hiss, her teeth locked into a smile that would better pass into a grimace as she asks, “How nice of you to join us again. Please, take a seat.”

“Of course,” you can’t look her in her eyes for very long, immediately rushing to sit at the chair she’d motioned towards. You haven’t spared Eddie a single glance – you haven’t spared any of the boys you’d once known a look. Instead, you look up to direct an apology at the only face you don’t recognize before you, “I’m truly sorry.”

The older gentleman, wrapped in a certain kindness and warmth below his professional attire, smiles. And in an instant, his face isn’t quite as unfamiliar, “No worries. When Nature calls, right? Regardless, I’m Matt. Nice to meet you.”

You can guess which hole in Eddie’s life he’s attempting to smother, which shoes this man serves to fill. He has more hair than his predecessor, but the grin is the same.

If you picture the man he reminds you of back in Hawkins, you’ll surely begin to ache.

When you reply with your name, you can hear a fragment of your youth in your voice. Better days spent in Forest Hills trailer park, loitering about a trailer as Wayne Munson asks you how well of an eye you’ve been keeping on his nephew. You’d always lie, say you were keeping him in line when you knew you’d spent the day following him right into trouble, like some sort of lost puppy. Like some sort of loyal soldier. It occurs to you that that’s who you had always been; a fierce soldier over the shoulder of Eddie, ever the brave commander. You would have followed him into battle without a second of consideration, you did follow him all the way to New York without ever taking a final glance at your hometown.

You wondered if he had tried to replace you as well. You imagine it; the new and fresh face that replaced yours in picture frames, that laid beside him at the end of each night he returned home, that heard a whisper of I love you over the line to the backtrack of a sound rehearsal.

Were there ever any bloody wars between him and his new lovers that could compare to the battles never fought between you two? Did anyone else in this world know the wounds of his gun never fired?

The smoke clears. You still don’t look at Eddie, afraid to only see the commander you once knew. You force a smile, putting on a soldier's bravado that doesn’t fit quite right anymore.

Bullets never fired, triggers never pulled, but the blood stained the same.

“So, where shall we begin?”

—

Matt does most of the talking for the next hour. Sheet after sheet of paperwork is laid down in front of you, your hand beginning to cramp from signing your name so many times, and the details are discussed.

A new single, set to release in three months. A release party that needed to be grandeur and garner the type of attention that Matt feared had been waning from the band due to radio silence on their music front. The outlines of the project were clear cut, simple enough, and you had yourself fooled just well enough that this would be easy.

You kept your eyes set on the prize and never once noticed the tomfoolery occurring between the band members. The words on the tip of their tongues that Eddie keeps quiet through quick kicks to their shins beneath the table, the individual hurt reflected in each of their eyes as you treat them no better than strangers. That treatment of Eddie, they understood. But them?

They could never understand.

“What’s the name of the single, if I may ask?” you question as you look over one of your copies of the paperwork. Lydia had been eerily silent, allowing you to take the lead.

Despite the rough start, it was paying off. Having a switch for your emotions can be a good thing, as it turns out.

“You may,” Matt nods before turning to the boys. It’s the first time he's looked to them for answers during the entire meeting, “Shall I do the honors, or would you boys rather do it yourselves?”

It’s a chance for all the members of Corroded Coffin to open their mouths without silent reprimanding from Eddie beneath the table, but he beats them to it.

“Dial Tone.”

You freeze your reading.

There’s something in the way he says it that forces you to look up. As if he’s only speaking to you, and the rest of the room is a faded mirage for him to send away for these private moments. Still a commander, even when his bravest soldier has left him.

“Sounds… interesting,” you murmur, taking a few seconds too long to meet his gaze, unsure of what to say, “Rolls off the tongue easily.”

“It certainly does. Which, ironic, given the situation that inspired the song.”

“And what would that be?”

You’re both wearing masks in front of an audience half made up of people painfully aware of your history, and the rest being painfully oblivious.

Does Matt know about you? Lydia certainly doesn’t know about Eddie.

“Words never said. Answers never given. Phone calls missed and never… returned.”

You’re not stupid, but you wish you were. It feels a bit selfish, a bit self absorbed, to so quickly assume you’re the inspiration.

But how could you believe anything else when Eddie is looking at you like that?

Hollow eyes, devoid of all the honey you once reveled in. Not so much of a stain of sweetness you swear you still taste on the back of your tongue. He’s looking at you with blame, well-deserved anger, and yet not an ounce of the guilt that should exist somewhere in those depths.

“How riveting,” you play along, trying to swallow down the waves of emotions, “Sounds like it’ll really draw in your audience. Might even be relatable to a few.”

Answers never given. Like how someone could stop saying they loved someone they’d spent years planning their life with, like how he could stop calling so easily, how he could leave so easily.

“Fingers crossed,” his forced smile in return is almost sinister, and you know it was the right choice to avoid speaking to each other until this moment.

There will be no contact. You know now that if you take on this project, which you technically have through law-binding contracts, that you won’t be able to be civil with Eddie. There is a history that can never be erased, mistakes made and wounds inflicted by both sides. Two worlds of hurt caused by opposing sets of hands that can only clash when they try to meet in the middle.

But then Matt, sweet Matt that you had come to actually like during this meeting, has to burst your bubble.

“Right, well, the good news is the boys aren’t on tour for the time being, meaning there will be plenty of time to talk about the small details and how the single will come into play during planning,” he explains, happily and still so unaware, “As a matter of fact, I would like to emphasize just how much I would appreciate you including the boys, especially Eddie, in this ordeal. His participation would be very helpful.”

Some silent form of communication happens between Matt and Eddie, glinting eyes and sudden frowns meeting raised eyebrows and fake smiles, but it’s not your concern.

The last thing you want during this project is Eddie’s involvement.

“Of course!” You need to think of an excuse, push for a way to keep him out, “But if Eddie is too busy, I’ll completely understand. I know that a single usually means an album, and that can be very time consum-”

“He won’t be too busy,” Matt interrupts, still staring at Eddie as if he’s daring him, not even questioning you singling him out as he does the exact same.

You recall what Eddie had insisted in the hallway, that his reach of control wasn’t as far as you had been assuming.

Swallowing hard, you see another relic of Wayne Munson in this man – he wasn’t someone to argue with, “Right, of course. Eddie will be involved. Absolutely.”

All the power and all the glory – but did it really rest in Eddie’s palms like you assumed?

“She has a point,” Eddie finally finds his voice, leaning back in his chair, trying to relax the tension from his shoulders, “I do have the album to work on.”

“And now you have this. I’m sure you can find a way to multi-task.”

Your comparison was accurate. It had been a while since you had seen another grown man capable of shutting Eddie down so quickly, tearing down his walls of affinity for challenging authority and reducing him to nothing more than a shell of his younger self. Matt and Wayne would have gotten along well. You doubt that they’ve met, but you know a bond would have formed between the common denominator of being able to subdue the once-rambunctious boy before you.

Eddie pouts nearly the complete remainder of the meeting. And those foolish, bitter shards within you become determined to be the bigger person. To smile and nod along, even when you disagreed with certain terms discussed. To be agreeable, to be good, to be better. This new version of you has something to prove; that you’ve done better without Eddie, that you’ve changed into something that no longer aligns with who he is.

It’s all for show, but you tell yourself no one can see through the cellophane disguise.

The only remaining signatures aren’t required from you but the rest of the boys. A single contract is passed down the line, and each of them sign themselves away to the agreement. Line after line of swooping black ink locks the five of you into an entrapment, a crowded dance of newly made strangers who have no choice but to play pretend.

Eddie makes it a deliberate point that he’s the last one to sign. Forces Grant to slide the prettily detailed paper right in front of him until it’s clear he’s making no move to pick up his pen, and the poor guy has to stretch a bit further and let Gareth take it rather than the stubborn rockstar. Only once Jeff’s own night-shade of ink has looped over one of the many lines does it return back to Eddie.

He looks you in the eyes for several seconds too long, pen crooked beside the paper on the table. You can’t take a single breath as you register how lifeless his eyes remain.

He’s not the person you once knew, but you are no longer the girl that once saw the world in him.

You will not drop to your knees before him, you will not worship the ground he walks on, you will not break. Certainly not first. Certainly not at all.

There’s no final words before hands donning unfamiliar rings pick up a pen amongst the silence. Just the click of bringing the ink to life, and the soft scratch of promises that will not be kept. It’s nothing new amongst the two of you.

As a matter of fact, if the scratch of the pen could echo, it might just resemble the sound of the door on that haunted and vacant apartment closing for the final time behind you two years ago.

—

“Do you two know each other?”

You had been waiting for this moment. Once Matt had called for a quick break so that he could organize and make copies of all paperwork, you knew Lydia would be chasing you down.

“What do you mean?” you question airily, topping off the small paper cup of water you had used as an excuse to dismiss yourself into the corner of the room, “Me and Matt? No, I’ve never-”

“Not you and Matt,” she moves to stand in front of you, your back to the room and the band, as she continues in an authoritative whisper, “You and the band – you and Eddie.”

“Why do you think we know each other?”

Please don’t catch on. Please don’t notice. Please don’t make me admit it.

Please don’t fire me.

She retrieves her own water, moving as if she wasn’t having such an intense conversation with you at this moment. All a show for the clients, no doubt. You weren’t the only skilled actress in this room, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the way you ran out of this room when you saw him, maybe the way he ran after you without a word. Maybe the way the two of you spent a good ten minutes alone in that hallway, and how the rest of that band has been looking at you like you’re a ghost. Please don’t tell me you had a fling with Eddie before this. I really need my best person on this project, but I can’t have personal relationships interferin-”

“No, we don’t know each other,” you cut her off, ignoring the compliment and taking a sip to give your chance to formulate a better addition to the lie. It wasn’t really a lie, though, was it? “I promise it’s nothing, and it won’t interfere. I just…” I just hate him. I just miss the version of him I used to know. I just need you to take me off this project as quickly as possible for a reason that won’t make you think less of me or affect my future career here. “I don’t like the band, you know this.”

“I knew you weren’t a fan of them, but…” she trails off and looks over your shoulder, no doubt surveying the band. When you stood up from the table, they’d all been feigning boredom as if they hadn’t been taking turns staring you down so intensely. You felt like an animal under observation. “I thought it would be a good thing. To have a neutral party take this on. Why, exactly, don’t you like them?”

“ I don’t think he’s a good person.”

He as in Eddie. It goes as unspoken knowledge. And, technically, it isn’t a lie. Based on the headlines, based on his coolness this entire interaction, you don’t think he’s a good person. Not anymore.

You can feel the four sets of eyes on you even now. Your exchange with Lydia has been too quiet for them to hear, but you know you’re still being watched carefully.

“You don’t have to think he’s a good person, but you do need to play nice,” Lydia reminds you. You open your mouth, prepared to argue that you had been playing nice when Lydia waves her free hand to stop you, “I know, I know. I’m not saying you haven’t been perfectly professional. You have been, aside from your… bathroom break at the beginning, but please just remember that.”

You nod, stiff as ever. She was giving you more grace than you deserved if you tried to look at it from an outsider’s point of view.

“Of course,” that tone of professionalism, that mask to hide the whirlwind of emotions. You could do this.

You had to do this.

Choice is an illusion when Matt returns with the copies of paperwork, dividing the files up between himself and Lydia. Choice is an illusion as fake smiles are exchanged and pleasant goodbyes are offered. Choice is nothing but smoke and mirrors when all is said and done, and the entire group of you all stand outside the conference room, ready to part ways with a promise of next time, meaning the next meeting.

You never had a choice in any of this. Eddie did, somewhere along the line, but you didn’t.

Lydia and you both hand over business cards to Matt’s waiting hands, a deliberate move on your part. You bypass Eddie’s expectant glare entirely. The quicker this is over with, the faster he’s exiting the building and no longer occupying the same room as you, the better.

“We’ll be in contact,” Matt promises as he tucks the cards away carefully.

“I look forward to it,” you assure him, as if you weren’t dreading every second of what those contracts had detailed.

Three months. You had just signed on to guarantee Eddie Munson being back in your life for three months. The thought makes you nauseous.

Matt, ever the normal person, takes it as his queue to leave. Lydia has nodded, turned and began her short trek to her office as the band’s manager starts his journey to the elevator. Most of Corroded Coffin scampers after him, gazes on the floor as they retreat to a private space that will certainly be filled with questions. You almost wish there was a way for you to hear what will be said. The topic of conversation, undoubtedly, will be you. You and Eddie, Eddie and you. A pair of intertwined souls that had taken a sharp knife to your connection only to end up with Fate cruelly retying it on this dreadful day.

Fate, and Eddie, it seems.

His hand reaches out and catches your upper arm before you can escape the exchange properly.

“Can we talk?” You stare at him blankly to hide the racing of your heart and pounding in your mind. Those hands on you, skin on skin, leaving an inevitable mark. An inevitable stain. “Go for coffee, go for lunch, just-”

“No.”

You don’t have to think about your answer. Your pause was only born out of shock.

His eyebrows furrow, “No? What do you mean no?”

It feels like a pathetic repeat of your interaction in the hallway, when you had begged him to save you from this doomed union. Except now, you hold the cards in your hand. The first sense of control you’ve been offered this entire time.

“I mean no,” you repeat yourself clearly. Matt is halfway down the hall, and the boys trailing right behind him seem to fumble over their steps for a second. Jeff even goes as far as to look over his shoulder at the brewing storm appearing behind them, but clearly thinks better of intruding, “I don’t want to talk. I don’t want coffee, and I don’t want lunch.”

End of story.

Except, it isn’t, because Eddie’s face only twists further in pain, “We have to talk at some point-”

“Actually, we don’t. I’d prefer we didn’t. I think we can both agree it’ll be better, easier, for both of us to keep this strictly professional until we can go our separate ways again.”

He looks as if you had physically reached out and struck him. The force of your words nearly makes him rock backwards, face falling and mouth agape as he tries to grapple with the determination in your words.

If you were a fool, you’d mistake it for a flash of disappointment. But it’s not possible – it couldn’t be disappointment, only arrogance. He had obviously been assuming you would just give in. Your change just hadn’t become clear enough to him yet. It would, in time.

And now, the two of you seemingly had too much of it to endure.

“Actually, I think we can both agree that’s a load of bullshit,” he crassly argues back once he’s regained composure, “You know that’s not possible.”

You shake your head, suck in a bit of the skin of your inner cheek between your molars as an internal encouragement to stand your ground, “It is. It’s not only possible, but is exactly what’s going to happen.”

“You heard Matt. We have to talk at some point, even if it’s just about this and not us.”

“And we will. We can talk about this project all you want, Eddie. But not over lunch, and not over coffee,” you swear you draw blood from your cheek as you take back on that tone of professionalism, ice cold and completely disconnected, “My preferred form of contact is email. I usually respond in a timely manner, even after hours-”

“Don’t do that,” he stops you.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m just another one of your clients.”

The metallic flavor floods the deepest corners of your mouth, overtaking the aftertaste of a honey you once knew on the back of your tongue, “That’s exactly what you are. One of my clients.”

Just a client, and nothing more. A boundary must be drawn, or else there will be more blood spilled than a mere drop from biting your inner cheek. And you aren’t prepared to bleed for him – not again. Never again.

He opens his mouth, as if he has more to dig out of the grave of this conversation, when Matt’s voice calls from down the hallway, “Eddie! C’mon! There’ll be time to talk later, we’ve got a meeting with the producer across town now.”

His stance goes rigid, annoyance rolling off him in waves, eyes still focused on you.

Maybe the reminder of time, the three month timeline, hurts him just as much as it hurts you. Maybe, just possibly, his arm has also been twisted in carving out a space for you in his life once more, whether strictly professional or not.

He deeply exhales through his nose, “I don’t even have your email.”

“Matt does. He has my card.”

“Yeah, he does. I don’t. How am I supposed to reach you through your preferred form of contact without it?”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

You mean to smile at him just as you would the owner of the bakery opening on Third Street, or the mother of a bride trying to share the weight of responsibilities for a wedding. It doesn’t come off that way, though – you can feel the sadness of it tickle the corners of your mouth before he’s even slowly turning from you.

You watch the figure of Eddie Munson walk away from you, and you begin to wish he were walking out of your life rather than only out of the building for the time being.

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fluffansmut · 9 months

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Eddie and crybaby!fairy!reader is back again for a part three!

This time featuring a special guest!

(Thanks for the idea, @hellfirefiend)

Part one & part two

You and Eddie was sat on the sofa, sharing a cookie, (with you picking crumbsized bits of his fingertips as he tenderly crumbled the cookie bit by bit for you), when there was a knock at the door…

You looked up at Eddie from your spot on the armrest, non verbally asking if he knew who it was…

”stay there baby” he said, and got up from the sofa to get the door.

You watched from your spot as the door flew open and how an excited voice instantly began chatting to Eddie, throwing his arms around him.

The stranger at the door spooked you a bit, cause you still were unsure about humans.. surely not all could be as kind as Eddie right?

You watched the two closely, hoping that the guy at the door would leave quickly, but when Eddie invited the guy into the trailer, your did what your instincts told you to.

You hid.

“Wait here a sec, imma have you meet someone but they need a minute” Eddie said.

But when he turned around to talk to you, you were gone, nothing but crumbs left at your spot on the armrest.

“Where did she go?” He muttered to himself, lifting a pillow, checking underneath it.

“Who?” You heard the guest ask.

“Okay, well, first off, can you promise me that you won’t freak out?”

“Eddie, your being weird… what’s going on?” The guest asked.

“Just promise okay?” Eddie insisted, whilst checking random hiding spots, trying to find you.

“Jeez, Kay I promise, you know I’ve seen a lot of weird shit, I’m sure I can handle it whatever pet you’ve adopted” he said.

“Well, uh, it’s not a pet, definitely not a pet…” Eddie began, scratching his neck. “It’s a.. she is a fairy”

“A what now?!”

“You promised you wouldn’t!” Eddie reminded.

The he guest paused for a second, before he glanced back at Eddie,

“So..a fairy?”

“Yes.” Eddie confirmed. “And she’s not super used to hanging out with humans, she has just about gotten used to Wayne… so my guess is that she’s hidden, and now we gotta find her.”

He agreed to help Eddie and they began turning over almost everything in search of you.

You watched them over the edge of the Garfield mug that you sat inside. They looked quite funny, as they rummaged around, just funny enough for you to let out a giggle.

The guest did react to it, but Eddie could recognise that sound anywhere.

“Hey Dustin? Could you check my desk? It’s a popular hiding spot..” Eddie lied, trying to get a moment alone with you.

Fortunately he agreed and stomped off towards the bedroom, and soon enough you felt the mug being lifted, and when you glanced up you saw a familiar face.

Eddie smiled down at you, instantly calming some of your nerves.

“Grew to nervous?” He guessed.

You nodded, shamefully admitting that you were.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s okay, totally fine.” Eddie said, soothing your nerves. “It just my friend, he’s totally harmless, and he is looking forward to meeting you. Do you want to meet him?”

You pondered the question for a minute, but in the end you decided to trust Eddie and said.

“Okay, Eddie”

Eddie smiled down at you again, as he clutched the mug tenderly in both his hands.

“Hey Dustin! I found her” he called out, not taking his eyes of you.

The one who you now presumed was Dustin returned.

“Now, take it easy, she’s quite a shy little one.” He said, before holding out the mug and letting Dustin look down into it.

“Oh my god,” Dustin mumbled as you felt his gaze fall upon you. “This is awesome.”

You didn’t dare to look up at him, and instead stayed curled up in the mug.

Eddie could feel the apprehension and anxiety radiating off you, so he slipped his little finger into the mug. It took mere seconds until he felt you cling to it. He continued to talk to Dustin whilst he drafted a plan to get you to come out of your shell a bit more.

“Don’t you think you would’ve been more comfy in my hand, baby?” He asked.

“Yes please, Eddie” you said, taking him up on the suggestion instantly.

He plucked you out the mug by the wings and set you down in the palm of his hand, where you got to work with the activity you invented a couple of day before, spinning Eddies rings round his fingers. (Which was quite a task for someone your size)

The boys continued on with their conversation and you kind of zoned out.

“I know that I put an other dimensional monster in my tortious tank, but this, this is a new kind of weird.” Dustin said.

This made you look up, Eddie had promised that he was nice and now he called you weird…

You crossed your arms and huffed in his general direction.

“What’s got you all grumpy?” Eddie asked.

You didn’t answer, instead you shot Dustin a dirty look.

Eddie put the tip of his pointer finger under your chin, turning you to meet his eyes.

“I know you and somethings up, so can you please tell me so I can make it better?” Eddie asked.

You eyed Dustin who watched you in confusion and total awe, you didn’t want him to hear that the comment got to you. So instead of telling Eddie straight up you fluttered away and hid in the crook of Eddie’s neck.

“Sweetheart” Eddie said with a sigh.

Your eyes got all teary as you sat there clinging with both your arms around a strand of his hair.

“He called me weird” you mumbled.

“Oh, baby” Eddie said, picking you up, “ he didn’t mean it like that, right Dustin?”

You let your gaze slide between Eddie and Dustin.

There was some ruckus beneath that table and then Dustin exclaimed;

“Ow why did you kick …” he began before he made eye contact with Eddie, who lead his gaze to you. “I’m sorry, that true, it’s not you that’s weird, it’s the situation, you are truly the coolest thing I’ve ever seen”

You gave Eddie a look, as if to check if he was telling the truth, and when Eddie gave you a reassuring nod you smiled widely at Dustin.

“You should really come with Eddie to hellfire”Dustin suggested. “The others would go crazy”

“Now let’s take one thing at the time” Eddie said with a chuckle.

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thelukesalvez · 8 months

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Luke Alvez x Reader: Broken Glass

Description: Luke has a bad day at work and accidentally takes it out on you.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Yelling, angst

A/N: another repost :)

The front door slammed suddenly, practically causing you to jump out of your skin. The pictures hanging on the wall rattled because of the sudden impact.

You were in the kitchen, in the midst of drying off a dish you’d just washed when Luke came bursting through the door. You waited cautiously, immediately recognizing that something about his demeanor was off. If you’d learned anything in the two years you’d been together, it was that Luke rarely got angry. And when he was, it usually translated into him just being quiet for an evening.

This felt different. He threw his jacket on the floor and tossed his keys on the table, letting them slide across the wood, obviously not caring where they landed. He made no effort to greet you, or even acknowledge your presence.

A lump formed in your throat, making it harder and harder to breathe. You hated confrontation– ever since growing up in a home where yelling and screaming was the norm. Any sort of tension instantly brought you back to the long nights of hiding in your bedroom with a pillow over your head to block out the noise. And tonight, tension was radiating off from Luke, suffocating you. You had to say something.

“How was your day?” you asked nervously.

Luke walked right past you to the cupboard, grabbing a cup. He proceeded to the fridge, totally ignoring your question.

You bit down your lower lip, your anxiety just growing more and more intense.

“Is everything okay?” You asked. Luke continued to pour his drink, showing no sign that he even heard you.

“Did something happen?”

He set his cup back down, leaving it on the counter before walking towards the stairs.

“Luke?” You said again, worry evident in your tone.

“What?” he snapped, spinning in his tracks and staring at you.

“I just– um, is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said in a voice that suggested anything but. He turned and started up the stairs again.

And of course you just couldn’t keep your stupid mouth shut. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh my God. Can you just leave me alone for one goddamn second?”

“I just wanted to make sure–”

“Enough!” he yelled harshly, slamming his fist into the wall.

Your eyes widened as the impact, combined with Luke’s suddenly loud voice made you jump, the glass dish in your hand falling to the floor, shattering around your feet. You snapped out of your trance, looking down at the mess you made and anxiety flooding through you. Shit, shit, shit. Not only could you not shut your goddamn mouth, but now you broke a dish, and were crying and shaking like an idiot.

Your whole body shook and you could feel the tears fighting their way to your eyes. You waited for the yelling– the berating.

Can you do anything right? Your father used to ask.

You idiot! Dumb! Useless, useless, useless.

You choked back a sob, nervously kneeling down, tucking your hair behind your ear and trying to pick up the broken glass. Maybe if you could clean it up fast enough, it would minimize the impact of the situation.

“I’m sorry–“ you whispered, it was so quiet though, you doubt Luke heard. “I’m sorry,” you repeated. You were so anxious you didn't even grab a dustpan, you just started collecting pieces in your hand as quickly as you could. Your vision quickly became blurry, your cheeks wet.

“Shit,” you heard, but you can’t stop. You were frantic, grabbing whatever you could off the floor before Luke would get more upset about it. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Useless, useless, useless.

By now you were a wreck. The tears had taken over and were flowing steadily down your face. You couldn’t really see what you were collecting off the floor, all you knew was that you had to keep cleaning it up.

“Y/N, stop–“ you heard.

It was distant.

“Hey–“

It was just background noise.

“Hey, hey, hey,” you saw a figure kneel beside you and before you could push him away, Luke’s hands were gripping your own, forcing them open. “Give me the glass,” he said, his voice noticeably calmer. You dropped the pieces, vaguely hearing them clatter to the floor. As soon as the shards were out of your hand, he was pulling you into his chest.

“I’m sorry,“ he breathed, wrapping his arms tightly around you. Luke’s head rested on top of yours. “I’m so sorry.”

“I have to clean it up–“ you whimpered.

“Shh,” he soothed, leaning back so that he was resting against the cabinets. He tugged you with him, your body falling against his chest. He rocked you on the floor like that, his arms wrapped around you securely. Your breathing was choppy and you were still shaking so violently. Luke gripped your arm with his hand, holding you steady and trying to calm you down. He muttered soothing words into your ear, planted gentle kisses to your temple, and repeated soft I’m sorry’s over and over again, until you could breathe again.

Only then did you feel Luke shift. “Let’s get away from the glass.”

He supported the majority of your weight, all but lifting you off the floor and guiding you to the dining room. He stood in front of you. Your eyes felt so heavy.

Luke grabbed your hands, holding them out in front of you and scanning them. “Did you cut yourself?” he asked, running his own hands over your skin.

You shook your head.

He pulled you into his chest again, crashing his body against your and pressing his hands into your back.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell–“

You nodded into his shirt, pinching the fabric between your fingers and breathing in the smell of his skin. “It’s okay,” you whispered, just wanting to forget this ever happened.

You felt Luke shake his head above you. “No-I’m-“ he almost apologized again, but he paused. “That wasn’t okay. Nothing about that was okay. I shouldn’t have yelled, and I definitely shouldn’t have hit the wall. I had a… a really shitty day,” he sighed. “But that’s not an excuse, and it’s not your fault.”

You pulled back, looking him in the eye. You knew Luke saw things at his job that haunted him. You saw it in the nights he woke up panting and gasping for breath because he had another nightmare. You saw it when he’d zone out randomly, like flashes of something horrible were running through his brain. You hated the fact that there was nothing you could do to help with any of it.

“You can talk to me, you know? I know I’m not a profiler, and I know I won’t always understand what you’re going through, but I’ll always listen.”

Luke nodded carefully.

“That’ll probably save us quite a few glasses in the future,” you added teasingly.

He nodded, smiling slightly and kissing the top of your head, “I don’t think I’m ready to talk about this one yet. But, I’ll remember that next time,” he said.

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woofwoofwolf · 11 months

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REPUTATION

Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Hobie masterlist: [link]

Summary: Hobie Brown has earned a reputation as one of the toughest punks around. As his new girlfriend you dont dare mess with it.

Notes: alt reader but make it pink and pastels, fem! Reader (she/her pronouns), hurt/comfort, reader has an anxiety/ panick attack, Hobie is a little clueless, new relationship, I'm neurodivergent and this is from my experiences in these settings, so can be read as an autistic reader, flip side to that, I've never actually experienced night life so it might be inaccurate,

Might still edit this lol

You tried to make yourself small in the corner of the dark and musty room. It felt as if that somehow made you stand out more. Which… It probably did… You were the only pastel soft looking thing in a sea of edgy spikes and leather, despite your attempt to tone yourself down. You were honored that Hobie had invited you to watch him play following your newly formed relationship. Last weekend, Hobie had dissipated all your insecurities with his soft kisses and raw words, but they were back full force this night.

It was obvious how respected Hobie was in his community from watching the crowd. It was overwhelming, but made sense all the same. Hobie had this amazing talent of accepting people wholeheartedly and, more importantly, knowing WHO to accept. He wouldn’t even want to give you a second of his time if you were any kind of fascist or creep. He made a great judge of character. He did his own thing, denying the leadership or icon role that would be forced upon him, but giving people hope nonetheless.

His music was…. A choice, but it set the people in the venue ablaze. You mostly loved watching him on his guitar, sweat dripping down from his arms and forehead, filling your cheeks and stomach with warmth. His voice grounded you in familiarity, a bright spot engulfed with the crowd of some scary looking people. You were sure they weren’t trying to intimidate you, Hobie had proved to you to not go by that stereotype, but their outfits were often as loud as their personalities. You weren’t much for the binge drinking that was going on and you had tiptoed away from a table of people that looked to be under the influence of something stronger. Other than that not a lot of people had bothered you.

You had come with Valerie, a female acquaintance of Hobie whom he had trusted to look after you. You could see her in the crowd keeping an eye on you, despite having urged her to pay you no mind and to go have fun. She came back to where you were any time some guy did approach you.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” They’d ask, before being shooed away by Valerie…

Oh god.

You were being a total killjoy to these people, weren’t you? It was too embarrassing. If people found out you were here for Hobie, they’d laugh you out of the building.

At that point, Hobie’s set ended. He was brilliant, pure adrenaline radiating off of him. He jumped off the banged up stage, being celebrated and hit on the back by the crowd as he made his way through. His eyes were searching for something, for you. When your eyes met, his lit up, while your gaze plummeted down, feet cemented to the ground.

You felt his large hand on your bicep and you flinched. “Ey, what’s wrong?” He said.

Shit. You didn’t mean to make him upset.

“You not feeling good?”

You shook your head. “You didn’t drink anything suspicious, did you?”

“She didn’t drink anything all night,” came the voice of Valerie. All of a sudden you were aware of all the worried eyes directed your way. You stood out way too much.

“Oh,” He sounded disappointed, it made your stomach turn. “Did you not have fun, darling?”

That was when the full on panic set in. You didn’t want his friends to know you were dating- what would happen to Hobie if they did?

“No, it was okay.” You said in a quick, high pitched voice, big tears beginning to fall down your face without warning. “Please let me go.” You tried to break free from his touch and run away, but he caught you quickly and walked you out of the event room, through the hallways towards one of the exits. You didn’t dare struggle, but couldn’t help squirming under his gentle grip as people stared and whispered. Valerie followed you two. It was a pleasant and unusually quiet night as you stepped out onto the curb

Once you stopped walking the tears flowed freely from your face and you did nothing but hiccup out apologies. Hobie’s warm eyes watched you full with worry. “Sorry, ‘m sorry. I’ll let you go if you want, I just can’t let you leave like this, okay?” He gently rubbed your right arm, leaving you space, but you subconsciously melted into him regardless, which seemed to reassure him just as much as it reassured you.

“Hobie you idiot,” Valerie said. She was leaning against the poster covered event door to make sure nobody would follow you through that exit. “Are you okay, (y/n)?” You nodded with a sob, another apology leaving your mouth.

“What the hell happened?” Hobie asked. “Did some bloke put his hands on you?”

“No,” you croaked. “No, Val kept an eye on me.”

“You shouldn’t have brought her here in the first place, you dumb git,” Val interjected. “This obviously wasn’t her scene.”

“No- that’s not it either, I, ehm,” your eyes darted from the ground to Valerie, feeling self conscious. She dramatically sighed.

“Fine. I get it, I’ll be inside if you need me.” She put her hand on the handle before pointing at you. “But I want to see you before you leave, okay? You were my responsibility tonight and I’m not letting you leave like such a mess.” You nodded, your whole face feeling hot. “And I’m still mad at you,” she said to Hobie before diving back into the building.

When the door shut, you separated from Hobie as he petted your head, moving his thumb down to your cheek, stroking it in an attempt to dry your tears. You closed your eyes and frowned.

“God, I’m so sorry, Hobie..”

Hobie shook his head. “Shit, I’m the one who should be sorry. I was too daft to notice this wasn’t your thing.”

“No!” You took his hand and squeezed it, looking into his deep brown eyes to convey your sincerity. “That’s not it. I loved watching you, you were .. SO breathtaking. I’m so thankful you wanted me here in the first place, seriously… I’m the one who’s problem, really,”

“What are you on about?”

“I- I can’t put your name to shame like this. I’m not- punk, I’m not cool- I totally humiliated you just now, I mean with your reputation-”

He let go of your hands and shook his hands in a dismissive motion. “Woah, woah, stop right there.” He let out a nervous airy laugh. You picked at your nails as he searched for words. “...I could NOT be arsed about something like that, alright?”

“But, people respect you and-”

“Nah-ah, no buts,” He caged you between himself and the wall “If my mates respect me less for who I love, then they’re not worth shit to me- get that through your thick skull,”

You could only sniff in response, still feeling bad about the whole ordeal. You were surprised when Hobie pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and held it there.

“’m sorry I didn’t check with you more if you were cool with being here,” He whispered into your hair. “I was just so excited to have you be watching me… I’ll do better next,”

You laughed. “I’ll do better too. Promise… and It was exciting for me too,” you could feel him grin against your head.

“Well, that sure is convenient for the both of us, innit?” He let you go and you felt your anxiety lifting. “Next time, if you still want to go to a show, let's go to one together, yeah? I won’t leave you on your own.”

You nodded. “And next time I’ll disguise myself and tell people that was your crazy ex.”

Hobie snorted. “Just tell em you were pissed and no one will care. C’mon, let's get Vals permission to leave and then I’ll keep you company tonight, yeah?”

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Wait how did this turn into an hurt comfort fic? This was supposed to be a fluffy little drabble lol… I’m semi proud of this one ngl,, writing Hobie’s dialogue is HARD AS BALLS though. I tend to write very formal sounding dialogue, so a character like Hobie is difficult for me, even if he weren’t British. Plus I only know like,, old people British slang lmao. Like sure, I can google and stuff, but for example when you google slang for “happy” the word “chuffed” will come up. Like, Brits correct me if I’m wrong, but this mfer would NOT say “chuffed”?? like that sounds so old to me? (Istg if he says it in ATSV or BTSV I’m going to be so mad lol)

On that note- long shot- if someone who’s British would like to go over my dialogue sections and leave some suggestions, I would greatly appreciate it. Message me if you’re interested. Don’t feel pressured though, I love you guys all the same.

I did read this through multiple times, but not as thorough as I sometimes do. Let me know if there are any mistakes.

#hobie brown #spider punk #spiderverse #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #spiderpunk x reader #atsv #hobie brown x y/n #scenario #hobie brown x fem reader #hobie brown x autistic reader

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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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Take It Out On Me Part 8 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: 🫠

Warnings: Dom Steddie and plus size sub reader and all that that implies! (I regret nothing!). Smut for sure. Degrading (whore, brat, slut I believe), slapping, choking, handcuffs 🫠, DP, overstimulation as a punishment. Jealous Steddie especially Steve, Steve and Billy fight (mentions of the aftermath), angsty feels with a dash of fluff near the end!

Word count: 5668

After that night at Steve’s house, the next few months felt like they flew by; for you anyway. When you weren’t with the guys or Masie, you were busy with school and basketball. By the time December rolled around, you were ecstatic for the upcoming winter break.

Since you had been helping them with their schoolwork, Steve had finally taken you up on your offer to sit with you and your friend at lunch. Masie hated it at first but after noticing the turnaround he had made from last year she started to actually enjoy his presence.

“It makes no fucking sense.”, Steve whined as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“It’s science. None of it makes sense.”, she giggles.

“I’m afraid I can’t help you too much with that. I mean I have my notes but physics isn’t my forte. Eddie may know something.”

“Munson is into science fiction. Not the same thing.”

“Eh, it feels like it is.”, Masie shrugs as she looks over her own work.

A gentle sigh left your chest as you felt Steve’s legs lean against yours under the table. It was so hard for you to keep your hands off them at school and it seemed to be just as equally hard for them. One day during your free period, Steve pulled you into a nearby closet outside of the gym and fucked you against the wall as you tried not to scream, giving yourselves away.

After a heated D&D session during a Hellfire club meeting, Eddie bent you over the table and pounded into you until you were quiet literally begging him to stop because you had cum too many times.

Of course, after the rough, the calm followed. One weekend, they took you to see the new Wes Craven movie, A Nightmare on Elm Street, that freaked Steve out but Eddie thought was amazing. Eddie took you to your first concert just outside of town and you had a blast listening to Dio live. Your favorite part though was being able to fall asleep next to him at his trailer afterwards. He looked so peaceful when he slept and all the anxieties he seemed to carry just disappeared.

Steve took you to a play at the theater and even bought you a beautiful dress that you loved. When the production started, he seemed bored until you held his hand and leaned against his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head as you smiled.

The sound of the bell shook you back into the moment as the three of you headed to your next class. This particular class you and Steve had together but you also shared it with Billy who continued to make the boy’s life hell. Today was different, however. Instead of coming in and flirting with you like he usual did, Billy angrily sauntered in and threw his body into the chair next to you.

Anger was just radiating off him which is something you had seen in with Eddie and Steve. It wasn’t just a normal type of anger but one mixed with pain.

“Can I help you?”, he snapped. You hadn’t realized you were staring at him.

“Are…are you alright?”

“Like you fucking care.”

“Hey!”, Steve growled. “Don’t talk to her that way.”

Billy glared at the boy as class begun. About halfway through you felt a light tap on your shoulder as a note slid across your desk.

I’m sorry if I scared you, pretty girl. Just had a rough morning.

You turn your head to see him gently smiling at you, his blue eyes shimmering as they meet yours.

You don’t scare me. You just aren’t displaying your usual arrogance is all.”

Billy chuckles as he leans back in his seat, writing something down before handing the paper back to you.

God, baby, do I love your attitude.

ARE you alright?

My dad and I had a disagreement…about respect.

Your heart breaks slightly as you glance at him again. Just like Eddie and Steve, he seemed to have a shitty dad but unlike them it didn’t seem like he wanted to try and become a better man. If anything, you imagined his father probably carried the same demeanor Billy did.

You handed the note back to him without writing anything in return and he huffed a bit before passing it back to you.

I can probably teach you a thing or two about respect, baby girl. If you’d let me. I assure you a bitch like Steve Harrington can only teach beautiful women like yourself that there are better men out there who can satisfy and take care of you.

As the bell rung you crumpled the note and threw it at his chest as you rose to your feet. When your eyes met Steve’s firey ones you knew you were in trouble.

##############

“Tina is having a party tonight. Are we going or…?”

“That is the vaguest invite I’ve ever gotten to a party.”, you giggle as you place the book in your hands back onto the shelf. “Who’s Tina?”

“I don’t know, Y/N. Fucking Tina!”, Masie smiles. “It’s supposed to be a big thing. Eddie will be there.”, she teases as you roll your eyes.

You follow behind her as she continues to walk forward, heading towards the next aisle of books in the library when suddenly a ringed hand darted out from a dark room and pulled you in, closing the door.

“Jesus! You scared me.” You breathed a sigh of relief as your eyes landed on Eddie and Steve.

“Good. You should be scared. What were you and Billy Hargrove talking about?”, the metalhead asked.

Your eyes lulled towards the other boy full of annoyance. “First off, tattle tell. Second, nothing. He yelled at me before class and just wanted to apologize.”

“That guy isn’t the type to apologize, Y/N.”

“Harrington, you didn’t tell me he yelled at her.”

“Hey, I got on him, alright? And even if he was ‘just apologizing’ like she claims then why were they going back and forth until the bell rang? He definitely said more than that.”

Your eyes met Eddie’s as understanding flashed through them.

“Ah. I see. Seems they were talking about you, Stevie.”

“What about me?” The boy stepped back so his friend could take over as he loomed over you. “Answer the question. What the fuck did that asshole say?”

“Please…let it go. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Oh. Okay, I get it. You think he’s better than me, hm?”

“I didn’t say that!”

Steve hand gripped your throat as he walked you back towards the wall. “Then what are you saying?”

“Why does it matter, Daddy? He’s not important.”

“It matters, little girl, because I say it does. Now…this is the last chance I’m giving you before we raise the blinds and spank you in front of all these people outside.”

You sighed as your head hung, telling him everything Billy had said. While you were talking, Steve’s palm had slide down your arm and steadily began tightening his grip as he got angrier.

Eddie noticed the panicked look in your eyes as he stepped forward. “Ok, Harrington. She did good and answered you. Loosen your hold or let her go, man.”

The boy blinked back into the moment, releasing you before opening the door to the study room and disappearing.

“I just didn’t want to hurt him.”

“I know, sweetheart.”, Eddie pulled you into his arms. “I know. He’ll cool down by tonight. What did you want to do tonight, by the way? I was thinking we could rent a movie or something.”

“I can’t come over tonight. Masie invited me to go to a party with her.”

The boy pulled back from your embrace and sat on the table in front of you as he crossed his arms. “You didn’t say anything about a party before.”

“She just told me about it. I don’t know the host but it could be fun. You guys should come.”

“So, you’re going to a party at someone’s house you don’t know filled with people who have bullied you and hurt you at the last party you went to?”

Your eyes scanned his annoyed demeanor. “What the problem, Eddie?” His eyebrows raised as your jaw tightened. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Thank you. The problem is I don’t think you should go. You have all the popular assholes and I’m sure this other douchebag will be there.”

“Then come with me and show him who I belong to.”

Eddie sighs as he shakes his head. “No.”

A growl emits from your throat and his head snaps up to look at you. “Did Steve tell you that Billy calls me names like ‘pretty girl’ and ‘baby girl’ to? Hell, he shouts it in the fucking hallway. Why are you both still afraid to be seen with me at school?”

“First of all, you watch you tone when you’re speaking to me. Second, we are not afraid to be seen with you.”

“Oh please! Yeah, Steve sits with us at lunch but people think it’s because we’re dorks who help him with his homework. You guys didn’t even sit with me in our classes. Billy did.”

“I see. Then why don’t you go fuck him then!”

“Don’t test me, Eddie. I am NOT that shy girl anymore.” You both glare at each other. “You may be in charge of me or whatever but I deserve to be shown off.”

When he doesn’t respond, you huff out of the study room on a mission.

“Y/N, where have you been? I’ve been looking—”

You pass by Masie out of the library and into the parking lot where you find Billy smoking a cigarette by his car.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Do you want to go to a party with me tonight?!”

“Whoa. Um…yeah, sure. Sounds like fun.”

When you turn back around, you find Eddie, Steve, and Masie staring at you like you’ve gone insane. As you head back and grab your friend’s arm, you address them. “I deserve to be seen. I’m tired of everything being unclear!”

You were playing with fire but to you it was worth it.

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“Wow. You look breath taking.”

You smiled as Billy held his car door open for you. Tonight, you decided to go all out wearing a beautiful short sleeve dress that cut off just above your knee. The top was black and the skirt was a bright purple with a belt cutting the colors in half in the middle. Instead of wearing Eddie’s jacket, you decided on a black jacket of your own that still showed off your curves. Thankfully, your parents were out of town this weekend so they wouldn’t make you wear something else.

The entire drive to Tina’s, Billy kept glancing over at your body.

“How, um, how are things with your dad? Did he still get on your case when you got home?”

He chuckled until he realized you were genuinely asking. “Oh, uh, no. They weren’t home and my stepsister is out with friends so no one to get on my case.”, he winks.

“I get that. Is your mom a bit of hard ass as well?”

“No. Susan is alright.” You noticed his tone change so you decided to leave it there. “What about you?”

“My parents can be strict but nothing too dramatic.”

“Hm. How do they feel about you and King Steve?”

“There’s nothing between me and Steve.”

“Uh huh. Sure, honey. I’m not an idiot and I’m not blind. He obviously has a thing for you and vise versa. What I don’t get is why neither of you makes a move. Is it because of that long haired dude everyone calls a freak? I’ve seen you talk to him to. Keeping your options open?”

You exhale at his line of questioning, mostly because it’s loaded with condescension towards Steve and Eddie.

“I assume that’s why you invited me to this party. Hey, I’m not upset. I’ve told you before I’m more than happy to show you how a real man treats a queen like you, gorgeous.”

As soon as he pulls up to the house, you recognize Eddie’s van immediately. You look around for him and Steve, oddly feeling lonely that they weren’t beside you. Billy leads you into the kitchen and hands you a cup filled with bitter liquid. He laughs as you cough and rubs your back.

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle your alcohol, baby girl!”, he shouts over the music. Some of the other kids swarm around him including Tommy.

“Wow, Y/N. Getting around I see.”

Billy glares at him as he pulls the boy by the collar. “Hey! You show the lady some respect, asshole.”

Tommy holds up his hands in defense as he and some of the other boys head outside with Billy in tow. You refill your cup and slosh it back before following after them. As they set him up in front of keg, a strong cologne smell you’ve come to enjoy fills the air.

“Having a good time?” Steve stands beside you as he watches the display before him.

“I would hope so especially since I told her not to come.” Eddie snapped the lighter closed after lighting the cigarette in his mouth.

“Yeah and then you told me I should just fuck him so…”, you shrug.

“Hm. Well you’ll have to tell us if he lives up to that promise of ‘being a better man that can satisfy you’.”

You feel the tears sting your eyes as they speak.

“Eddie told me what you said about wanting to be seen. I guess taking you on dates in town and spending time with you outside of school isn’t enough. We should smack a name tag on you or something that says ‘Eddie and Steve’s girl.’” When he finally turns to look at you, his eyes fully drink you in. “Still can’t just fucking be, can we?”

“Harrington!”, Billy saunters over with beer dribbling down his abs. “You had your chance. Pretty girl said she wanted to spend tonight with me. Go play with someone else.”

Eddie’s fists clench at his sides as he stops himself from punching the man in front him for putting his hands on you. You were theirs. Billy was touching something that belonged to them and what was worse was you didn’t move away or recoil at his touch but instead walked back inside the house with him.

After that moment, the tension in the air hangs between the three of you that no one else seems to notice. While you sit on the couch with your date, your eyes dart around, watching Steve dance with another girl while another flirtatiously runs her hand along Eddie’s chest as he leans in close to talk to her over the music.

Angrily, you rise from your seat and head towards the kitchen to get more fuel for what you were about to do.

“Hey! Hey, hey. You don’t need any more.” Billy reaches over trying to take the now empty up cup from your hand.

“You don’t tell me what to do.”

His gorgeous blue eyes narrow down at as he smirks, bumping you with his chest as he gradually walks you back towards the counter.

“Do you want me to?”

Your lips attach to his as you cling to his neck. He tasted better then you thought he would but the overpowering hint of nicotine was almost too much. Eddie tasted like cigarettes but he was a delicious mix of other things that drove you crazy. Steve’s lips always lingered with you even after you stopped kissing him. The best way to describe his taste was just that it was Steve. You could kiss them both until your own lips went numb. With Billy, you couldn’t remove his mouth from yours fast enough.

They trailed down your neck as his strong palms gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you onto the countertop. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he grinded against your center. When you opened your eyes they met Eddie’s as he leaned against the fridge watching with his arms folded. He glanced out into the living room before turning to face you again, rising 3 fingers in the air. A shaky breath left you as he began counting down and as soon as he hit zero, Steve came into view.

He asked the metalhead what he was doing before turning to you. Your pussy fluttered as you watched the fire quickly build in his eyes.

“Billy…”, you whispered as Steve confidently strides towards you both.

“Yeah, baby?”

The man grabs his shoulder, yanking him around before punching him in the face. As he flies towards the opposite counter, Steve roughly grips your waist and places you on your feet, shoving you towards Eddie and out of the way.

Billy laughs sarcastically as he stands to face him, taking a swing of his own as the boy tucks out of the way and hits him again. The other man grabs a nearby cup throwing the liquid in Steve’s face before punching him in the stomach.

“No!” You lurch forward but Eddie grips your arm, pulling you back as he steps forward to take over. Coming from behind he grips the man’s arms, tugging him off of his friend.

“Now, William, if you can’t fight fair then we won’t either.”

Steve stands to his full height and grabs Billy’s collar. “No more nicknames. No more hitting on her. No more even looking in her direction. She belongs to people already and you’re not one of them. Do I make myself clear?” The boy glares at him as his jaw tightens causing Steve to punch him again. “I SAID DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?”

“Yeah, man.”

“Good boy.” He pats his cheek as Eddie tosses him to the ground. Steve bypasses you as the metalhead grabs your arm and follows him out the front door towards his van.

“You’re hurting me, Sir.” Your tone is feeble as you try and tug yourself out of his grasp.

“Oh, did you hear that, Harrington? Calling me by my title like she knows how to follow instructions.”

They open the backdoors of the van and all but lift you inside before slamming the doors shut. As Eddie starts to drive down the road you sit behind his seat as you cling to your knees. You glance at Steve who’s still fuming as he glares out the windshield. You can’t help the tears that fall as you notice a cut that’s bleeding above his cheekbone near his eye where Billy had hit him. His attire still completely trenched in red punch.

Steve’s eyes flick down towards you before he focuses his attention back to the window. “Save those tears, Y/N. We’re about to give you a real reason to fucking cry.”

“Daddy…I’m…I’m sorry.”

“No, little girl, but you will be.”

###########

As soon as you got three got back to Steve’s house, he pulled you out of the van and pushed you through the house till you reached his bedroom.

“I think you should take over until I’ve calmed down a bit.”

“You. Sit.” Eddie gestures towards the bed and you immediately do as your told. “Do you want me to take care of his welt on your face?”

“No, dude. Not yet. Let her continue to see what her stupid fucking actions did.”, he spits as he takes a seat in his desk chair.

They expected to see you pout but when you squared your shoulders, it surprised them. “You were flirting with other girls to. I saw it!”

“Oh? You saw us kissing on other girls? Grinding our dicks between their legs?” You hung your head at Eddie’s words. “Yeah, that’s what I thought you fucking whore. Now shut the fuck up while I talk to Harrington here.”

“You also invited him and rode with him to Tina’s house. Who knows what else you did with him before you got there!”

“Nothing, Daddy! I swear!”

The metalhead digs through some of the other man’s things and finds what he is looking for. He marches up to you, tearing the duct tape from the role and placing it over your mouth.

“Shut. Up.” He turns to Steve. “What were you thinking? Spanking?”

“I don’t know…she might enjoy that too much.”

“I know something she won’t enjoy.” A wicked smirk spreads across his face as he disappears heading outside towards his van.

Steve’s eyes penetrate yours as you both wait. “So did he prove himself? Show you what a real man can do for a girl like you?” He chuckled when you shook your head. “That’s a shame. Makes all this drama seem like a waste. You fucking hurt me tonight. Way more than this.” He points to the cut on his face.

“I—we--- missed you so fucking much while you were in New York this summer. We talked about you all the time. ‘Oh, when Y/N gets back maybe we can take her here.’ Or ‘Yeah, I think Y/N would enjoy this.’ Then you come back and we take fucking care of you yet it’s not enough?!” He sighs as Eddie enters the room again. “I’m sorry we apparently haven’t been clear enough about how much we fucking like you. Or maybe we made a mistake in trying this you because WE aren’t enough.”

You felt like absolute garbage. Steve was right. Since you had come home, they had done so much for you, showing you time and again how much they cared for you. Yeah, they didn’t parade you around school but they did spend time with you there; Steve sitting with you and befriending Masie while Eddie had even invited you to watch him and his friends play D & D in their Hellfire club. Literally the alternative would be to smack a name tag on you showing that they owned you. How had you never noticed before?

Eddie sat by your side as he removed the tape and tossed it on the floor. “Have you ever heard of the stop light system?” You shook your head as the tears cascaded down your face. “Green is good, Yellow is slow down, and usually Red is stop but in our case it’s Vanilla. So for example, right now, I’m seeing you cry like that and it’s scaring me a bit so I’m going to ask you what color you feel you are at right now.”

You wipe your face, turning to face him. “Green, Sir. I just… I feel so selfish.”

Eddie nods as he reaches for your wrists and clicks a set of handcuffs around one of them. “Too tight?”

“No, Sir. Thank you.”

He lifts your dress over your head before guiding you back against the pillows and chaining you to Steve’s headboard. His fingers gently remove your shoes tossing your clothes to the floor.

His palms run down your skin as he watches your face.

“Why do you feel selfish, little girl?”

“Because…Daddy is right. You both…have—”

While you were speaking, Eddie had slid his hand between your legs and had began pressing slow circle into your clit.

“Go on.”

“You both h-h-have been good to me—mmm—since I got hom-m-me.” He had gradually picked up his pace making you moan. “Why?”

“Why have we been good to you?”

You shook your head. “Why are you—mmm—making me f-feel good?”

“Good question, Munson.”, Steve squinted towards his friend.

“Watch the master work, Harrington.”, he winks. “Speaking off, can you grab the thing in my backpack. You’ll know it when you see it.” He chuckles as your body trembles and you cum. “I got the idea when I fucked her on our D &D table and that night we were trying not to bore her. I did some research and apparently, it’s very effective.”

“Eddie…please…”, you beg. You know where he’s headed with this. Rolling his eyes, he smacks you lightly across the face. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Still fucking apologizing instead of just listening the first time and following the fucking rules.” Eddie thanks Steve as he hands him a white wand. “I had to go two hours outside of Hawkins to buy this thing. This town is so closed minded, I swear. Now this, little girl, is wand. Makes sense, I mean it looks like one.” He displays it in front of you as the other boy plugs it into the socket by the wall.

The metalhead pushes a button and it vibrates to life. “Now like most wands, this thing is magic.” He abruptly presses to your clit and you cry out at the feeling, your eyes promptly rolling back. “Supposedly, Stevie, this little vibrator is guaranteed to make someone cum hard every…single…time.” Between each word he pushes the device aggressively against you.

They giggle as you pull against your restraints, your feet kicking nothing as you cum faster and harder than you ever had before. Three orgasms later and you body feels completely worn out.

“Sir…please…it’s too much.”

“Aw poor baby. Is this too intense for your little pussy to take?” Eddie laughs as you nod. “Steve, why don’t you give her something else to focus on.”

The boy grins as he removes his shirt and takes off his pants with his boxers before crawling on the bed above your head.

“Can your hands still tap the headboard?”

“Yes, Daddy.” The metal clanks as you adjust your wrists slightly and prominently smack it with your palm.

“Good girl. If you need to stop or get our attention just tap twice.” As soon as you confirm, he straddles his knees just above your shoulders, tapping your lips with his cock. “Open your mouth.” You do as he commands, bobbing your head as he groans.

Eddie collects some of the slick between your folds, making you moan around Steve as he pushes two of his fingers deep inside of you.

“God damn. You’re so fucking tight right now, sweetheart. Fuck. I can’t wait to stretch you open.”

Steve grips your hair in his fingers. “Flatten your tongue. That’s it. Just like that.” His eyes squeeze shut as he pants out moans, thrusting in small motions as you gag around him.

“Tonight, Y/N, we’re going to show you what Billy thought he was man enough to do.” The metalhead presses the wand on your bundle of nerves as he pumps his fingers into you. “We are the real men that can take care of and handle a woman like you. After tonight there will never be a fucking doubt in your mind.”

Steve felt your moans vibrate around him as you began to climax again, holding your head still as your throat practically closed around him. You coughed as he released you, shimmying his body till he was straddling your hips. He wiped your face with his arm as he scanned you for any signs of discomfort. “C-color?” The boy wasn’t used to asking yet, making a mental note to ask Eddie more questions about things like this later.

“Green, Daddy.” Your gravel filled voice was just making him harder; if it’s possible.

A now naked Eddie pushed Steve’s shoulder, signaling for him to get on the other side of you. He turns you on to your side facing him, lifting your leg over his waist. His lips passionately kiss yours as his hand holds the back of your neck. You whimper, feeling his cock breach your sex.

Your pussy clenches around him as you watch his mouth fall open in a silent moan as he slowly thrusts his hips, feeling you grip him tightly.

Eddie tries to keep his eyes open as you lean your forehead on his when Steve runs his dick along your ass. The metalhead brings your mouth to this again, holding you to him as he feels you wince, the other man entering your body. “You’re ok. You’re ok, baby.”, he whispers as you tug against your restraints. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. Taking us both. I told you; no one will ever make you feel this good.” He gradually began picking up his pace as Steve began to do the same.

“He told me—fuck—about us falling asleep inside you. Maybe next time—mmm—you fucking behave we can…we can do that. God damn, Y/N.”

Steve hadn’t said a word but his grunts were music to your ears. His arms had wrapped around to your front, massaging your breasts as he occasionally kissed and sucked on your shoulder.

The pain had long subsided and all that was left was the overwhelming pleasure of having them inside of you, hitting all the right places as they stretched you open.

As you came, you screamed, feeling like your body was going to explode into a million pieces. Eddie followed, unable to hold back any longer as he hugged your head to his chest and released inside of you. Steve’s fingers dug into your hips as he held you, climaxing with a strangled grunt as his forehead pressed to your back.

You three laid still for awhile until you couldn’t take the soreness in your arms any longer. “Eddie…”, you whimpered. The sound of his name caused his head to shoot up at attention. “My wrists hurt.”

“Shit. Baby, ok, let me…” He held your waist as he pulled out of you, reaching above you to click you free. “Y/N, you said they weren’t tight.” You followed his eyes to where you had deep red indents on your skin.

“They weren’t. Maybe I pulled on ‘em to hard.”, you pout. Your breath stutters as Steve carefully pulls out of you as well and slides off the bed.

“Ed, go ahead and get a bath going. I’ll be right back.”

“Can you walk, sweetheart?”

“Yeah…just not very fast.”

He grins as he takes your hand and helps you off the mattress, guiding you towards the bathroom. “Well shit. Either Harrington is testing out new body washes or he got these for you.” A nice delicate smell fills the room as Eddie pours some of the liquid into the water.

“I didn’t know what kind you liked so I just got what I thought smelled good.”, Steve came in with some bandages and an ice pack in his hands. “If you hate it just tell me—”

“No! I love it. What is it?”

His eyes light up a bit at your smile. “Um, it’s supposed to smell like the beach.”

“I’ve never been to the beach.”

“We’ll have to rectify that, immediately. Climb in, princess.” He reaches for your hand but you fold your arms tightly around your body. “What’s wrong?”

“I…I want to ask you both to sit with me but…I don’t think I deserve it.”

Eddie’s fingers lift your chin as he flashes you a comforting smile. “Nice to know meek Y/N IS still in there somewhere. Ask us, baby. Like you need it.”

“I do need it. Will you please sit with me?”

He reaches for your hand again as he climbs into the tub and you follow. Steve does the same, shifting the items in his hands as he places them on the side. You flinch as Eddie cleans you, leaning against his chest as you burrow into his neck making him chuckle.

“I may just settle for scarfs or ribbons or something because this?” He holds up your arms to display your wrists. “I don’t like this.”

“I didn’t even realize…”

Steve places the ice pack on them and you hiss at the cold. A comfortable silence falls between you three as Eddie traces his finger along your back and down your arms.

“I’m sorry… for everything. You’re right. I mean even if we didn’t have this.”, you gesture between you. “You do a lot for me and I have so much fun with you guys outside of the bedroom. I don’t know, I guess I just hate that guys like Billy feel like they can hit on me freely and vice versa.”

You reached for the antiseptic Steve had brought and leaned forward to clean the cut on his face, feeling his eyes scanning over you as he heavily sighs. “I’m sorry if we made you feel like you don’t deserve to be seen. We just thought since this is so unorthodox, you’d want to keep it a secret but Y/N, I don’t hide that I like spending time with you or that you’re my friend. I was telling someone the other day about that creepy fucking movie we saw.”

“Oh my god, Harrington. Calm down. It wasn’t even that bad.”

“Munson, the dude pulled a guy THROUGH his bed and tossed back his blood. What the fuck?!”

You giggled as you placed the tiny Band-Aid over his cut. “Evil Dead is much worse.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Hm, debatable.”

“I told the Hellfire guys about the concert we went to.”, Eddie grinned as you leaned back against his chest. “Next month, Poison is coming to town and they said we should all go. I, um, I don’t actually have a lot of people to tell or talk to but, um, Wayne wants to meet you one of these days.”

Your own grin grows as the remaining tension leaves the air.

“Can I ask you something before we pretend that you never went on a date with Billy Hargrove?” Steve smiles as you laugh and nod. “I have to know…is his kissing like God’s gift to mankind?”

“Dear Lord, no. That was one of, if not, the worst kiss I’ve ever experienced and I’m not just saying that! It was like…kissing an aggressive ashtray.”

They both cackle as you wrap Eddie’s arms around you and place your legs in Steve’s lap.

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pupyuj · 7 months

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thinking about extrenely dubcon g!p stalker wonyoung (who so happens to be your blockmate) breaking into your house late at night and yes😁

i held off on posting this for the longest time bcs tbh, i never rlly knew where i stood with noncon/dubcon even though i say in my pinned that i do write about it??? yea IK weird but it's been quite some time since i finished this and i can now actually write these kinds of things without flinching so! ANYWAY, i like it when you guys make wony a pathetic loser it's so fun... except that she's a bit creepy here but whatever.

[cw: g!p, stralker!wony, perv!wony, dubcon/noncon (it really was teetering the line...), breeding]

FUCK . okay so wony being so obsessively in love with you since the day you sat beside her in your first day of classes, but can't bring herself to talk to you bcs you just radiated pure sunshine energy that it blinds her too much so she settles with following you around, stalking you irl and online??? when she's sitting beside you, she's sneaking pics of what's hiding underneath your skirt... and you're always talking to people so you don't really notice your pretty seatmate lowering her phone and snapping a couple pics of your panties... she uses those pics to get off for sure.. she moans your name so loudly while stroking her cock, wishing that she had the courage to just fucking grab you, bend you over your desk, and pound your pretty pussy in front of the entire class... but poor wony has to be satisfied with just looking at you from a distance. a very, very close distance...

omg but like, wony eavesdropping in one of the conversations you have with your friends.. and she finds out that you're a virgin 🤭 but then she gets upset bcs your friends started teasing you about some girl who you were talking to in that way and how you weren't going to be a virgin for very long now... oh god, wony got sooo mad 😤😤 she saw you first!! therefore she deserves to be your first!! she firmly believed that nobody will ever be able to fuck you as good as she can... and she wanted to prove this so naturally, wony breaks inside your house dead in the night... feeling her heart beating so loud not out of anxiety or fear of being caught, but because your scent was everywhere... wony could just lay down in your living for the entire night and just bask in your sweet scent.. but she was here on a mission 👀

wony making her way inside your bedroom with exactly zero noise??? she stares at your face for a while, breathing heavily and her hands already unbuckling her belt and removing her pants dkshscnhsjgh 😵‍💫😵‍💫 wony climbing onto your bed with her cock just . out, stirring you awake... and ofc you were going to freak the fuck out bcs who the hell was in your house?! but wony was quick to cover your mouth with her hand and shush you, "it's me... it's me, (y/n)... it's wonyoung. i won't hurt you... just don't scream." but you were so fucking scared bcs you didn't know her!!

wony keeping her hand on your mouth bcs she knew you wouldn't keep quiet... leaning down to kiss your neck despite your resistance, her moaning at the way your skin tastes on her lips?!! wony finding your sweet spot and making you moan accidentally,, and she's so happy bcs she thinks you're liking it but fuck you were in tears bcs what the hell was she going to do to you??? ☹️ "i couldn't bear the thought of not being your first time... so i'm getting to you before that girl..." she says and finally you realized that that thing that was pressed up against your stomach was her dick... again, you started freaking out—kicking, squirming, scratching at wony's arms and trying to push her away but she was unexpectedly strong :(( "i'm gonna fuck you, (y/n)... i'm gonna fuck you and you're gonna love it.. you're gonna love me." and then she swiftly pulls your shorts n panties off and slams her cock in your cunt :(((

wony's hand in your mouth muffling your pained moans as she thrusted into you :(( "i-i know it hurts but.. ohh, fuck, so g-good... it'll feel better in a bit, i p-promise.. mhm...!" wony starting to quicken her pace and forcing her cock deeper inside you bcs she wanted to feel your cunt envelope her entire length :((( n then you're crying and sobbing bcs it hurt so bad but then... wony starts hitting a few good spots and you find yourself moaning out of pleasure instead of pain... all of this was so wrong.. wony didn't ask for your permission, wasn't being gentle at all, and she was restraining you... but fuck, her cock was such a perfect fit in your tight little pussy and you wanted more...

"see...? it feels nice, r-right? fuck... i'll g-go faster.. wanna ruin you so bad..." wony grips your hip with her one hand and started pounding into you so much harder and faster that you screamed into her palm... wony was starting to get hurt by the way you hit her arm and clawed at her skin so she pinned both of your hands above your head... she doesn't care that people could probably hear you screaming and crying,, your voice was akin to that of an angel, she could listen to you all day!

sobbing while wony was marking you up :(( begging for her to stop bcs it was hurting you,, and you told her she was hurting you but she refused to listen,,, only kissing your tears away and expecting you to take everything like a good girl... so you had to :(( it goes on for a while... her going in and out of you, her groans, your cries being the only thing that was heard throughout the house... you finally coming all over wony's cock and not knowing that you did bcs wony kept fucking into you, faster again bcs she was close too :(((

"g-gonna come inside you... d'you want my cum, (y/n)?? w-want me to... h-haahh... want me to get you pregnant? i want to... i really want to, fuck... you're mine... i need you to be mine..." wony buries her head on your neck, mumbling all this nonsense about giving you her kids... then you're begging her not to fucking do that but she doesn't want her cum to go to waste :(( wony coming inside you with a long, whiny moan which you thought was a bit cute...

feeling wony's warm cum inside you... only pulling out minutes later when she has dumped every fucking seed inside your cunt... putting your hands on her shoulders when she finally let go of your wrists,, god you felt so violated.. but why were you kissing her?? why were you thinking that she was the prettiest thing you have ever seen?? and why, after recovering from everything, were you begging for her to come inside you again?? 😣😣

#ive smut #ive x reader #ive imagines #girl group smut #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #ive x fem reader #jang wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung imagines #jang wonyoung x reader #wonyoung smut #wonyoung x reader #wonyoung imagines #g!p wonyoung #g!p idol

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werentwethestarsinheaven · 8 months

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at your back door.

matty healy x female reader

a/n: once again i don’t really know what this is lol i just had a sudden burst of motivation and wrote this in like an hour (so forgive me if it’s poorly written) luv you all ❤️

You and Matty weren’t ever anything. He wasn’t your boyfriend, and you weren’t his girlfriend, and you definitely weren’t a couple. You were both just you. “Just a friend,” is what you’d mutter when someone would ask where, who, what you were doing for the days where you’d drop off the face of the earth to spend time with him. You see, you and Matty weren’t ever anything, but your heart was everywhere.

You were content alone. In your small cottage with the windows wide open, wildflowers lining pathways and white picket fences. In the park behind your house, with the trees that swayed and were the home for the birds that chirped away happily. Until he arrived in your life. Or maybe you arrived in his.

You were walking fast down the hill and through the park, anxiety dripping into your chest, mind racing and heart beating fast. You’d mistakenly left your notebook behind at your spot earlier in the day. A notebook that might as well be your heart splattered and stained on ink lined pages. That was when you saw him. Sitting peacefully with a guitar beside him lying in the grass, his back leaning against the willow tree where your’s usually is. Scribbling viciously in a moleskin with one hand and a takeaway coffee cup in the other. You could hear the scratches etched in his throat as he hummed a tune, repeating it over and over again that you expected the birds above him to start chirping the same melody.

“I’ve stolen your spot haven’t I?” he chuckles, you were too busy staring at him to realise that he had noticed your presence and that your mouth had now gone dry.

“Oh no don’t worry, sorry to bother you,” your voice leaked out of your throat quieter than you expected. “Have you umm, maybe seen a notebook around here? I left it here a few hours ago.”

“No, sorry, I haven't.” His voice rolled off his tongue so smoothly as he looked at you genuinely. You could practically feel the warmth of his smile in your chest, coating over your anxiety like honey.

“Well thanks anyways. Uhh, if you see it anywhere would you mind putting it in my mailbox just up there,” you point behind you at your white picket fence that only just fades into view over the horizon.

“No problem,” he still smiles at you. You’re standing metres away from him, but you can see his eyes glistening.

“Have a nice day,” you whisper, turning around and walking briskly away until you no longer feel his gaze burning into the back of your head. Although you think it’s left a first degree burn on your heart.

Without your notebook you were left to dwell in your own mind in silence. Your heart filling and threatening to spill, to implode and rip apart the delicate stitching you worked hard to sew neatly. You’re lying there in the grass under your willow tree, feeling your heart leaking and melting out of your body, desperate to seep its nutrients into the soil beneath you. You inhale, the smell of newborn spring fills your senses. Pollen and freshly cut grass and… tobacco? He’s right there. Smiling down at you with an extended hand clutching a cup of coffee for you.

“Hey, do you mind if I join you?” he speaks into the spring air.

Of course you minded. You haven’t been able to think about anything else other than him and his saccharine smile and sugar syrup voice for the past week. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and the curls on his head moved like the breeze was running its fingers through his hair itself. The way he radiated heat like he was the sun and you were simply a part of his solar system, orbiting around him and absorbing his energy. God. You had spent about 30 seconds in his presence and you were already withering away.

He sat down anyway, despite your silence and introduced himself. Matty. He was renting a place a few minutes away. He loves music and reading and comes to this spot to write, just like you. He refused to tell you about his job, opting to tell you about his closest friends and his family. He was being so vulnerable that you couldn’t help but let him pry your heart open and tell him everything about you. By the time you realised he hadn’t said a word in 20 minutes and that the coffee cups in your hands were now lukewarm, a drop of rain fell from the sky and landed on your forehead. It began to bucket down rain. Squeals of laughter echoed in the air as you both ran up the hill side by side to your picket fence. You pushed through the gate and skipped up the stairs. Standing under the awning to catch your breath and running your fingers through your dampened hair, you realised he hadn’t taken his eyes off you this entire time. The warmth of your home enveloped him as you let him in through the door.

From then on, you would wait for him to knock on your back door. It started off as a simple friendship. Some mornings, you would prepare two cups of tea in the kitchen as he grazed about the living room, complimenting your expansive vinyl collection and the books that sat on the shelves that reached for the ceilings. Some evenings, you would stand behind the stove as Matty chose a record and you both listened to it crackle to life from your record player. On sunny days, you would drag an extra sunlounger outside and together you would lay in the sunshine as you listened to him strum his guitar softly, the sun kissing his skin. On rainy days, you would sit across the couch together, rotting away and taking turns playing your favourite films for each other.

One evening, the dishes stained with pasta sauce sat crusting in the sink while you popped open the night’s third bottle of wine. You were already tipsy and warm, trying to keep up with his high tolerance, but you didn’t care. You were always warm around him anyways. Mirage by Fleetwood Mac spun on the record player, and he eagerly grabbed your hands and dragged you to the middle of the living room. Wine left behind, your giggles and his sweet hums filled the air. He spun you around as he sang and his fingers brushed against your waist as you leant on his shoulder. Inhaling the smells that clung to his neck. Tobacco and red wine and the nag champa incense you both watched swirl through the garden earlier in the day. And then your lips were on his. Bodies swaying softly to the music and against each other, as the crickets who had painfully watched you pine for weeks rejoiced outside. You can’t quite remember the small details, and whether or not you were drunk on the wine or him. All you can remember is that his lips were on yours and you were in his arms. Finally.

Morning cups of tea would be now be shared from the same mug, a shirtless Matty passing it to you as you sat on the kitchen counter in just your underwear and his shirt. Evenings would be romanticised, dinner’s lit by candles and dessert served tangled in your sheets. Sunny days would be spent sharing the same sunlounger, your bodies intertwining and you kissing his skin in place of the sun and your fingers brushing through his curls instead of the breeze. Rainy days had you wrapped up as one in a blanket, licking hot cocoa away from each other's lips. You forgot about your notebooks. You didn’t feel the need to write anymore, you could smear your heart all over him instead.

But his visits were never consistent. He’d come knocking on your back door and leave again before you could even let the thought of him sink into your skin. He called you. His syrupy voice crackling down the phone line and oozing into your brain, making you forget the difference between the whispers he’d once breathed into your ears in your bed and the ones you can now only vaguely decipher through the speaker of your phone.

Sometimes you wouldn’t hear from him for weeks until you would wake up to a postcard from a random country delivered to your mailbox. In the beginning, in scribbled handwriting, they were all simply signed to your name. One day, on a postcard sent from Hawaii, it was branded with, “my Darling.” You wanted to march straight down to the nearest courthouse and shout, begging on your hands and knees until they agreed to change it to your legal name. Darling, darling, darling. My Darling. It rolled off his pen and his tongue so sweetly and landed straight onto your heart. Burning into the flesh, singeing and leaving a smouldering hole like the end of his cigarette pressed to paper.

Until slowly but surely, he stopped calling. He stopped sending postcards. He stopped knocking on your back door. It’s okay, you expected this. You were waiting for a bucket overflowing with your liquidised heart to be sent through the mail and left on your back doorstep. Over the next few months, you nursed the burn on your heart with copious amounts of tea and lounging in the early summer sun, feeling the blisters slowly fade away as you filled notebook after notebook and wrapped them carefully away in bandages.

It was a simple Tuesday. You had watched the seasons pass by, yearning for him like the plants begged for warmth in the winter. But your longing for him soon faded as the sun rose again and painted your home in sunlight. But today it was raining. At first, the knocking on your door was soft and hesitant, like the person behind it was unsure of what they were doing. It grew louder as you approached and the door creaked as it opened. Matty was standing there with that same crinkled smile, in his hands a tattered notebook. Your notebook, from that very first day.

“Hello, look what I found,” He smiled shyly, pushing the notebook into your hands, your skin sparking alight as the calluses on his fingers grazed against yours. Water dripping from the damp curls perched on his head and trickling down his beautiful face. Eyes brimming with tears.

You grab him. Tossing the notebook behind you carelessly. After all this time you’re in his arms again. You want to suffocate in him and drown in him and let him die with you. He kisses your nose, your cheeks, your lips.

“I missed you, I missed you, I missed you,” he repeats, voice muffling against the warm skin of your face. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, my Darling,” he breathes into you.

“I know,” you mumble into his mouth. You hold him. Or is he holding you?

“I had it that whole time, the notebook.” He whispers against your neck, you think you feel a tear drop onto your collarbone. He doesn’t understand that he’s held your heart in the open palm of his hands more times than you could ever count.

“I know,” you whisper again.

He’s properly crying now. Shaking in your embrace. You are too. He tells you everything. He wrote songs for you, but never let you hear them. Only when he was sure you were fast asleep would he bring his guitar out and strum softly, pouring his heart out to you while you floated in your dreams. Dreams he desperately hoped he was in.

He sent the first postcard when he read the first page of your notebook. “Dear my darling lonely heart, you are so full and I have nowhere to empty you.” You had written.

He stopped calling and sending postcards when he read the last page. “When I meet him one day, I will empty you out into his arms and see if he keeps you or if he will let you seep away.”

While he was gone Matty wrote an EP for you. For My Darling’s Lonely Heart, he calls it. Four songs, each named after the seasons he spent with you. He tells you he’ll never release it to anyone else. It’s only for you and him.

The afternoon sun shines through the windows and dances around your bodies. The rain has cleared.

Maybe this time, you’ll stand at the back door and watch him as he walks away, curls bouncing on his head. Maybe this time, before he leaves you’ll check to see if his hands are scrubbed clean of your heart. Maybe this time you won’t wonder where he goes when he leaves.

Maybe this time he’ll stop and turn around to kiss you sweetly and wave as he walks and you lean on your doorway watching him. Maybe this time he’ll leave you some of his heart instead. Maybe this time when he comes crawling back, he’ll finally ask to stay.

#matty healy #the 1975 #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy fic #matty healy smut #matty healy x y/n #the 1975 fic #george daniel #ross macdonald #adam hann

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train-wrecc · 1 year

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Here For You

Marcus Baker x female!reader

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warnings!: mentions of depression, anxiety, a panic attack, i think that’s all…

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Y/n knew Marcus could struggle with his depression and anxiety at times, so she tried her best to be there for him, whenever he needed her, she was right there.

She was always trying to remind him all the time of the love she had for him. To support him in his darkest times.

From the simple things, like cuddling him until he finally felt something, to cooking him something and making sure he ate every last bite no matter how long it took him. She was there when the world just felt like too much for him.

Marcus stared off into space, seemingly out of it. Y/n had been talking to the boy, he could see her lips forming the words, but couldn’t hear what they produced. All of a sudden it’s like every person walking past the pair had their eyes glued to him, staring at him. The murmuring of students talking amongst themselves somehow seemed to get louder. The squeaking of their beat-up sneakers meeting the shiny linoleum floor sounded at max volume. It’s as if all at once he was hearing everything and nothing at all. His heart seemed to ache, and clench, his throat feeling as if it was closing up, losing his ability to breathe in oxygen. His eyes clamped shut, hands flying to his ears trying to stop the loud chaotic noises which flowed through them. He took in deep gasps of air trying to regulate his breathing. “One, two, three, four, five.” He murmured, his face stuffed into his legs which he’d pulled toward his chest.

“What’d you say?” Y/n turned to the boy, she had been ranting about family problems, as she looked into the distance.

Her eyes were met with the boy huddled, panic radiating off of him in waves. How could she have not noticed he had been having a panic attack? “Oh god, Marcus, hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, look at me bub, okay?” She told him, her hands lifting his head to face her. Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, as he silently wished he could just disappear, as he continued to take deep shaky breaths in, the more he tried to regulate his breathing the more erratic his heartbeat got.

Y/n brought her hands to Marcus' face, gently caressing his jaw in soothing circular motions. “Focus on me honey, everything’s gonna be okay.” She said calmly, nodding her head to him. She gently grasped his hand, placing his hand against her wrist, “Squeeze my wrist, feel my heartbeat..” Her other hand moved to clasp the back of his neck.

Marcus's breathing had somewhat slowed, however, it was still beating quite fast, “Bub, I want you to tell me five things you can see, okay?”

The boy nodded quickly, “The- the lockers…, my-my shoes, that b-blue recycling bin, an old book …- on the floor, a p-poster.” He took a deep breath, stuttering out his answers, continually trying to calm himself.

“Good, okay, you’re doing great baby, now tell me four things you can feel,” She said his hand now being held in one of hers.

“I c-can feel the cold AC, the hard brick wall b-behind me, y-your… h-hand in mine, the material of m-my hoo-... hoodie.” He let out.

“I’m so proud of you, you’re amazing bub,” She responded placing a kiss on his hand, “Now give me 3 things you can hear, okay,”

He inhaled a deep breath, before exhaling, “A locker being s-shut, laughing, and… m-music.”

“Good, you’re doing even better baby, now 2 things you can smell, okay,”

“Y-your perfume, and oranges…” He says, letting out a deep sigh.

“Now, 1 thing you can taste,”

“I can’t taste shit right now, Y/n/n” he lets out a laugh, burying his head into the crook of her neck.

“Alright, alright,” She giggled, running her hands through his brown strands of hair.

Marcus let out another deep sigh, continuing to nuzzle his face deep into his girlfriend’s neck, taking in the scent of her comforting perfume, his breathing much less erratic.

“Better?”

“Yeah..” He whispers, voice shaky still.

The bell rang as the couple sat in the hall still, wrapped in their own little bubble, Y/n trying to protect Marcus from the world.

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However, it had come to the point where Y/n’s sole focus was Marcus and nothing else. Not herself, not her school work. She was so deeply in love with the boy, she’d truly do anything for him.

These past few weeks had been especially hard on both, Y/n and Marcus. It was the 1 year anniversary of Marcus's best friend's death.

Marcus laid in bed most days, not having been to school for more than a week. Something as simple as brushing his teeth seemed to be too difficult of a task to do.

He felt completely and utterly alone no matter how much Y/n tried to hug him so tightly he’d feel her immense love for him.

Y/n hadn’t been feeling the best either, to be honest. Trying to be positive for Marcus all the time was draining her. Seeing him so depressed and lacking motivation seemed to be taking quite a toll on her, leaving her feeling useless, not being able to help her boyfriend, no matter how desperately she wanted to.

Most days she spent twisting and turning all night, exhausted but unable to sleep. Her mornings consisted of drinking coffee to give her some form of energy throughout the day and covering her under-eye bags with hefty amounts of concealer.

Y/n sat at the lunch table, barely able to keep her eyes open. Continuously shutting them, then having to practically pry them open, “You alright, Y/n/n?” Abby questioned the girl which looked anything but alright.

“M’fine,” She responded, plastering a false smile on her lips that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Abby nodded in response, obviously not believing the girl.

“How’s Marcus been doing?” The redhead decided to ask.

“Not so good, I just wish there was something I could do to help him. It’s the worst he’s been in a while, and I try and try, but nothing seems to help,” She shakes her head in disappointment at herself.

“Maybe he just needs some space to heal on his own…?”

“I don’t want him to think I don’t care about him anymore or, or worse, that I’ve stopped loving him because of some mental illness.”

Abby nodded, saying nothing more, and just being there for her friend.

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By the end of the school day, Y/n wasn’t feeling too well but decided she’d stop by Bluefarm and get Marcus his favorite dish from the restaurant in another feeble attempt at trying to somewhat cheer the boy up, or at least motivate him to sit up and eat, he was skinny already, and had been getting thinner as the days went on.

Y/n opened the front door to the Baker household and walked in. She and Marcus had been dating for a little over a year, and most days she was at his house, which was basically a second home to her.

Ellen had even given her a key. Y/n entered the house and is met with Max sprawled out on the couch in the living room, scrolling on her phone.

“Hey, Max, any changes?”

“Nope, nada, zilch.”

“I even offered to show him my old cringy TikTok’s. He didn’t even respond!” She shrugged.

She silently nodded, turning and rolling her eyes at the girl, like cringy TikTok’s were gonna magically cure her twin brother's crippling depression. At times Y/n felt bad for Marcus, him having to take the backseat all the time due to his sister always having to be the center of attention.

The girl made her way upstairs to check on Marcus. Walking in she was met with his mess of a room, and him lying in bed which had become his permanent spot as of recently.

“Hey bub, I brought you your favorite!” Y/n cheerily told the boy, slightly wiggling the bag at him.

The boy’s worn-out brown eyes burned into the wall behind her. The only response she received was him turning to face the opposite side of his bed, away from Y/n. She let out a quiet sigh, setting the food down on Marcus's side table. Her eyes glanced over the mess of the room, figuring she might as well try and clean up his room a little while she was there.

Y/n began grabbing the clothes that were haphazardly thrown around the room, and placing them in the hamper. After she began grabbing all the trash in the room, which ranged from old soda cans to bags of chips which she didn’t even want to know how long they’d been there for. The trash made a noise as they fell into the trashcan causing Marcus to turn and look at what his girlfriend was doing.

“What are you doing?” He questioned in a monotone voice, almost sounding like a statement rather than a question.

Y/n looked up, a smile growing on her face at the boy speaking. “Trying to tidy up your room for you, Y’know maybe it'll make you feel a little better, being in a clean space-”

“Can you just not, Y/n… I don’t need you to clean my room for me, okay?” The girl silently nodded at the boy who seemed to be a little upset at her for trying to help him.

“Did you hear when I said I got you Bluefarm?”

“Yes, I heard you the first time Y/n, I’m not deaf like my dad.” The boy said with a bite to his tone, even mustering the ability to roll his eyes at her. Marcus wasn’t exactly sure as to why he was acting like such a dick. Maybe it had to do with Y/n always being there, he didn’t have any space for himself. No time to deal with his depression by himself, and people always crowding him, pushing themselves onto him. He just needed time. It especially irritated him when Y/n did things like this, doing everything for him. He felt like a fucking useless baby.

“Okay,” Y/n murmured quietly, pursing her lips.

“Well, uh, do you want me to get anything for you, water? Or-”

“No, can you just stop Y/n, I- I don’t want your help okay? I’m not a fucking useless child, stop treating me like one. God, if I wanted you here, I would’ve texted you, okay? If -if I had wanted to talk to someone I would’ve called my fucking therapist, so can you just leave, okay, I don’t want you here. I just wanna be by myself for a little, but clearly, that’s too fucking much to ask of you.” He angrily spat at the girl.

Y/n’s eyes widened more and more at each sentence that left the boy's mouth. She nodded, not knowing what to say. She turned before he could see the tears forming in her eyes, quickly running down the stairs and out of the house, without uttering a word to anyone.

She slammed the door to her car, and it was as if it was a dam breaking. The salty tears streamed down her face, warming her cheeks. All she had wanted was to be there for him, help him. But he clearly didn’t want her help. She had gotten that now.

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Y/n woke up the next morning her eyes swollen, and aching. She laid in bed, not going to school that day. She didn’t feel like dealing with anyone today. The night before she had come home a mess, still crying silently. Her parents immediately knew something had happened with Marcus, Y/n rarely cried like this, they had given her space and told her she could stay home for the next few days if she wanted.

She let out a sigh, Marcus's words from last night still on repeat in her brain. She got up, slapping some water on her face, before going downstairs to her kitchen, wrapped up in the warmth of her comforter. She grabbed a pint of her favorite ice cream before settling on the couch in the living room, creating a nest for herself. She turned the TV on to watch Scooby-Doo in an attempt to take her mind off things.

She had gotten a couple of texts from Abby, all asking why she wasn’t at school or where she was, however, she couldn’t be bothered to respond, shutting her phone off.

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Y/n hadn’t been to school or visited Marcus in a few days, leaving Marcus to feel guilty for saying the cruel things he had. He did need space, but he shouldn’t have told her it the way he did. The space had left him missing Y/n, but it also made him realize how dependent he was on her, and her on him. After the weeks he’d spent bathing in this deep depression he finally felt a little better. His mind felt somewhat clear now, not as lost and muddled as before. He got up and took a shower, the first shower in a few days which he was sort of ashamed of. The shower was good for him, helping him feel better. He changed his bedsheets, before returning to his bed. He had gotten up, and showered, he figured that was more than enough progress in a day than he had made in a while.

His phone dinged with a message from Abby, which read, “Hey, has Y/n been to visit you? She hasn’t been to school in a couple of days now. She’s not responding to my texts… whenever I go over her parents always tell me she’s sleeping. I’m worried about her.”

Marcus wasn’t sure how to respond to the message, clearly, this had something to do with him going off on Y/n. “No, I kind of went off on her a few days ago. I didn’t mean to, I was just frustrated and took it out on her.” He typed.

Another text came in, “After everything she’s done for you, Marcus? Really? God, guys are so dumb. Did you apologize?”

“No… I know I need to but I just needed some space…” He sent.

“Well, now you’ve got it, huh.”

Abby was right, he was dumb.

Marcus sighed, he knew he had to go apologize to Y/n however he just couldn’t bring himself to get out of his bed again. He had decided he’d go the next day and make things right.

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Marcus had done it. He was out of his bed and stood on the steps of Y/n’s house. It was around the middle of the day, and he could see her parent’s cars were nowhere in sight, meaning Y/n was the only one home.

He rang the doorbell, expecting to hear footsteps, something, however, he was met with silence. He stood there for a few seconds, reaching up to ring the doorbell once again. And once again, silence. So, he rang the doorbell, again, again, again, and again. He knew Y/n was stubborn but so was he, and he wouldn’t leave until she at least answered the door.

He heard feet stomping toward the door, finally, he thought. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” The girl practically ripped the door from its hinges, her voice dripping in anger and annoyance. When her eyes met his her eyes widened as did his. His beautiful girlfriend stood wrapped in a blanket, her hair a mess atop her head and eyes bloodshot red, lips chapped. The girl attempted to slam the door on him, but he stopped it with his foot in between the door and the frame.

“Bub, please.” He pleaded.

“You wanted space Marcus, I’m giving you space.” She responded, her voice slightly raspy. She pushed his foot out, closing the door, and trotted off angrily. Y/n knew technically she had no right to be angry at Marcus, but it was either that or feeling bad for herself, and she had enough of the latter. He wanted space, so he was gonna get it and maybe it’d be good for her as well.

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Y/n had returned to school the day after, she hated getting behind on work. Marcus wasn’t anywhere to be seen. However, Y/n was surprised to see him at school the following day, immediately darting off in the opposite way of his direction. She ignored him like the plague.

Marcus had had enough space it had been almost a week of Y/n ignoring Marcus. He had tried everything to try and catch her at school to talk, but she always somehow managed to slip away from him. He figured she had needed space as well so he respected that, but he was tired of this.

Marcus once again stood outside of Y/n’s house, this time he had a different approach, an approach he was quite used to using. The window, it never failed him. He had successfully climbed the tree by her window, attempting to pull the window. Which listened, being pulled up. Success, he thought. He stumbled into the girl's room, once a common occurrence.

The girl looked up hearing the crash of something, pulling one of her headphones out, as she glanced up quickly before returning to her homework. Wait a minute- she looked up again, Marcus.

A sigh escaped her lips, returning her headphone to her ear. Just ignore him, give him space, she thought to herself.

“Y/n please, are you seriously going to ignore me, when I’m standing right in front of you, talking to you.”

Silence.

He walked to her bed, and sat in front of her, as she continued to work on her homework. Reaching up to her ear, he pulled one of her earbuds out.

“Marcus, stop it.”

“Come on y/n/n, can we just talk, please.” He said, gesticulating as he spoke.

She snatched her earbud from him as he spoke, placing it back in her ear.

“Are you serious right now?” He questioned.

Her eyes remained glued to her homework. This time he grabbed both of the earbuds, shoving them into his pocket.

“Marcus, seriously, you’re beginning to piss me off.” She muttered through clenched teeth.

“Good at least I can get something out of you other than silence.” He replied.

“Get out. I want you to leave.” Marcus sat there for a second, “Now, Marcus.” Her tone became slightly higher in pitch as she got angrier by the second.

“Y/n-”

“I’m trying to give you the space you so desperately want Marcus.” She said, getting up and marching toward her bedroom door.

“I’m-”

“Marcus, leave before I shove you out the fucking window, or worse get my dad.” The words flew from her mouth harshly.

He swallowed as she gripped the door knob. His eyebrows pulled together, unsure of what to do.

“Pease, y/n/n,”

She turned to open the door, but before she could leave he pulled her against him, and into an embrace.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He whispered to her.

Y/n froze for a second, missing the feeling of his arms around her, but she broke out of those thoughts, shoving him off of her, “You don’t want to leave fine then, I’ll leave,” She said. She hastily made her way downstairs, Marcus, following behind her, no longer caring if her dad saw him. She walked past her parents in the living room, sliding her slippers on that were strewn by the front door, beginning to walk out and onto the driveway. It must’ve begun sprinkling while they had been in Y/n’s room, feeling small droplets falling on their skin.

“Y/n, where are you going!”

“Away from you Marcus! Did it occur to you that maybe you’re not the only one who needs space!” She said walking into the street, she wasn’t sure where she was going, but she knew it was away from him. The boy that had hurt her deeply, after she tried and tried to help him. After she put him and his needs, and wants, before her very own.

As she stomped away from the boy, rain began to pelt down harder.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, okay! I’m an asshole! I don’t know what more you want from me!” He shouted over the rain.”That’s the problem, Marcus!” She shouted back, wiping her wet hair away from and out of her face. Marcus gazed at the girl, his eyebrows drawn in confusion.

“I- I love you, Marcus, so much!” She continued to yell over the rain, “I do everything and anything you want, to make you happy, to help you! But it’s like, you don’t even notice it, you don’t appreciate it! And fine, that’s okay, I can accept that because I love you! You ask for space, I give you space! I want space, and you can’t respect that! You- you climb through my window and invade my space! I would never speak to you again, Marcus, if that’s what you wanted, no matter how much it would pain me to do, I’d do it! I just- sometimes I think I love you too much for my own good! I love you more than I love myself! But, I don’t care! I just- I want to know that you love me, as much as I love you! That you truly missed me, my presence! Because, sometimes it feels like you don’t, Marcus!” She sniffled, her tears mixing with the rain, the pair shivering in the cold of the rain.

Marcus remained quiet as he took in his girlfriend's words.

“I-” Y/n’s voice was shaky and raspy, “I know you struggle with your depression and anxiety, and I know that I’ll never know what that’s like, and If I could I would take all that away, so you wouldn’t have to go through all that, Marcus! Believe me, I would do it, in a heartbeat, but I can’t.. So I’m here! Here when you need me! Here when you want me! Here when you don’t need me! It’s draining, Marcus! I’m- I’m so tired! This most recent state of yours, I couldn’t sleep because I was so worried about you! Because I always put myself before you! And it’s not your fault, I don’t want you to think that this is on you or your depression, because it’s not, it’s me! I can’t stop loving you! I- I can’t stop needing you! I can’t stop being there for you! I don’t even know who I am without you! I’m- I’m nothing… without you!” Y/n sobbed, her hands clasped against her head, frustrated with herself, teeth beginning to chatter.

Marcus couldn’t tell if the droplets on his face, were from tears or the rain, or both.

“Maybe, maybe, we’re not meant to be together Marcus, because this… it’s not healthy. I didn’t want to admit it but… I depend on you too much. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last before I fall asleep. You deserve someone, someone who’s not so clingy. Someone who can truly help you through your depression, who can help you stay afloat. Someone better than me.” Y/n spoke, her throat beginning to ache from all the shouting over the rain.

Marcus walked toward the girl, grasping her face in his hands, “I love you, Y/n. I love you with every fiber in my being, I- I would do anything for you, trust me. You don’t know how much you mean to me. And I’m- I’m so sorry I never showed you how much you mean to me, how much I appreciate you. I- I depend on you maybe even more than you depend on me because you’re right. You’re always there for me, and I love you so much for that. You hear me Y/n, I love you, so fucking much, and I’d be lost without you. I’m sorry I didn’t notice how exhausted you’ve been. I’m sorry for being such a dick. I’m sorry for not showing you how much I appreciate you, love you, missed you. You’re the one who deserves so much more Y/n. Because you are more than enough for me, you could have had any guy you wanted, but you chose me. I’m so grateful for that, and I’ll start showing you more, I promise.” He said caressing her face in his hands, as she sniffled.

“I love you, Y/n, and I swear to god, if you give me another chance, I’ll do better, I promise. Please, please don’t give up on us.” His voice broke, “ I know we may not have the most healthy relationship, but I don’t care. I love you, you love me, that’s all that matters. We can fix this, and continue to grow together and separately and still be together, please bub. I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that, I will never, never do that again. I’ll talk to you more about how I’m feeling, I’ll start seeing my therapist more often, I’ll do anything.” Marcus cried as the rain continued to pour down.

Y/n nodded, sniffles still coming from the girl.

Marcus pulled her into a tight hug, almost squeezing the life out of her, Y/n returning the tight embrace, clinging to him. Tears silently streamed down both their faces. The pair stood in silence under the rain which had slowed to a light drizzle. Marcus pulled away from the embrace after a few minutes. He gazed into Y/n’s eyes, which he loved so much and that returned the same fond gaze before pulling her into a kiss. They couldn’t remember the last time they’d kissed, let alone a kiss like this one filled with love and fervor. As the couple pulled away from the kiss gently, eyes catching a rainbow in the distance.

“I love you, Marcus Baker.” Y/n sniffled.

“I love you more, Y/n Y/l/n.” He grinned at the girl in his arms.

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A/N- I don’t really know how to feel about this… but anyways I probably didn’t depict depression properly because I don’t know what it’s like. But I hope I did somewhat okay? Also that anxiety thing, I just know that wouldn’t do shit for me. When I have panic attacks they just gotta happen and somehow I just eventually calm down, idk 😂

I don’t know why the ending keeps getting like cut off by tumblr somehow 😭

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cinnamontoastcrunch-15 · 5 months

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Tiny little wolfstar piece to try and get over my writers block.

"Moony..." Sirius started, stopping in front of Remus, who was sitting in James' back garden, book in one hand. At the sound of Sirius' voice, he glanced up, warm smile already in place. Sirius smiled back, dropping down next to him on the grass. "I, uh..." Anxiety waved over him, then. "I have something to tell you. Well, show you."

Remus' smile faded, like he could feel Sirius' nerves radiating off him. He probably could, Remus was the only one who would do that.

"What's going on, is everything okay?"

"Well, I- just... promise me you won't be angry." Remus laughed lightly, reaching out to grab Sirius' hand and squeezing it once.

"Oh God, what have you done?" He asked easily.

"It's... a long story."

A hint of a frown started to appear, then. Sirius knew he just needed to get on with it, but he was nervous! He honestly had no clue how Remus would react, but he had a feeling that Remus was started to overblow the situation in his head.

"Sirius-?"

"Not that it's bad! Well, I don't think it's bad, but I guess- you might think it's... I don't know."

"Love, you're rambling." Remus said gently, somehow calm through his panic. "Just tell me. Surely it can't be that bad, I mean... you haven't killed anyone, have you-?"

"I got a tattoo." Sirius said in a rush, eyes fixing on their joined hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Remus freeze. He was right, though. Just getting it out helped him get his head together, think. "Last week, when I went to visit Andy. Turns out she can do them, so I got one."

Remus nodded, encouraging Sirius to tear his eyes away from their joined hands and up to Remus' face. So far, so good, Remus had shot him a reassuring smile.

"If it makes you happy, then I'm happy." He answered with a shrug. Warmth shot through Sirius, but it wasn't over, he needed to know the rest.

"Let me just- I'll show you, hold on." Sirius added, pulling his hand from Remus' and lifting his sleeve. He flipped his right forearm and showed Remus the tattoo, watching in bated breath as Remus' eyes widened.

"Oh my god. You-"

Sirius turned to the static tattoo on his arm, a small, silhouetted wolf and dog, sat side by side, leaning against one another.

"Hold on, there's more." With that, he ran his fingertips gently over the two, watching as they sprung to life, the wolf chasing the dog up his arm and out of sight. After a few moments, they ran back down, before dropping to a stroll, walking together.

"Sirius..." Remus trailed off, shock laced through his voice, as Sirius let his eyes travel back to him. Sirius didn't expect there to be tears in his eyes. "You- why would you...?"

"Oh, fuck, Moony, I'm sorry. I didn't- I can- I didn't mean to upset you." Sirius exhaled quickly, running an anxious hand through his hair.

"That's permanent. It's on you forever. It's permanent, Padfoot." Remus breathed, stunned, eyes darting over Sirius' face.

"...I know." Sirius answered, a little perplexed.

"You- you got it put on your skin permanently." He said again, and Sirius was really confused, at this point.

"Yeah, I did."

"That's us. You got us tattooed. You and me." Sirius nodded.

"Are you okay?" Sirius asked, concerned.

Finally, after what seemed like years, Remus' eyes settled on Sirius'.

"...why?" Remus asked softly, eyes searching.

"...because I wanted to." Sirius said first, trying to find the words for a more substantial answer. "Because it's us. I love you, I wanted it to be there forever. For everyone to see, but only us to know, I guess." He finished calmly, with a shrug.

Remus blinked, clearly taken aback by the response, before finally, finally leaning in and kissing him.

"I love it." Remus murmured against Sirius lips. All of the tension finally dropped from his body, dropping his head onto Remus' shoulder as Remus, arm found its way around Sirius' waist.

"Oh, thank fuck." He said with a relieved sigh, drawing a laugh out of Remus. "Don't do that! You had me bloody terrified!"

"Sorry, love."

"No, don't be, I'm glad you like it." And then, "I was thinking we could get matching ones, next." He added with a sharp eyebrow raise and a grin.

#see i can still write #i think #wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

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rhoorl · 7 months

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Working Title | Chapter 13

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle

Rating: Mature, 18+, for the love of all things please don’t engage if you are a minor ok?

Word Count: ~8k

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 13 on AO3

Chapter Summary: We are back on set. Dieter also completes the second half of his photoshoot/interview.

Chapter Warnings: There’s some anxiety and angst in this chapter as well as allusions to intimacy issues.

A/N: I really struggled with this chapter for some reason, especially the end. I even employed Mr. Rhoorl to read parts of it. But with that being said, it is largely unbeta’d so any and all mistakes are on me even though I re-read this thing too many times.

You wake up a bit startled, realizing you had been too blissed out the night before to set an alarm. A glance at the clock makes you breathe a sigh of relief seeing it’s only 3 a.m.

Oh, thank God. Still have one more hour.

You turn back around to see Dieter fast asleep facing you. He looks so peaceful and it takes everything in you to resist the urge to thread your fingers through his hair and twirl his curls or kiss the little bare patch in his beard.

Images of what happened mere hours ago start to replay in your mind which makes you squirm, forcing you to press your thighs together to get some relief. You're trying hard to not wake Dieter up, but he must have sensed your rustling. He drapes his arm over your midsection, running his thumb up and down your back. His eyes are still closed but you can see the corners of his mouth turn up, so you shuffle a little closer to him.

“Hey,” his voice is raspy with sleep.

“Hi, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you whisper.

He opens his eyes and looks at you, bringing you in for a kiss. “It’s ok…shit! What time is it? Are you late?” He moves to get up but you push him back down.

“All good. I didn’t set an alarm ... my body just knows,” you laugh.

His hand moves down to cup and squeeze your ass, making you giggle. “So, how much time do we have before you have to leave?”

“Hmm…let’s see,” you turn your head to look at the clock. “A little less than an hour.” You grab your phone to double-check that you didn’t get a last-minute message from Meredith telling you to come in earlier. You did, however, catch a text from Indy. All she sent was a gif of the Minions celebrating and shouting, which makes you laugh.

“What is it?” Dieter comes up behind you, playing the role of big spoon as he nuzzles your neck.

“I think Indy may have heard us last night,” you giggle.

“Good,” you can practically hear his smirk as he kisses your neck.

You both lay there and cuddle for a bit, basking in the heat radiating off of Dieter's body while you trace the outline of the triangle tattoo on his forearm.

“You are like a furnace.”

“Well, you’re an icicle,” he laughs. “Glad I’m around to warm you up, but this thing is kind of hindering my skin-on-skin contact,” he tugs at the bottom of your top.

You turn your head to look at him and roll your eyes playfully as you take your top off, thankful that the bed sheets were providing some cover. He presses up even closer to you, your back feeling his firm chest as he breathes.

The hand resting on your stomach moves up to cup one of your breasts, slowly teasing your nipple as he starts to kiss the spot under your ear he recently discovered was very sensitive. You whimper and feel his cock twitch and get harder.

You wanted nothing more than to abandon all your insecurities and tell him to fuck you. But there was still something holding you back. It seemed silly really when you were pressed up against each other half-naked, having already shared some intimate moments. But deep down, you were scared to give him all of you. You were trying to live in the moment and not think ahead, but is there something here or is this just a fling? You don’t know how you’d deal with the latter since you were already developing feelings for Dieter you’ve never felt before.

Ever the sweetheart, Dieter doesn’t initiate anything further without checking in with you. He sees your face scrunched in thought.

“Hey, what’s going on in there?” He kisses your temple.

“Sorry…I…” you move so your back is flat against the bed and look up at him. “I want to…do more with you, but I just…”

“Belle,” he says with a bit firmer of a tone than you’ve heard from him. He sits up, the covers pooling around his waist. “Baby, we don’t have to jump into anything right away. I don’t want you to stress out thinking you, we, have to do things in a certain…sequence. Do…do you wanna have sex with me? Sometime?” he looks nervous as he asks, rubbing the back of his neck. You nod and his face softens. “Good, cuz I wanna have sex with you, I think about it quite a lot actually,” he chuckles, coming back down next to you cupping the side of your face as you turn to him. “But I want you to be comfortable with it, to be comfortable with me…”

“I’m comfortable with you, it’s honestly not you at all, it’s…me…”

He stops you before you start to ramble and kisses you. You spend a few minutes making out, trying to let your bodies express what words couldn’t. Suddenly he pauses and looks up at the clock, quickly getting out of bed to grab his shorts, pulling them on low across his hips.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back… stay here,” he smiles, giving the top of your head a peck as he scampers out of the room.

You fall back into your pillows, smiling as you watch him walk out and close the door most of the way behind him. After a few moments, you decide to get up, grab your robe, and head to the closet to pick out your clothes. It was going to be a pretty long day on set, so you needed something comfortable. You were going to be splitting your time between Indy and Sam who were simultaneously shooting scenes with separate crews. In the morning, Indy had an action scene and Sam had a walk and talk with Dieter.

Dieter didn’t want a morning to go by without the little routine you both had developed, so he rushed over to the kitchen to make some coffee.

As the coffee brews, he busies himself with finding two coffee mugs and a box of cookies. Behind him, he hears someone clear their throat. Spinning around he's met with Sam’s sleepy frame and messy hair as he rubs his eyes. The two men, both wearing just shorts, smirked at each other, clearly satisfied from the previous night.

“Hey, D”

“Hey man, wasn’t expecting to see anyone else up, much less you,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, well, I got a pretty convincing reason to come over last night and one thing led to another….same for you?”

“You can say that,” he winks at Sam. “These two seem to be trouble if they’re left alone.”

Both men laugh and then silently get to work fixing coffee for their respective ladies. Sam knew just how many sugar packets to grab and poured exactly the right amount of cream into Indy’s cup. Dieter tucks a box of cookies under his arm and walks back to your room, careful to not spill any coffee. He softly kicks open the door and sees the bathroom light on.

You hear him and come around the corner in your robe, your face lighting up when you see Dieter carrying coffee and some cookies. The domesticity of this small moment wasn’t lost on either of you. The whole morning so far seemed so natural, easy, and familiar.

“You made me coffee?” You grin from ear to ear, bouncing over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him.

“We have to start the morning off right,” he winks as you take the coffee cup from him.

“This was really sweet, thank you. I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick and then I’ll be out.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn't know. This is gonna get cold,” he nods to the cup.

“No, it’s ok,” you call from the bathroom as you turn the rainfall shower head on. “I’ll only be a minute since I'm not washing my hair!”

Dieter tries to think of something, anything, that isn’t the image of Belle naked in the shower. All he wanted was to barge in there and have his way with her, but he refrained. He wanted nothing more than for her to feel comfortable and safe around him, so he tried to be respectful even though his dick betrayed him nearly every step of the way.

Belle was true to her words and within minutes he heard the water stop and the shower door open, presumably for her to get a towel.

Looking won’t hurt anything, right?

His feet take over as he makes his way to the bathroom, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe just as she wraps the towel around herself, startling her a bit.

“Hi!” She tugs the towel a little tighter to tuck it in.

“Your coffee,” he smirks as he hands the lukewarm cup back over to her. “You sure you don’t want me to go heat it up for you?”

She rolls her eyes and takes a sip, “I’m fine. I’m used to drinking tepid coffee, I’ve actually grown quite fond of it. We don’t all have assistants who bring us hot cups of coffee whenever we want,” she smiles.

He sits on the side of the tub, watching her get ready as they talk about their schedules for the day. He’s in awe of her, how she retains so much information, and yet he has to rely on Danny and his phone to tell him where to go next.

“What time is your interview today?” she asks him as she finishes up the last of her coffee, coming to stand in between his legs and play with his hair as he hands her a cookie. “Should be after my first scene," he wraps his arms around her waist, hands resting on her ass. "Sounds like I’m gonna need to change real quick so Rob can get one more shot and then I’m chatting with Maria over lunch.”

“Nice!”

“Are you gonna be able to stop by?”

"You want me to?"

"Of course, I do, baby," his hands trail down her body to where the towel ends and start to creep up, making Belle giggle.

“I’ll try…shit, I gotta get dressed!”

In her rush to get dressed, she dropped her towel onto the bed and started to rummage through a drawer. Dieter's eyes roam every inch of her as he bites his bottom lip, remembering how she tasted and craving it again. He watches her put her bra on followed by her underwear, which he wants to take off with his teeth.

“Dieter?”

He snaps out of his trance, walking towards her, “Hmm?”

She smirks at him as she throws a dress over her head. “You seem distracted,” she teases.

“I wonder why that is hmm?” he wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her. "Especially since I'm gonna have to go the rest of the day knowing what's under your dress." He deepens the kiss as her hands thread through his hair, something he cannot get enough of.

An alarm from Belle's phone goes off.

“Guess, that’s my cue to go,” she pouts, twirling one of his curls along the nape of his neck.

“I should probably head out, I don’t want another awkward run-in with Sam,” he says as he throws his sweatshirt on.

“Wait, Sam is here?!” She whispers as the two head out of the room.

They stop in the living room, hearing a gasp followed by a moan coming from down the hallway, and cover their mouths to stifle their laughter. Neither of them says a word until they're safely in the hallway.

"Well, looks like there are going to be four satisfied people on set today," he teases as they slowly walk down the hall, holding her hand. He was in no rush to get back to his room and away from Belle.

"Satisfied, huh?"

He grabs her by the waist. "Mhmm, very. And I'm hoping that becomes…a…regular thing," he says between kisses.

"Yea? It was ok?"

Dieter steps back and playfully rolls his eyes and cradles her face with both hands. "Having my dick inside your mouth? Going down on you? Yeah, I’d say that was more than okay." They both laugh. "But seriously, baby, I lo- …ah…loved how you…ah…took some initiative, it was so hot. But my favorite part was that I got to wake up to you."

Belle pushes up on her tiptoes to kiss him, before moving to whisper in his ear, "Then we'll have to do it again." His breath hitched as she palm his dick through his shorts. "And I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a tease, but if I don't leave now Mare will be so mad."

"And we don't want that," he smirks. "I'll see you soon, baby."

And with one more passionate kiss, Belle makes her way down the hall to the elevator. She gives Dieter a little wave as the door closes and he rests his head against the wall to catch his breath.

Walking through the trailer you are greeted by Meredith and Brianna, the latter of which is dutifully prepping your station.

"Hey! How was yesterday?" Brianna looks over excitedly.

"It was awesome, Dieter looked great, with or without me,” you laugh. “And the place we went was beautiful, I want to go back there sometime," you smile before looking over at Meredith. "Thanks so much for letting me go, Mare. How were things around here?"

"Don't mention it, you did me a favor," she winks. "Things were quiet, only a few scenes. Today is gonna be a doozy though."

The three of you make quick work of prepping as the other stylists file in and get their stations ready. There's an excited buzz in the air.

Before the first call times, Meredith gathers everyone for a quick huddle to discuss the day since the crew was going to be split up. Right as she was ready to wrap up she made one final announcement.

"Ok, so at the end of the week, the resort is putting on a special luau for us all. Production is also taking the following day off so you can all let loose, unwind, and get a long weekend."

Excited murmurs fill up the trailer as everyone starts talking about what they're going to wear and their plans for their unexpected extra day off.

Indy is the first of the principal actors to come into the trailer that day and she was absolutely glowing. She was also carrying an iced coffee so you knew she had a good night and was in a great mood.

“Oh hey B,” she winks at you, sitting in your chair and pulling her hair out of her clip so you can start to brush it.

“Why hello sunshine, did you have a good start to your day?” you smirk at her in the mirror.

“Absolutely divine. And I'm betting you did too,” she smiles back.

With Brianna doing her skin prep, you start to work on her hair, putting in loose waves with a curling wand. You are just about done when you hear the door open and you know it was Dieter without seeing him. The atmosphere changed and your stomach got instant butterflies. You are in your own little world as you turn to look at him, not realizing that your hand is about to touch the hot barrel of the curling wand.

“Ah fuck!” you pull back, quickly unraveling Indy’s hair from the wand.

Indy turns around, “Babe are you ok?” She gets up and grabs her iced coffee, putting it to your hand. The coolness is a welcome relief.

“Shit bab-,” Dieter clears his throat, “Belle. Are you ok?” He lightly touches your shoulder, trying to look at your hand.

“Bravo, you’re here less than a minute and you're already distracting your girl,” Meredith smirks, playfully slapping Dieter on the chest.

Dieter straightens up and removes his hand from your shoulder, running it through his curls while blushing. Neither of you knows what to say and it feels like all eyes are on you. Before either of you can say anything, Aubrey walks through the door.

“Hey Mare, do you have a sec? Oh Dieter, perfect, wanted to talk to you too.”

The three of them go over to Meredith’s station to talk through Dieter’s look for the photo shoot and how they want to style him for the scenes today.

“Psst, you ok?” Indy whispers to you as you return to her hair and Brianna finishes up her makeup.

“Yea, I’m gonna need a Band-Aid or something, fuck this thing is gonna hurt later.”

“Did you and Dieter have the conversation? Are you his girlf- ow!”

You pull on her hair slightly to catch her eyes in the mirror, looking over at Brianna who is busying herself with cleaning off some brushes and pretending to not overhear your conversation.

“Can we talk about this later? I’m interested in your night too.”

“You got it, babe,” she winks, getting up and moving to the mirror to give herself one final look. “Amazing as always, I like what you did to my eyebrows Bri!”

The girl smiles and gives Indy a sheepish thanks.

As Indy steps around your chair to leave, Aubrey walks by. The two of them stare each other down, Aubrey giving a fake smile before she leaves, never having acknowledged you or anyone else in the trailer.

“She’s going to end up getting pushed into a pool, mark my fucking words,” Indy mutters to you as Brianna snorts.

Sam walks in as Indy is leaving, the two sharing a quick kiss before Indy heads to wardrobe.

“Hey doll, how’re you? What’s up D?” he calls over to Dieter who gives him a small nod as Meredith attempts to trim his mustache.

You make quick work of Sam’s hair, slicking it back in a neater style than what he normally wears. Just as you are finishing up, Dieter walks by giving your waist a squeeze and a wink in the mirror as he walks out.

“Things going well? He treatin’ ya ok?” You understand why Indy is obsessed with Sam’s low, Southern drawl. It's so soothing.

“He is, Sam. Very much.”

“Oh well, I have no doubt.” he winks. “I don’t wanna embarrass you darlin’, I didn’t hear anything. Now Indy on the other hand…” he chuckles. “But seriously, he does anything out of line you let me know ok?”

You smile, “I will Sam. You’re a sweetheart, you know that?” Your stomach grumbles loudly.

“I save it all for you. Hey, have you eaten today?”

You smack your hand to your head, “fuck, no. I got busy.”

“Well, when you’re done we’re going to craft services.”

You roll your eyes playfully at him in the mirror and make the last finishing touches. “Ok done, please try and not mess with your hair too much.”

“I got it, I’ll try.”

“Hey Mare, I’m gonna go grab something real quick to eat if that’s cool?” She nods over to you. “Bri you good? Wanna come?”

“Oh no, I’m good, I’ll get your on-set kit ready and I’ll bring it to you.”

“You rock, I’ll see you out there.”

Craft services had an impressive spread of goodies ranging from grab-and-go items to sandwiches to a tropical fruit display. You and Sam walk up and down to see all of the choices and he greets the woman standing behind one of the tables. She’s petite but sturdy with a sweet face.

“Kalani, this all looks amazing! Have you met my friend Belle? She’s Indy’s best friend.”

“Hi dear, nice to meet you,” she shakes your hand. “Sam is over here quite a lot so we’ve become fast friends,” she winks.

“She’s the bodyguard for all of the delicious snacks. Do you have those…um, what were they called again?”

The woman chuckles, “Masaladas, Sam. And here, I saved a few for you. Those stuntmen were going to take them all!”

“Ah, I love you! Have you had one of these before?” He points to a small plate with little fried dough pieces.

“No, I can’t say I have, what are they?”

“Oh I made them myself,” Kalani says proudly. “They’re like a donut, I’d say. There are some plain ones, but I saved a couple of the filled ones for Sam.”

“Well, which one is your favorite? That’s the one I want to try first,” you smile at her.

“Ah, I’m a little biased because I think they’re all great,” she giggles. “But, I think the haupia-filled ones are good to start with.” She picks up one of the fluffy treats with a napkin and hands it to you, eager for you to take a bite.

“Ooo ok. I was going to ask you what’s in it, but I’m just going to go for it,” you wink. Sam grabs two and starts digging in. Sinking your teeth in, you are greeted by a rich, smooth, velvety custard that has hints of coconut. It’s not too sweet and you wish you had a coffee. “Oh my goodness,” you were relishing the delicious flavor. “This is like one of the best things I’ve ever had.”

“What’s that?” you hear a low voice behind you and you instantly feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“Um, these are … I’m so sorry, what are they again?” You look to Kalani to bail you out since you were rendered a bit speechless at the sight of Dieter.

He was dressed for his scene with Sam — black slacks and a crisp white button down, the shirt was holding on for dear life as it spanned his broad shoulders. He had a black tie with green and gold stripes and the top button of his shirt was undone. What really threw you for a loop was the gun holster he was wearing along with the handcuffs hanging from his belt which made you gulp.

“Masaladas. They’re like a donut, very popular here on the islands. I made them myself.”

“Oh nice, well then I definitely have to try one,” he smiles as the woman blushes. He grabs one from her and starts to eat it, your eyes trying to avoid staring at his mouth but he doesn’t help things when he wipes his thumb on his bottom lip catching some crumbs. “Wow, these are amazing!”

“What’re those? Donuts?” you hear Aubrey behind you, rolling your eyes as you keep your back to her.

You glance over and see her holding Dieter’s suit jacket in her hand.

“They’re very similar to donuts,” Kalani had a more pointed tone with her.

“Oh well, none for me! Gotta keep in bikini shape. We should go check out the beach sometime, Dee,” she touches his arm.

You ball your fist, your fingernails digging into your hand, no doubt leaving a mark. Aubrey is deliberately trying to fuck with you and all you want to do is dropkick her right there.

Dieter gives her a confused look and shakes his head, moving to wrap his arm around your waist.

“Belle, I think I could use a touch-up. Think you could take care of that for me?"

Aubrey huffs away towards the set as Sam stifles a laugh.

“She’s…what’s the word Indy used? Oh yeah, thirsty.” Sam smirks as you all laugh.

The scene between the boys was over relatively quickly, they only needed a few takes. Once they wrap the scene you collect your things and start making your way to Indy and the team on the other set.

“Hey Belle, wait up,” you hear Dieter’s voice behind you as he rushes to catch up to you.

“Hey, you did great,” you smile as he rests one hand on your hip, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“Thanks, baby. How’s your hand?” He lifts it up to inspect it, kissing your palm.

“It’s ok, I’ve honestly done worse,” you laugh, feeling warm at how tenderly his lips touch your skin.

“You headed over to see Indy now?”

“Yeah, I’ll try and make it back, we’ll have to see how it goes.”

“I get it, I just want to do something before you go,” he leans down and kisses you.

You blush and tuck some hair behind your ear, before clearing your throat and looking up at him through your eyelashes. “You’re making it hard to walk away right now.”

“Good. I wish we had more time so you could, uh…come and see my trailer.”

“See your trailer, huh?” He puts his other hand at your waist, bringing you in closer. “Now why would I need to do that?” You smirk, basking in this public, flirty banter.

He leans down and whispers in your ear, “Don’t start something you can’t finish baby, I may have to haul you over there and show you.”

The gravel in his voice has you practically dripping as you feel his hot breath on your ear.

Pulling slightly on his tie, you lean in and whisper in his ear, “You are a menace, Mr. Bravo,” before turning on your heel and walking away, leaving him licking his bottom lip as he watches you head to the other set.

Indy was mid-conversation with the stunt coordinator Jay when you walked up. She seemed a bit upset, so you were on high alert.

“Well, just do it the way I said and you won’t get hurt,” Jay says before he walks away, throwing his arms in the air.

Turning to watch him leave you look back at Indy who has her arms crossed in front of her chest, chewing on her nail. “What the fuck is his problem?”

“He’s a diva. We practiced this choreography for weeks and now he’s changing all of it last minute. I’m nervous I’m going to fuck it up.” Indy moves to chewing on her bottom lip as you hand her the fidget spinner you always keep in your bag.

“These stunt guys are pros, I know you’re in good hands, Ind!”

The first couple of takes are a bit rough, but once Indy gets the hang of it she really gets into character. You are amazed at how she can compartmentalize her anxiety and become an entirely different person.

Buzz

You look down at your phone, smiling when you see a message from Dieter.

Dieter: I need your help with something. And it’s legit too I’m not trying to be horny.

You smirk, wondering what this could be about.

Belle: I’m intrigued…

Dieter: Should I wear my glasses for the shoot? Would it make me look too old?

He sent you a selfie, one eyebrow raised, the opposite eye squinted closed as he purses his lips. Even though it’s a goofy photo he still looks so cute. He had on a pair of glasses with thick black frames.

Belle: No! I think you look cute 😘

Dieter: Cute?

Belle: Ok, well I was going to use a different word

Dieter: Now I’m the one who is intrigued…

Belle: I like it when you wear your glasses.

Dieter: What do you like about it?

You shake your head, smiling at your phone.

“Hey! Hey, earth to makeup, can we get some touch-ups?” One of the production guys snaps his fingers at you to get your attention.

You cut your eyes to him and don’t say anything as you take your time walking over to Indy.

“That guy’s a real fuckwad. What’s with this crew, they are no fun.” Indy whispers as you take a blotting sheet to her forehead and follow it up with some powder.

“Yeah, I know. Typical though, you know how it is.”

You both give each other a knowing look before you walk out of frame.

Indy wraps up her scene and heads back to the main set area with you. She’s done for the day and is going to tag along to watch Dieter’s photoshoot.

As you walk up to where Rob is getting set up you see Dieter getting touched up by Meredith while Aubrey finishes steaming his jacket. Seeing him almost takes your breath away. His hair was exquisitely coiffed in a cascade of messy curls which still managed to have some structure. There was order in the disorder of what Meredith created and it was beautiful. He had on a pair of dark wash jeans, black boots, a simple white t-shirt, and the glasses from the selfie he sent you.

He was laughing and talking to Meredith when his eyes drifted over, seeing you. The smile he gave you made the butterflies return. You have to pinch yourself a bit that he is even real and that he is looking at you in this way. When you think of him, you have feelings you haven't ever felt about a man.

Do I lo-, no stop it, it’s been like less than a week.

The sweet feelings are suddenly replaced with lust as your eyes trail down to see the way his hand grips his cell phone. You remember the way his hands roamed over your body last night, the combination of tender care and a little possessiveness. You don’t even realize that you’re looking at him and biting your lip as he looks you up and down.

“Psst, cool it with the eye fucking,” Indy whispers.

You clear your throat and straighten up, smoothing your dress to try and find something to do with your hands. Dieter smirks at your flustered state and returns to talking to Meredith. When she gets the last of her final touches done she steps back from him so Aubrey can hand him his jacket. She takes a lint roller to his jacket once it’s on, finding your eyes as she moves the roller along his broad shoulders.

“We good to get started? Didn’t realize we were going to have such a crowd,” Rob snickers, looking over at you and Indy.

“I think we’re all good,” you hear someone say behind you, turning to see Liz giving Rob a tight-lipped smile. “Hey girls,” she turns to you both and smiles.

“Hi Liz, w-we can go. I just wanted to see what Meredith decided to do, and I-”

“It’s totally fine for you to be here,” Liz cuts you off. “Don’t let him,” she nods to Rob, “let you think you shouldn’t be here. Dee wants you here. Plus, he seems to be a lot calmer and relaxed when you’re around so for my sanity I would like you here,” she laughs.

Meredith, Aubrey, and Danny join you all as you stand behind a set of monitors. Dieter is alone in front of Rob, two large lights keep flashing on either side of him. He goes through a variety of simple poses, putting his hands in his pockets, crossing his arms, and looking at the camera head-on. He laughs for some shots and is serious in others. You could see some of the initial proofs on the monitor and you don’t envy Rob for having to choose which shot to ultimately go with. Dieter looks so handsome in them all.

The day was starting to catch up with you and you realized it’s been a while since you’ve gone to the bathroom and you were about to burst.

“Hey, I’m gonna go pee, I’ll be right back,” you whisper to Indy who gives you a nod.

As you walk out of the restroom you nearly collide with someone.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see yo-...Oh, hi! You’re Belle?”

It was Maria, the reporter you saw at yesterday’s shoot. You introduce yourself with your real name, “Belle is just a nickname,” you laugh.

“Well, it’s nice to meet Dieter’s latest flavor of the week,” she knocks your shoulder with hers as you both walk back to set.

“W-what?” you furrow your brow, a bit confused at what she’s implying.

“Oh, nothing. I’m sure you’ve followed his career over the years dear … never really sticking with one thing too long, even his sobriety,” she says lower so the others can’t hear. "Are you two exclusive? That's not usually how he rolls, you know."

“I. Uh, I…”

“Hey, Maria. Can I help you with something?” Liz cuts in, giving you an apologetic look and ushering Maria away.

“You ok?” Indy is by your side quickly and you recount the quick, but bizarre encounter. “Well, she can get a one-way ticket to Fuck Off Mountain. I see the way he looks at you, the way you look at him. This isn’t a temporary thing.”

Suddenly this sense of panic starts to wash over you. Were you really just a temporary thing? What if you weren’t enough for Dieter, or what he really wanted? You were so different from what his “type” had been over the years. What if this didn’t work out? What even is this between the two of you?

It was becoming harder and harder to breathe, you felt like you couldn’t take a full breath which makes you even more anxious. You want to sprint away, hide, scream, and cry all at the same time.

Dieter was still in front of the camera, but you know he would be able to read your face if he caught a glimpse of you, so you have to leave.

“I need to get out of here,” you whisper to Indy.

She takes one look at you and grabs you by the arm, “C’mon, let’s go to my trailer, get you some water. Have you eaten today?”

You shake your head, “I had a malasada earlier with Sam but that’s it.”

Indy sighs and rubs your back as you both quickly walk to her trailer. She pulls out her phone with her other hand and sends a voice note to Ari to bring some lunch to her trailer.

“The malasada you had, tell me about it, how’d it taste? It’s what Kalani brings, right?”

You know what Indy is doing, trying to take your mind off of things and focus on something else. The panic stays at bay as you humor her and talk through the textures and flavors of the treat.

The two of you reach her trailer, a place of safety where you finally let out the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. Indy doesn’t say anything as you sit on the bed, your elbows on your knees as you breathe.

“What if I’m not good enough,” you finally whisper.

“Excuse me?” you look up to see Indy staring at you dumbfounded. “B, you know I love you and I’ll support you through whatever but sometimes you need some tough love,” she crouches down in front of you. “How could you say you aren’t good enough?”

“Well, I don’t have a great track record,” you mutter, starting at the floor.

“Dieter isn’t Ryan. Don’t do this self-sabotage shit, you know it doesn’t go well. Besides what Ryan did to you all of those years, it had nothing to do with you. That was all him.”

You sigh, knowing she’s right.

Dieter felt like he was on top of the world having his girl there to watch him. Although he wasn’t as vain as other actors, he still knew he looked good, especially today. He made a mental note to tell Meredith to do his hair like this again sometime after he saw the way Belle’s eyes widened at the sight of him.

Flash. Snap. Flash. Snap.

The lights are blinding. Everyone huddled by the monitor looks like one big blob, but he can still pick out Belle among them.

“Ok Dee, let’s try a few this way,” Rob directs him in a few different poses.

Flash. Snap. Flash. Snap.

“Looking great, Dee, a few this way. Gimme that look you know makes the panties drop,” Rob laughs.

Flash. Snap. Flash. Snap.

Dieter looks over and can’t immediately pick out Belle anymore.

Flash. Snap. Flash. Snap.

Rob goes through some standard poses and Dieter obliges.

“Alright, I think we’re good for now. Good job man,” he reaches out to shake Dieter’s hand.

“Thanks, good working with you Rob,” Dieter gives a polite but stiff smile.

Aubrey swoops in to grab the jacket off of Dieter before he stops her and does it himself. “Great job, Dee. These photos are going to be so hot,” she winks.

“Thanks,” he looks past her and realizes that Belle and Indy are both gone. Assuming she had to go get Indy ready for another scene, Dieter calms down a bit.

“I need to talk to you,” Liz bounces over, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to a corner.

“I know I look good, Liz, but now’s not the time,” he smirks.

She rolls her eyes. “Seriously Dee, it’s about Belle.” He immediately straightens up. “She’s ok, well, physically I think…I guess…I.” She stops and takes a deep breath to collect herself. “I’m pretty sure Maria intercepted her on the way back from the bathroom. Now, I have no idea what the fuck she told Belle, but she came back white as a ghost.”

“Fuuuck.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, where is she?” Dieter pulls out his phone, firing off a text. “What the fuck, Lizzie. What could Maria have possibly said.”

“I don’t know, but we have to be on high alert right now while we go to the interview. I feel like she’s going to drop some bullshit question on you. So just, try and breathe and not fly off the handle, ok?”

Dieter drops his chin, looking up at Liz with a skeptical look. “You and I both know that’s not going to happen.”

The interview with Maria was a bit tense. Dieter wasn’t being rude, or at least as rude as Liz knew he could be, but he wasn’t his usual warm, affable self. Maria sensed his shift in demeanor and kept her questions very high level about the show and even asked about Indy and Sam. Liz held her breath each time Maria opened her mouth to ask a question, nervous about the direction she would go in.

“Ok, so we’re just about done, I hope I can ask a couple of more questions…off the record.” She switches off her recorder and closes her notebook.

Dieter furrows his brow, “What, do I know some classified information or something?” He chuckles looking over to Liz who sat up in her seat.

“Ha, funny. No, I believe you’re coming up on five years in your latest sobriety journey. How does that feel?”

“Oh ah, good. I’m not proud of a lot of things I’ve done in my life, but this is something I’m proud of. I feel a lot…clearer, more honest in my interactions with people.”

“Do you think it’ll stick this time?”

Dieter is taken aback, cocking his head to the side and before he can retort, Liz jumps to his aid, “What the fuck, Maria. What kind of question is that? I think we’re done here, Dee.” She motions for him to stand up as he sits frozen in his seat staring off into the distance.

“Just curious, I know your fans are proud of you Dieter. I would hate for anything or anyone to knock you off your path is all.”

“What are you getting at?” he hisses through clenched teeth, trying his hardest to not lose his shit as he feels Liz’s hand on his shoulder.

Maria holds up her hands in surrender, “Oh nothing Dieter. Just, you seem really smitten with that young lady…the makeup artist? Does she know about your past? Would be a shame for her to get spooked and want to run is all.”

“She’s none of your business,” he points a finger at her but still keeps his tone eerily calm. “We’re done here.” He looks directly at Liz and turns on his heel, grabbing his phone.

“Thank you, Ari,” you manage a smile as you sip on some soup she brought.

When Ari received a voice note from Indy to bring some lunch she wasn’t quite sure what to do so she brought a variety of items along. You didn’t have much of an appetite, you could go long periods without eating. But, you decided to humor Indy since she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Soup seemed like the easiest option since it required the least amount of effort to eat.

“Your phone is blowing up.”

“Oh shit.” You open up your phone to see a couple of missed calls from Dieter along with a series of texts from him growing more and more frantic as you didn’t respond.

You hear three quick knocks on the door to Indy’s trailer. She gets up to open it, “Hey Dee, yeah she’s back here.”

Indy moves aside to let Dieter walk into the trailer and he’s crouching down in front of you within seconds, his hands cupping your face. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you,” he tries to smile, but he looks panicked, almost scared to see your reaction.

“Hey, s-sorry I left I-”

“Hey Ari, why don’t we wait outside,” Indy interrupts to give you and Dieter some privacy.

You look up to see Indy give you an encouraging smile as she closes the door. You turn to look at Dieter as his big brown puppy dog eyes scan your face.

“I’m sorry I left baby, I, I got … I felt like I was having a panic attack and I don’t know why,” you look up and see his face soften at the term of endearment you used. “I hadn’t really eaten today so that never really helps my mood and then … I don’t know it was a quick spiral.”

“Hey, it’s ok,” he rubs his thumb along your cheekbone, which you lean into. “Did Maria say something out of line? I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

“Dieter, I…I…"

You lunge forward and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him like he was going to blow away. He’s caught by surprise, but you feel his arms come around your lower back, matching the pressure you’re exerting on your embrace.

The two of you stay like this for a moment, neither one sure what to say next. You nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck, breathing in the clean, citrusy smell of whatever combination of hair products Meredith used.

“Look, Belle, I know I don’t have the best history. Hell, you probably know a lot more about my past than I realize. I'm not oblivious to the fact that I’ve been in the public eye for the last 20 years. But I don’t want people filling your head with thoughts and ideas of who I used to be.”

“I know about the drugs, Dieter. That doesn’t bother me.”

“That’s not all of it.”

“I know you’ve been pretty uh…that you're pretty um, experienced.”

He shifts to sit next to you, turning so he’s facing you with one leg bent and resting on the bed. “Look,” he grabs your hands and can’t meet your eyes at first before he finally takes a deep breath and looks at you. “I’ve done some bad shit over the years. I can sit here and rationalize it away saying I was young and dumb or having a moment of weakness or, hell, blame it on the drugs. After a while, I started to wonder if it was…me. If I'm just a bad person.” He bites his lower lip as he takes another deep breath.

“What kind of bad things?” You were almost scared to ask.

“I’ve…uh, I haven’t always been the most faithful in the past,” your breath hitches, "it was a long time ago, but it still doesn’t excuse it. I know that's probably a giant fucking red flag because of your ex but I don’t want you thinking I would ever ever do anything like that to you. I'm in such a better place now but I just keep getting judged on my past. I know everyone thinks I'm not capable of staying clean or having a healthy, stable relationship, but I want to keep trying."

You swallow hard, trying to keep the panic at bay.

“Can you say something?” He asks with tears welling in his eyes.

“I…I don’t know what to say.” Suddenly your trepidation was realized. As sweet as Dieter has been, this part about his past makes you nervous given your history and insecurities.

“Look, I don’t want to freak you out and tell you that I love you,” your mouth goes dry as he says this. “But I am falling in love with you, and I can’t stop it. Hell, I've done more than fall. I’ve tumbled and am rolling down the hill," he gives a small chuckle. "And I know you feel it, this…us…too. When I kiss you, it's better than any high I've ever experienced in my life. And the way you look at me sometimes? Makes me feel like I'm fucking invincible. I just don’t want you to give up on me and leave.”

This all felt heavier than you were anticipating. You didn't think you'd be confessing your feelings to each other so soon, and frankly, you were in awe of Dieter's words. He was being so transparent and raw, so you wanted to try and let him in a bit.

“I care about you a lot Dieter,” you finally break the silence, but unable to meet his eyes. "And I'm not going to lie and say that I'm even more scared now of…this. Of us. What are we even?"

"Look, I'm not the best at relationships, but I want to try…you make me want to even though I'm scared."

"You're scared?" Now you meet his eyes.

"Fuck yes. How could I not be? You're beautiful, smart, funny, and so fucking good at what you do. You're brilliant and talented. And I just have all of this…darkness…in my past. I know I'm a lot, I come on too strong, but I don't want you to realize what a fuck up I've been and walk away."

You grab his face with your hands, stroking his stubble. "How can you think this way about yourself? You've made so much progress over the last few years. I obviously didn't know you then, but I want you to know how proud of you I am," he gave a half smile. "I care about you a lot, Dieter. You're really special to me too. What scares me isn't you, it's me. I'm not cut out for this, for you. And I'm not trying to think too far ahead but if this just ends here in Hawaii, I'm not sure how I'd…go about life without you."

“Well, I think it may be a little late for that. I can’t turn back, not now.” He grabs your hand as you look in his eyes. "You know earlier when Meredith called you my girl? That made me feel so…important. What we have is…I don't wanna fuck it up."

"I feel the same," you smile as you see his eyes light up. "It might take me a little more time, but I want this, I want…us. But if having a label freaks you out…"

He cuts you off with a kiss before getting up to lock the door.

“Seems like we both like to overthink shit," he smiles. "Let’s not think for a bit and just enjoy this.”

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A/N: So fun fact, on my last trip to Kauai I discovered masaladas and became obsessed with them. Writing this chapter made me Google where I can find some close to me. Also, did I make Dieter look like Tim Rockford on purpose for his scene with Sam? Yes. Yes, I did and I hope you enjoyed that visual.

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Burning Rubber

Chapter Ten

F1 Masterlist

Burning Rubber Masterlist

Word Count: 3,199

Summary: It's a big day for Lando and Azha

Warnings: anxiety, fluff, outrageous amount of fluff, mentions of smut but no smut, confessions

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Azha’s POV

Waking up the next day I feel warmth next to me. Turning my head I see that it was Lando, he laid on his stomach with his arm draped over my waist. I reached for my phone and seen it was close to 9:30 in the morning. I opened the groupchat I had with the girls. I had to tell them about last night. I giggled at their reactions after telling them about the kiss. It still didn’t feel real. I continued to text the girls until I felt Lando begin to stir. He pulled me closer and laid his head on my chest. I locked my phone, setting it beside me and ran my fingers through his hair, “Good morning.” He mumbled. I felt my heart stutter hearing his morning voice. “Good morning, how’d you sleep?” I questioned as I felt him begin to draw random shapes on my hip. “I think that was the best sleep I’ve had in a while. Did you sleep any better?” He replied. I nodded, “Yeah I did, thank you for staying.” I say. He looks up at me resting his chin on his hand. I lift my eyebrow questioning him. “Just admiring how beautiful you are.” He whispered. I rolled my eyes and smiled, “God you’re so cheesy.” I replied as he laughed.

After laying in bed just talking and relaxing, Lando said he had plans for us today. He went back to his room to get ready and told me to be ready by 11. Hopping out of the shower and changing, I walk downstairs into the living room. “Close your eyes.” I hear behind me. Smiling, I close my eyes and turn towards where the voice came from. I feel something being placed into my hands. “Okay open.” I gasped seeing the different shades of orange roses in the bouquet. I look back up at Lando, “What are these for?” I whisper. He smiles, “Do I need a reason to give a pretty girl some flowers?” I move towards him and hug him. “You ready to go?” He asked as we pulled away. I nodded as he led me to the door, “Great cause your ride is here.” He replied, opening the door. I looked at him in confusion, “My ride? I thought we were doing stuff today.” I asked. “We do but I know how much you’ve missed being around the girls so go have a girls day, our plans are later.” He said helping me walk to the car.

Giana, Keyani, Liana, and I had finished our brunch and were now headed to get our nails done. “Guys what is this really for?” I ask as we sit in the spa chairs getting our pedicures. Giana turns to look at me, “What do you mean? We always get our nails done every time we have a girls day?” I shake my head, “You’re all acting funny.” I say. “Don’t think too much into it, we missed you and you need to give us all the juicy details of last night.” Giana said. “All we did was kiss, I mean as much I really want us to go further we can’t because of my leg. But best believe I would’ve climbed him like a tree.” I replied as they all started laughing.

Third Person POV

Lando had loaded all the materials he needed for tonight into Ja Khel’s suburban that he had borrowed. “Mate calm down, it’s not even close to time and I can taste the anxiety radiating off of you.” Max said to his friend as the others nodded. Lando smiled sheepishly, “I know but I just want it to be perfect. She deserves it to be perfect.” “I don’t even think you were this whipped when you were with Luisihna.” Kika spoke up. That made Lando think, he hadn’t felt the feelings that Azha made him feel when he was with Luisihna. Yes he loved Luisihna but with Azha he felt something deeper than love. Soon enough they arrived at the park and had begun to set up everything for tonight. Lando couldn’t wait to finally ask Azha to be his.

Azha’s POV

“I swear those ladies always treat us so well, I could’ve fallen asleep while they were doing my feet.” Liana said as we drove back to my place. I hummed in agreement and checked my phone, seeing notifications from fans. That one gossip page continues to tag me in things somehow they had gotten a picture of the girls and I at our nail salon. Sighing I look out the window, I need a nap or something. Hopefully Lando’s plans for us aren’t until later tonight. We pull into the driveway and I say goodbye to the girls before getting out and heading into the house. “Lando?” I call out into the quiet house. Receiving no reply I decided to head to my room to take a nap. I’m sure he’ll wake me up when he gets back from wherever he went.

“Azha, come on, it's time to wake up. You wouldn’t want to miss our plans would you?” I hear a voice whisper and a hand rubbing my back. I groan and turn over to face the voice, “You’re lucky Norris that I had a light breakfast and that I’m starving or else I would stay asleep.” I muttered sitting up. He smirked, “I guess I will just have to ask someone else to come try this new spot I found then.” I glared at him, “You wouldn’t dare.” “Go get ready, I’ll meet you downstairs when it’s time to go. Wear that.” He said standing up and pointing to the bag sitting on the end of my bed. I raised my eyebrow, so he went shopping while I was gone. I grab the bag and head to the bathroom to take a quick shower and redo my makeup. Finishing my routine I open the bag. It was a beautiful little black dress. Nothing too fancy but definitely not casual. It was sexy. I slip into the dress and look in the mirror, it fits perfectly. It gripped in all the right places, accentuating my curves. How the hell did he know my size? I shake my head taking one last look before walking back into my room to pick out some heels.

I grabbed my clutch, slipping my phone, id, and lipgloss in before heading downstairs where Lando was waiting. Hearing my heels click against the marble stairs Lando turns and his mouth drops in awe. I smile bashfully as he reaches his hand out for mine to help me descend the last few stairs. Once I stand in front of him he doesn’t let go of my hand instead he lifts our hands and spins me slowly. “You look…Wow. Every word meaning beautiful or equal to it.” His voice trailed off. I blushed, “Thank you, you look handsome as well.” I replied and he began to blush. “Let’s get going.” He said as we walked out and I gasped seeing the car parked in the driveway, “Is that a McLaren 765LT Spider?” I asked while looking back at him. “I had it brought here from Monaco.” He said as we walked to the car. “No way, it’s yours?!” I asked as he lifted the door and helped me in. He nodded before closing the door and rushing to the drivers side and climbing in. I looked at him, my eyes shining. “No you can’t drive it.” He said knowing what I was going to ask. “Who said I was going to ask that?’ I asked defensively. He shook his head as he started the car. I smiled hearing the engine purr, “Maybe I was going to ask for another kiss like last night but it’s okay I’m sure you can wait.” I teased.

His head snapped towards me, “Oh you play a dirty game. Come here sweetheart.” He said as his hand came up to rest on my jaw pulling me towards him. I could feel him smile into the kiss but before it could carry on into something more he pulled away. My eyes stayed trained on his lips and his tongue darted out to wet his lips again. “We gotta get going.” He whispered. My mind was flooded with many thoughts but all of them had one thing in common; him. I sighed and nodded, “Okay let’s go Norris, show me what you had planned for tonight.” He looked at me once more before we pulled out of the driveway.

We first went to this cute little spot that sold all types of desserts, we got these kabobs that had strawberries, brownies, and cheesecake. I went to take a strawberry off the stick but my hand was smacked away. “Hands off, we’ll eat those at our next stop.” He said as we pulled off onto the highway. I pouted and looked out the window. Soon enough we pulled into a parking lot. I went to open my door after Lando got out until I heard a shout and the door closed. Lando then opened the door and reached for my hand and our dessert tray, “You don’t open the door when I’m around, just sit there and look pretty. I’ll do the rest.” He spoke as we walked towards the entrance. I hadn’t really looked around until then, we were at Cerritos Bahia Marina. Lando led me to this beautiful boat. “Here’s your surprise.” He said as he helped me step onto the boat. We walked to the top deck and sat down at a little impromptu table. “Wait, who's driving this?” I questioned as he placed the desserts and a bottle of wine on the table. He smiled, “Don’t worry we have a driver, just enjoy the ride.”

After eating and talking about everything in life we stood at the front of the boat as the sun began to set. “I can’t believe you remember me talking about always wanting to watch the sunset and look at the stars on a boat.” I whispered as I leaned into his embrace. His arms squeezed around me before letting go, “I always remember darling, even when you don’t think I’m paying attention.” he said. I rested my head on his shoulder as the sun went down below the horizon. “Thank you for letting me do this for you.” He said. I looked up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck letting my fingers play with his hair. “I should be the one thanking you. So thank you for this. It really means a lot Lando, and it was really sweet.” I say as he moves his hands to my hips. “Sweeter than those kebabs?” I leaned in towards him, “I’m not sure but I know something that’s definitely sweeter than both.” I whispered. He began to lean in as well, “And what would that be?” I smirked and pulled him down towards me. Sighing as our lips connected. We pulled away after a few seconds smiling at each other. “You ready to go?” he asked as the boat was parked back at the marina. I nodded and grabbed his hand as we headed back to his car.

Driving down the highway I felt Lando place his hand on my thigh. I smile and place my hand on top of his and go back to looking out the window. “Did you get lost again? This isn’t the way back to the house.” I spoke up after a few minutes. “Just taking the scenic route.” He replied. I noticed we pulled up to a park, “Looking at the stars?” I asked him as he turned off the car. “Yeah something like that.” he replied as he got out and walked over to help me out. “Okay I need you to close your eyes.” He said. I turned and looked at him, “Lando I already have an injured leg, I’m not trying to have a broken neck.” He rolled his eyes and smiled, “I can guide you, you muppet. Or would you rather I carry you?” He said. I glared at him, “Okay fine guide me but if you make me fall we’re going to have an issue.” I say before closing my eyes and grabbing his hands.

After what I assumed was a few minutes of walking we finally stopped and Lando turned me. “Don’t open them yet.” I heard him say. “If you’re pulling a prank by leaving me here I will make sure you won’t be able to drive next season Norris, I swear to God.” I declared. I felt something being placed into my hands and then I heard music playing softly, I recognized the lyrics. It was ‘I Can Love You Like That’ by All-4-One. I felt my heart begin to hammer in my ribcage. “Okay open your eyes darling.” I heard him say. Opening them I was greeted by little lights lining the ground up to where Lando stood and a sign light to the left of him. I gasped reading what the sign read, ‘Be my GF’ and a pink heart light sign. I remembered I was holding something in my hands, looking down I see it’s a bigger bouquet of roses. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I looked back at Lando.

“Before you say anything I have to get this off my chest.” He said. I nodded trying to contain myself. “Azha when I first met you I knew you were meant to change my life, I just didn’t know in what way. But as I had grown to know you, the real you, you had started to become a major part of my life. You showed me a different side to life while also showing me a slice of your life. I don’t have to be ‘Lando the F1 Driver’ around you. I can be myself without judgment.” He paused and took a breath before continuing, “When you had your wreck it felt like my world had stopped spinning. Those days before when we didn’t talk seemed like years of hell. Losing you became my number one fear. Not crashing during a race, failing myself and my family, or losing my Formula career. Seeing you laying in that hospital bed made me realize one thing; nothing else matters in this world compared to you. You make my world brighter and life worth living. No matter where I am traveling the world, you are home to me. Not my place back in Monaco, not back in the UK, you. I don’t feel complete when you’re not around. These feelings I have for you are so much deeper than love, there’s so many words to explain it but I will give you this lifetime and the next to show you if you will let me. So basically with all that being said, Azha will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” He spoke looking at me. I could see the tears marking his cheeks and I realized I had started crying too. I nodded furiously, “God yes. Fuck yes I will!” I said as I ran towards him. He grinned and picked me up and kissed me. I could hear cheers and the clicks of cameras. Pulling away I spotted Daniel, Kika, Pierre, Oscar, Max F, Ja Khel, Jirani, Giana, Liana, Keyani, and Pietra with their phones pointed towards us, Daniel had his camera around his neck. “It’s about time!” Max spoke and I laughed lightly as Lando set me down back onto my feet. “Okay okay, I need more pictures of the lovely couple for their future wedding day.” Daniel spoke. “Just don’t get started fucking yet please, I’m still at the house.” Liana piped up, we all laughed.

After taking many pictures, telling everyone to send the videos, and having a late dinner celebration we were finally back home. Lando was in the shower as I was taking off my makeup then brushing my teeth and putting my hair into two braids so I could sleep. My body was still on a high hours later. Lando and I are dating. I grinned just thinking about it. I never would’ve thought last year that this would be my life and the year wasn’t even over yet. “What’re you thinking about?” I heard Lando say as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Just how lucky I am.” I say turning and placing my arms around his neck. He smiled, “I’m the lucky one are you kidding?” I shake my head as he steps away and starts to put on his pajamas. He handed me the shirt he brought in, “You can wear that.” he said while leaning against the sink. I slipped the shirt on and slipped the dress down my legs and the black lace thong as well. I heard him groan once seeing the piece of clothing. “You’re such a tease.” I laughed and walked over to him resting my head on his chest looking up at him, “Keep it in your pants Norris. Just a couple more weeks and then I’m all yours.” He hugged me, “Kinda hard to seeing you wear my clothes with nothing underneath.” he replied. “How do you think I feel seeing you like this?” I gestured to him dressed in just sweatpants that hung low on his hips, “I would let you take me right here, right now.” I whisper, biting my lip and checking him out again, my eyes staying on his bulge for a bit too long. “Keep looking at me like that and I will.” He says. “I’ll meet you in bed, behave yourself.” I say before grabbing the clothes and heading to drop them off in the laundry room.

While down here I grab a pair of cotton underwear slipping them on and heading back upstairs. Liana leans against the rails for the stairs, “Remember what I said, I don’t feel like being scarred tonight.” I smiled, “Buy noise canceling headphones or turn your tv up.” I teased. “I will spray you both like the dogs you are.” she replied. I shook my head, “Nothing is happening tonight don’t worry, although both of us want it to.” I say walking past her. “Okay gross I don’t need to know how much you want to fuck each other.” I heard her yell. “Goodnight Liana!” I yell back walking back into my room. Lando was already in bed scrolling through his phone, he opened his arms once seeing me. I smiled and climbed into bed cuddling into his side. “I’m so glad you’re finally mine.” He whispered after a few minutes. I hummed in agreement, closing my eyes and enjoying his body heat. He placed his phone on the charger then turned off the lamp. He pulled me closer to him, kissing the top of my head. “Goodnight darling,” he spoke. “Goodnight.” I replied. What a way to end the year. I wonder what 2024 has in store, hopefully it will be by his side I think before sleep takes over my mind.

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