#i miss so many things but i don’t miss the old me. she sucked but she also cared and she’s still here in fragments | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

pearlfeline · 8 months

Text

truth or dare

pairing: draco malfoy x female reader

word count: 1,228

summary: slytherins throw a party and play truth or dare. draco can't seem to play correctly when it comes to you, blaise becomes a wingman, and to pansy, you're a sleepy nerd.

a/n: ughhh i don't really like this because a party just seems so unrealistic to me lol. every time i see those scenarios it doesn't seem convincing to me at all. i didn't add copious amounts of drinks and partying to this because i truly think despite them being who they are, the most they would do is share a bottle together as a small group and not throw a party because they dislike mostly everyone. also, they're still kids. sorry if that ruins the entire thing and this sucks!!! although, i really liked the idea of draco not being able to bring himself to give you a mean dare like he would to the rest of his friends. enjoy.

Your nose was deep in a book when you heard a faint jingling.

“Mrrph..”

You look behind you and see your cat swatting at the window. Your owl was here.

“Oh, Pluto leave that poor bird alone.” You get up and take the parchment from your owl’s beak.

“Thank you, Buttons.”

Buttons blinks once before flying out swiftly.

Once you unravel the parchment, you recognize the handwriting instantly.

“Small party in the common room tomorrow night. Don’t tell the stupid Gryffindors and just come downstairs for once. P.S. Don’t sleep right after dinner like an old crone and attend. I’m tired of talking to the same buffoons every day.”

You roll your eyes. Of course, he sends a letter over something he could’ve told you in passing.

“Wanker.” You mumbled, tossing the letter on your bed.

Of course, you’ll attend but there’s no reason to act giddy about it. At least on the outside. How you feel on the inside is nobody’s business surely.

The next day, you expect to walk into the common room with a circle of a few people, but you were met with bottles scattered across the floor.

Draco’s platinum hair stands out immediately despite the lights being dimmed.

“So you took my advice and stayed awake until curfew! Must be a new record for the old miss.” Draco chuckles to himself.

“Quite the dramatic invitation.” You look around and see scared first years peering through the steps.

“Is this your idea of a small party?”

Draco shrugged. “It’s just Slytherins. Whoever chooses to come is invited.”

“Obviously they’re going to show. Everybody who’s here loves to kiss up to the famous Draco Malfoy.”

Draco smirked.

“Not everybody” Blaise comes out of nowhere, sipping whatever from his cup.

“Do you not see how bad of an idea this is? The first years are trying to sleep.”

Blaise nods. “I didn’t want it to be this big either… or this loud.”

Draco rolls his eyes, giving a firm slap to Blaise’s shoulder. “Lighten up Zabini. It’s just a little over thirty people. Not my fault that’s twice as many people you know.”

Blaise takes that as his cue to get another drink and shakes his head before breaking away.

“Pansy is whining about playing truth or dare. Are you coming or not?” Draco’s eyes flick to the dorms.

“You threw a party just so we could all go upstairs and ignore it?”

“Somebody had to bring the drinks.” Draco walks past you, ironically slipping a bit on the steps. The younger kids move out of the way, scurrying back to their own rooms, trying to avoid a lecture out of fear.

You reluctantly follow Draco to his dorm room. Pansy and everyone else were already comfortably lounging, laughing about someone’s misfortune if you had to guess. Blaise followed quickly behind you, shutting the door.

“What happened?” He sits down near Pansy, who was obviously tipsy already.

“Truth or dare Zabini..” She giggles.

Blaise sighs. “Truth.”

You settle down on the corner of Draco’s bed, admittedly excited about the outcome of Blaise’s choice.

Draco sits on the floor, not before putting his sweater where he wanted to sit.

“…Boring… But fine.” Pansy, previously laying on her stomach, sits up and ponders a good question before smiling mischievously.

“Who in this room would you most likely snog..?”

Blaise pauses for a brief moment. “Pansy if you wanted to you should’ve just asked me.”

Pansy face-plants into her hands, groaning. Though, you had a feeling she was smiling under there.

After a few turns, it was eventually Draco’s turn.

“Y/L/N. Pick one.”

“Dare.”

Draco smiles at your answer but it soon fades as he thinks of what to say next.

“You should..”

The circle exchanges looks with one another.

“I dare you to…” Draco’s eyes dart around the room.

“Chug your drink…” Draco muttered.

“I.. I never got a drink.” You replied.

Blaise gives Draco a sympathetic look, before handing you his cup. “Here.”

You hesitantly take the cup.

Goyle furrows his eyebrows. “Malfoy, you just made me sneak outside and bang on Gryffindor’s entryway, why is her dare so-“

“Shut up.” He snapped.

You start to sip an already half-drunken cup, grimacing at the taste.

You hold it all in your cheeks, shaking your head in pain.

“You’ve got to swallow it eventually love.” Blaise takes back the cup cautiously.

You could only manage a squeak in response before forcing it down in an excruciating gulp.

“Not a fan?” Pansy laughed.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be…”

Draco purses his lips to hide his smile, suddenly finding that looking down at his shoes and playing with the laces was worth occupying his time. Despite looking forward to this very scenario all day, he couldn’t bring himself to give you a humiliating dare.

“I don’t know how you all drink that stuff so often.” You smack your lips, still tasting the remnants of whatever drink it was.

“Was that your first drink?” He raises his eyebrow.

“Of course it was. I don’t have access to these… alcohols…” You shrink slightly at how inexperienced and awkward you sounded.

Draco only scoffs. “We’ll, no wonder you couldn’t even chug.”

You glare at him, shoving him lightly. “There wasn’t even enough for me to possibly do that.”

“You looked like a newborn deer trying to drink from its first puddle.” Pansy let out a cackle before covering her mouth.

You close your eyes before rolling back into the bed, grabbing a pillow to shove into your face. It took you a moment to realize you weren’t in your own bed.

Draco’s smell of shampoo seeps through the pillow and into your nose. You flinch slightly but keep the pillow there, wanting to still hide from everyone. Though the mixed smell of fresh laundry and rosewood was an added bonus.

Pansy slaps the foot hanging off Draco’s bed.

“Ow!” You muffle through the pillow.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired already!”

Honestly, you were getting tiresome. You rarely stay up and sinking back into a bed didn’t help. You didn’t respond and just closed your eyes.

Blaise looks over at Draco, trying to basically have a telepathic conversation. They both somehow understood each other perfectly.

“Pansy I think we should go to your room and finish where we left off.” Blaise holds his cup with his teeth, one hand pulling her away and the other opening the door.

Draco’s other minions just stared blankly, completely oblivious to what he was implying.

“Get out.” Draco quietly hissed, making them jump and rush out, almost squeezing into Blaise and Pansy between the door frame. All mumble incoherently trying to push each other.

In between this time, you actually did doze off. Draco turns back around to hear your breathing slightly get heavier as if you were on the verge of snoring. He sighs, lifting the pillow off your face and placing it under your head.

“I bet Dumbledore sleeps later than you.” He mumbled.

Draco pulls the blanket from under you and tucks you in. He could’ve almost burst out laughing by how you sleep so easily, but he decides against waking you up after Blaise basically gave him two favors tonight. Draco slumps onto Blaise’s bed, staying up as long as he could, making sure you were able to sleep uninterruptedly throughout the night.

1K notes · View notes

mazojo · 2 years

Text

I don’t think I’ve been this frustrated with a series for a long time like I am right now with the marked heart

#it’s like a train wreck I can’t stop watching it but it sucks and fuck everyone and everything in it #i fucking hate all the characters (well like 97% of them) I fucking hated the pacing and the ending was also bullshit #i am sorry I am so mad AKSJSKSKS the only thing I’ll give them props for is the directing because the shots were really well done #i was expecting Colombian telemovela vibes and I got hot mess 😻#Zacarías is a douchebag and I hate his ass but he was kind of an interesting craft villain so I guess points for that #Camila is the dumbest bitch ever. like I hate being mean and I swear I ain’t and I genuinely do feel sorry for her but #half of the things she does and says makes absolutely no sense and it drives me mad.#specially on the ending like giRL WHY WOULD YOU GO BACK TO YOUR OLD IDENTITY HELLO ARE YOU LIKE INSANE ????#THIS PEOPLE ARE DANGEROUS LIKE ???? A #don’t even get me started on Simon half of the time he did anything I was infuriated risking so many peoples life when his family needed him #the most. and like I get he missed his wife and wanted vengeance and all but fUCK THAT A SHIT TON OF PEOPLE GOT KILLED AND HHHHH I AM-#my favorite character was valeria because she was non existent therefore they couldn’t ruin her somehow I hated them all #i am sorry but I am passionate about this and I just went on a rampage with my mom how half of the things #made no sense and she was like bro chill it’s a series anD I WAS LIKE AJDJSKSJS I KNOW BUT -#if anyone reads till here I am sending you. hugs and kisses !! thanks for following me on my melodrama 🤪#anti the marked heart #netflix

0 notes

norrizzandpia · 9 months

Text

I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You (Part 2) (LN4)

Summary: With time apart, will Lando and Y/n set aside the mistakes they’ve made to make room for their love or will the fights take over and, in turn, their love become a story of the past?

Warnings: basically depression, getting evicted? Is that a trigger (lmk if i missed anything as always xx)

The months following Y/n walking out on Lando were pure hell for both parties involved. His performance in races plummeted as he stopped showing up for training sessions, meetings, and everything else in between. It didn’t matter how many pep talks each driver gave him with the end goal of at least getting him out of bed, he stopped being funny, charismatic, and optimistic Lando. The 23-year-old male became a shell of a human, completely swallowed whole by the void Y/n left in her wake. No one had seen him in that kind of pain ever. Most of the time, Lando would take a day to wallow, but he always ended up picking himself back up and trying again. But, with hours spent crying alone and days spent on autopilot, no one saw an end in sight.

Y/n, on the other hand, took the louder approach at trying to rid herself of the saddened feeling. Going to parties and drinking until she couldn’t walk straight became the norm for her. She was so afraid to be left alone to her thoughts, with her phone, with herself. She didn’t want to find out how excruciating the pain of losing Lando was once the alcohol stopped flowing and the music stopped playing.

However bittersweet, what it took to get her life to catch up with her was the day she held eviction papers in her hands. She had gotten home at 2 AM only to find a neon yellow sheet taped to her door. Honestly, she had been waiting for it to happen. With being unemployed and distracting herself from thoughts of Lando and everything they could have been, she stopped paying her bills. While dangerous, she couldn’t care what happened to herself. With news of Lando not doing well after they parted ways, she blamed herself for both of their pain. So, she clutched the bolded words in her small hands as tears welled in her eyes. Sobbing, she had called Daniel that night, pleading with him to come over and help claw her way out of the biggest hole she had ever dug for herself.

“Y/n?” Daniel’s groggy voice filtered through the speakers of the phone.

“Daniel.” Her choked sobs woke him up immediately, coincidentally jolting Heidi awake as he jumped out of bed to throw some clothes on, waving goodbye to his girlfriend and letting her know he would explain later.

By the time he was out of the door, her tears had quieted and she began filling him in on everything he had missed in the few months she had gone silent, “I’ve been evicted.”

His heart stopped, “What?”

Her tears returned, “Yep! I’m homeless now. I guess this is karma. I’ve ruined Lando’s life, I’ve ruined mine. I just ruin things. I hurt people and I destroy relationships and I stop everyone around me from being happy. God, I suck, don’t I? I mean, I had it all. I had Lando, he was telling me everything I wanted to hear. Jesus, he was begging me to stay and I still left! I can’t let myself be happy!”

Daniel’s heart broke for the girl on the other side of the phone as he sped to her house, “Y/n, none of that is true. You didn’t ruin anyone’s life. Your feelings were and are valid. You don’t destroy everything around you. You never have and you never will. Everyone loves you, Y/n. Don’t forget that.” He continued to reassure her as he drove to her. Listening to her cries of anguish only reaffirmed the fact that someone, anyone, had to force the couple to make amends.

—

“Lando? You in there?” Carlos asked through the door. A quiet murmur told the Spaniard his friend was, in fact, resting within his driver’s suite. Opening the door, he was met with Lando, sitting on the floor with the contents of his backpack spilled out in front of him.

Brows furrowed, Carlos crouched down to meet the London boy’s level, “What are you doing?”

Lando’s hands flew over the pile of contents, “I’m looking for a birthday card.”

Carlos shook his head, “A birthday card?”

Lando nodded frantically, seemingly in immense panic, “Yes! A birthday card! Y/n gave it to me last year and I never take it out of my backpack because I usually want to read it over again before a race! But, I can’t find it, Carlos! I can’t fucking find it anywhere!”

His breaths picked up as his voice broke. Carlos, gently, placed his hands over his friend’s swinging arms and held them tightly as to stop their flailing.

“Lando, you need to breathe.” Carlos said pointedly as he stared at the blue eyes across from him, filled with so much pain and regret.

Lando always tried to hide his tears from other people. Knowing that he was the happy and joyful one, it always felt wrong to show feelings of sadness in front of others. However, Y/n had shown him that showing that specific feeling was okay, that it allowed others to be able to connect with him on a deeper level. So, this time, he didn’t try to hide the tears that fought to fall from his face.

Lando’s hands rubbed over his eyes as he quietly said, “It’s the last thing I have of her and it’s gone, just like she is. I can’t take this anymore. I feel like I can’t breathe anymore. The thought of never seeing her again…” Carlos squeezed his shoulders, “That couldn’t have been the end of us, right?”

Carlos shook his head, “I don’t think it is, Lando. I think you’ll find your way back to each other, whether that’s tomorrow or in 50 years.”

Lando sighed, “But, I can’t wait 50 years.”

“Then, you have to fight for her.”

—

“What happens if she walks out?” Lando asked Daniel as they made their way toward Daniel’s front door.

“Then, you follow her.” Daniel retorted as they came to a stop in front of the large slab of wood, “Listen, Lando, it’s going to be hard, but you just have to be persistent. That is until you’re sure she doesn’t want to hear from you. But, I don’t think that’s a possibility. Ever since she’s moved in with me, I’ve gotten to catch her scrolling through old photos of the two of you or text messages you used to share. Trust me, mate, she’s still head over heels for you.”

Lando blushed and nodded his head, “Thank you for everything. For helping me plan all of this and allowing me to talk to her. I know how much you want to protect her from our lives.”

Daniel sighed, “You’re right, I do. She’s like a little sister, you know? But, I do know that, without you, she’s miserable and that’s worse to watch than her going through paparazzi.”

Pushing the door open and taking a deep breath, Lando whispered a thank you to Daniel before making his way through the foyer.

“Daniel? Is that you? I’m finishing up dinner right now!” Her voice yelled throughout the house and when it met Lando’s ears, he was hit with a large feeling of comfort. After all these years, she had become his home, it wasn’t a physical place or written address, it was just her.

Stepping into the kitchen, Lando stood and observed her while she had her back to him. The way she moved about the space with a small sense of confidence. The level at which she was carrying herself didn’t match the amount of self-assurance she used to have, but he had also been informed by Daniel that her mental health had taken a hit after all this time apart, something that hurt him more than her walking out on him could ever have.

As she turned around and her eyes landed on the boy she had dreamt of for so long, she faltered.

“Wha-” Words were lost on her, “What are you doing here?”

Lando breathed deeply, “I know everything that happened between us before was messy and we thought that was it, but I refuse to let you go that easy.”

She shook her head, “I’m confused. What are you saying?”

He took a step toward her and, thankfully, this time, she didn’t take one back, “I’m saying that I love you. I always have. Since the moment we met in the McLaren building where you asked me where Zak’s office was, I’ve been in love with you. I’m so sorry for everything I said in that interview. I never wanted to tell you about my feelings that way because I’ve always known you deserve so much. If I could take it all back and redo that moment over again, I would. If I could do it again, I would’ve told you how in love with you I am when I realized it which was, like, 2 months in. I was stupid to think I could stop my feelings for you by dating around and seeing what other people were out there because, in the end, I won’t ever be able to help falling in love with you.”

At his words, she took a step closer, so did he, “Not being with you is like if someone took cheese off pizza.” The two chuckled, “See! It’s ridiculous! Absolutely, positively stupid because they go together, they always have. That’s how I am with you. Without you, I’m not the same person and, now that I know that, I’m going to keep fighting for you, for us, until it works out. I love who I am with you, so does everyone else. It’s always been written in the story of my life to be with you because it’s a necessity. You have always been written into the story of my life because I’ve never loved anyone as hard as I do you and I’m incredibly sure that will never change.”

Now, standing so close to each other, Y/n looked into the eyes of the man she had missed so much and found herself forgiving him for the mistakes he made. With glass eyes and a quivering lip, she pulled him into her arms, “Lando, I’ve missed you.”

His arms squeezed her waist as he nuzzled his head in her neck, “I’ve missed you too, my love. You’ll never understand how much.”

They stood like that for a few moments before Lando’s head tugged backward and he captured her eyes with his, “Wait, you never said it.”

Tilting her head, Y/n asked, “Said what?”

He wiggled his eyebrows, “You know!”

She was about to protest until she realized what she had failed to say back in the heat of the moment, so she smiled and kissed his lips lightly before pulling back, her breath fanning across his face as she said, “I love you too. Always have and always will.”

Finally, the words that brought the light back into Lando’s life.

So, take my hand.

Take my whole life too.

For I can’t help falling in love with you.

#f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 x reader #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagine #lando norris imagines #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #daniel ricciardo #daniel riccardo imagine #daniel riccardo x reader #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz #lando norris #Spotify

484 notes · View notes

btsficsandsuch · 9 months

Text

Ps, Is It Okay If I Start Calling You Dad?

You have a daughter from a previous relationship. Yoongi has always treated her like his own. But when BTS becomes more popular he starts having to make sacrifices. Unfortunately, those come at the expense of your daughter.

You: Anna has a surprise for you for your birthday. Remember to be here by 5pm. Okay?

Yoongi: I’ll be there. I’m going to try and leave here by 4:30 at the latest so I’ll be on time.

You: You’re not going to get sucked into working all day and forget right? You promised her and I don’t want her heart to get broken.

Yoongi: Y/N I promise I’ll be there. I’m excited for this surprise. I know she’s been working hard all week.

You were currently sat in the dining room of Yoongi’s apartment reading the conversation from this morning over and over again. Yoongi promised he would be home by 5pm. Your daughter Anna had been planning a surprise dinner for Yoongi all week. She asked you take her to the store to pick out a new flannel for him and she decided on the menu you would cook which was filled with Yoongi’s favorites, she even made him a hand drawn card and on the inside she wrote him a small note but she had said she wanted it to be for Yoongi only so she wouldn’t let you read it.

Her biological father was never in the picture and after many guys rejected you after finding out you had a daughter you were so happy to find Yoongi. You had made it clear from the start that your daughter was part of the picture and would have to be part of his life if he wanted a relationship with you.

You were worried how he would handle idol life and being a father figure. At first things were great and he was able to easily balance everything. He always treated Anna like she was his own daughter. But as time went on and BTS became more popular he was having a harder time. He was beginning to miss dance recitals and basketball games. He missed more and more bedtime stories and wasn’t there the last time she fell and scraped her knee. You understood why this was happening but Anna at just 8 years old didn’t really grasp why Yoongi was all of a sudden spending less and less time with her.

You checked your phone and it was now 7pm. Well past the point of just being late. He had forgotten. You sent him another text but you knew it would go unanswered like the last four,

You: Yoongi where are you? Anna is getting upset.

Your daughter came and sat on the chair next to you, “He’s not coming is he?” You could see her lip start to shake. She was trying to be strong and not cry. “Why doesn’t he love me any more? Did I do something to make him mad?”, she asked letting a tear fall. You couldn’t bare to see her like this any longer and you’d had enough of Yoongi ignoring you. The least he could’ve done was call.

You grabbed your keys and started walking to the car, Anna’s card in hand. When you got to his studio you sat Anna on a couch just down the hall and told her to wait there for you. You were worried that your conversation with Yoongi would get ugly and you didn’t want her to hear that.

You let yourself into Yoongi’s studio using the passcode only you had. It was Anna’s birthday month and day and it made you scoff thinking of how he used to once be the greatest father but now you felt like the two of you were nothing to him. Yoongi didn’t even notice that you had entered the room. He was too busy with his work. You cleared your throat trying to get his attention. He started mumbling, “Not now. I’m busy.” You couldn’t roll your eyes any harder. “Yoongi it’s me. You know, the person you had promised you’d be home to by 5pm.”, you said with annoyance evident in your voice.

Yoongi spun the chair around,” Y/N why are you here? I’m really busy right now.” All you could do was laugh to try and stop the tears from falling. You spoke with a shaky voice, “You promised you’d be home to celebrate your birthday. Anna worked really hard and she’s devastated. She thinks you don’t love her any more and that she did something to make you mad.” Yoongi spins his chair around to go back to work, “That’s ridiculous Y/N. She knows I love her. I’m just busy. Tell her I’ll make it up to her.” You’re so angry you want to rip the headphones right off of his head. Your voice comes out a little louder than you had planned, “Why don’t you tell her Yoongi? I don’t think she knows any more. You’re never there lately. You don’t come home. You don’t go to any of her events.” You could feel the tears of frustration starting to fall, “Yoongi I’m tired of covering for you. I’m tired of lying and trying to make you sound like the good guy so that she doesn’t start to loose faith in you. You’re the only dad she’s ever known and she wanted to do something special for your birthday but you couldn’t eve-“.

Yoongi spins around suddenly cutting you off mid sentence. He walks over to you until he is inches away, “Y/N you don’t think I know that I’ve had to ignore her and miss things. You don’t think that hurts me every time. I have a job to do. A job that I worked hard for. A job I wanted long before either of you came into my life. I’m sorry that she’s hurt but I don’t have an obligation to be anything to her. She’s not my daughter.”

You feel sick. You thought he was different that all those other guys. You had been together for almost six years at this point. This wasn’t just a fling. Yoongi instantly knows he messed up, “Y/N I didn’t mean-“. It was your turn to cut him off, “No you meant it or you wouldn’t have said it.” You turn to leave but then you remember the card in your had. You turn around and shove the piece of paper onto his chest, “Here, your not daughter made you a birthday card.”

With that you turned around and pulled open the door storming out. Yoongi stood there watching. The last thing he saw was Anna standing in the hallway tears streaming down her little face. You took Anna home and tried your best to cheer her up. You ordered pizza and watched all of her favorite movies to try and get her mind off of what happened. You got her showered and into her pjs and you were tucking her into bed when she looked up at you, “Mom are we going to see Yoongi any more?” You didn’t really know what to say. At the moment you never wanted to see him again after what he said but not wanting to upset her any more you just smiled, “We’ll see baby.” Thankfully she accepted your simple answer and nodded off to sleep.

It was early in the morning and Yoongi was just getting home. He opened the door to the apartment and was greeted by balloons and streamers. The dinner you cooked was still sitting on the stove. A birthday cake in the fridge. Yoongi walked over to the table and sat down still holding the card you had thrown at him earlier. He hadn’t had the courage to open it until now. He looked down at the piece of paper. On the front a picture of a cat underneath the lettering ‘Happy Birthday Yoongi’. He opened it and began to read,

“Yoongi, thank you for being there for me and my mom. You make us so happy. I know you’ve been really busy but it’s okay. I know you still love me and I love you too. I think about you all the time and I hope you’re happy every day, not just on your birthday. Love Anna. PS, Is it okay if I start calling you dad? I’d really like to.”

Yoongi was sitting at his table crying. How could he have said those terrible things just because he was tired and stressed and upset because he always had to miss out on things. He knew he had to fix this but he also knew it was currently 2am and you were hopefully sleeping so it would have to wait until the morning.

It was 8am and you heard knocking on your door. Who could it be this early you thought as you swung open the door. You never would’ve guessed it would’ve been Yoongi. He handed you a bouquet of flowers, “I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean any of it. It’s not an excuse and I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never do anything like this ever again.” You crossed your arms after setting the flowers on the counter, “Im not the one you have to apologize to because I’m not the one who spent half the night crying.”

Yoongi’s heart broke at your words. He hated that he was the cause of her tears. He cleared his throat, “Can I talk to her?” “If she will let you but I don’t know if she wants anything to do with you right now.” Yoongi walked back to Anna’s room preparing for rejection. He lightly knocked on her door, “Anna it’s Yoongi. Can I come in?” Silence. “Anna do you want to talk?” Yoongi heard a soft voice, “Go away. I don’t want to see you.” Yoongi didn’t want to push it. He took out a piece of paper he had and slid it under her door. He walked out to where you were sitting, “She didn’t want to talk to me.” You scoffed, “Can you blame her? You’re her world Yoongi. Sometimes I think she cares more for you than me. And you broke her heart. You said she wasn’t your daughter even though you’ve been her dad for the last six years.”

Yoongi sighed, “I know Y/N. I’m the worst. I’m really trying. Now that things are so busy I don’t know how to manage it. But I promise I didn’t mean it. I love you and her more than anything. I just don’t know how to fix it.”

You were about to speak when Anna came running out of her room with tears streaming down her face. She wrapped her arms around Yoongi and continued to cry into his shirt. You were about to get angry at him when you saw the paper she was holding. Yoongi picked her up and held her in a hug while you took the paper from her. The paper clearly had Yoongi’s handwriting on it. The note said,

“Anna, thank you so much for everything. This was the best birthday I’ve ever had. I love the flannel. How did you know exactly which one I wanted? The food was really good too. I ate all of it even though it was a little salty (don’t tell your mom). I loved the birthday card too. I’m going to hang it in my studio so every time I see it I’ll think of you. I’m sorry that I’ve been so busy lately but it’s not your fault. I love you and your mom so much. I promise I’m going to do better because you’re the best daughter anyone could ever have and you deserve the world. Love Yoongi. PS, I’d love it more than anything if you called me dad. If you still want to that is.”

You looked up at Yoongi who was still hugging your daughter. You walked over and joined in. The three of you were now standing in your living room crying. “I better get started on breakfast.”, you said after a couple minutes trying to get things moving. You were mixing up some eggs when you looked up to see your daughter running over and grabbing Yoongi by the hand, “Dad come see my new blanket. I got it a couple weeks ago. It has a picture of Jimin on it.” You couldn’t help but laugh as Yoongi faked disgust. He looked down at your daughter,”Jimin? Really? What about me?” Anna giggled, “You might be my dad but he’s my bias.” Yoongi rolled his eyes as he followed her into her bedroom listing all the reasons she should have a blanket with his face and not Jimins.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts yoongi #bts imagines #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #bts suga #yoongi fanfic #bts angst #yoongi angst #yoongi imagine

635 notes · View notes

half-oz-eddie · 6 days

Text

“I didn’t know you had a kid, Harrington.” Billy’s voice surprised Steve.

“Shh. I finally got him to calm down.” Steve loudly whispered. “And he's not my kid. I heard him crying, so I came in.”

Billy wrinkled his nose in bewilderment. “Who the hell brought a baby to a house party?”

“I dunno. I came upstairs to go to the bathroom and heard a baby crying. He was in here all alone with a full diaper so I changed him.”

The baby began fussing and wailing as Steve tried to calm him down.

“My mom used to babysit a lot for our neighbor when I was a kid. Give him here.”

“Uh…okay.” Steve handed the baby over.

“Hey. Hey little guy.” Billy cooed. “What’s the matter, huh? You miss your mama?”

The baby’s face contorted in agony.

Steve watched Billy in utter disbelief. He didn’t think a soft side of Billy actually existed.

“Pass me that little blanket.”

Steve tossed the blanket to Billy, and he draped it over his shoulder.

He held the baby over his shoulder, gently burping him.

The baby let out a loud burp and spit up slightly.

“See? Now he’s calm and quiet.” Billy looked at the content infant. “Aren’t you, little guy? Yeah, you’re so happy now.”

The baby began to smile.

“He’s so young. He can’t be more than 5 months old.”

“I dunno who brought him or why they left him on the bed all by himself.”

“Yeah they laid him down after he ate and that’s why he had all that gas.”

“Shit. I wouldn’t have known what to do.”

“Good thing I was here, right?” Billy cheekily smiled.

Steve shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.” He forced himself to admit.

“We gotta find his mom.” Billy glanced down at the baby. “He’s hungry.”

“How do you know?”

“Look at’im. He’s trying to eat his hands.”

Steve noticed the diaper bag on the bed and rummaged through it. “There’s this…Similac…ready to feed bottle. So we can just like…give it to him?”

Billy nodded. “Should be fine.”

After feeding the baby, the pair decided to go around the party searching for the baby’s mother.

There was no ID in the diaper bag, nothing to identify the baby by name, not a damn thing.

They asked every girl they came across within an entire hour if the baby was theirs, each one declined until they found themselves right back where they started.

“So you mean to tell me some dumb bitch dropped off her baby at a random person’s party and disappeared?” Billy questioned.

“Hey, hey don’t curse in front of the baby.”

“Why? He doesn’t understand what I’m saying.” Billy lifted the baby, smiling as the baby smiled back. “Right, little guy? Your mommy’s a dumb bitch isn’t she? Yes she is, yes she—“

“Knock it off.” Steve demanded.

“You’re no fun, Harrington.” Billy scoffed.

“We should bring the baby to the police station.”

“How many drinks did you have? I’m too buzzed to drive with a baby.”

“Shit. Me too.”

“How far is the station?”

“About 15 minutes by foot.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to walk.”

Steve let out a sigh. “I’ll gather the baby’s things. You put his little jacket and hat on him.”

“Sure thing.”

The three boys left the party and started walking to the police station in the dark.

“Not what I expected to be doing with my time.” Billy mumbled. “This kinda sucks. For the baby, at least.”

“Yeah. It does. Poor kid. Can’t believe someone just abandoned him there.”

“Anybody could’ve fuckin’ stolen him.”

“Right!” Steve agreed. “Luckily it was us that found him and not some creep.”

“Damn right.”

A silence fell upon them as they continued walking. The night air was good for the baby, who slept securely in Billy’s arms.

“What time is it?” Billy asked.

“Almost midnight.”

“Got a curfew?”

“No. You?”

“Broke curfew an hour ago.”

“Hey—but—it’s for a good cause.”

“I don’t care about curfew anyway. He’s gonna hit me whether I come home on time or not.”

“What? Who? Your old man?” Steve asked, almost sounding worried. Or maybe he was being nosy, Billy assumed.

Billy refused to answer. He shook his head and sighed softly. “Just forget it. I’m still buzzed. Guess the alcohol’s got me running my mouth too much.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

Billy still refused to elaborate and the rest of their walk was eerily silent.

They were relieved when they finally reached the police station. Billy couldn’t believe he was actually happy to see the police, but the awkward tension was too thick to even cut through with a chainsaw.

Fortunately, Chief Hopper was working the night shift. Steve felt comfortable approaching him immediately and explained the full story to him.

Jim took the baby into his arms, sighing disappointedly. “So the kid was just abandoned, huh? That’s a shame.”

“It is.”

“Good thing you guys were looking out for him.” Jim smiled. “Go on home, boys. If anything happens, I’ll follow up with you tomorrow.”

“I—that’s it?“ Billy wondered.

“That’s it.” Jim confirmed. “We’ll try to find the kid’s mother.”

“What if you don’t find her?” Billy asked worriedly.

“We’ll make sure the baby’s safe. You have my word. Now go on, kid. Go home. I’ve got it from here.” Jim promised.

“C’mon.” Steve gently persuaded Billy to follow him out.

The walk back to the party to get their cars was twice as tense as before. Billy walked with his shoulders tense and his fists clenched. He was obviously pissed off and worried about that baby.

Admittedly, Steve was quite concerned as well.

“Hey, man, we did everything we could.” Steve said, trying to offer Billy a bit of comfort.

“I just wish we could’ve done more.” Billy admitted, loosening up his shoulders.

Steve smiled a bit. It was comforting to know that underneath it all, Billy had a pretty big heart. “You’re a decent guy, Hargrove.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Billy responded with a smirk.

The uncomfortable tension between them was gone, and perhaps the rivalry as well. Steve was tired of running into Billy at parties and it felt like Billy would take a swing at him any moment.

The two got in their cars, not bothering to say goodbye to one another, because they both silently agreed saying anything more after their last words would feel weird.

Steve pulled off first with Billy trailing behind until he took a left turn, disappearing from Steve’s rear view mirror.

He figured that was the end of that, and hopefully things wouldn’t be so awkward between them the next time they saw each other.

The following morning, there was a loud knock on the Hargrove-Mayfield house door.

“How can I help you, Chief?” Neil greeted at the door.

“I’m looking for your son, Billy. Is he home?”

Neil’s pleasant face contorted with anger. “Something the matter?”

“I need him to come down to the station and answer a few questions.”

“Hey chief.” Billy appeared before them. “Did you find her?”

“That’s why I’m here. Could you come down to the station? Steve’s already in the car.”

“Ha-hang on now.” Neil interrupted. “What’s this all about? Is Billy in some sort of trouble?”

“Quite the opposite.”

“I—just don’t think my son should be at the police station without his father present. He’s—“

“He’s 18. He doesn’t need you there. I’m sure he wasn’t gonna mention the bruises around his neck. Those weren’t there when I saw him last night. I’ll be sure to talk to him about them, though.” He informed Neil with a cold glare, leading Billy out to his car.

“I’m fine, chief.” Billy attempted to reassure.

“Are you?” He skeptically questioned, opening the door and gesturing for Billy to get in the car next to Steve.

He sighed and joined Steve in the back seat.

“Pringles?” Steve offered.

Billy silently accepted, glaring up at Steve who looked away pointedly.

Great. Now 2 people had seen his bruises, and one of them was a cop. This felt like a recipe for disaster.

When they arrived at the police station, they were shown a photo.

“We managed to identity the baby’s mother using a business card with a personal contact’s information on it. Do you recognize this woman?”

“I do. I remember fucking asking her about the baby and she got really weird. I thought she was high or just hated kids.” Billy replied.

“We have her in custody and her family took the baby in.”

“How long is she going to prison?” Steve asked.

“She could do four years, she could do no time and just be forced to take parenting classes.”

“What? Are you fucking s—Are you fucking serious? She just throws her kid away and doesn’t even have to face any consequences? Who’s to say she won’t do it again? That’s bullshit!” Billy exclaimed.

“Hey, calm down, man.” Steve attempted to offer come comfort. “You did everything you could for that baby. His mother has to live with her mistakes.”

“And what if she doesn’t care? What if she feels like she was better off without that baby and didn’t care what happened to him?”

Steve fell silent. This felt extremely personal. Steve worried that maybe Billy was projecting throughout this entire ordeal, and that’s why he was so eager to help and got so angry about it.

Jim closed his office door and offered Billy some coffee.

“I need you to relax, kid.” Jim said sternly. “I’d hate to have to charge you with disorderly conduct.”

“You’d seriously do that? C’mon Hop!” Steve fiercely defended Billy.

“I don’t want to. That’s why I want him to relax. I can tell you’ve had a long 24 hours. You drank a little too much, found an abandoned baby, your father got violent with you, and now you learn you were face to face with the kid’s mother and she lied to you. I understand.”

Billy refused to meet Jim’s eyes.

“I also know Susan’s not your mom. Where’s your mom, Billy?”

Billy shrugged. “I dunno.” He mumbled.

“I see.”

Steve could feel his heart snap. He had no idea Billy was dealing with so much, but it explained everything. It explained his anger, his shitty attitude and it definitely explained last night. He felt like he learned so much about Billy so quickly.

“Hey, Chief? Is there anything else you need from us? Or can I walk Billy out?”

Jim asked them a few brief questions and sent them on their way.

They stood in front of the police station and Billy lit a cigarette.

“You wanna go grab food?” Steve offered. “I’m really hungry.”

“You paying? I didn’t grab any money.”

“Yeah, c’mon. The diner’s nearby.”

They sat in the diner and ordered some burgers. They made it halfway through their meal in somewhat amicable silence.

“You should’ve let Hop help you. You could’ve pressed charges against your dad and—“

“And what? Go where? I’d be homeless, break up a marriage, and still have to go through a trial and be dragged through the mud. Only for a 50% chance of my dad even going to jail. And if he’s not guilty. I’ll be worse off than I was before.”

“You’re right. I’m…sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“Because I—I’m stupid. I’m always trying to be there for someone and I’m always too much.”

“At least when you’re too much, people still want you around.”

“Sometimes.”

Billy scoffed. “Cut the shit, Harrington. Everyone likes you. Everyone wants you around.”

“People like you too, Billy.”

“Not in a way that matters.”

Steve’s heart continuously ached for Billy.

“Well. I really like you, Billy. You showed me what an amazing guy you are last night. I-I want us to be friends.”

He skeptically raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Let me be here for you. For anything you need. You can knock on my door anytime. Call me up if you wanna talk or just play some basketball.”

“I guess. And…you can do the same, or whatever. Like…call me to play basketball or drink beer.”

Steve smiled. “I’m glad we’re friends.”

“You’re sappy. Shut up.”

“Are you blushing, Billy?” Steve tried to search for Billy’s eyes as he constantly looked away.

“No. Stop lookin’ at me.”

Billy wasn’t blushing. His face was flushed from trying to fight back tears. Steve caught a glimpse as one rolled down Billy’s cheek.

“Let’s get outta here.”

They found a quiet place in the woods beneath a tree and shared a cigarette.

“Why were you crying?” Steve asked.

“I wasn’t.”

“I saw you, Billy. It’s okay. Tell me what you were thinking.”

“Why’s it matter?”

“I thought we said we were friends.”

“Is this something friends do? Cry around each other?” Billy sneered. “Like some therapy session?”

“It’s something I do. If we’re friends, you can tell me anything.”

Billy sighed, flicking the cigarette butt. “Last night was really fucked up. When I found out that baby was all alone without his mom, I couldn’t stop thinking about how scared I was when my mom left me. And how…she didn’t want me either. And I don’t even know what I did wrong.” His lip trembled. “What did I do wrong?”

Steve gently pulled Billy into his arms, letting him sob into his shoulder. “It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Billy glanced up at Steve with his red, glossy eyes, and for some reason, he kissed him.

The kiss was soft and gentle and not foreign to either of them, but Billy pulled away suddenly, apologizing and trying to jump out of Steve’s arms.

Steve refused to let him go.

“It’s fine. I kissed you back.”

“You make everything sound fine!” Billy shouted, gently nudging him away. “You make everything feel like it’s—it’s gonna be okay and I can just—be like this with you. Why are you doing that?!”

“Because I like you. And everything can be okay with me. If that makes you feel happy. If you want me to.”

Billy hesitated before lying back down on Steve’s shoulder, melting into the safety of his welcoming warmth.

“Don’t you care about other people seeing us together? Like—like this?”

“No. We’re the coolest guys in Hawkins. And if someone said something, you’d probably pick a fight with them.”

Billy laughed, finally, for the first time since yesterday. “I probably would.” He sighed. “How the hell did this happen?”

“I dunno. I guess…a really fucked up situation brought us together and we just…clicked.”

“I didn’t know you liked guys.”

“I didn’t know you liked guys either.”

“I wanna keep learning about you, if...that’s cool.” Billy's voice was soft and bashful as he spoke.

“Yeah.” Steve squeezed him a little tighter. “It’s very cool.”

There was a calm, amicable silence between them.

“Been a crazy 24 hours huh?”

“Yeah.” Steve sighed. “Wanna go to my place and sleep this off?”

Billy nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #jim hopper #neil hargrove tw #harringrove fanfiction #ivy.doc

136 notes · View notes

mollymauk-teafleak · 2 months

Text

I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave

I actually wrote a fic, go figure! Huge thanks to @minky-for-short for getting me into Hazbin and @hangsters for the support and love! I got a lot more where this came from <3

Please reblog and comment over on Ao3!

----

They've been told to live tonight however they want. And with tomorrow's Extermination looming and the Hazbin Hotel right in the middle of the target, there's only one thing Angel Dust wants to do.

And that's the bartender.

---

You didn’t wind up in hell without knowing fear. Whether you got there by painting it on other people or seeing it in your reflection or both, it didn’t matter, to everyone down below, fear was like an old friend.

And to Angel Dust, fear was like a toxic hook up whose calls he couldn’t make himself ignore after years of dissatisfying back alley orgasms.

All to say, he knew the taste of it, sharp like battery acid and sour like cheap, soapy lube. He knew how it sounded, laughter stretched so thin you could see through it, the whir of a camera lens pulling close to try and see where you were breaking. He knew how it smelled, sweat and latex and dry ice. He knew how it felt, cheap faux fur and overwarm, foreign skin.

Angel had been sucking fear’s dick for longer than he cared to remember. But what surprised him was that he didn’t see it here.

They should be scared. They should all be pissing themselves in terror. In who knew how many hours, the worst Extermination they’d known would descend, with their home and everyone in it smack bang in the center of the target. And Heaven wasn’t in the habit of missing their shot.

But when Angel knocked back another shot of top shelf whiskey, he didn’t taste fear in it. The laughter that surrounded him was real, all he could feel was a warmth that he wasn’t sure came from the drink.

Maybe this was what fear felt like when you didn’t face it alone.

“You’re staring.”

Angel didn’t have much of a defense, especially when he hadn’t even realized that Vaggie had moved onto the barstool next to him and jumped a mile when she started speaking, nearly spilling his next shot. Because he was busy staring.

So he took evasive action instead, trying to piece his cool back together, “Ain’t you got a girlfriend waiting on you upstairs? What are you still doing down here?”

“Finishing my drink,” she gave him a cool, bemused look, proving her point by draining the rest of her glass, “I don’t think any of us are in a position to be wasting alcohol tonight. Or time.”

“Thanks for the riddle, toots,” Angel rolled his eyes, taking the shot before someone else could come along and nearly make him spill it.

“Want me to say it plainly then?” Vaggie arched an eyebrow.

Angel scowled but he wasn’t mad at Vaggie, not really. He was more pissed at himself for not hiding it better. The five time winner of the Golden Tongue Award (for best performance in a pornographic visual production) should probably have been able to school his face.

He let his eyes wander across the bar, if there was no point in hiding it anymore. Husk was tossing a cocktail shaker from one hand to the other before sending it up behind his back, bouncing it between his wings, making it disappear and reappear before pouring out an electric blue liquid into Nifty’s waiting glass, to her immense delight. He bowed to the slight but enthusiastic applause, showing Angel a glimpse of the showman he’d been once upon a time.

It wasn’t just that he was handsome. It wasn’t just that he was Angel’s exact type and then some, that gravelly voice, the snark, the emotional unavailability, the tortured past that muzzled him, his boxes were well and truly ticked. If it was just that, Angel would have torn his clothes off, rode him on that bar and moved on with his afterlife.

But Husk had pushed back. He’d growled and snapped and thrown up more walls until Angel started to see getting the cat’s trousers off as a professional challenge. Robbed of his only way to safely interact with people, to feel like he was in control, Angel had fallen apart in front of him on one of the worst days he’d had in a while.

And all Husk had done was put him back together again.

So it wasn’t just that he was hot, there was a hell of a lot more to it than that. And there was the fear again, souring the booze on his tongue.

“I ain’t a fan of straight talking,” Angel grunted, hunching his shoulders and spinning the now empty glass on the edge of his finger.

“Figured,” Vaggie sighed in a way that might almost suggest she actually cared, hopping down off the barstool.

She looked ready to disappear up the stairs but something made her pause, maybe the weight of their borrowed time, maybe something dangerously close to sentiment. But she did stop, reaching out and putting a hand on Angel’s shoulder.

“All I’m gonna say…I’ve been told the only way to survive this is to fight for love. Find someone you can’t live without and go out there with one goal. Protecting them.”

Like a magnet, those words drew his eyes over to Husk again. And this time, he looked back, feeling his gaze. Those narrow yellow eyes, glowing like bulbs on a marquee or LEDs tempting a sucker to a slot machine, crinkled a little at the edges, shooting the spider demon a wink.

Angel groaned inwardly at himself. He was doomed and Heaven didn’t have anything to do with it.

“Someone like me don’t even know what love is,” Angel murmured, more to himself than to Vaggie, “Might as well be speaking a different language, sugar.”

But he heard him anyway, those damn sharp ears of hers, “Then what better time to make a change?”

Before he could shield himself with sarcasm, she was gone, off up the stairs to someone who loved her. To another heartbeat against her own, arms around her, a silent promise that she was cared about, no matter what the nightmares said. Angel felt a pang in his chest, somehow finding the poor sense to want something he’d never had.

“Another drink?”

Angel dredged up a crooked grin, “Sure! Put it on my tab, I’ll come settle up with you tomorrow night.”

“Very funny,” Husk poured him a couple more shots to keep him going, though he was now without other customers.

Charlie and Vaggie had gone upstairs, Cherri had dragged Sir Pentious over to the pool table where she’d definitely crush him, Nifty was curled up in an unnervingly cat like way, sleeping on the bar and making Angel wonder if there hadn’t been a sedative jn that drink Husk made her. Alastor was who knew where, Angel only cared that Husk relaxed a lot more when he wasn’t around.

This was the best chance he was going to get.

Let’s get to living. His own words from earlier that night tried to move his mouth, tried to force him forward, tried to stop him being such a damned fucking coward and just say something…

“Actually…I think I’ll turn in,” he seized the rest of the shots in various hands and sank them one by one, trying to wash away the bitterness, “My aim gets real shitty if I don’t get my beauty sleep. And if I’m gonna die tomorrow, like hell am I going down with bags under my eyes. Did it once, never again.”

If he was the kind to hope, Angel Dust might have tried to convince himself he saw disappointment in those slitted eyes.

But Husk only gave a rolling shrug, collecting up the abandoned glasses, draining them of their last clinging dregs of amber liquid, “Funny, my luck seems to get better when I’m hungover. Sweet dreams, kid.”

Angel Dust chuckled, putting a little swing in his hips, shooting a smile over his shoulder, “Ain’t no other kind with me, baby.”

One last lie for the road.

At least he didn’t sleep at all, choosing the cloudy headed middle ground of lying back on his bed, staring at the ceiling and prodding listlessly at the ache in his chest. It was like when his tooth had been knocked out, unable to keep his tongue out of the tender, empty gap, no matter how much it made him wince. Fat Nuggets did the sleeping for both of them, snoring on Angel’s chest, every gravelly honk ruffling the feathers pink robe that always made Angel feel like he could hold it together for a few more minutes than he would without it.

He was angry at himself but that was nothing new, only the reason was old. It had been a fucking long time since he’d promised himself he was done hiding, done paring himself down because someone else wouldn’t like the taste. Lying here, feeling sorry for himself because he was too chickenshit to ask a guy to fuck him, he may as well have been back in 1940, worrying himself sick that his dad would be able to see his secret written on his face.

Well, Angel Dust wasn’t Anthony anymore. And Angel Dust was losing his goddamn patience. The worst had happened and then some, he’d lost his family, he’d lost his home, he’d lost his life but the one thing he didn’t have to do was hide anymore. Husk was down there, he’d say no or he’d say yes, either way was better than being too damn afraid to know.

And if he felt more about it, well that was his problem to deal with. It wasn’t like he was going to live much longer anyway.

Fat Nuggets squawked a little as Angel Dust sat up, displaced from his comfy position.

“Sorry, sweetie,” Angel kissed the top of his head, trying to make up for it by tucking him nicely in his own little bed, “Daddy’s got some living to do. Last minute and all but you know me.”

A quick check of his hair in the mirror, a quick fluff of the fur on his chest, like he was going down to meet some doll by his car and get swept off the the dance hall rather than going to proposition his surly friend for a quick and dirty end-of-their-afterlife fuck. But there was no harm in looking his best while he did it.

His reflection in this mirror looked a hell of a lot different than the one in his studio dressing room. There were half a hundred tiny little flaws that would have earned him a sharp, cutting comment from Valentino and maybe worse, depending on the moth’s mood. But Angel Dust didn’t think Husk would care, in fact, he seemed to get further with the guy when he went in the opposite direction to what work demanded of him. So he left them, as much as a disconnected, confused anxiety itched at him, one that hadn’t realized they weren’t at the studio.

He took a deep breath, holding his own gaze tight, “You’re a pro at this, ain’t nothing you haven’t seen before. You know the steps, boyo, curtain’s up.”

Angel went to the door of his room, feeling buoyed, feeling confident. Until, of course, he ran into something he hadn’t seen before.

At least it was soft. Though it cursed like a sailor.

“What the fuck?” Angel yelped, feathers suddenly thumping against his face.

“Will you keep your goddamn voice down, you’ll wake half the fucking hotel-”

“Husk?” Angel stepped back, blinking in confusion, “Were you…were you outside my door?”

The other demon’s irritation collapsed, fizzing away like an alka-seltzer to reveal the bitch of a hangover underneath. Expressions he’d never seen on that feline face tried unsuccessfully to hide, embarrassment and coyness and a blush barely visible under dark fur.

“Look, I…can I come in? Please?” he tacked the politeness on the end like he almost forgot it while running out the door.

“Uh…sure, hon?” Angel Dust stepped to one side, suddenly wishing he’d tidied up a little at any point since he first moved in. Or that the dildos tossed about where a more impressive size.

Husk didn’t seem to relax a little until the door was closed, until they were definitely alone. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, an old antique in amongst a lot of plastic and rubber, while Angel leaned against the door and wondered how he’d lost control of this so fast.

Eventually Husk sighed, tail twitching and betraying his nervousness, “Look. Feel free to tell me to take a hike here, fuck knows you’d have the right. But…I kept thinking about what Charlie said. About spending this night living how we wanted or whatever. And I…I can’t think of anything else I wanted to do but…”

Angel Dust knew he was grinning like an idiot but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t every day you got a royal flush laid out in front of you.

“What? What is it you wanna do, Whiskers?” he tilted his head, faux innocence sparkling in his voice as he batted his eyelashes, “Anything I can help you with?”

Husk’s fur bristled and he pinched the bridge of his nose, “Fuck, I knew you’d be like this, goddamnit-”

Panic gripped him, a terrifyingly certain realization that if Husk left now, if he drove him away, he wouldn’t be able to stand it, “Wait. Sorry. I didn’t…I didn’t mean to fuck with you.”

The apology clearly caught the cat demon off guard, eyebrows rising. A small smile pulled at the edges of his mouth, “Well…guess that was the aim of my coming here…”

The grin came back, feeling more honest this time, more firmly in place. Angel stepped forward, offering one of his hands out to Husk, “Good…cos I was just on my way to ask you the same thing.”

He’d heard Husk bitch about his demon form a lot and in that moment, he could see why. Those ears and that tail were tells you could spot from a hundred miles. And right now they were telling Angel he was damn pleased.

Husk’s fingers- claws? -were calloused, whether from cards or chips or the keys of the sax he’d apparently played once upon a time. But they held Angel’s in a grip he could be certain of, one he knew instantly wouldn’t let go.

Angel had jumped on odds far worse than that.

They toppled onto the bed, swallowed by fur and silk. It took some maneuvering, making their strange forms fit but once they found it, it was fucking sweet. Suddenly there was a solid heat between his legs, something to grind into, fireworks exploding behind his eyes when he did. There was a smoky growl in his ear, a heady smell of whiskey and, fuck, Angel could have gotten drunk just off that. His hands moved of their own accord, two anchoring him to the headboard, the other two taking handfuls of soft, impossibly soft fur.

“Easy…” Husk rumbled when he pulled a little too hard.

“Sorry,” Angel Dust purred, splaying his legs wide, rolling his hips harder against Husk’s, “Just feels so good.”

Instead his hands wandered, finding where fur gave way to feather along that strong, broad back. The moment his fingers brushed there, that unfamiliar muscle, Husk jerked and moaned, the hardness in his trousers throbbing.

“Oh? Kitty liked that, huh?” Angel tittered, pressing one thumb into a hollow at the base of his wing, earning another strangled yowl.

“I swear to fuck, if you make me come in my pants like a goddamn teenager, I- fuck, baby, I’m sensitive there- ah…”

“I’d consider it a compliment, honey, don’t you worry,” Angel cooed, shivering happily at the way Husk’s chest vibrated when he touched him, like he was an instrument he could play.

“Call me old fashioned…”

Suddenly they were rolling, Angel Dust’s stomach dropping dizzily for a moment until he found himself straddling Husk, who was smirking up at him.

“But when I’m from?” he finished, voice sounding like everything amber and musk and honey in the world, “If you’re taking a fine man to bed, you let him take his pleasure first. It’s good manners, see? So how about you tell me what you want, Angel?”

Angel Dust was left with the sudden anxiety of having forgotten his next line in the script. Or worse, he’d never even fucking read it in the first place. The answer, perched miserably on the tip of his tongue was that he didn’t know.

He’d gotten too used to sex where the only thing that mattered was getting a good review, any pleasure he got was a secondary concern. He’d taught himself to like whatever his partner was willing to give, even when it called him a whore, even when it was too much, even when it hurt. The real pleasure had been the packet of powder or handful of pills that came after or before, not the sex itself.

His confusion must have shown on his face because Husk’s voice gentled, a paw coming up to lightly cup his face, “You want my mouth or my hands, baby?”

Angel Dust pushed his instincts away, “Mouth. I want you to tell me how I taste.”

Rolling again but this time, he enjoyed the free fall. Now Husk was between his legs, drawing down the sweatpants he wore to bed, just enough that he could free Angel’s dick. Angel kicked them the rest of the way off, letting Husk see all of him, legs falling open.

“Fuck…” his voice was melodic, hypnotic and hypnotized, “You look fucking gorgeous, baby…”

“And it’s all yours,” Angel panted raggedly, wrapping his long legs around Husk’s shoulders. For however long we’ve got left.

Husk’s purr sounded more like a car engine on its last legs, a rough and slightly threatening sound, but as he nosed and nuzzled at the base of Angel’s cock, it ran through his body like the best warm whiskey. In the dim light of his room, Angel could swear those spots on his wings were glowing, along with his eyes, which were fixed on Angel’s face like he was getting as much pleasure from watching him as he was from licking a broad stripe across his length.

Angel hissed, back arching up like his whole body was drawn towards that sensation, “Fuck, watch that sandpaper tongue…”

“Sorry. I’m kinda rough all over, baby,” he didn’t sound particularly sorry, flashing him a grin but he did ease up, hands taking hold of Angel’s thighs, keeping him spread wide so he could bury his face against him.

In the studio, Angel Dust had marks to hit, lines to gasp out, a camera to play up to. With Valentino, he had to make the right noises, he needed to sound scared, he needed to beg. But here, with Husk, out of reach of a script or a contract, he let moans and gasps pour heedlessly from his lips, he moved his body however it felt good. He was loud, loud enough to blow out a mic, he cursed and babbled things that didn’t make sense, he just felt .

Eventually the fur around Husk’s mouth was soaked, his jaw slack. He was good at this, unfairly good, lips and teeth and tongue all as skilled as you’d expect from someone who’d made a living by them. But now Angel Dust was the sole focus of their attention and he was drawn tight as a bow, ready to snap.

“Come for me, baby,” Husk’s rasp was almost animalistic now, “Let me hear you fucking sing.”

Angel Dust was more than happy to give him exactly what he asked for, giving a broken, soaring cry as his orgasm crashed over him, sinking him down into such an overwhelming sensation that he soon lost sight of the surface. Panic threatened but then a voice echoed to him.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes…” his own voice didn’t feel attached to his body so it was free to answer truthfully.

It was those lips that brought him back, a mouth that tasted of salt and opened to warmth, arms coming to circle him and anchor him down. Angel moaned, not able to care that his voice cracked unflatteringly as he did.

“Baby…”

“I got you, Angel, you did good, you tasted fucking incredible…” Husk’s wings settled over them, shielding him from the pink glow of his room.

He didn’t know how to tell him that the praise threatened to break him all over again, so Angel took charge this time, needing all four of his limbs to press the stronger demon into the mattress.

He licked the taste of his own come off Husk’s fangs and drew back just enough to gasp out, “You’re gonna fuck me so hard and so deep that if I go down tomorrow, I’m going down with your spunk inside me.”

“Of course that’s your fucking last wish,” Husk’s laugh was a gorgeous thing, a rough bark that made Angel think of smoky jazz lounges from another time.

He couldn’t help but smile, even if it was mostly bemusement, he wasn’t used to laughing during sex. It did feel pretty fucking good, he had to admit, having a genuine grin on his face as he pulled open Husk’s trousers. Though it quickly fell into awe at what jumped out and damn near smacked him in the teeth.

“Holy fuck!” Angel grinned in delight, one arm having good sense and stretching out to snag the bottle of lube in his bedside table, “Is that an overlord thing? They took the power but they let you keep the massive cock?”

“Shut up,” Husk rolled his eyes, where they snagged on the two hands now soaking their fingers and reaching around to his ass, “Mm…you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“Heard a couple of people mention it,” Angel grinned down at him, shivering pleasantly as his hands got to work.

Husk’s eyes burned in the dim light, “Yeah. But do you know it?”

Angel Dust faltered, eyelids half closed. Another question whose answer flitted on his tongue but he didn’t want to let it go.

And again, he didn’t have to. Husk pulled him down, bending him near in half to kiss him. Unable to wait a moment more, his slicked hands grasped at Husk’s cock, drawing a hiss out of him that he gratefully swallowed. Angel sighed through the stretch and burn, sitting back and slowly, achingly slowly, every inch of Husk disappeared into him.

Angel was used to pleasures that dissolved quickly on his tongue and in his nose, leaving cold, bitter metal behind. This was something entirely new, something that felt like it was etching itself on every cell in his body, redefining words he thought he’d known inside and out. Pleasure. Sex. Need.

“Husk…” his voice was a tremulous, faint thing, like he was afraid to be heard.

“Oh, I knew you’d be like nothing else, baby…” the other demon groaned, thrusting up into him after a moment to let him settle.

There was no awkward shuffling now, they moved like a dance, like they could hear some music that didn’t exist outside of their bloodstreams. Husk’s hips rolled, Angel arched, two arms thrown up over his head, two others raking down his lover’s chest, leaving deep grooves in his fur. Before, his mouth had been occupied but now Husk sounded like- what else? -a cat in heat, yowling and gasping.

“That’s it, baby, take it, fucking take it, you feel so fucking good, Angel,” he moaned it like a title rather than just a name, like he’d done anything to deserve it.

“Aw fuck…” Angel Dust felt like he was going to shake apart, there wasn’t room inside him for all of this, he didn’t know where to put it all.

But he did know that he was about to come, hard. It was unstoppable, undeniable, and if he was half the pornstar he thought he was, Husk was on his heels. It was in the way his voice had shifted up a few notes, the way his grip on Angel’s hips had grown desperate, the break in the otherwise metronome perfect rhythm of his thrusts.

And that terrified Angel. All the fear he’d expected to find down in the bar, it thickened the air in his lungs like he’d taken an inhale from a real bad batch. Fuck, please, it can’t be over already.

But this was a fall that had to end. Husk’s hips shifted, heating that sweet spot inside him dead on and he was lost, every muscle tensing as he surrendered to his release. It was sweet and the low roar of his own name, the heat flooding so deep inside him he could damn near taste it, that was sweeter. This time when he broke, he willed himself to stay in those depths, stay in pieces, there was nothing for him on the surface.

But there was that voice again.

“Angel…fuck, that was…that was amazing, I…Angel?”

His muscles must have switched off at some point but Husk had caught him, he was sprawled out across the other demon’s chest, their bodies still joined somewhere within the lovely, thrumming haze where the rest of him used to be. But his eyes prickled, heat running down his cheek, dripping onto Husk’s fur where oh fuck no, he’d felt it…

Angel flinched back from the sting of his own tears, bringing an arm up to try and hide, like there was even any point. He rolled off Husk, hunching down as small as he’d go, shoulders trembling.

“It’s nothing, I…” What are you doing, idiot? “...don’t worry about it, it’ll stop…” Dumb fucking slut, you’re ruining it! “...just give me a second to put myself together…” Like you have any right, get a grip “I’m sorry.”

“Angel.”

He listened miserably, waiting for the creak as the bed lifted without his wait, waiting for the sound of soft paws on the floor and the click of the door closing behind him. But it never came.

“Angel, can I touch you? That alright, baby?”

He managed to nod, surprise mostly shocking his muscles into moving. There was a shift, a whisper of silk and then soft fur as strong arms wrapped around his middle, embracing him with a deliberate light touch that would let Angel pull away at any point. Another heartbeat, slowing as the adrenaline ebbed away, drummed against his back like a knock at the door.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Husk murmured against the fur between Angel’s shoulder blades.

“Nah,” Angel croaked, inhaling deeply, finding that warm whiskey smell again and relaxing, “We ain’t got the time.”

“Fair enough,” he accepted it easily, much to Angel’s relief, “Just get some sleep, okay? I’m gonna stay right here.”

He couldn’t help it, however much it made him feel like a child, “Promise?”

“Of course I promise, Angel,” there was an edge of sadness to his voice, more than the usual, not at having to say it again but at the fact that he needed to ask, “I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me. However long we got left.”

Angel smiled grimly. The second wasn’t fucking long enough to allow him the first. Just his luck to find exactly what he’d been looking for in the last few hours he had to live.

But he would take what he’d been given. Angel always had.

He turned, burying his face in Husk’s chest, feeling his rough but pleased chuckle, “Best roll of the dice I think I ever made, coming to your door…”

Angel Dust allowed himself a moment to smile at that. To feel wanted. To feel precious. Whatever happened tomorrow, he’d remember this feeling.

Whatever happened tomorrow, he wouldn’t face it alone.

#huskerdust #hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #smut #please reblog and comment!#just a little idea of what could have happened before the finale episode

112 notes · View notes

nininikki · 1 year

Text

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 | eren jaeger x black fem!reader

I. delightful little laughs and golf excursions

✧ summary! — upon meeting one another, you and governor eren jaeger struggle to deal with the onslaught of mutual attraction that inevitably follows.

✧ warnings! — mentions and consumptions of alcohol, adultery (eren is an aspiring cheater), golfing (🏌🏽), an arranged-ish marriage, age gap—reader is 29 and eren is 40, smut—handjob, heavy petting, making out.

✧ author’s note! — this part is the first of what is hopefully many. updates will be sporadic but hopefully still very entertaining. & i already know what you’re thinking, eren can’t be potus bc he’s german blah blah yeah well eren can’t do much of anything bc he died so let’s just be delulu together. lmk if i missed anything in the warnings.

✧ word count! — 4.7k

14 MAY, SIX MONTHS AFTER THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION

the wings of a baby red bird whispered clumsily through the brisk noon air. without thinking, almost reflexively, you blew the bird a bout of kisses. good luck, you’d thought to yourself, hoping to quell the sick feeling curling in your stomach. though, it was only lunch with mikasa, so how much luck would you need?

a secret service agent escorted you to your table, where mikasa was already sitting. her lips, stained with crimson, stretched into a smile so wide her face could’ve cramped. “(y/n), i’m so glad you could make it!”

mikasa stood and enveloped you in a hug, the flowery scent of her perfume nearly making you vomit where you stood. “oh, don’t even mention it. the pleasure was mine.” pulling away from her embrace, you smiled to ebb the sick feeling. “besides, it’s been forever since we had lunch. y’know, with the election and all.”

“well, yes, being the first lady is quite the job.” mikasa…almost giggled. a childish, giddy, schoolgirl giggle that felt out of place coming from her thirty-nine year old mouth. that coupled with the way the diamonds in her glimmering wedding band caught the sunlight and nearly blinded you when she pushed a short lock of hair away from her face. if only she knew how greatly she tormented you without even knowing it.

swallowing the saliva that had pooled at the sides of your tongue, you smile again. “i can only imagine.” and god, if you hadn’t spent a considerable amount of time doing just that.

the moment you both slid back into your seats, a waiter made his way across the lawn and next to your table, a bottle of wine in his hands and ready to be poured into your respective glasses.

“no wine for me, actually.” mikasa said to the waiter, despite keeping her gaze trained on you the entire time. “a sparkling water will do.”

and when he turned to you, “i’ll have what she’s having—the sparkling water. and can you add a lemon slice?”

“of course, ma’am. it’ll be right out.”

“not drinking, huh? that’s…new. i like it.” mikasa joked just as soon as the waiter was out of earshot.

you let the words fall gracefully, naturally off your tongue. not rehearsed or practiced at all. “don’t get your hopes up. i’m trying out the whole method acting thing. fuckin’ sucks, i tell you.”

the waiter was back, setting two glasses of sparkling water on the table. “well, if anyone can do it, it’s you.” you both raised your glasses in a silent toast before taking the first few sips.

it definitely quelled the nausea you were feeling, so you drank and drank and drank until you looked down at the cup and saw there was only ice and dripping condensation left to show for it. “sorry. i haven’t eaten, i guess.” you explained, humiliatingly breathless.

“trust me, i know the feeling. can you get her a refill?” mikasa requested, and the waiter quickly obeyed, taking your glass and heading off again.

for a moment, there was only the sound of leaves whistling through the wind, an occasional singsong of birds, and the fizzing of mikasa’s drink across from you. until she cleared her throat, a loud ahem slicing through the false sense of tranquility you’d trapped yourself in.

“let’s not beat around the bush, (y/n). you know and i know that i didn’t just invite you here for nothing. so let me just be straight with you.” it was all happening too quickly for you. all the words coming from her mouth, all the feelings you were supposed to be feeling—all delayed to make way for numbness more painful than anything. because you knew what she was about to say. it was just a matter of whether or not you could control what would happen after she did. “i know you’re fucking my husband, and i want you to stop.”

***

7 JULY, FOUR MONTHS BEFORE THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION

look a man straight in the eye when you shake his hand. your mother had always told you that, but you’d never understood the importance of it. up until now.

until you were shaking hands with the governor of california and trying not to crumble under the intensity of his gaze. a gaze so fervent and piercing it was en route to perforating whatever it was that shielded your soul.

“lovely to meet you.” his voice was syrup. soft and smooth and saccharine and dripping into your ears with every word he spoke. “you’re even more beautiful in person.”

so are you, you wanted to say. and it was true. he’d been at the forefront of every news channel and magazine for the past year or so. and up there, he was all pretty eyes and luscious hair and ivy league-educated words. up close…up close, he was different.

as your gaze slid down the thick, almost shiny locks of his hair, you felt your hand—the one currently in the snug grasp of his shake—twitch with the urge to reach out and touch it. to slide the pad of your thumb down a strand, or perhaps thread all of your fingers through the dark mass of waves and revel in that sensation alone.

could he feel the pulse in your wrist begin to pick up speed when you let your eyes roll over the prominent bridge of his nose? or the full, pillowy curves of his lips? of course, you couldn’t stare there for too long. or you’d run the risk of wanting to kiss him, and god only knows what that could lead to.

and did he notice the skin of your palms become sticky with sweat when you finally let yourself look into his eyes? they were a haze of blue-green darkness. hypnotic, oceanic irises growing thinner and thinner as they stretched around the steadily dilating expanse of inky black that were his pupils, making for a sight that—for lack of a better phrase, and because you could actually feel your airways being blocked with unadulterated awe—took your breath away.

if anyone was more beautiful in person, it couldn’t not be him. however, you’d bitten your tongue, settling for, “you’re too sweet, mr. governor.” your voice, a soft peal of laughter that you assured only indicated the utmost professionalism.

“un-unh.” he released your hand from his grip, and you weren’t prepared for the onslaught of goose flesh spreading over your arms when his palms settled over the skin there. “it’s eren. call me eren.” you sure as hell weren’t prepared for him to embrace you in a friendly hug and kiss on the cheek.

you laughed a delightful little laugh. one that surely couldn’t be conveyed as anything but amiable. “only if you call me (y/n).”

“well, (y/n), my wife and i are big fans of your work.”

at the mention of your friend, you took your guilty eyes off him, and let yourself be flung back into reality. back to the party you were currently attending, with its nearly blinding beams of camera flash, sweet drips of champagne spilling past your lips, and wispy tendrils of smoke curling through the air.

the party where you’d originally come to just look pretty and stuff your face with hors d'œuvres, but were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder and a face all too familiar and smiling to be any perfect stranger.

mikasa ackerman—the laidback teacher’s assistant you’d sparked a friendship with your entire senior year at harvard. the girl you considered a very close friend and mentor from the week you met up until the day you graduated, soon after which the two of you lost all contact. but you hadn’t sweated it. you were too busy pursuing your acting career, she was too busy becoming a lawyer. and the governor’s wife, apparently.

“god, i haven’t seen you in ages.” her cheeks were tinted in a cheery blush, mouth turned up in a lopsided grin, an empty champagne flute balanced clumsily between her fingers. “well, not in person at least.” her wide, megawatt smile was the last thing you saw before she hugged you as if you had never stopped being friends. “but you’re in all those big movies, y’know. it’s like every time i turn on the TV, there you are.”

you blinked bashfully down at your feet, a gentle smile playing at your lips. “don’t make me blush.”

“oh, nonsense.” she rocked back and forth on her feet, running her fingers through her dark pixie cut. “y’know, my husband never believes me when i say we used to know each other.”

“when’d you get married?” your mouth picked up in a delighted smile, recalling distant, collegiate memories of mikasa wanting, ‘partnership and a powerful husband, in that order.’

she stood on her tiptoes, beckoning someone over with a fervent wave of her arm. “uh, close to four years ago, maybe. don’t quote me, though. i’ve had one or two.” what you weren’t expecting was for the governor of california to stroll over, a little tipsy and equally disoriented from the crowd he’d just emerged from, his gaze alight with something you couldn’t quite place when it landed on the two of you. mikasa interlocked your arms, her voice an ecstatic slur. “see, baby! i told you i knew her!”

***

you’d stumbled into your home that night with remnants of the party still stuck to your skin and an invite to lunch at the jaeger’s country club the following week.

***

14 JULY

“i always knew you were bad at sports, but golf? really?” mikasa chimed, her lips pulled apart in uncontrollable laughter as your golf ball swerved clumsily around the course.

when eren’s husky laugh floated into your ears, you could feel them toasting with embarrassment and shame. because your eyes had taken to feasting themselves upon him at the most inappropriate times.

because just as you were about to swing your club, there your eyes were, trailing over his towering figure. his hair, usually parted and coiffed to perfection, sat a little messier today, perfectly curtaining the gently chiseled edges of his face. his bottom lip, plush and pink, confined between busy teeth, making for a sight that sent a blush down your neck.

all that went without mentioning the sleeves of his oxford tee—rolled neatly up at the elbows and showcasing the perfect definition of his forearm as he leaned over on the handle of his golf club.

you swiped your tongue across your bottom lip in misplaced concentration. the expensive watch glinting around his wrist sending your lips up in a tiny smirk. because he was just your type. so handsome and so kind and so…

a tangible rope of guilt strung itself around your neck as your eyes traced over the gold wedding band on his finger. a symbol of perpetual love and unity that you were practically defacing as you continued to drool over him in the presence of his wife.

so, when it was time for you to swing your club, you’d spooled yourself in a web of distraction and ended up missing horribly.

“must be the wind.” you said, hoping that the bursts of laughter that followed would be enough to distract you from the guilt.

***

“here, let me help you.” eren offered, purely out of the kindness of his heart. not because of the way you stood there, the golf club perched sweetly in your grip with not a clue in the world how to use it. not because of how pretty you looked today—the delightful hem of your opaque-shaded skirt coming to a halt in the middle of your thighs and contrasting perfectly with the smooth darkness of your black top.

not because of the smile stretching across your face—so beautiful, pearly, and white that it nearly took one of his eyes out. not because of his budding attraction that had sprouted the moment you caught his notice on a silver screen and had only gotten worse when he’d laid eyes on you in the flesh. and certainly not because mikasa, his wife, for god’s sake, had stepped back inside for one reason or another—to powder her nose or something—and inadvertently granted him a moment alone with you for the very first time.

“listen, mr. governor—”

“—eren.”

“eren. listen. i may not golf every weekend like you weirdos,” you joked, and he couldn’t help the grin gracing his face. “but i know my way around a club, alright.”

“yeah, sure looked like it.”

you went silent for a moment, tongue clicking around in your mouth while your gaze wandered elsewhere. “fine.” you sighed out, faux exaggerating an eye roll and pout. “show me the reins, or whatever.”

***

that was how you had gotten here. the callused palms of governor eren jaeger pressed up against the backs of your hands under the guise of helping you swing a golf club. except there was no guise, and the feeling of having his hands on yours again had your mind nestled in delusion.

“okay, now, hit it.” he said, the words lowered an octave and trickling with honey as he uttered them into your ear. “aht, aht. remember,” his grip grew a bit tighter on your hands just as you were about to swing. “softly, just like i said. don’t think you’re advanced enough to do it any other way.” a teasing lilt colored his tone.

“i think you’re just holding me back, governor.” at that, you stole your eyes away from the union of your hands and blinked them shyly in his direction.

“eren, please.” if he was saying please, his eyes certainly didn’t convey it. “or i’ll have to start calling you esteemed actress, (y/n) (l/n).”

“you think i’m esteemed? don’t flatter me.”

“you don’t wanna know what i think about you.”

delighted heaps of air passed through your nose and mouth a couple times before you realized you were giggling. giggling like a blushing virgin on her first date over a few simple words. what was he doing to you?

your teeth dug deep into your bottom lip. “are you implying something, eren?”

eren neglected to answer, only staring at you whilst smoothing the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand. “now, on my count, you’re gonna putt it, alright.”

“mhm,” you hummed, forcing yourself to look back down at the ball.

“one, two,” you kept your eye strained on the ball. despite the heady scent of his cologne burning through your nostrils more prominently than ever. despite the very foreign, yet also very very welcome, feeling of his hands on you. “three.”

on his count, you putted the ball just as he’d instructed. was it an exaggeration to say you could feel your pupils dilating? reducing your irises to mere rings of color as they followed the movements of the ball?

it rolled into its intended hole with a satisfactory thunk, and you could feel eren shoot you an i told you so gaze so prominent it felt as though it had grown legs and crawled over your back.

you pursed your lacquered lips. “i could’ve done that in my sleep. just distracted, that’s all.”

as the words left your mouth, you became acutely aware of the distance—or lack thereof—between you and this very married man. sucking a sobering breath through your nose, you detangled your hands from his with as little awkwardness to spare as possible.

***

“what the hell are you doing in my house?”

peeling your boots off, you padded into the conversation pit where your manager was sitting. chowing down at a subway sandwich with hardly enough time to breathe between bites.

“i’m your manager.” they said, voice muffled with bread and meat and sauce. “what kinda manager would i be if i didn’t make arbitrary visits?”

“the kind that respects my privacy.” you made a seat for yourself beside them, examining the bag to see what they’d gotten you. “and besides, these visits are never arbitrary. you’ve always got a reason.” meaty, cheesy delight filled your nostrils as you pulled your sandwich from the bag. they had delivered your favorite, and that was enough to hear them out. even if… “usually a bad one.”

“i guess i do.” hange sighed, shaking the ice around in their cup of mountain dew. “so, i’m assuming you know why i’m here.”

chewing like a woman starved, you shook your head. “i’ve got no idea. been on my best behavior.”

“oh, really? well, allow me.” hange gingerly wiped their fingers of sandwich remnants and pulled something from their nearby briefcase.

a magazine. one that had your face on it, which wasn’t anything foreign. although for whatever reason your face was on it must’ve been what had hange in this frenzy.

the headline read, HOLLYWOOD HARLOT MOVES ON TO POLITICIANS accompanied by a photo snapped of you and eren meeting for the first time. locked in what page six would probably call, a steamy gaze. although, what other way was there to describe it? if you hadn’t known any better, you looked like a pair of star crossed lovers separated by war. or something.

“eren jaeger? him? him?” hange’s face was more angry than disappointed, which was good enough in its own right. “out of all the politicians, you sleep with the married one who’s running for president?”

you steadfastly defended, “i didn’t sleep with anybody.” although what you actually did wasn’t much better.

“look at this, (y/n)!” hange jabbed a finger at the image before pushing deep breaths through their nose. “he’s looking at you like he’s never seen a woman before.”

you denied, taking a sip of their mountain dew. “he was starstruck, hange.”

“that’s not what they think.” per usual, hange didn't waste a breath dismissing you. “they think you’ve moved on from sleeping with movie producers to politicians. which is really, really bad.”

“yeah, i’m aware, but still. it’s not true.”

“these people don’t know this. don’t care, either.” hange threw the magazine hazardlessly over your coffee table, pushing their glasses over their hairline. a usual indication of their utmost seriousness. “look, with a little threatening—”

“—threatening?”

“yeah. slander, defamation, whatever charges i could think of. not the point. i got them to scrap the story.”

your head fell atop their shoulder in unimaginable relief, arms releasing tension you didn’t even know was there. “thank—”

“—but, i don’t always know how well that’ll work, so please.”

“please?”

hange took your hands in a vice grip, probably hoping to squeeze some sense into them. “stop making politicians fall in love with you.”

***

21 JULY

did you have him under a spell? there was no way to exactly prove that. but eren exhibited all the signs of a man charmed. yes, charmed. there wasn’t a more perfect way to put it than that. you had charmed him. with your dazzling laugh and your perfect hair and all those funny things you said that made him completely forgo the fact he was running for the highest office in the land.

every day following your little golf excursion, you had made dutiful work at setting up shop in the confines of his head. occupying his every passing thought with the sound of your laugh, embedding his psyche with the memory of your hands in his, rendering him completely oblivious to the wedding band on his finger with just a twinkle of your eye.

no, that last part was on him and him alone.

now, he’d be the first to admit that his marriage to mikasa was a strange one. her parents knew his, and when he met her, he could already kind of tell he was going to marry her. and not in the phony, sappy, hallmark greeting card way, no.

but in the way that meant he was thirty-three, still unmarried, and could see this as his parents’ way of throwing a bride at him. the idea wasn’t all that unappealing. mikasa was beautiful, smart, and quick-witted, and eren could see himself falling in love with her. hell, parts of him had. the little naive ones, but still.

but the little spark was gone. y’know the one that ignited in his belly whenever she kissed him on the cheek? or took his hand in hers? or whispered sweet nothings in his ear? it was gone. he guessed that was a side effect of marrying someone you didn’t really like all that much.

they eventually managed to become two people that lived together and occasionally had sex. some of which was pretty good, all of it in an attempt to get mikasa pregnant at some point later in the year. only five presidents had been childless throughout their term, and eren was unlikely to be the sixth. but he couldn’t speak too soon. his approval ratings told a different story.

still, regardless of whether he loved mikasa or not, eren had a respectable amount of resolve. he wouldn’t step out on his wife because a twenty-something-year old looked at him with eyes that were bespeckled with midas’ touch. no matter how beautiful or funny she was.

so, why was he standing here? here being the middle of his bedroom, staring into his eighty inch TV screen as if it contained the cure for cancer or something.

“do you like it when i touch you here?”

oh. that was why. he’d mindlessly turned on the television as he toweled himself off, not even noticing one of your films had been playing until his ears caught the familiar tone of your laugh. given the recent state of his mind, (and how frequently you occupied it) even a simple laugh was enough to have his neck snapping in the direction of the screen. but it wasn’t any simple laugh.

it was nearly identical to the way you’d laughed during your golfing stint the other way. identical in its coquettish cadence. identical in the way it spilled easily out of your lips.

“mmm, yeah.”

except you weren’t playing golf with the man on screen. you were letting him slide his palm up the expanse of your inner thigh until the skirt of your dress began to crumple and bunch around your upper legs.

you were spreading your legs around the movements of his hand and parting your lips so he could slip his tongue into your mouth. you were pulling him forward by the meat of his biceps, and at the same time, he was taking you into his lap and sliding the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

the camera then cut to a single shot of your face, crumpled with unbridled, purely pornographic pleasure. it wasn’t long before eren found himself enraptured with the sight: your lacquered lips parted to make way for an outpouring of contented sighs. the translucent and nearly invisible pearl of sweat beading at your hairline. the unfocused picture of your hands carding through your companion’s hair.

one could nearly call it a vision.

nearly.

because the next scene was of you again. face sated with contentedness as you stumbled through the throes of slumber, some sort of dream premiering beneath the lids of your eyes.

that was the real vision. a fact eren and his slowly hardening cock could get attested to.

then, mikasa was walking into the room. she glanced at the TV. “isn’t she amazing in this?” she asked, a happy tone accompanying her smile.

“i haven’t really seen it.” eren admitted. he actually had seen a number of your films (three to be exact), but you did have quite a few of them. that wasn’t even including the new one set to premiere in just a couple of weeks. at that thought, eren considered the possibility of calling and congratulating you. an option that was as outlandish as it was stupid.

call you. so he could do…what, exactly? make a fool of himself just for the sake of hearing your voice? though, he wouldn’t consider himself too above that. he had unabashedly flirted with you with his wife less than a mile away. not to mention the erection dimpling the meat of his inner thigh.

and what was more? he was running for president! he wasn’t in his twenties anymore. the days of newborn love and hopeful courting were long behind him and if he planned on being elected, surely it should stay that way.

mikasa slid into bed, her lithe body sheathed in the creamy silk of a nightgown and stretching under the cover of the sheets. “well, you should. it’s some of her best work.”

you’re telling me.

***

eren had ventured back into the bathroom to change into his pajamas. as well as rinse the horniness from his system via splashes of brisk water, an attempt so futile he couldn’t help but scoff at himself.

“we should call her.” mikasa suggested upon eren’s return to their bedroom. “y’know, congratulate her on the movie. maybe have her over for dinner after the primary.”

but eren could tell by the spectacles sitting gingerly over mikasa’s nose and the tell-tale scrawling of her pen in her planner that it was no longer a suggestion. the plan had seeded itself within her mind, and therefore bloomed to fruition in reality. “i’ll have floch set it up, yeah?”

“‘m all for it, honey.” eren murmured, stamping her temple with a kiss as he slid into bed next to her.

***

it was only a few moments later when mikasa set aside her planner and glasses.

“i know how stressful it’s been.” the cold and soft palms of her hands found themselves on eren’s neck, scaling down the planes of his clothed chest and just whispering at the hem of his pants. “with the election and all.”

eren slid a tentative hand around her wrist, head shrouded in rapidly blooming feelings of guilt. “mikasa, what’re you doin’?”

“just wanna help.” she breached past the soft flannel, fingers threading through the soft mount of curls at his base. “will you let me do that, honey?”

mikasa’s fingertips kissed the skin of his inner thigh, and the strangled moan that bubbled from eren’s throat seemed to be affirmative enough for her.

she wrapped her digits around him, breathing out, “see, you’re already so hard. just let me…” a delighted exhale tunneled through her nostrils, eyes brimming with contented triumph as she dealt him that first stroke. “let me make you feel good.”

it had only been a short while when eren let his eyes flutter to a close, and an even shorter while when you began to blanket every thought in his head. he really had no business thinking of you. in fact, that was probably the last thing he needed to do. but god, how he wanted you.

how he wanted you here, sitting above him and handling him just the way he needed. he distantly recalled the way your hands looked the other day—soft and small and barren of any jewelry. how they felt in his hands and how they’d feel around his dick. a hiss whistled through his teeth and the grip he had on mikasa’s hand spasmed.

“tell me how good it feels.” mikasa cooed, taking her other hand and swiftly maneuvering that same grip over to her breast. and eren wasted no time letting the doughy flesh spill between his fingers, feeling her nipple harden beneath the pad of his thumb as hazily kneaded it.

eren just had to screw his eyes a little shut tighter, and it was you. laying above him, holding him in your hands, whispering all those sweet nothings in his ear as you brought him closer and closer to his peak.

and, oh, was he close. so close that all he had to do was think of the way your mouth formed around your laugh, or how good it felt to touch your hands, or the way your lips formed around the words, “mr. governor.”

sparks bursted behind his eyes as he came. shaky breaths wracking his chest and uncharacteristic noises flying from his lips as he rode out his high. all while holding back the urge to call out your name.

while still trying to feasibly pump breaths through his lungs, mikasa took him in a messy kiss. so messy that it would’ve bordered on lazy if she hadn’t mounted herself atop his dampened lap almost immediately after.

“c’mon, honey.” an ecstatic grin broke across her face as she pulled her tank top over her head. “i think tonight may be the night.”

#nikki writes ✶#attack on titan #aot #aot fanfiction #snk #snk fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin eren #shingeki no kyoujin smut #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyojin #eren jeager fanart #eren jaeger fanfiction #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x black reader

692 notes · View notes

kireijae · 2 years

Text

ljn. 16:47pm

pairing: model!jeno x reader

genre: nonidol!au, model!jeno, fluff, hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: reader has Insecurities but i tried not to make it annoying and immature lol, mentions of alcohol, trust issues, allusions to cheating/jealousy but not heavy at all, happy ending because i cannot do sad endings i hate them

a/n: i thought of a timestamp for jeno the hoe finally. it’s based off his nyfw escapades obvi. i also made a sabrina carpenter joke bc i had to but don’t come at me bc i love her and have actually never listened to driver’s license jfjfjd. also ignore the time thing here w flights and shit time isn’t real anyways. aaaaandd no editing bc suck my dick and also it’s over 1k words okay enjoy!

♡‧₊˚ ↴

this was not an ideal time to be grocery shopping. it was the middle of the afternoon on a day that couldn’t decide what season it was in. you’d run out of kimchi and milk. a strange combination. so you’d gone to the small grocery store on the corner of your apartment complex. the sun was bright orange, casting strange rays through the white fluffy clouds.

the grocery store was empty except for the teller and a kid who was obviously skipping school to eat ramen and…cry? understandable honestly.

your outfit was fucked to say the least; an old crop top, faded jeans that were too far gone to be fashionable and the first sneakers you found. you’d only just managed to shower and do all the basic hygiene things. no product in your hair and a star shaped pimple sticker on your right cheek. the previous night had been rough. a party at your friend’s house had turned into comforting another friend during a drunken breakdown as well as a slight cold in the morning due to the combination of freezing night air and your barely-there outfit the night before.

you stood zoning out in front of the dairy section for a few minutes before you heard a voice next to you.

“contemplating the ethics of consuming animal products?” it was jeno. fuck it was jeno.

the guy you’d been talking to. the guy you’d had a crush on since the first day you met him in a shitty club in the middle of seoul. the guy you’d found out was a famous model the night before when you were scrolling through twitter and holding your friend’s hair as she threw up. that jeno.

you huffed out a laugh. “i had a rough night last night.”

“too much to drink?” he questioned.

you looked over at him. his hair held the remnants of gel and hairspray, making it look ruffled up in the best way possible. his face was bare, though the skin around his eyes was red, likely from taking off the makeup he had on the previous day.

“more like not enough,” you replied and reached over to finally grab the milk you’d come to get in the first place. “how was new york?”

he chuckled. “so you don’t text me back but you do stalk me?” his smile nearly pushed his eyes shut, as usual. how had you not guessed he was a model?

you were suddenly overly aware of your appearance. the bright purple jacket you stole from your mom and the orange on your yoga past clashed. the crop top you wore was sagging in random places from a few too many washing cycles. no make up, hair puffier than ever and not in a good way.

“i did not stalk you,” you narrowed your eyes at him, though a guilty tone took over your voice. “i just have the twitter app installed.”

you moved passed him to grab a tub of kimchi from the opposite side of the isle. unfortunately for you, he followed you.

“new york was okay,” he answered nonchalantly. he was much more focused on who was in front of him than he was on the previous night’s work. “i missed your texts though.”

“i was busy—”

“so was i,” he interrupted, “but i waited for you anyways.”

“jeno,” you started, ready to have to break the pathetic news to him.

“is it because i didn’t tell you?” he dropped his head, training his eyes on the tiles beneath him.

“no— though, that didn’t help—”

“i’m sorry,” he said it immediately. as though it was word vomit. “i don’t like to tell people. i’m sort of weird about it i—”

finally you chose to cut him off. “it’s a mixture of things. i’m insecure and i’m needy. i get jealous over random shit even if i know it’s stupid.”

you paused, gathering your thoughts. and jeno stood there waiting for you.

“i just don’t think us taking this any further would be good emotionally— for either of us,” you continued, “it’d hurt me and then i’d hurt you.”

jeno stood there in silence, his gaze finally meeting yours again as he looked up.

“i know you,” he said simply, “we’ve been talking for three months.”

that shocked you. had it really been three months? and you hadn’t known about this huge part of his life?

“i know you,” he said again, “and i’m more than happy to be with you. i don’t care how needy you think you are because i need you more.”

how did he manage to keep shocking you today?

“and i don’t care how jealous you think you can get because i’d only ever think about you,” he continued, but your sigh after his words brought him to a stop again.

“it’s not that i wouldn’t trust you. i would— i do,” you said, your eyebrows were furrowed in pain as you spoke. “i don’t trust my feelings. they don’t follow any sort of logic.”

“of course they do,” he nearly raised his voice. “feelings follow logic even if it’s not yours.”

“so you’re saying i should feel jealous seeing you with that blonde girl?”

“i’m saying that i won’t ever give you a reason to feel that way,” he sounded as if he was pleading with you, “i’m saying you’re all i see, and i’m going to do everything in my power to make you believe that.”

“jeno, that’s not fair to you.”

“in the last three months have you ever felt as though all my attention wasn’t on you?” his eyes were pleading now, too. shining with hope.

you were silent for a moment. you reflected on the time you’d spent talking to jeno and going on unofficial dates with him. meeting his friends, his sister, running errands with him. not once had you felt as if he valued anyone else more than you. it’s one of the biggest reasons you liked him so much. he showed you the same amount of affection you felt for him.

“no,” you answered plainly. you’d given in to what jeno wanted— and what you wanted.

“then let me carry on proving to you how much you mean to me, please,” he took your free hand in his, stroking it with his thumb.

you nodded your head, suddenly unable to meet his eyes.

“c’mon,” he pulled you to his chest and wrapped his arms around you. his scent was fresh and comforting. you closed your eyes as he held you, letting his presence flood your mind. “let me pay for this and we can go watch a movie at my place. i have a lot of funny stories from last night if you want to hear.”

you lifted your head and placed your chin on jeno’s chest, looking up at him. “what kind of stories?”

“well, most of them involve me barely understanding a word of english.”

♡‧₊˚

#jeno x reader #jeno imagines #jeno fluff #jeno angst #jeno scenarios #jeno drabbles #lee jeno #jeno #nct dream #nct #jeno x y/n #jeno oneshot #lee jeno x reader #lee jeno imagines

699 notes · View notes

spicywhenspeaking · 3 months

Text

If I'm There: Chapter Twenty-One

when you realize the significance of the monkey (∩˃о˂∩)♡

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

word count: 3.6k , edited by me ....soooo if you see something spelt wrong no you didn't.

taglist : @lma1986 @cookiesupplier @notingridslurkaccount @blackveilomens @thisbicc @laurpartyprogram @concretenoah @thebadchic @jessitpwk @madomens @samanthasgone @myownthoughts12

I picked up Erin from Ashely’s house at around 10 am the following morning. I don’t think anything will ever compare to her seeing me and running with excitement into my arms for a big hug. I just hope she still feels that way later today when I tell her about Noah.

“I missed you Mom!” she calls out and I pick her up and swing us around in a circle. “Oh my sweet girl, I missed you so much!” I tell her and kiss all over her cheeks and the top of her head. We finish gathering her things and thank Ashely and her mom again before we eventually get into the car and head off to begin our girls’ day. “So nails first or food? How are you feeling?” I ask as I turn on the radio and begin backing out of the driveway.

“FOOD! Please! We only had cereal for breakfast and you know I need more than that.” I laugh because I know exactly that. My girl can eat! “Okay, so first food and then nails!” I say, then reach over to turn up the radio when I hear “Dancing Queen” by ABBA come on. We sing our hearts out on the drive to our favorite breakfast spot near our house. We sit in our regular corner booth by the back window. I order a coffee and a full stack of pancakes with eggs and bacon. Erin orders an orange juice and the same amount of food and I know she’ll finish it all. She recaps me on the last two days and all the fun she had with her friend, “but I missed you and Hales a lot. I’m happy to be back home now.” she says stuffing a huge piece of pancake into her mouth. “I’m happy you’re home too little bug, but why don't you take smaller bites? I don’t need you choking thirty minutes after getting you back.” She smiles with her mouth full of food, “okay” her muffled voice comes out and I can’t help but laugh.

With breakfast finished the two of us head to the nail salon and I decide we should really pamper ourselves and we get the deluxe mani/pedi package. The salon I like plays old MTV music videos on big TVs all around the room. The sound of Paramore while my feet soak in the soothing heat and the massage chair digs into my back puts me into a state of complete relaxation and I find my mind wandering. Stuck on a moment from the night before, Noah and I sitting together on the couch and our almost kiss. If things were different, if we lived in an alternate universe and it wasn’t ten years later I would have closed the distance and would have let myself be sucked into his gravity. He has everything he wants now, his music, his band, it’s what he left to find ten years ago.

I look over at Eric who’s set the chair to the back-patting setting that has her voice bouncing “Ah, ah, ah, m-o-o-m, d-o-o-o I s-o-u-n-d w-e-i-r-d.” the smile that breaks across my face is full of love as I take in the beautiful girl in front of me. “You sound perfect baby,” I say and ruffle her hair softly. The rest of our appointment goes by in a relaxing daze. We laugh while Erin tells me about her last two days. We finish up and I mentally prepare myself for the conversation we are about to have. I am going to tell her about Noah. I just hope she doesn’t hate me afterward.

We get back to the house and she rushes into her room to unload her dirty clothes and reunite with the stuffed animals she had to leave behind. “Fluffy! I never want to be separated again!” I hear her exclaim from outside of her room. Before talking to her I head into my room and open my closet door, I’m looking for a certain shoe box. “Where the hell is it?” I ask myself, “Ah ha!” It’s nestled deep into the corner hiding under the Carhart hoodie I borrowed from Haylie who stole it from who knows. I take a deep breath and lift the lid of the box. On top are several photos of me and Noah, some of the two of us, and Nicholas as well. Wadded up in a tight ball is the Bring Me The Horizon shift Noah gave me all those years ago. There’s also a CD, some random ticket stubs, drawings, and more pictures at the bottom. I decide to just take the whole box and head towards Erin’s room.

Knocking on the door I hear a soft, “Come in!” I walk into her room and see that she’s decided today is the day she’s going to reorganize her bookshelf.

“Hey sweety, can I talk to you about something?” I ask and try to hide the nervousness in my voice. “Umm yeah, is everything okay? You sound weird.” So I didn’t do a great job at hiding it. “Yes, everything is okay. There’s just something that I need to talk to you about. Something important.”

Two lines appear between her eyebrows and her face contorts in confusion. “Is this an I can keep working and listening important or do I need to sit next to you on the bed?” she asks and I pat a spot next to me on the bed to wordlessly answer her question. “Oof, okay,” she whispers out and climbs next to me on her bed.

“You remember how I told you that I got pregnant when I was still in high school but my boyfriend and I had already broken up?” she continues looking at me with confusion all over her face but nods slightly, “Yeah, I remember. You said you two never saw each other again.” I take her hand and smile, trying to fight the tears in my eyes.

I open the box and hand her a picture of Noah and I. “His name is Noah. This is your father.” She takes the photo and looks back and forth between me and and younger version in the photo. “You look so different,” she says and I huff a laugh. “Yeah, that’s what growing up will do to you.”

“Where is he?” she asks quietly looking up at me. “Well, he’s actually in town for a few days if you would like to meet him.”

“Where has he been?” she asks and that takes me off guard. I struggle with what to say, not wanting to keep anything from her but also not wanting to upset her. “He’s been in Los Angeles. That’s where he works.”

“What does he do?”

“He’s in a band, playing music, and sings all around the world.”

“Hm,” she says and I’m not sure what she’s thinking.

“So he didn’t want me?” and there it is. The knife in my heart makes it hard to keep the food down from earlier but I push through, remaining strong.

“Oh no sweety, that’s not true at all. He didn’t know for so long. It’s very complicated adult stuff. Things that took me a long time to understand myself” I try to explain to her.

“Will you tell me when I’m older the complicated stuff?”

“Of course baby, I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know about him.”

“Is he nice?” Erin asks in a quiet shy voice, “Do you think he would like me?”

I wrap her up in my arms and squeeze her tightly, “he is very nice and he will like you very much I promise.” I run my hand down her head, soothing her soft brown hair.”Does that mean you’d like to meet him?”

The air is still in the room as Erin takes time to think. Her small face scrunched in concentration. “I think I would like to meet him, yes. But are things going to change? My friend Brody’s parents don’t live together and he goes to his dad’s house every other weekend. Do I have to do that now?” I pull her closer until my head is resting on top of hers. “Nothing will change without you making that decision. Right now, we take things one step at a time.” she nods her head and wraps her arms as tight as she can around me.

“Would you be interested in meeting him tomorrow? He will be leaving again soon with his band so we won’t see him again for a few weeks. I can tell him we can wait if you’d be more comfortable.” I’m also definitely scheduling an earlier therapy appointment for her this week. Her head remains buried in my side while she takes everything in. I am giving her all the time she needs to process, so if she wants to wait until he’s more available I don’t blame her.

“I think I would like to meet him. But what if you just invited him over here? So I can show him my stuff and maybe he will like me even more?”

I move back so I can take her small face into my hands. “I can do that but I need to to listen to me now, there is no one on this planet that could possibly not like you Erin Howlston and I know for a fact that he will love you so much because you are you and you are perfect,” I emphasize my point my giving her cheeks a little squeeze. “But you have to think that because you’re my mom.” she quips through pursed lips. “And he’s your father, so by your logic, he must also think that,” I argue back and I see her eyes turned down slightly in the corner.

“But he made you sad right? That’s why you broke up when you were in high school. I don’t want him to make you sad again.” My heart swells. While I drop an atomic bomb of information about her life she’s worried about my feelings. I must be doing something right with this whole parenting thing.

“Sweetie, that was a long time ago. My heart is all better now and I’m not sad anymore. I am so so so unbelievably happy with our life. With you and Aunt Haliey, Uncle Kyle and Aunt Mags, and little Natasha. I think Noah is a very good person and he wants to be in your life because he cares about you. Even without having met you.” She gives me a small smile and hugs me again.” okay, I want to meet him. You said tomorrow right?” she looks up at me with her deep brown eyes that have always been just like his. “Tomorrow it is. I will give him a call later today, but what do you want to do now? Play? We could watch a movie? Or draw together?”

Quickly detangling from my arms she races to pick up her paper and stretching pencils, “Drawing please! I need help with the cat I’m drawing.”

We spend the next few hours drawing together on her bedroom floor laughing and listening to music. For Christmas last year she asked for a Google Mini so she could ask it to play music whenever she wanted. Now we are listening to “The Very Best Of Otis Redding”. When she was a baby I listened to it all the time. I used to sing “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” while rocking her to sleep. Sometimes I walk by her room and she is listening to it while reading or playing with her toys and it reminds me of holding her when she was so little and how she would hold my finger so tightly.

I feel the tug of guilt in my gut about Noah having missed those moments but force it down, there’s nothing that can be done about the past but we can create new memories with the three of us together. Even if Noah and I aren’t together we can be the two parents that Erin needs. Maybe we can even be friends.

Later, once Erin wanted time alone to play with her toys I went into my room to call Noah. I haven’t been able to talk to Haylie about any of this yet, she woke up late with a hangover and had to run out of the house for the day to meet with her editor to talk about her next book release.

I close my door most of the way, only keeping a small sliver open in case Erin calls out for me. I sit on the edge of my bed and hit the green call button on my new Noah contact page, It rings a few times before I hear the sound of him picking up on the other end.

Hey! Natty, how are you doing? How’s it going?

Hi Noah, things are good. How are you?

There’s rustling in the background of his call, “oohh is that Natalie??” I hear who I think is Folio.

Yes, shush…not you Nat! You don’t have to shush. Sorry, Folio is being an idiot.

I’m good, just working on some new remixes for our deluxe album.

I just finished talking with Erin and she suggested I invite you over tomorrow to meet. Is that okay?

Tomorrow sounds great! What time is good for you two?

How does 12:30 work? I can order us sandwiches from the sub shop in town, Erin’s favorite.

Perfect, 12:30 is perfect. Thank you so much, Natty. I won’t let you down again. I promise.

I try not to blush like a preteen at the way his voice goes almost breathless as he makes his promise to me.

Um. so I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye!

I try to rush off the phone as fast as possible before I let myself word-vomit anything stupid.

Bye Natty, I’ll see you tomorrow, looking forward to seeing you and meeting Erin.

A few minutes I hear Haylie unlock the door and head into the house and she calls out like she did the night before. “Honeys!! I’m home!” she calls from the front room. “Hey Hales!” Erin and I both call out.

Before I have the chance to call down to her to come up so I can relay everything that’s happened since we separated after the concert, she is racing up the stairs taking two at a time. She swings my door open, stepping into my room with a huge face-splitting smile on her face. “Sooo?? How did it go?” she asks moving closer into my room and creating the same small gap in the door before sitting down next to me on the bed. “Well, before I drunkenly barged in. sorry about that. That Folio knows how to throw them back, he’s pretty hot don’t you think?”

She has this twinkle in her eye when she says it and I laugh and roll my eyes at her. “It went well, he was a little upset at first which I wasn’t surprised by. He cried I cried, it was very emotional. He wants to meet her and then stay in Austin during their break in between tour dates.” As I recant my mind whirls and everything hits me more than I expected. “He said that he wanted this life with me, wanted the family and the happiness and the love that he should have fought harder for me, should have never let me go.” I try to keep my voice steady but I can feel my throat getting thick with emotion. Haylie wraps her arm around me and remains quiet while I continue telling her all about what happened. “And then when I was showing him pictures in her baby book there was this moment..” I slowly trail off and she pops forward and her eyes widen in surprise.

“What kind of moment?” she asks in a voice that goes all jelly-like and I manage to look slightly shameful before I tell her. That I so easily folded in his presence is borderline embarrassing, just shows how powerful his hold is still over my heart. But right now I can’t think with my heart, now is the time to think with my brain. While also considering Erin’s heart.

“We might have almost kissed,” I tell her while I bury my face in my hands. “OH MY GOD! NATALIE !” she shrieks and I quickly throw my hands over her mouth. “Shush! Haliey oh my god, Erin will hear you!” and just like that I hear her little voice calling from down the hall, “everything okay in there?” she asks. “Yes!” “Everthing is fine!” we answer in unison and I think she retreats back into her room.

“You almost kissed him! How? What did he say? Did he lean in? How did he act after the almost kiss,” she shoots out the questions in a rapid-fire succession and I rub the sides of my temples before answering her. “Um. I guess he was kind of leaning in, he was doing that thing you know. When a guy looks between your eyes and your lips. I felt so weak. Oh my god, I almost kissed him, and then the book fell and I remembered what we were doing and why he was there and I felt so stupid.”

“You are NOT stupid! There were a lot of emotions flowing, you hadn’t had a moment alone with him in years and it’s not like when you broke up you two weren’t completely and totally in love with each other. It’s not like those feelings just go away.” she says while rubbing up and down along my back.

“I just can’t do that with him, It’s not a good idea for the two of us to do anything that could jepordize Erin’s happiness.” I nod to myself, wiping one of my hands down my face and then raking them through my hair. Haliey and I flop backwards onto the pillows while I finish catching her up on everything that happened, including my conversation with Erin and then my phone call with Noah right before she got home.

“You want me to clear out tomorrow so y’all have some privacy?” she asks and I balk at the thought. “No way! I would never ask you to leave your own house. Plus, you’re such an important person in Erin’s life, I’m sure she would also want you here.”

The three of us spend the rest of our evening lounging in the living room watching TV in our pajamas. We make homemade pizzas and cookies for dinner together in the kitchen while singing along to Disney’s greatest hits. We end the night all cuddled together on the couch watching Erin’s favorite movie “The Secret Life of Arrietty” and when she falls asleep I carry her up the stairs into her room and deposit her into her bed. I gently kiss her forehead and turn on her glowing nightlight before closing the door and heading back to help Haylie finish cleaning the kitchen.

The next day is quickly upon us and I nervously watch the clock ticking away as we get closer and closer to 12:30. I picked up the subs a few minutes ago so hopefully Noah isn’t late. No one likes a soggy sub.

Just seconds before the second-hand crosses over the 12 on the clock there is a knock on the door that causes me to jump straight out of my seat. Haylie laughs at me as she rubs my shoulders walking past and into her room. She told Erin that if she needed her at any time to just barge in and get her. I walk towards the door and Erin suddenly looks very nervous and gets up to hide behind my back. “Are you okay baby?” I ask her quietly before answering the door. She nods her head against my back and whispers, “Yes, I’m fine.” she gripping the back of my jeans but I think if she didn’t want to do this anymore she would say something, she’s just nervous. Hell, I’m nervous.

I open the door and Noah is standing there with a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a stuffed monkey in the other. “Hi,” he says in a soft and nervous voice. I return his greeting with a warm smile. “Come on in” I open the door wider so he can come in and Erin scoots along with me not quite ready to reveal herself. “How are you doing?” he asks and hands the flowers over to me, “these are for you.” He gestures to the monkey, “And this is for Erin.” she peaks her head out from behind me and looks up towards Noah and the monkey. “That’s for me?” she asks quietly. Noah crouches down to be at her eye level and hands out the toy to her. “Yes, this is for you. Do you like monkeys?” He asks and I see a small smile appear on her face. “I do like monkeys. I saw some at the zoo a few days ago with my friend Ashely.” She holds out her hand to accept the offering. “Hi Erin.” he says with a warm smile, “I’m Noah, it’s very nice to meet you?” She slowly eases out from behind me and is now standing beside me and at eye level with Noah, still crouched. “It’s nice to meet you too. Even though you made my mom sad.”

Oh, Jesus, this is going to be an interesting afternoon.

Next chapter

#noah sebastian #noahsebastian #Noah Sebastian smut #noah sebastian x ofc #Noah Sebastian angst #Noah Sebastian fluff #bad omens fluff #bad omen smut #bad omen fanfiction #bad omen fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens rpf #bad omens smut #noah sebastian fic #lf Im there noah #rpf fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

50 notes · View notes

missmungoe · 7 months

Text

Editing the update for Bind Me to the Tide (Shanks x Makino Soulmate/Shared Pain AU), which has somehow become two chapters. ETA this week, but in the meantime, have a snippet, because Luffy is giving me a lot of feelings in this fic:

It became a routine, as the days of their stay lengthened to weeks—he’d be up with the sunrise, the first one through her doors, and the last to retire, his heart as light as her laughter, which Shanks spent most of his days looking for ways to coax out. And aside from the initial excitement surrounding their arrival, the following days were mostly uneventful. Peaceful, and without any notable incidents involving windmills or sharp objects.

With one exception.

The sniffling was making it hard to hold the needle steady, and, “Sit still,” Shanks said gently, angling his chin a bit.

Bottom lip sucked between his teeth, Luffy held his breath.

His look softened, and, “I’m not going to scold you,” Shanks said, as he continued stitching the cut in his cheek. It was a good thing the knife had missed his eye. “I’ve done more reckless things with a knife when I was your age. But speaking from experience, you should treat yourself with more care, if not for your own sake, then for your soulmate’s.”

Luffy sniffled, but, “My soulmate?” he asked.

“Everyone’s got one, right?” Shanks asked, with a smile that recalled his self-assured declaration, weeks ago now. “So even if you’re the one who's hurt, someone else will have felt it, too. And the stitches.”

It was punctuated by the needle piercing his skin, but Luffy seemed to have found a distraction in the topic of soulmates.

Focused on stitching the cut, Shanks didn’t ask, but then it was a private matter, even without counting the fact that he was talking to a six-year-old, but then, “I feel them,” Luffy said, and with a grin, “They get hurt a lot.”

His own smile was startled, but then it couldn’t be serious injuries if he sounded so delighted about it. “Maybe they’re a little hooligan like you, getting into fights.”

Luffy seemed delighted by this prospect. “Yesterday, it hurt here,” he said, pointing at his front tooth, his voice muffled as he said, “Like shomething phfell out.”

“They might have lost a tooth," Shanks said. "It happens at your age.”

Horrified eyes stared up at him, as Luffy asked, distressed, “Do they come back?”

He chuckled, “Yes." And with a look, “But only once. When you’re fully grown and you take a few too many punches, you’ll end up with gaps in your teeth. This is why I don’t fight with my fists; it would be a crime to ruin these pearly whites. Although there are some pirates who exchange them with gold.”

Luffy’s eyes rounded, his horror exchanged with delight. “Gold?”

Realising that he might have made a mistake, “If anyone asks, I did not put this idea in your head,” Shanks said.

Grinning, Luffy didn't seem to find any cause for concern. At least he wasn’t thinking about the stitches.

He was quiet for a beat, as Shanks continued, before he touched his chest, over his heart. “Sometimes it hurts here.”

His smile tilting, “Yeah,” Shanks said, gently. “Mine does that sometimes, too.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Pain isn’t just from cuts and bruises.”

He absorbed this, but then, “I like it,” Luffy said, smiling. “Having a soulmate.”

“Yeah?” Shanks asked. He was focusing on the stitches, but then he was trying to make it so it wouldn’t scar too much.

“Mm,” Luffy said. “I don't feel alone when I feel them.”

It hit him so hard he had to pause what he was doing, but looking at Luffy only found him smiling.

He didn’t reach for the bond, or Makino where she was in the storeroom doing inventory. And he’d been lucky, growing up, never lacking in company, but like the little boy on the barstool beside his, he thought about the little girl who’d grown up here, and wondered if there’d been a time, before Teach, and before she’d been so afraid, where she’d thought of him that way, not as a burden but as a companion.

“Can you have more than one?” Luffy asked then, as he resumed stitching the cut.

“Soulmate?” Shanks asked, and when he nodded, “I haven’t heard of it happening. For most people, feeling one person’s pain is more than enough.”

Luffy grinned, undaunted by this. “I’d have more if I could!”

“Yeah?” he chucked. “How many?”

He thought about it, before he declared, “Ten!”

Shaking his head, although his grin couldn’t be helped. This kid...

“That’s a whole crew,” Shanks said.

Luffy’s eyes widened, before he grinned and said, fiercely, “Even if I can’t have ten, I’m still gonna try.”

“Try?”

Luffy nodded, and said, “To feel when they’re hurt.”

His hands stilled, but then he hadn’t been prepared for that, although Luffy didn’t seem aware of the profundity behind that simple statement, but then for him, it probably was that simple.

“That,” Shanks said, with a rough chuckle, and saw him wince as he pulled the needle through, “Sounds like something a captain would say.” And with a smile, “But you’ll have to toughen up,” he said. “Can’t cry at every little pinch if you’re going to share the pain of your whole crew.”

It was punctuated by him snipping the thread, and, “All done,” Shanks said, tilting his chin to inspect it. “It’ll scar, but it shouldn’t be too bad.” Smiling, he lifted his brows. "Your soulmates might even recognise you when they see it.”

He realised what he’d said a second too late, but Luffy only looked emboldened by this.

Those wide eyes lifted to his own scars then, as he asked him, “Where’s your soulmate, Shanks?”

As though the Fates had been listening, Makino returned from the storeroom, her smile softening as she came up to the counter where they were sitting, reaching for Luffy’s chin as she inspected the stitches. She was standing between their barstools; this close, Shanks could count the pale freckles on her shoulders where the sleeves of her blouse bared them. She wore a new bodice today, sunflower yellow with wildflowers embroidered along the laces, the dark red petals bringing out the brandy in her eyes.

Turning towards him dragged his eyes up from her waist, as Makino said, “You’ve done this before.”

He might have felt a little ridiculous for his own reaction if he hadn't been so arrested by the gentle admiration on her face, and grinning, he waved his fingers. “Steady hands. Well, unless I’m drinking, but in which case I really shouldn’t be holding a needle to anyone's face.”

He saw her eyes darting to them, before she quickly looked away, and clearing her throat, “Hungry?” she asked Luffy, running her fingers through his hair. “I could make your favourite. Nothing heals a hurt like a good meal.”

“You’ve been spending too much time around Lucky,” Shanks said, and saw her grin where it lifted her cheeks.

Bouncing off his barstool, his stitches already forgotten, “Food!” Luffy cheered.

“You can keep the captain company while I cook,” Makino said, a smile thrown his way. “If he doesn’t mind.”

“Always happy to have good company,” Shanks said, with a wink at Luffy, who’d climbed back onto the barstool. "And someone ought to keep this little troublemaker in check. Not me, but someone. I say we get into a bit more trouble, eh, Luffy?"

Eyes round, "What kind of trouble?" Luffy asked.

"Oh I'm sure we'll find something," Shanks said. "Always some trouble to be found, even in little ports like this."

Looking at Makino found her watching him, her eyes holding something that made him pause, although before he could inspect it, she'd blinked it away, and with a flustered smile, excused herself.

Shanks watched as she made her way to the kitchen, a last glance offered over her shoulder to him before she disappeared through the doors, leaving him by the bar with Luffy, and a feeling that had grown progressively harder to ignore, despite his continued attempts.

He wondered if it was his imagination, and that he was just seeing what he wanted in her reactions. And he didn’t consider himself a delusional man when it came to attraction—he was aware of what he looked like, and hadn’t exactly been lacking in attention where that was concerned. Even Makino had conceded, if only by prim omission, that she found him visually pleasing, which would have been all the encouragement he’d need, usually.

But attraction couldn’t always be helped, and it didn’t mean she’d welcome anything more. And given how comfortable she was around him now, he didn’t want to fuck it up by crossing a line there was no coming back from.

Even if the way she looked at him sometimes made him wonder if she would mind crossing it.

“Shanks?”

“Hm?”

“Why do babies hurt?”

He blinked, and turning his head found Luffy watching him expectantly. “What?”

“Yasopp was telling Ma-chan that it hurt when Usopp was born,” Luffy said, cocking his head. “Why? What happens?”

Shanks stared at him, his train of thought derailed so thoroughly, he had nothing to offer, and so only managed a very articulate, “Uuuuh.”

“Oh, and what’s a cervix?”

“Uuuuuuuuuh.”

“And what does ‘tearing’ mean?”

“Hey, do you want to play a round of bartop hockey?”

#Shanks x Makino #Shanks #Red-Haired Shanks #Akagami no Shanks #Luffy #Monkey D. Luffy #One Piece Makino #Makino #Shanks/Makino #Red-Haired Shanks x Makino #opfanfic #One Piece fanfic #One Piece #mungoe writes #Soulmate AU

63 notes · View notes

rainybraindays · 4 months

Text

I don't like making posts like this, I don't like opening my blog up for people to come and harrass me but oh my god, why does the fandom allow posts like this to get away unscathed?

You don’t have to like Marina. I'll never claim that. You can like or dislike whoever you want.

But I do wonder, if Marina was played by a white woman would we get nearly as many posts like this? Would everyone be as okay with it? Would we have been so quiet about the fact that Ruby Barker was harrassed for this role? Or would there be way more people defending her? Would she suddenly be sympathetic when now shes not?

Why are we all so okay with taking this character with a nuanced story, put in a horrible situation with almost no options and turning her into a villian?

Like did we watch the same show? Did you miss the bit where she doesn't want to find a husband at all and only starts when she thinks shes been abandoned, which she only believes because she gets a forged letter saying she was? Did you not see Portia slap her? Did you not also watch a man old enough to be her grandfather being forced on her?

Lying to Colin wasn't okay, I'm not defending that, but literally tell me what her options were?

The man she loves is dead, but she doesn't even know that she thinks he abandoned her, so she can't reasonably assume Phillip will take responsibility when his brother won't. The only people Portias interested in introducing to her are those she wouldn't introduce to her own daughters. She can't reasonably think Colin will be open to her as a wife since shes pregnant becausethats not the norm. But Colin is, he says he would have married her even knowing. And Colin also doesn't view Marina as a villian, in season two hes sad yeah, but he’s also guilty because he doesn't think she deserved what happened.

This is a nuanced messy situation but no one wants to look at that.

Like you all make it very clear you view her as a whore, because she did a very normal thing and had sex. You all view her as a manipulative snake of a person, when if she was even the Whistledown article wouldn't have been a stop for her because she would have tried to get out of it. You conveniently forget that she almost killed herself in an attempt to abort her children because of her mistreatment post Whistledown article because that takes away from the idea you've concocted that shes some villainous bitch.

But then you turn around and want Penelope to have sexual knowledge that she realistically wouldn't and canonically doesn’t. You praise her for her Whistledown work even though it keeps hurting people she loves and shes lying about doing it.

This is weird, posting about how you can't wait for a character to die, and how you hope the death is - lets be honest here- humiliating, is a bizarre thing to do.

Its even more bizarre to do that, tag the character, and then also tag two ships that really the post really isn't about.

Like why is Polin tagged? Because they're both mentioned? This isn't a polin moment. You don’t talk about them at all in the meat of the post. Why is Philoise tagged? Because she's an 'obstacle' for them? They haven't even met, they aren't mentioned at all, they have nothing to do with this.

And on top of tagging these things you say "don't try and defend her to me" which why would we you clearly wouldn't listen. You follow that with saying "If you like her you probably suck" and claim to have tagged this as anti marina when you didn't. You put this in her main tag and then added "death to marina".

Theres no respect to your peers in the fandom, and clear disrespect to people who do like this character and are actually willing to engage with the character beyond fanon portrayal. Because thats what this is its not even taking her at face value anymore.

You wonder why people dislike this fandom, specifically the polin side of it, and do things like this. We as a community need to improve because stuff like this isn't uncommon, this is just one of the most blatant I've seen.

I'm going to be entirely honest if you follow quotegirl19, or don't see the issues with Marinas portrayal and treatment by the fandom this is not the blog for you.

#rainy talks #yeah I bit the bullet but i feel abit better #bridgerton #marina thompson #colin bridgerton #Penelope Featherington #I'm only tagging them because they're metioned rather prominently (which is how you actually use tags)#polin #for the same reason as stated above #I'm not tagging philoise though I don't think its important enough #marinas treatment in this fandom reeks of racism and misogyny

43 notes · View notes

babiestmunson · 2 years

Text

fireside

18+ only, minors please dni

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Harrington Twin (yes because I'm obsessed with the idea)

Summary: After getting caught at your house by your brother, you find yourself going for the first time to Eddie's trailer. What happens when Eddie ask you to try to be friends? (3k+)

Warnings: 18+ please no minors, smut, vaginal penetration, safe sex, oral (m receiving) dirty talk, fingering. Let me know if I'm missing something.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut, hopefully it won't be so generic lmao i would really like to do a second part i already have the idea so if you'd like it too let me know

This is bullshit. Eddie thought at the sight of the number of pictures that showed a perfect and loving family, the four of them had matching outfits, the difference was that the children's outfits were a little more juvenile.

They were that kind of family, businessman dad, entrepreneur mom, jock son, and cheerleader daughter. The parents raised their children to be king and queen, with perfect grades and perfect life practically in their pockets. But he knew the truth behind their perfect white smiles. Mr. and Mrs. Harrington were absent parents, Steve was a bully who barely graduated and didn't get into college, and YN, sweet princess YN wasn't as innocent as they thought. In fact, she was always begging Eddie to fuck her until she couldn't walk, that’s right, their sweet princess was more promiscuous than any parent wants it, and Eddie was there to please her whenever she desired it. What would mom and dad think about their little girl begging the freak to fuck her brains out?

It was a normal routine for you two, you'd call him letting him know that your parents were, again, not home and he'd sneak through the window at the first sign of Steve being gone. You could spend hours teasing the other until the urge of him being inside you was so strong, that you'd let him rip your clothes, hence the reason you were running out of panties. Today was no exception, he was waiting for you to put on a new lingerie set to "spice things up" leaving him outside your room wondering in the hall where many pictures were displayed.

“Well, this is new” YN was standing at the door of her room looking like the hottest version of herself. It was an all-black lace set with a matching robe, her breast looking magnificent as ever. Eddie didn’t know much about fabrics, but it sure looked expensive. “Gotta say, I’m very pleased with the new style but I like it better how you look in a good old pastel pink”.

He’s closer now, taking small steps to corner you between the wall. The scent of his cheap cologne was all over you. He looks at you, eyes darting your eyes before they settle on your lips. His fingers traced random patterns on your arm, all without taking his eyes off you, but you were looking at his fingers.

“You got nice hands Munson”

“Think so princess?” Eddie softly touches your bottom lip to make with his thumb, he loved how his rings contrasted the delicate features of your face. “Guitarist's fingers”

“And you’re gonna show me what other things you can do with them?”

With that he brings a hand up to tilt your hand back and kisses you eagerly, hands finding purchase on each side of his neck, giving him a little tug. His hands now gripped at your hips, pulling you more against him. Slowly he slips a hand under the soft fabric of your robe to caress your thigh. He sucks on your bottom lip, teeth grazing it and making you moan.

“I fell asleep! I was just leaving” Steve was about to make a full statement about why he was in the house when he realized that was not the point.

“Oh dear lord!” Steve suddenly is standing outside his room doing his best to cover his eyes. You don’t have time to think but Eddie quickly covers you with his jacket since the robe you’re wearing is everything but covering.

“What the hell are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at Robbin’s!”

“Eddie you have to go” you start to shove him down the stairs.

“Like hell he is” Steve interrupts you and grabs Eddie by his shoulders “You’re gonna explain yourself freak”

“Jesus, Steve let him go”

“Why don’t I leave, this seems like a twin problem so…”

“Yes!”

“No! I can’t believe you’re with him I thought you had someone from college coming to visit you”

“Ok, no together it’s just a casual thing” Eddie clarifies.

“Like that’s better, is he the reason you’re dropping out?” Eddie looks at you confused, your thing if you could call it that way was so casual, he didn’t know what college you were attending or what was your major. He just learned you had a middle name.

“No! Steve, please shut up. I’m sorry Eddie but you have to go. I’ll go change and then we’ll talk ok Stevs?” your brother softens up when he hears his nickname. You only used that pet name when something is bother you.

“Fine”

“Well this was lovely, see you around Stevie” before he leaves, Eddie grabs your face to kiss you, an aggressive kiss with his tongue quickly moving against yours. He pulls off and with his breath still like crazy, Eddie grabs your ass and winks at you before waving goodbye to Steve who was speechless.

It's saturday and you couldn’t imagine a worse-case scenario, you'd been in your car for fifteen minutes waiting to see Eddie. Already a couple of people gave you strange looks, you weren't a stranger to the town's community, your dad used you as his perfect angel when he ran for mayor, thank god he lose. So what was Harrington's angel doing in the trailer park on a Saturday? You didn't know which one was Eddie’s trailer so a miracle was what you were expecting. Am I going too far just for being horny? Yes I am. And he is worth it.

When the clock indicated that you'd been waiting twenty minutes, your hopes were on the ground but, one of the doors opened, Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler got out of the trailer followed by Eddie; he said goodbye to them and got back in immediately. Now you were packing at the thought that the boys might see you, Dustin especially since he was close, really close, with your brother, what were you going to tell them? That you're just passing by when you're supposed to be in college?

"Great" you spotted their bikes just close enough to your car, there was no way they wouldn't see you. And they did.

"YN? What are you doing here?" Dustin was the first one to approach you, he was confused but so happy to see you, his smile always warmed your heart. "Needed a break from the city?"

"Oh yeah, a break of course"

"I wish Steve would told me, my mom's been dying to show you her new apple pie recipe"

"I'll go see her if I can don't worry" your hands kept on the weil.

"Great! So I'll see you around?"

"Wait, what are you doing here specifically?" Damn Mike, you were so close to being done with them.

"That's none of your business Mike let's go. Please don't go without saying goodbye"

"I won't, take care kiddos"

When you no longer see them on the road, it was time to get out of the car and look for Eddie. The closest you were, the louder the music was, it was absurd to think that a human being could enjoy music at such level, but common decency wasn't the reason you were looking for Eddie. You knock like your life depended on the matter unsure if he was going to hear you.

Eddie heard the first two knocks and willingly ignore them but at the third one, he suspected someone was at the door. He made an imaginary list of people who could be looking for him: maybe someone his uncle, or him, owed money to. Or Dustin even, sure he just left but that boy was annoying. After the fourth knock, he did the logical thing: look through the window. To his surprise, YN Harrington was standing outside his trailer, she was so annoyed, he could see it in her face. Arms crossed, tapping furiously and rolling her eyes every five seconds or so. This is gonna be sooo much fun.

"What a surprise, what's this princess doing so far from her castle?"

"Let me in?" Your annoyed voice turns him on right away, he steps aside, hands behind him like a good boy. You got in and started to check the place.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Eddie sits on his couch like he is in a throne, with his arms on his knees and a playful smile.

"I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to say I'm sorry for the awkwardness that happened last time" he can notice that suddenly you’re nervous and vulnerable. But not vulnerable as in defenseless, vulnerable in a shy kind of way.

“I see… you know? You didn’t have to but I’m glad you came because I can see your nipples through your shirt.” He gets up from the couch and gets closer to you, he knew damn well what you were doing in his place. But you loved to tease him.

“Then maybe I came for you to care of them”

He tugged you toward him with the hand he already had in your hair, your nose pressing against his cheek as he moved to whisper in your ear. “You know what you came for”

It was no secret you were a big fan of the way he handled you. Just his hand alone had a gush of arousal pooling between your legs, you squeezed your thighs together, urging yourself to keep your composure. It was useless because he noticed. His smirk was hidden but you knew he was doing it. Eddie’s strong arm wrapped around your waist, lifting your body and sitting you up on the table with little to no effort. A hand pushed the hem of your skirt up your thighs, eyes dropping to the newly exposed skin.

“No panties?” The tip of his fingers traveled up your thigh and he was pressing himself closer. You could feel how hard he was against your skin.

“They tend to get in the way” Eddie snarled, staring up at you with fire in his eyes. With his hand in your hair, he pulled you from the table and onto your knees. You are now faced to face with his solid bulge at the front of his pants. On instinct, you were reaching your hands forward. Quick with undoing his belt and lowering the zipper of his ripped jeans. He watched in amusement, but you were too driven by the thought of having him in your mouth, so you chose to ignore it.

Leaning forward you prepared yourself to swallow his length. just as your lips wrapped around the tip, his hand was batting yours away, taking control of his cock. It wasn’t long before you were struggling, jaw aching from being slack open for so wide around him. He was moving too slowly, searching for a proper pace that he liked, sliding deeper with each movement. You tried the best you could to swallow all he was giving you, hands bracing on his thighs as you slowly tried to move your head.

“Oh, fuck!” Heavy breaths left through his nose, the hand that once held your mouth open gripping the table behind you. He watched you were furrowed brows, the tip of his tongue rubbing against his lower lip before he was chewing down on the skin and God, he looked so good.

“That feel good?” You spoke after pulling off of him, licking gently against his length. He nodded, the quiet noises leaving his lips surprising you.

“So good, baby.” He complimented and you grinned, leaning down again. It was no secret between you two how much you enjoyed having his cock down your throat, you could feel yourself growing wetter as the seconds ticked by. He held you there, thrusting forward shallowly. You were so glad the distance this position warranted, knowing only embarrassment would come from his knowledge of how wet you were right now.

Your eyes landed on his throbbing dick, just inches from your face, unbelievably hard, and wet with a mixture of your spit and his pre-cum. You leaned forward, mouth open, ready to swallow him down again. The sound of Eddie’s chuckle stopped your actions, his hand in your hair lifting you onto your feet. Standing face to face, he looked at you with the softest of expressions. You wanted so badly to drop back to your knees, just so he’d stop looking at you like that. There were already too many emotions floating around this room. His thumb brushed under your eye, wiping some of the smeared makeup from your skin. If you knew him any better, you would’ve guessed that he’d say something sappy. Something that could be considered romantic in the slightest bit. But you didn't know him in that way.

Eddie’s grip fell from your hair to the side of your face, holding you still as he covered your mouth with his. Your breath caught in your throat. His hands were dropping shoving your skirt further up your legs until your ass was on full display. Hands groping and kneading the flesh, pulling a whimper from your lips.

“I want to fuck you tonight. Will you let me?” His words were murmured against your lips, he had only pulled back a few centimeters to speak. Nevertheless, you were understanding him, nodding your head at his words… a happy giggle leaving your lips. He smiled, dropping a gentle kiss on your lips before he was lifting your body off the floor. You were in a position of vulnerability, he knew the kind of control he had over you, nevertheless, he'd ask every time for your consent, even if you were already naked in front of him.

Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders. Quickly, he was tucking himself back into his jeans before leading you out of the living room and into his bedroom.

Your body bounced as he dropped you onto his bed. His hands grabbed the neck of the collar of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head.

“Move up,” He ordered, watching you as his hand dipping into his boxers. Oddly, that’s when it hit you. You barely knew Eddie. The little facts you knew about him were in majority rumors or puzzle pieces put it together from what Dustin had told you and what you share in between fucks.

“Move up. I want to eat you out,” He repeated. There just had to be some rules if, after months, this was going to keep going. It was only a quick fuck. Acquaintances hooked up because it was easier, not because there was any interest in starting up something. He moved to hover over you when you remained silent too long. His elbows pressed down at either side of your head, his clothed cock pressing against your wet pussy.

He planted wet kisses against your skin, licking a wet stripe toward your ear, before nibbling at the lobe. You felt his cock jump against your thigh. He ground his hips into yours, sinking his teeth into the skin of your neck. You gasped, head rolling back as you reached up to grip his back. He stuck his tongue out, soothing the skin his teeth had just irritated. You moaned. Eddie lifted his body to kneel on his knees. You watched as he pulled his cock from his boxers, stroking it a few times. The skin glistened still and he was harder than before. A bead of cum rolled down the side and your mouth watered; your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Do you have a condom?” Confusion took over his features as he stared down at you. You usually fucked at your place, every break from college and even before that, he was always at your house. Not the other way around and especially if you showed up by surprise. So, he didn’t quite know where the condoms at his place were because he has a spare at your room.

"I guess they have to be where my goods are right?" His urge helped him to find them quickly and in a fast move he got exactly where he was. His fingers were dropping down, toying with your clit slowly. Your face melted into a twist of pleasure, soft moans leaving your lips. He smirked, loving how easily he could turn you to putty. Eyes finding yours, your jaw dropped as he began to push his way past your fold; bottoming out. You groaned.

“You should’ve let me prep you.” He spoke in an annoyed tone and you rolled your eyes.

“Not the time” Eddie laughed, his hand reaching between your body, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow eights into the wet nub.

His head dropped back into your neck, wet kisses landing on your clammy skin. He nibbled and sucked at the skin, making sure to keep his hips still as he toyed with your clit. You could feel yourself slowly starting to loosen up and Eddie was quick to pick up on that, dragging his hips back before pushing all the way in.

“G-god!” You squealed and he grinned. He loved when you swore.

All at once he was dropping his body onto yours, surprising you with the sloppy way he captured your lips into a kiss. The feeling of how quickly your mouth reacted to him, distracting him from all the comments that were begging to slip through his lips. His reeling mind calmed as you kissed him, your hand reaching up to grasp his jaw.

“F-fuck! Eddie…” Your voice trailed off, not being able to finish the sentence that hung on your lips. Eddie had his head tilted down, watching as your swollen wet pussy swallowed his hard cock. He was able to slide deeper inside of you with your leg up like this, your head was spinning. Leg muscles screaming from being bent so far back, but the feeling between your legs was too good to lose.

The only thing that could be heard throughout the room was the sound of skin slapping and the squelch of your wet pussy, taking him in. If it were any other guy, you would’ve been embarrassed about how wet you were, the way it dropped down your thighs shamelessly. His hand was dropping down between your legs, the tips of his fingers quick to find your clit. You whimpered, trying to spread your legs wider than they already were. The grin on Eddie’s face didn’t go unnoticed as he started to rub fast circles onto your clit.

“Wish you could see how precious you look right now. Just for me,” He mumbled the last part, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

He was close. You could tell from the way he wasn’t moving so quickly anymore. His focus now on getting you to your finish before him. It was like he knew you were at your edge, all you needed was just a few brushes of his fingers and some strong thrusts and you were falling apart. He watched as you unraveled, hips lifting and bucking without your accord.

Loud screams of his name fell from your lips and he loved the sound of it. Eddie wasn’t far behind you, fucking into you a few more times before wrapping your legs tight around his waist. He pressed his body tight against yours as he released into the condom, grunts, and groans of praise for you leaving his lips.

"How's that for spicing things up uh?" it amazed you how calmed he sounded while you were still trying to breathe normally. You were exhausted, never really realized how lucky you were he was always down to go to your place, right now you only wanted to sleep but you gotta go home for that. No way you’re gonna fall asleep without Ronald, your stuffed koala. “Can I ask you something?”

“I guess so” you turned to face Eddie, he was putting his boxers back on. “I can’t walk to my car anyways”

“Are you really dropping out of college?” he put special emphasis on really, making you notice that he didn’t believe it.

“I am”

“Why?”

“None of your business”

“I just think is brave” his eyes looked so dreamy. You had sex for him for a reason, he was an attractive guy with a high sex appeal, but other than finding him sexy you never stopped and just admire his features for a second. He was staring at the ceiling with an arm behind his head and under the pillow. “Like, you had all you wanted your whole life and now you’re challenging your parents? Why?”

His side profile was beautiful, his long lashes covered his eyes like a frame and his nose was really cute. He also had soft cheeks, the kind of cheeks you want to bite. With his free hand, he looks for your fingers and starts to play with them, you felt his big rings on your skin, the moment was becoming intimate.

“We’re not doing this” you jumped off the bed, changing as fast as you can and ignoring the confused boy on the bed.

“Doing what? I just asked you something”

“I said it before, it’s none of your business” you were putting your bra when you saw him getting changed too. “We don’t need to do this”

“Oh I see, sorry for trying to get to know the girl I’ve been fucking since last year, how inconsiderate of me to see you as more than a quick fuck”

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend Eddie”

“Then you’re in luck 'cause you’re not my type doll” you knew it was wrong, but seeing him so annoyed made him look more attractive. Eddie was known as a silly dramatic guy, and now he was displeased, angry even. “Can’t we at least be friendly?”

“That’s a recipe for disaster”

“I like disasters princess”

His curly, dark hair brushed against his eyebrows, tempting you to touch and play with it. Getting to know Eddie never crossed your mind, you only see him as someone to release your desires. Maybe he was right, maybe not but you were unsure of it. And both ways could end in chaos, there was too much at risk, for starters, your parents were already disappointed in you and if someone went to them with the gossip of you befriending a boy they wouldn’t approve terrified you. His big baby cow eyes never stopped following you, with all your clothes on, you were already at the door, your mind all over the place. Just as you turned to leave, he caught your wrist making stand in front of him.

“You’ve trusted me to worship your body, can’t you trust that my intentions about being just friends are real?”

“Ok” what’s all you said. At this point there was no escape, you’ll have to learn to befriend someone like Eddie, something inside you knew it was a bad idea, a chaotic kind of idea, because you weren’t sure if you wanted to be his friend for real, or you were only doing it because he full field your desires like no one else. After all, friends can make the best lovers.

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie smut

417 notes · View notes

dykedvonte · 24 days

Note

Thoughts on Benny + The Followers of the Apocalypse?

Idk if you want them separate or together so I’ll give you a little of both.

I personally don’t care for portraying Benny as suicidally arrogant and pathetic. He’s a lot more capable than people in the fandom give him credit for and should def read and take his All Roads characterization into heart as it is canon. I think a lot of it stems from all the other major players and factions being so much more intimidating and equal to the player by the time you reach him and the general goofy aspect of his character like the slang and that god awful suit but he’s truly a force. He cons people, is capable in a fight and is not afraid of getting his hands dirty, he just doesn’t do things that could get him killed if he doesn’t. It’s only when the Courier gets involved that he starts facing repercussions for anything. It’s funny but I wish more peeps focused on his underlying aspects like the fact he is prideful and has a temper but at the same time isn’t belligerent. He goes on benders according to Swank so he really isn’t above all the “missing the tribal days” syndrome all the other Chairmen have. It’s something that always plagues me when I like a popular or well known character in fandom cause they always get dumbed down and it cuts out a lot of the stuff I like to focus on. It doesn’t help that I feel a lot of people treat him like he’s the worst character morally when like random side quest NPCs have definitely done worse than him to you and general on a good day.

For the followers, they are one of my favorite factions despite not being a consequential faction. They had a lot cut from them such as a quest line that had you expose Caesar by revealing all his ancient Roman shit was a farce as he learned it from his time in the Followers and not from Mars (a big reason Caesar has a kill on sight order for followers members or people who reveal they are educated) and just more agency. I think it’s funny they are so close to Vegas while standing against all it represents but I understand why they wouldn’t like it as so many people struggle with addiction and abuse in the Mojave due to how much it sucks to be there. I feel like if you had the option to incorporate them into an independent Vegas or NCR option in a major way they’d do wonders for the future of the Mojave since they universally just want to make living easier and healthier. They are a bunch of pills but they don’t let that get in the way of their goals. I also enjoy how they make anyone who is helpful or just lost a follower (a cut quest lets Rotface join if you encourage him to be better and he’s actually happier for it!!!). I wish we got more random follower NPCs and encampments but New Vegas barely can function with all it has already so I get why their stuff was cut but man does it suck. I think I’d be a follower if I was in the Mojave.

As for Benny AND the Followers? I think Benny appreciates them as a former Boot Rider and tribal. They help those in need and I feel like there’s unspoken solidarity between raiders/tribals and the followers as they likely got healed a lot. If Benny had the power I feel like he’d make them a part of Vegas as like a thank you because y’know, the honor and loyalty is a big part of Chairmen culture past and present. After Emily ehh…. as long as she doesn’t bring it up. They probably wouldn’t accept due to it being Vegas but Benny is just like an annoying old friend to the followers. He’s probably stopped by on his many escapades trying to overthrow House and they tolerate him as a useful in/tie to Vegas power dynamics. He’d make a shitty doctor and most Followers have shit poker faces.

#I have strong opinions on fandom interpretations and I often don’t reblog a lot of material outside my own stuff #or follow a lot of fandom blogs cause it will literally make me leave a fandom if fanon is unbearable to me like #I try to interpret characters pretty close to canon unless it’s in a shit post #Benny would hump and dump before he like fell love with anyone realistically but that’s the fun part #of creating the situation where he would rather than changing him to fit a desire #fallout #fallout new vegas #benny gecko #benny fnv #followers of the apocalypse #ask #anon

22 notes · View notes

daisychainsandbowties · 10 months

Note

Tomb Raider AU: without a radio on her, Ava tries to leave messages to Bea.

She can't leave any clues on how to actually find her, since there's over a hundred people with bad intentions looking for her and only one Bea, but she still spends a significant amount of her time trying to create little tokens of significance from basic survival gear, the junk she finds on the island, and the few personal possessions she has left.

She can't say "find me here," but she can say "I'm still alive, don't give up," and if she can somehow find the right combination of symbols and hidden meanings in the private language they share between them, maybe she can even manage "I love you."

(And then all she can do is pray Bea will find some of them *while* she's still alive.)

ava with her bow and her arrows and her improvised crutches untangling an old parachute from a tree, winding up all the strings and separating them from the ruined harness. she tries to ignore the traces of blood on the many straps and buckles.

she's good at that now, stepping past the blood.

it takes her an hour to rig the big rippling expanse of half-shredded parachute, letting the strings trail from the bottom and attaching some pieces of wood to the ends, as anchors.

first, ava sets it down on the forest floor, takes out the sharpie she always kept in her back pocket, mainly so she could write “lilith sucks my dick” on every possible wall and/or countertop back on the ship. cap between her teeth, legs twinging but letting her kneel without too much protest.

she’s been leaving messages on walls, picking the driest sections, using sharpie and deer blood to write out vague messages. just in case.

she saw the flare go up over the radio tower, but it could have been anyone. never mind that the streak of reddish fire made her stumble, looking at the comet-tail shape like Odysseus looking at the shore.

it was beautiful, but that doesn't mean it was her.

beatrice could be dead, washed up in the surf and picked over by crabs, birds, wolves.

there’s no reason to think she isn’t, except that ava’s not sure what she’s fighting for out here, if it’s not to get back to bea.

to the way she’d sit on her bed and offer one earphone to ava, scrolling through her playlists with a deft flick of the thumb. how she’d fall asleep over her books and put her boots up on the bed.

her secret stash of cookies and protein bars for when it was lilith’s turn to cook.

ava was just as bad, dumping plain tomato sauce onto spaghetti and then burning it to the bottom of the enormous pot, but bea always turned up to eat.

“you don’t have to pretend it’s good, just to make me feel better.”

bea, shrugging, “no i-i like it.”

she has to believe that beatrice is alive, because no one else would understand the messages she's scattered in her wake

‘miss your mint oreos <3’ and ‘i can’t believe you still listen to dubstep’

‘lilith sucks my dick’

this time, ava has a plan. she takes out her sharpie, writing in big broad strokes. the parachute ripples in the wind, trying to tug out from under her.

when she’s finished, she wraps the whole thing up into a careful ball and sticks it into her backpack. it’s bea’s - plain and black and mended in a couple of places. she stitches like a pro.

ava carries it up as high as she can climb, to a cliff with an old tori gate or something sticking out at the end. there’s a view from here down through forest, all the way to the ocean.

she smooths out the parachute, careful not to let it catch the wind. kneels down with it and presses her lips against the fabric, “please let her see this.”

and then, holding one side of the gate for support, legs sore and shaky from the climb, ava casts her line out over the island.

the strings whistle through her hands as she stands, waiting until she feel the ghost of an enormous tug before letting the little blocks of wood on the end fall through her hands. they’re not heavy, but they’re enough.

the parachute holds shape, whipping out over the forest, showing its message huge and bright against the morning sky.

hey bea, it reads. i’m alive

#tomb raider au #this is destroying me... thank you #avatrice

79 notes · View notes

whoahoney · 1 year

Text

Not the Babysitter Pt. 4

Steve Harrington x SingleMom!Reader

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3

Summary: Steve falls in love with a single mother and her young daughter

CW: SMUT (body worship, praise -good girl, p in v, cream pie, titty play, fingering, oral-m receiving, multiple orgasms), insecure reader (body image) Steve can’t shut up during sex, fluff, love confession, lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: this concludes this little series! But I’m not done with them lol, I will take one shot requests for this little universe if anyone would like to send them in 🤍 thank you all so much for reading, liking, sharing, and commenting! I can’t believe how many people enjoy my obscure daydreams. Every interaction warms my heart and makes my day 🥺💖🫶🏻

💖 Likes and reblogs are always appreciated 💖

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When Steve made it to her room, he leaned over the foot of the bed to lay her back before connecting their lips again. He crawled over her like a predator as she backed up to the headboard, his warm body already caging her in. Steve could hardly contain his smile as he started working at her clothes like gift wrapping. Y/n’s heart practically rattled inside her chest at the mere thought of seeing Steve, let alone touching him. But then she remembered he’d see her too.

Before he could get too far, Y/n lifted the hem of his shirt, which he absolutely loved and obliged with a smile; stripping it off and throwing it carelessly across the room. “C’mere, pretty…” he whispered as he pulled her by the waist to press her to his bare chest.

He leaned back down into her kiss, her hands caressing his neck, trailing down to roam his chest and back up over his freckled shoulders. Steve inched a hand under her shirt, melting at the silky expanse of her lower back. Before he could slip his hand around to the front of her, she caught his wrist, breaking the kiss and sending panic through Steve.

“What is it? Do you—“ Steve started, withdrawing his hand and sitting up, Y/n following him and grabbing his hands before he could go too far. “No, no, no, it isn’t you—I didn’t mean to stop you.” She shook her head before he relaxed and leaned back over her with questions in his eyes.

“Then what’s wrong? If you’re having second thoughts we don’t have to. ” He dipped his face down, touching his nose to hers assuringly, “We can take things slow.”

“It’s not that, it’s just... I haven’t been… physically intimate with anyone since I had Sara, so its… a little unnerving. Especially when you look the way you do.” She looked away from Steve, loathing herself for ruining the moment.

“What do you mean?” He cocked his head, his honey eyes soft and set with concern. He waited patiently above her, no plans to move until she told him to.

“I mean, I have a wrinkly pouch where she used to live,” she put a hand to the lower part of her stomach, feeling the loose doughy skin squish between her fingers, “my skin looks like I’ve been mauled in several places—not to mention my tits have literally had the life sucked out of them. I don’t look like a 20 year old girl is supposed to, Steve. It’s embarrassing.” She closed her eyes this time, hiding the best she could. “And you—king Steve— have probably had a lot better than—“

“Y/n, baby, look at me.” He pleaded quietly, tenderly holding her cheek. She hesitantly opened her eyes and leaned into his palm. “You do realize you’ve made a whole person, right?” He asked without waiting for an answer. “You also realize that this,” he slowly pushed up the hem of her shirt to expose the soft skin of her stomach—stopping it right under her breasts, then curled his fingers over the waist of her shorts and panties, looking to her tentatively; waiting for her to stop him.

When she didn’t, he undid and pulled down one side of her shorts to see her waist and hip, slowly caressing the curve with his hand flat against her. “This is the body of a woman. A certifiable—” He kisses her lips wetly, sliding his hand underneath her to feel the rest of her back and grinding down onto her front softly. “—mother I’d love to fuck.” He chuckled against her lips when he felt her smile.

“Since I first saw you I wanted to bury my face right here—“ he pressed his hand flat against her stomach below her belly button, “—and lick you til you’re begging me to go lower.” He whispered, stroking a loopy pattern on her skin with his thumb as he leaned in for another sweet and juicy kiss, taking her lips between his.

He pulled back before she could moan, “I think it’s sexy that you’re a good mom, I don’t know how else to explain it,” her hand found his hair when he pulled her in for another soft yet desperate kiss, “You’re caring, and real, and beautiful, and… you make me feel so good.” He groaned and devoured her neck as he rutted against her. Y/n grew wet at the praise, her breathing deepening. “You’ve ruined all other women for me, you know that?“ He panted into her. “You’re it for me, honey.”

She froze again, her breath catching as she thought. She realized this was it, she didn’t have to hold back from him anymore—she’d given him every reason any other guy had chosen to leave, and yet those same reasons are why Steve has stuck around.

Because he’s Steve, and whether that meant he was perfect for Y/n or perfect in general, it didn’t matter — because it felt like he was just for her.

She tilted her chin up for another kiss, licking into his mouth and exploring his bare body further until she needed to rid herself of her shirt and bra before she lost her nerve, not caring to unclasp it and stripping it off over her head with her shirt before letting Steve pull her bottoms the rest of the way off.

There she lay, bare and naked underneath him. Steve sat back on his heels for a moment; his hands rubbing up and down her legs at first and then up and over her hips and chest, making her gasp softly and reach for his belt loops to pull him closer. “Hold on, I’m looking…” he whispered reverently, his breath heavy and eyes wide, darting all across her body as his hands roamed and made himself familiar with the textures of her skin and contours of her perfect body.

“Baby, you’re so soft…” He whispered as he lowered his face to her chest, kissing her sternum wetly. “And you smell so sweet!” He practically whined as he resumed his affections and returned to her neck, planting hungry kisses along her collarbones and throat which sent her into hysteric giggles and moans for him.

“Fuck! Th-that tickles.” She managed.

Steve smirked at the reaction and started grinding his denim clad crotch onto her bare cunt until she could only cry for him to come closer.

“Stevie, c’mere.” She mumbled against him as she sat up to his height on her knees. She undid his pants, taking care to rub his cock achingly slow through his boxers until she pulled desperate whines from his lips and sent his hips thrusting into her hand, then stripped the layers off for good.

His hands snaked around her waist and down to her ass to grab it in handfuls, grunting softly against her neck in a kiss. “Fuck you’re so sexy.” She tilted her head, surrendering to his touch—to his love. Y/n’s hands slid up through his chest hair to run her fingernails down against the back of his neck, which almost made him shudder, saving himself with a careful sigh as he caught her almost smug face.

“Hey.” He said, calling her attention back to him.

She looked back up at him and smiled when she saw that same dazed puppy look she always found set on her, and then he leaned in and kissed her deep and sweet.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered urgently, willing her to believe him.

“So are you.” She answered, and knew he meant it.

Y/n daringly reached down between them to stroke him again, admiring the length and thickness of his shaft, the sensation bringing his kisses to a halt as she pulled a moan from him. “Sit back,” She whispered to him with satisfaction.

He immediately obliged and sat back, leaning on his elbows behind him toward the end of the bed. Y/n situated herself between his legs, her hands on either side of his hips. “You’ve been so good to me, honey,” She preened before hooking her arm under his leg to prop it up a bit and kissing the inside of his thigh, the sight and feeling sending an electric pulse to his core.

“Can I thank you?” She whispered against his hip before spending a sloppy kiss there and wrapping her fingers around his dick to pump it slowly.

Steve’s breathing grew deep and unsteady, nodding his head feverishly. Y/n wasted no time and started a slow and wet strip up the bottom of his shaft and suckling the slit when she got to the tip, Steve’s eyes never leaving her the whole time.

She wrapped her lips around his head, as if it were a tootsie pop from the bank. Steve’s hands found her hair, gathering it for her while she took care of him. Y/n spat on her hand and gently massaged his balls before sliding her mouth over his member again to bob up and down fluidly, setting a brutal pace from the start.

Steve jumped and started spewing strings of praise at the pleasure, “Oh, baby, that’s it. You’re so good, such a good girl for me.” while she did her best to fit it all without choking.

Y/n went as far down as she could, using her hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit down at the base. Steve mewled at the feeling, his hips involuntarily bucking towards her face.

This didn’t faze Y/n the way Steve feared it would. Instead she used one hand to push down on his hip, her nails pressing crescent indentions into his skin, which only made him pulse at the tip.

“—Stopstopstop!” He urged through heavy breathing. Y/n jerked back, her eyes wide with the fear that she did something wrong. He smiled at her panicked eyes and pulled her closer, her face held in his hands, starting sweet kisses at her jaw before speaking, “As much as I love feeling your mouth, I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been dreaming of other things,” He said it against her skin like it wouldn’t send her spiraling.

He pulled her flush against his chest, greeting her closeness with another kiss, “Can I have it?” Steve whispered sensually in her ear before cupping her sex, making her shudder and whine at the sudden pressure. She ground her hips against his fingers that waited at her opening. He let her use him for a minute, watching down with starry blown out eyes and a dumbstruck look on his face.

“I wanna hear it, baby.” He urged, slipping a finger into her folds to start slow circles around her clit.

“Yes, yeah, just keep doing that, Steve, please.” She whined, clinging to him desperately.

“You like it when I touch you here?” He asked, pressing down on her heat.

Y/n’s words caught in her throat, only able to give an “Mhm.” and a nod. Steve hastily flipped them over, “I know, baby you’re soaked.” He mumbled against her lips in a kiss. She reached out for his cock, ripping a gasp from his lips as she dragged it through her wet folds and nudging her clit with him. He followed her silent instruction and brought a hand up to play with her pebbled nipple, which sent her over the edge in no time.

She didn’t realize how close she was to the orgasm until it hit her, the warmth rushing through her body, forcing her brow into a crinkle as ungodly sounds left her and she gyrated against him ravenously. Steve watched the whole time as she came undone, a wriggling mess against him, her pretty noises sending more pleasure to his cock.

Y/n came down from the high, panting softly against his neck while he kissed up her jaw and to her ear. “You’re so hot, using me like that,” pulling another involuntary whine from her lips as he kissed her. “Think you can do it on my dick this time?” He asked, guiding her back over his lap.

Y/n nodded eagerly with a heavy lidded smile, “Ridings my favorite.” She bit her lip at Steve’s enthusiastic reaction, his cock tensing at her words. “D-do you have condoms?” He asked, seriousness flooding his voice, praying they wouldn’t have to stop here.

Y/n scoffed and pushed Steve down by his chest to fully recline. “I’m on the pill, pretty boy. S’that okay?” She asked, Steve nodding before she was even done asking, “Besides, I’m allergic to latex. That’s kind of how I ended up with a kid in the first place.” She joked before sliding down onto him, the sudden warmth and pressure of his dick bottoming out in one go had him practically busting, her hot and silky walls clenching around him as she began rocking.

“—Don’t move for a sec, holy shit.” He panted, hands holding her hips in place. His grip sat tight enough to leave a couple bruises, not that Y/n minded. She couldn’t help but grin at how pathetic he looked underneath her; absolute putty in her hands. She subtly rocked her hips, ever so discreetly, keeping the warm, burning ache at bay as she sat on him. “You’re so wet—fuck!—and warm, baby.”

After a moment, Steve collected himself and opened his eyes to look at her fully comfortable and perched on top of him, patiently waiting for his say-so. “You ready?” She whispered, leaning close to his face and allowing her hands to rest on his chest and shoulder. Steve nodded quickly before pulling her into another kiss.

Y/n quickly found her rhythm bouncing on Steve’s cock, the friction between their bodies sending Steve to the moon, his heart beat so fast he thought it may explode but he really didn’t care.

Profanities spilled from him as he reached peak pleasure inside of her, “Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yes! Oh shit.” He exclaimed, his eyes screwed shut with strain. Steve moved her hips in time with his final thrusts, taking care to grind her clit down on his mound until she was a breathless mess all over again, mewling his name.

“Steve! Steve, I’m gonna cum,”

“Cum for me, pretty girl—wanna feel it.” He said, looking up at her, reaching a hand up to squeeze her breast while she fucked herself on his dick; still hard inside. Y/n’s eyes fell closed as Steve began slamming up into her, the added movement to her effort practically beating against her cervix, forcing out tumbling wanton moans with every thrust

Her head fell back as she ground her cunt back and forth again, feeling his hands grip her doughy hips and move her himself—hitting that delectable, filling place inside of her. He loved the noises she made for him; it made him feel special in the same way he made her feel chosen.

Steve decided to feed into her pleasure by showering her with more praises; “M’pretty girl takes my cock so well, you’re so good, Y/n, so fucking good.” He said, his voice louder than before, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Y/n’s movements slowed the more cock drunk she became, her eyes glossy and desperate and blown out and set on him which delighted Steve immensely. “C’mere, let me take care of you.” He whispered and flipped them back over to rest her on her pillows at the head of the bed, crawling back on top of her and bringing her leg up and over his shoulder. He stroked the area right above her knee as he slid back in with ease.

His hand flew to her clit before he started thrusting again, rubbing her sex slowly. “You like that?” Steve asked, planting a kiss next to her knee. Y/n whined pathetically and nodded, desperate for another release. “Does your tummy hurt?” He asked in false commiseration and leaned down closer to her; making the angle even more delectable.

She nodded vigorously, a euphoric sob escaping her lips at the thought of the pressure growing in her stomach. “I’m gonna make it feel better, okay?” He cooed against her lips as he began to thrust faster and play with the slick around her clit.

Y/n opened her eyes to look at him, his watching hers in awe. “Cum for me, baby, let me have it, huh?” He pleaded as if she was doing him a favor, like she couldn’t do anything better than to give him one more orgasm.

His incessant pleas were the last of her undoing, the knot snapping in her stomach, the ecstasy washing over her in pulsing waves as she cried out for him one last time.

Steve embraced her and pulled her into his chest, stroking the length of her back and mussing her hair to the side to expose one side of her neck. He planted a saccharine kiss in the crook of her shoulder, a tired smile worn by both of them.

“I was right,” Steve said through fast and deep breaths. Y/n pulled up enough to see his face and shoot him a questioning look. “You’ve ruined all other women for me.” He said with a shrug and pecked her forehead before getting up and fetching a towel.

Y/n, feeling like a puddle of a human being, splayed on top of her sheets, her heart still pounding and pussy still swollen, wondering if this is real life. She raise her head off the bed, craning her neck to look into the bathroom, admiring his naked body that rivaled ancient art while he cleaned himself.

Steve walked back to her, a fresh towel in hand and hearts shining in his eyes at the woman he so admired—loved, even.

“Here, let me?” he offered the towel in front of her leaking cunt, looking to her before touching. She nodded, biting back a shy smile, not used to the courtesies she’s been shown this evening.

When he was done, Steve tossed the towel on the floor, and didn’t hesitate to lean back down and plant kisses all over her face and neck, holding her hands in his against the pillow. The only sounds that came from them were giggles and smooches, ignoring the feeling of their skin adhering together from the sheen coating them.

Steve flopped down next to her, his hands pulling her onto his chest and stroking her back and tangling her hair between his fingers. “You’re incredible.” He breathed, a smile unwavering from his face.

“Me? What about you?? No one’s ever made me feel like that before.” She beamed at him from his chest. Steve brought a hand lightly down the back of her head, running her hair underneath his fingers. “Yeah, well, I can say the same thing.” He said with that earnest look in his eye from before.

She buried her nose in his neck, taking in his natural scent—sticky with the sex they shared and remnants of lingering cologne and her soap. She didn’t want to close her eyes yet, finding it hard to stop staring at any part of him.

So she didn’t.

She traced his being with her eyes as discreetly as she could. She loved his chest, how broad and strong it felt beneath her hands, how soft and warm he kept her as he held her firmly in his arms like he wouldn’t let her get away even if she wanted to.

While she was counting the amount of freckles and moles sprinkled across his torso, she felt his his breaths get longer, and heard the quietest snore slip from his gaping lips. She tilted her chin up to assess his profile, his eyes were closed, his skin still glowing from the filmy sheen clinging to both of them, the tousled strands of hair that fell over his forehead looked so effortlessly beautiful it made her almost jealous of him.

And then she remembered he was hers, and that made up for it.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

They shared a lazy morning in bed, Steve waking first to find himself somewhere unfamiliar, and then he felt the tickle of her hair at his shoulder and neck. He smiled to himself, a deep inhale to stifle a yawn while he stretched roused her sleeping body. She lulled her head over to him and rolled closer to his side.

“G’morning.” He mumbled, hoping his breath wasn’t as rancid as he worried it was.

She opened her eyes and smiled at his quiet greeting and stretched her legs with a quiet groan, pushing her chest into his side as she did. “Good morning, pretty boy.” She sighed and buried her nails in his hair, combing it away from his face, giving him a little head scratch that sent him reeling.

“Mmm, I could get used to this,” He mumbled as he rolled towards her, “that’s the stuff. Keep ‘em comin’” He requested as his eyes fell back closed.

She chuckled adoringly and obliged him until she got lost in his beauty again. As her ministrations slowed, he could feel her gaze on him. He peeked towards her to find her eyes on him. Their noses were mere inches apart, but not for long until Steve leaned forward and pressed the first of many morning kisses to her lips.

When Y/n’s mom dropped Sara off, the two were more than ready to see her. They were so caught up in each other and the idea of Sara coming home that they didn’t even think about Steve meeting Ms. L/n.

“Mommy! Steeb!” Sara yelled as she ran through the front door. Y/n expected Sara to run to her as she always did, but quickly found the little girl veering to the left and into Steve’s waiting embrace. Y/n watched on with a gaping mouth before she turned to look at her mom doing the same.

“Oh! Mom, this is—“

“—Hi, Steve Harrington, it’s such a pleasure to meet you.” He said brightly with an extended hand, Sara perched in his other arm with an unrelenting squeeze around his neck and shoulders.

Ms. L/n looked at Y/n with an approving smile, “The pleasure is mine, Steve, I have heard so much about you from the girls—“

“—Okay, Mom, that’s enough—How are you gonna give Steeb all the loves?!” She asked Sara incredulously. The little girl giggled madly and hid the best she could into Steve’s neck. Y/n peeked over Steve’s shoulder menacingly, but not before he could turn Sara away from her, using himself as a shield, “She chose me!” He insisted.

“Sara Jane! Give your mama a kiss.” Y/n jokingly ordered. Sara peeked over his shoulder and leaned towards her mom. Steve moved Sara closer to Y/n, smiling when he watched their matching sets of lips meet for a tender greeting and a loud mmmwuah. Sara smiled with her tiny square teeth, their placement a mirror of her mother’s.

“I missed you, baby.” Y/n said to Sara, carding a tender hand through the silky hair atop her little girl’s head. “I watched Jem!” Is all she said back.

Y/n’s mom didn’t miss for a second the way Steve looked at both of her little loves, completely enthralled in the way they interacted with each other, drinking in their voices and shared giggles.

Ms. L/n had never been a fan of Sara’s father, more relieved than anything when she found out he wouldn’t be involved. She was skeptical when she found out her daughter was seeing someone again, wondering how long it would be this time before he decided it was all too much, but it had been months.

The more she heard about this Steeb character, the more she worried it was too good to be true. Sara was older now, would she get hurt when the time came? It made her sick.

But seeing them here, now, the way Steve tended to Sara, how his eyes glossed and crinkled at the corners with a smile as he looked at Y/n, she could see they were headed to a beautiful place.

After Nana left, Sara showed Y/n and Steve a picture she drew while she was away; a picture of the three of them at the diner. “She even got my hair right!” He pointed to the brown blob atop the stick figures head. Y/n chuckled and took in the details, settled on Steve’s lap after Sara was asleep in her bed.

“And the blueberry syrup!” She pointed out the blue jar next to his plate on the crayola table. Steve chuckled and pointed at it, “Oh my god, she did! How does she remember all of this?” He asked in awe.

“Cause you take us there all the time.” She answered with a smile, her own heart melting at her words. Steve always wanted to go do something all together, and he always had the best ideas about what to do with Sara, lots of times running into other young families at their trips to the park, aquarium, and, museum, the innumerable restaurants, and baseball games they’d been to in the last months.

With each week that passed, Sara had grown more accustomed to Steve’s presence in her life, knowing she could count on an adventure every weekend, knowing his car when they took it places, preferring his lap instead of the couch when they were at home, insisting on his presence at dance class, knowing which snacks he liked at the store and more recently beginning to catch on that Steve would be over for dinner and be waiting for her at the table in the morning for breakfast.

This evening in particular, Y/n stood with Sara propped on her hip as she carefully peeked in the oven at the pie they’d made special for their favorite guy.

Steve had yet to arrive, his drive taking longer due to a shower at his place and grabbing clothes to take over. His room was a mess, having hardly been home in the past month, but he always had clean clothes since Y/n offered to wash and dry his them each visit. He made the last minute decision to stop at the grocery store on his way and grab a couple bundles of flowers for the girls.

The previous week, they’d taken Sara to Indianapolis to see the flower fields and had to remind her constantly that she couldn’t pick them, much to her dismay.

So Steve thought he’d bring her some of her own.

Y/n stood at the Victrola in the living room, picking through records to queue up for the evening. Sara loved music, disco being her favorite genre at the moment.

“Dance party!” She said, her outstretched arms and grabby fingers focused on the record in her mothers hands.

“Slow your roll, I’m putting it on, you can’t touch the needle til you’re taller, remember?”

Sara huffed, momentarily whiny before the front door opened, Steve stepping inside with the bundles he purchased. “Hidey hey hidey ho, ladies! How are my favorite girls?” He smiled as Sara embraced his leg and Y/n greeted him with a chaste peck on the lips.

“Stevie, what are those?” Y/n asked, finally taking notice of the flowers laying in his arms as if he were the winner of a beauty pageant.

“Oh, these old things?” He joked, holding the bundles out to her, “I saw these and figured I’d get you guys some flowers—especially after the flower fields, thought maybe she’d like to have some of her own.” He shrugged as if it were a no-brainer.

As if anyone would think to do that for her.

Y/n’s eyes prickled with tears, a tight and genuinely happy smile on her face trying to mask the utter joy and heartbreak she was experiencing at the same time.

“That is…so incredibly thoughtful, Steve. Thank you.” She said, threading her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him in til his forehead rested on hers, the affection making Steve lean into her like a cat.

‘Don’t say it’, she reminded herself, ‘Not yet.’

She took the bundles of brown paper to the kitchen to trim the stems and find vases.

For Sara’s bouquet, Y/n split it up into four sections and trimmed them short enough to fit in mason jars so she could have her flowers different places in the house.

With her own, she placed them in a gorgeous milk glass vase, one that looked like an heirloom, and set them on the end of the table; where she’d see them the most during the day.

She could hear Steve playing in the next room with the wooden building blocks, Sara giggling when Steve would use her T-Rex to knock them over. Y/n sighed dreamily at her flowers, mindlessly fluffing the filler and adjusting some of the placement.

She was startled out of her head when she felt his hands creep around her waist. “I’m glad you like them.” He whispered and placed a kiss where her neck meets her shoulder, which made her involuntarily giggle. Y/n turned to him in his embrace; her hands reaching for his face. “No one’s ever bought her flowers before.” She quietly confessed with a sad smile.

“Aw, honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad,” he ran his thumb over her cheekbone, examining her eyes with worry. “No, no, no, I’m really happy!“ y/n smiled while adamantly shaking her head. “It only makes me sad because… I never thought this was possible. And it scares me.” Y/n shrugged without meeting his eye. It felt pathetic when it came from her lips, but not to Steve.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I mean, her own father didn’t even choose her. Mine didn’t choose me, either.” She took a grounding breath, “Ever since I got pregnant it’s been a never ending stream of people telling me about what I got myself into and how we’ll always be alone because no man will ever want a child that doesn’t belong to them, how even if they did, they’d end up disappointing me.“ She shrugged. Steve’s brows knit together as he listened carefully. “And now you’re here,” she said with feigned annoyance to keep herself from breaking down into sobs, “You do all the things—the stuff, well, you do the stuff you shouldn’t have to do. You want us-you actually want us. And you show up every time you say you will, do you know how big that is for me? And you just have this way with her, it’s almost ridiculous, you know? She’ll listen to you over me any day, and I never thought about how nice that could be. And I’m scared that it’s gonna stop. I keep waiting for you to disappoint me, Steve.”

Steve sighed and thought carefully about his response, unable to come up with anything coherent, “I never wanna disappoint you guys.” Steve wrapped her in a hug, hoping it would stop the tears he could see welling up in her eyes. Y/n sniffled out some laughter against his chest, his chin rested on top of her head as he closed his eyes in concentration;

‘Don’t say it. Not yet.’ His conscience reminded him.

“You have me.” Is all he mumbled. “M’not going anywhere.” Steve carefully ruffled her hair, taking in her smell before pulling away to lead her to the waiting dinner table. “Sare-Bear, you hungry?” He asked the small child in front of the television. Sara didn’t reply, just ran as fast as her little legs would carry her to her highchair that sat at the end of the table, opposite of the flowers.

Steve picked her up and set her in her chair before taking his own seat, Y/n beaming at him the whole time.

‘Don’t say it, not yet.’ She reminded herself.

Steve unwrapped the dinner rolls and placed one on everyone’s plates. Y/n followed suit and unwrapped the tinfoil top of the heaping plate, serving up the chicken she fried special for him. His eyes grew big, his irises flickering from the chicken to his girlfriend.

His girlfriend.

Who always cooked for him.

“Breast?” She asked, pulling him out of his mushy haze. “What?— oh, yes, please!” He shook his head and held his plate out excitedly. “Do you want green beans?” He asked her eagerly, an extra flutter to his heart beat.

“No, thank you, but do you mind giving some to Sara?” She asked as she unfolded her napkin to spread in her lap. Steve looked to his little friend in the high chair next to him, patiently waiting for her food to be prepared.

“Greenie beanies?” He asked simply, holding up a heaping spoonful to put in front of her.

“Peas!” She chirped happily.

“We don’t have peas, though, just green beans…” Steve said unsurely, looking at the greens he’d put on her tray. Y/n snickered as she piled some mashed potatoes in front of Sara and then herself, “She means ‘please’, but I think it’s awful sweet you call them ‘greenie beanies’.” She chuckled.

Steve flushed, his cheeks pink at the realization he was talking like his mom did to him when he was little—something he didn’t think about for a long, long time. “What? I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He speared some on his fork and shoved them in his mouth, cheeks flushed as his girlfriend continued her giggles.

“I can’t call them green beans anymore, greenie beanies is just too cute.” She chuckled before taking a sip. Steve smiled softly, admiring the slope of her nose and lashes as she tilted the glass back. He happily spooned his own helping out onto his plate, his eyes drifting back to the two girls that had such a hold on his heart.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The meal was comfortably quiet, the sounds of the tv in the next room played as forks and knives tapped against plates. Sara happily swung her bare feet and did her best to use her spoon on her mashed potatoes. Her face was practically smothered, which would make Steve cringe had it been another small child, but when it was Sara it was sweet. Especially after Y/n taught him that “messes are unavoidable at this age” and “most of the time they can be easily cleaned, sometimes I just have to take a few deep breaths first before I lose my cool.” He chuckled at the memory as Sara stuck a piece of shredded chicken between her teeth.

Y/n wiped the girl’s mouth with a napkin, her nurturing acts always caused a flutter in Steve’s chest. Sara shook her head in defiance, “Hold it right there, sister.” Y/n muttered lightly as she squished the toddlers cheeks together and cleaned her face of the starchy mash. “Bath time?” Y/n asked as she left her seat and lifted Sara from the confines of hers.

Sara shook her head and walked to the Victrola to point to her favorite record. “Dance party.” She pouted.

“Dance party?” Steve crinkled his brow in both amusement and confusion. “Oh, she just really likes to dance to this one song, but don’t worry about it, we’ll just play dance party another night, okay, honey?” She spoke to Sara softly as she tried to ease her to the hallway, though the toddler was determined to stay in her place. “Why no dance party?” Steve asked.

“We—uh, i-it’s—I,”

“C’mon, I love dance parties, I threw a lot of them back in my King Steve days.” He shrugged before stepping over to the records. “Which one is it?” He asked as he skimmed the shelves.

“Just, uh, hit play.” Y/n said, her face heating up from what’s about to unfold in front of her. Steve smiled and hit the power switch, Let’s Groove by Earth Wind and Fire boomed over the speaker as Sara squealed with delight and jumped up and down.

Steve smiled incredulously and looked to Y/n, “It’s her favorite song.” She shrugged and suppressed nervous laughter, her cheeks flushed. He nodded and began to roll and sway his shoulders to the beat before approaching Sara for a dance. “What a coincidence, it’s mine too.” He joked, spinning the little girl around as she clung to him in a fit of giggles.

Steve attempted his best jitterbug, making Sara squeal with joy as they jumped and spun around the room, his own laughter matching her enthusiasm.

That’s when it hit Y/n, in a menagerie of swelling horns and a funky groove, she realized she didn’t want to go without saying it anymore. She wanted to watch them dance to every song til Sara was tall and Steve was gray. She watched them spin around a while longer before she couldn’t resist holding it in any more. “Steve?” She said just above the music and Sara’s laughter.

Steve turned to face her, “Yeah?” the beautiful boy said, oblivious to the freight train about to hit him.

She thought of everything that could go wrong, how he could decide to walk out the door and have no obligation to her and her daughter whenever he felt like it. How he had the ability to walk away unscathed, to find someone else to make his own family with.

But she knew, at least liked to think, that he’d choose them too.

“I love you.” She nodded, content worn plainly on her face. Steve’s smile fell from his face momentarily, he shook his head lightly as if he didn’t understand over the booming music and joyful shrieks of the toddler in his arms.

He stepped closer to Y/n to be sure he wasn’t hearing things, but her eyes were fixed on him so dreamily there wasn’t any way the words he heard hadn’t come from her mouth.

“What’d you say?” He asked softly before leaning down towards her.

“Down, peas!” Sara reached for the floor, Steve stopped to set her down and then quickly stepped around the corner with his girl, closing in on Y/n til he was close enough to share the same air in their own little bubble.

He held her hands and kissed them, then leaned his forehead against hers, making it impossible for her to escape and for him to miss her repeat the words he craved to hear the most. He watched her lips intently, his thumb lying close to the corner of her mouth as if the words would only come out if he coaxed them. “Say it again, please?” He pleaded

“I-I said I love you, Steve.” She said to him quietly but strongly, her glossy eyes meeting his. “I love you t—,” He wanted to say more but he found himself cut short by his lips smashing lips hers at the shared confession.

The kiss was passionate, but not in a lustful sense. The lovers chased after one another’s kiss, as if to catch up for all the times they’d felt the need to say the three little words and didn’t.

“I love you.” He mumbled, too unbothered to pull back two inches to say it properly. “I love you.” she whispered against him like a vow— and to them it was

Taglist lovies! 🫶🏻

@weasleylovers @cutiecusp @loving-and-dreaming @frostandflamesfanfic @realsuper-dark @hermadroyalhiney @flowersownme @imagineme2you @moonys-star @daydreaming-mood @just-a-lost-princess @the-fairy-anon @soft-ani @ashdoctor @pauphs @angel-upon @v0relino @littlepotatobeansworld @freezaz123 @eddiesguitarskills

#honey wrote #not the babysitter #steve harrington #Steve Harrington x mom!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington comfort #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington brainrot

140 notes · View notes