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solarsturniolo · 6 months

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Too Damn Long // C.S. pt1

by 💋Natalie💋

summary: chris hasn't jerked off in six weeks and desperately wants to get off

tags: @oversturn @flowerxbunnie @mattsd0ll please reblog and share ☺️🫶🏻

warnings: SMUT / mommy kink / sharing is caring :) / mentions of drugs and smoking / minors dni

DISCLAIMER: these stories are fictional :) I do not actually legitimately think matt and chris would share a partner

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It had been far too long for Chris’s liking. Six weeks and two days too long, to be exact. Of course he had enjoyed his time on tour with his brothers, he loved getting to travel the country and make all of these wonderful memories with the people he loved the most. The excitement had died down after the first few days, though. Not that he wasn’t enjoying his time or ungrateful for anything at all, he was just tired and missed the comforts of being at home. The car and late night rides with his brothers, his bathroom where he could take showers for as long as he wanted, his bedroom, his bed…he craved it. Being away from home for too long drained him of all of his energy.

Being back home was like a breath of fresh air. But being back in LA after their month and a half of touring didn’t eliminate anything in their busy work schedules. From recording videos, to designing merch, to meetings and sponsorships, the boys continued to stay booked and busy.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Chris looked up from his phone as Matt trudged over to the couch, leaning down to be eye-level with his girlfriend. She looked up from her phone as well, a smile finding its way onto her face when she made eye contact with Matt. “Okay, can you get me a couple things while you’re out?” She asks, earning an eye roll from him in response. His hands rest on the couch on either side of her, his weight being shifted as he leans closer to her and presses a soft kiss to her lips.

“So needy. Text me a list,” he tells her. He looks over at his brother for a moment. “You need anything?”

Chris went to speak, but was cut off before he could even start.

“Pepsi, yeah yeah I know. Is there anything you NEED?”

Chris shrugged, leaning back and hooking an arm over the back of the couch as his gaze switched back down to his phone. “If I think of anything I'll let you know.”

Matt rolled his eyes again. A swift smack to his chest and his attention was back on the beauty in front of him. “Be nice,” she warned. “You’ve been at each other's throats all day,” she reminds him in a much more hushed tone.

“This is me being nice-“

“Matt-“

“I’m being for real,” he laughs.

“Matthew Bernard.”

“Okay, fine.”

Chris pretended like he hadn’t heard what she said, he bit the inside of his cheek to hold back the smirk that threatened to blow his cover. “Yeah, be nice,” he parroted, his gaze still locked on his phone. Nobody ever said anything about it, but they all knew who wore the pants in that relationship. Matt would crawl on hot coals if she told him to. Chris always teased him and gave him shit about being a simp. He used that facade to hide the fact that he would do the same.

Matt shot Chris a warning look, not in the mood to deal with his childish antics tonight. She rested her fingertips on Matt’s cheek, gently turning his head to face her once again. She leaned toward him, pressing a delicate lingering kiss to his lips. Matt caught himself from falling forward a bit when she pulled away, not wanting the kiss to be over with so soon. His girlfriend smiled at him, a soft laugh escaping her. “Go before you’re late. I’ll text you, and I’ll see you tonight.”

Reluctantly, Matt pushed himself back to an upright position. “Fine. I’ll see you in a bit. I love you,” He states, grabbing his keys and wallet off of the coffee table. His girlfriend repeated the last statement to him, a smile creeping its way onto Matt’s face.

Once Matt had finally left the house, Chris put his phone down on the couch and looked over at the girl sitting only a foot or two away from him. She wouldn’t agree, but Chris always thought she looked the prettiest like this; her messy hair up in a claw clip, loose hairs framing her face in long blonde waves, no makeup besides the sharp black liner that seemed to be almost engraved in her skin by how often she wore it, the comfy clothes she wore around the house when it was clear that she had nowhere to be anytime soon.

And neither of them had anywhere to be anytime soon.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

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Chris wanted to be invested in the movie, he really did. But it was proving to be much more difficult than he thought it would. The smell of her perfume was driving him wild, he wanted nothing more than to just bury his face into her neck and suffocate himself in the sweet velvety scent. How he missed her soft skin against him and her gentle touch, the sound of her voice purring his name when she spoke to him. It had been so long since the last time, too long.

Normally he could control himself and keep his composure, normally he would be the one taking care of her whenever Matt was out of the house. But Chris had needs too, and those needs hadn’t been met in six weeks, two days, and eighteen hours.

The sheer glimpse of her nipples through her shirt had Chris’s heart lodged in his throat. The blood rushed to his cheeks, his face feeling hot. He couldn’t help but stare at her chest as his mind flooded with many thoughts, all of which would grant him a one way ticket to hell.

He scooted closer to her, resting his head on her shoulder. She smiled, wrapping her arm around his shoulders to pull him in closer. Chris obliged, leaning into her and nestling his face into the crook of her neck. Every inhale had him floating in a pool of rose petals and strawberries, he could drown himself in the scent. Her shoulder was cold, and Chris prayed that she couldn’t feel how hot his cheek was against her skin. The bridge of his nose brushed against her neck, his lips ghosting over her soft, pale skin. The blood rushed straight to his cock as he thought about biting and sucking marks all over her, the sounds she might make if he found a particularly sensitive spot.

“What has gotten into you tonight?” She asks, running her fingers delicately through Chris’s hair, her nails gently dragging along his scalp. A shiver ran down his spine, his cock twitched in his pants, he felt his jeans beginning to grow tighter at the crotch. ‘Six weeks and almost three days is what’s gotten into me,’ he thought to himself.

What the fuck do I say? I haven’t jerked off in over a month? I ruined three pairs of boxers in my sleep because of the dreams I had of you? I’d get bricked if I heard you on the phone with Matt? I’d meet hundreds of people and the whole time I would only be thinking about you and how I'd kill to bury myself in you?

Chris opted on keeping his mouth shut and just nudged her with his nose again. He smiled to himself when he heard her laugh, his eyes subconsciously fluttering closed as she continued to play with his hair.

The tightness of his pants began to grow uncomfortable. His face scrunched up at the much too familiar ache, his breathing growing heavier as he did everything in his power to not touch himself right then and there. The sweet temptation of grinding his crotch up into the palm of his hand was taunting his mind, his cock throbbing, begging for any kind of friction. He buried his face deeper, trying so hard to ignore what he was feeling.

“Chris?”

Oh her voice was like honey, and the sound of his name rolling off her tongue made his cock twitch once more. He loved when she said his name. Especially when he had himself buried deep inside of her. Nothing in the world sounded sweeter to him than his name falling blissfully from her lips while balls deep in her.

Oh he missed that. Nothing satisfied him more than his brother’s girlfriend’s tight pussy. Just the thought of her pretty, drooling pussy on display for him made his dick ache. How something could be so slick and so tight at the same time, he had no idea. His cotton boxers became dampened by the precum leaking through the fabric. He spent so many nights dreaming of her thighs hooked over his shoulders, the bridge of his nose buried in her heat. Teasing her, tasting her, pleasing her.

A shaky breath escaped him. Chris brought a hand to his crotch, trying to stay silent as he adjusted himself. His cock stiffened even more at the contact, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. Unable to stop himself, he began to stroke himself through the fabric of his pants. Slowly, not wanting to get caught. Fuck, how embarrassing would that be? But fuck…it’s been too long and it felt so good.

Chris’s head was clouded with sinful thoughts. The sounds she would make, the way she tasted, the passion, the heat, the excitement. He knew this wasn’t the time to be thinking about those things, it was just so hard not to with her right there. He let out another shaky breath as he continued to touch himself, warmth flooding his body with each pleasurable stroke. His face was flushed with a deep red blush, thank god they had decided to watch the movie with the lights off.

“Ma?”

“Hmm?”

“H-Have I been a good boy t-tonight?”

The question had her at a loss for words. It wasn’t unusual for Chris to act childish around her, everyone always joked that Matt and his girlfriend were practically co-parenting him. But it was rare that he wanted to be called a good boy, never mind refer to himself as that. However, it had been a long day of unpacking, meetings, scheduling, and creating more content for the three of them. He’s gotta be exhausted and probably doesn’t even know what the hell he’s saying.

She continued running her fingers through his soft hair. “Yeah, you’ve been good, Chris.”

He let out a dissatisfied whine, brushing his stubbly cheek against her shoulder. It took everything in him not to bite at her soft pillowy skin. He twitched a little, his dick aching for more. Sweat began to form on his brow, the slow movement of his hand wasn’t enough anymore. He needed more, he needed so much more.

“J-Just wanna be a good b-boy for you,” he confesses. He couldn’t help it, he needed more. He sped up his strokes; not by a lot, but enough to satisfy the uncomfortable ache. Another shaky breath passes his lips. He couldn’t think straight, all he could think about was her and how badly he needed her. “M-Mommy.”

Her eyes widened a bit, her own cheeks becoming flushed and pink. Chris didn’t pull the ‘mommy’ card very often, but it drove her absolutely insane whenever he did. Normally he liked to be in charge, he liked to call the shots, he liked being in control.

That was clearly not the case tonight.

“You’re such a good boy for me, Chris.” She cooed.

The sluttiest of whimpers fell from his lips, though it was muffled against her neck. She smiled to herself when she felt his lips placing soft kisses to her skin. “M-Missed you s-so much.” His voice was unsteady, breaking a little at the end as another whine escaped him.

Her attention was no longer on the movie still playing. How could it be under these circumstances? She looked over, her breath getting caught in her throat when she saw what Chris had been doing. His hand strained, muscles tensed, veins exposed. She watched him for a moment as he fisted at his painfully hard cock through the thick denim of his jeans.

“Aww, did you miss me?” She asked, earning yet another whimper from Chris, his hair tickling her cheek as he buried his face impossibly closer into her neck. “You were gone for a long time, huh?” she continued, dragging her fingertips along his arm.

Chris froze. Fuck, there was no way she didn’t know what he had been doing. A wave of humiliation and embarrassment hit him like a fucking semi truck, and he covered his crotch with his hands as an even deeper blush rose to his cheeks. “I’m so sorry-“ he barely whispered, closing his eyes tightly, begging and praying to any of the gods that he’d wake up and this all would’ve just been some really weird wet dream.

“For?”

His cock jolted at the sound of her voice. God this was just getting worse and worse. He was digging himself a hole and every word or action was just making it harder for him to get out of it. Sorry for borderline beating off in front of you, I went six weeks without touching myself or you and my dick just couldn’t take it anymore.

Her touch left goosebumps along his arm, his breathing became more uneven as she dragged her fingertips all the way down to his hand. “I-I didn’t mean t-to-“

“It’s okay, pretty boy. It’s been a while for you, huh?” She asked, applying some pressure to where he craved it the most. Chris moved his hands, granting her access to whatever she wanted from him. His breath caught in his throat as her fingertips dragged slowly over the length of his aching, throbbing cock. Yet another whimper falling from his lips.

“I asked you a question, Christopher.”

“Y-Yes, been so long,” he whined. A wave of pleasure ran through him as her hand began to stroke him through his jeans. His hips subconsciously lifted to meet her touch, desperate for more friction, more pressure, more anything.

“Did you go all that time without jerking off, Chris?” She asked him, a knowing smirk growing on her face as she continued to tease him. He nodded, unable to form words as she kept touching him. His brain felt cloudy, all he could think about was how good she made him feel and how badly he wanted to feel her around him.

He didn’t have a shred of dignity left. He didn’t care either. He hasn’t felt this desperate to get off since he went through puberty. His balls ached, heavy with arousal. His cock sensitive, any movement made him shiver with pleasure. “P-Please mommy. I’ve been s’ good. P-Please help. It hurts,” he moaned softly, kissing her neck while she toyed with him.

“Do you want me to help you, pretty boy?”

He nodded desperately, grinding his hips up into her hand once more. “Y-Yes, i’ve been so good, mommy. Need it s’ bad,'' he whined, nipping at her soft skin.

She removed her hand from his crotch and Chris lifted his head out of the crook of her neck, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Did I do something wrong? Fuck, is she not into the mommy thing? Fuck, what did i do-

“Take your pants off, sweet boy. Let mommy take care of you.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands shook as he struggled with his belt, huffing a little in irritation that his belt was choosing NOW to be a pain in the ass. “F-Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Easy, tiger.”

Her soft hands rested on his, steadying him. She helped him with his belt, and once it was undone he finished unbuttoning his jeans, lifting his hips up to push them down to his knees. He leaned back against the couch, sighing in relief. His cock, now only restrained by his soft cotton boxers, pressing up against the fabric, begging to be let out. He whimpered when he felt her hand on his crotch again, hissing in a sharp inhale when he felt her thumb massaging his clothed tip.

“Poor baby. Were you gonna wait until I realized you needed help? Or were you gonna ruin your boxers right here?” She purred, feeling the wet stain of his arousal. He let out a soft moan, her words making him lose all sense of his surroundings, his brain clouded with pleasure. She let out a quiet chuckle, removing her hand from him once more. “This isn’t gonna work if you don’t use your words, Chris.”

“F-Fuck, please ‘m sorry,” he looked over at her, his eyes full of desperation. His lip quivered as her fingers ran along his thigh. His cock twitched as her knuckles grazed his crotch, his jaw going slack as he let his eyes flutter closed. “D-Didn’t wanna bug ya, Ma. I-I’m sorry, sh-should’ve been more quiet,” he confessed.

“Don’t be sorry, baby. I’m happy to take care of you,” She whispered, pressing delicate kisses to his face. “Don’t hide from me, tell me what you want.”

“A-Anything,” he replied, his voice wavering a little as her hand inched closer to his crotch. He pursed his lips, choking back another whine. His head fell back against the back of the couch. He looked over beside him, admiring the woman next to him. “P-Please, do whatever you want, I need it so bad, mommy,” he breathed out, their eyes locking as he spoke. “Saved it all for you, mommy. It was so hard b-but i wanted t-to be a good boy for you,” he whispered, a surprised moan interrupting him as he felt her hand beginning to stroke him through his boxers once more. “F-Fuck.”

She smiled, watching the way his face scrunched up as she gave him the friction he was begging for. She leaned closer to him, still pleasing him as she pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Oh Chris, you’re such a good boy for mommy, hmm?” She purred, to which he replied back with a whimper, the word ‘please’ incessantly falling from his lips. She chuckled, kissing his cheek again. “So polite. How can I say no to that?”

“C-Can I kiss you?”

She laughed softly at his question. He knew he didn’t have to ask in moments like this, but he always did anyway. Although he loved the time he got to have with her, she wasn’t his and he knew that. The guilt would eat him alive if he did anything during these moments to make her uncomfortable.

“You know you don’t have t-“

“Please?”

Her free hand gently touched his cheek and he looked up at her, his eyes full of dumb bliss and desperation. She leaned in, her nose gently brushing against Chris’s, her lips ghosting over his. “You wanna kiss me, pretty boy?” She whispered, lips brushing ever so delicately against his as she spoke.

“God yes,” he replied. “Havent k-kissed you in s’ long.”

“I know, baby. It’s been too long,” she agreed, though she still didn’t kiss him. She traced his bottom lip with her thumb, her other hand still massaging his stiff aching cock.

“Fuck, I-I’m fuckin’ begging you,” he panted softly, his hot breath fanning against her skin. A bead of sweat rolled down from his temple. “Please, I miss your lips, m-mommy.”

That was enough for her to close the gap between them, pressing her lips to his. Chris wanted to be good, he wanted to let her have control, but it had been too fucking long and he was desperate to be as close to her as possible. He kissed her back hungrily, his cock twitching at the sound she made. Something mixed between a whimper and a gasp. It drove him absolutely fucking crazy and he was dying to hear it again. Chris let his hands rest on her thighs, slowly trailing up to her waist.

She was surprised by his sudden confidence. She always loved whenever Chris took control. But tonight was different, and he needed to be fully aware of that. Just as his hands had made it up to her breasts, she pulled her hand away from his crotch, a frustrated whine escaping him. She brought her hand up to his neck, wrapping her fingers around his throat. His cock jolted, Chris could feel the precum drooling onto his pelvis. He panted as she pulled away from the kiss, her lips ever so lightly brushing against his. She was so close but so far at the same time, and every time he attempted to close that gap between them again, she pulled away further. “Tsk tsk, what happened to being mommy’s good boy, hmm?”

He gulped, heavy uneven breaths being all he could get out for a solid twenty seconds. “F-Fuck, ‘m sorry Ma, i just got carried away,” he panted. “J-Jus’ missed your lips s’ much.”

“Naughty boys don’t get rewards, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, p-please,” he choked out, eyes glossing over as the ache began to grow unbearable. “Please ‘m sorry, Ma. I-I’ve been so good, d-didn't touch m-myself all that time. I-I just got excited, ‘m sorry. F-Fuck, please d-dont stop. I’ll be a good boy, I'll be good-“ he rambled on, pleas continuing to spill from his lips, desperate for her to do anything. Her hand around his neck tightened, just the tiniest bit, and Chris let out possibly the filthiest sound she had ever heard from him.

She smiled. She was in control again. She hooked her leg over his lap, straddling his waist, hovering over him. “You like when mommy does that, hmm?” she cooed, earning a whimper from him in response.

He couldn’t focus on a damn thing. When she straddled him his cock throbbed, and he prayed that she would sink just a little lower, just so he could feel her on his lap. Just so he could feel her roll her hips against his. Just so he could feel the outline of her pussy through the thin fabric of the plaid pajama bottoms rubbing against his aching erection. He spent so many nights thinking about her on top of him, missing the feeling of burying himself deep in her tight, wet cunt. Nothing could satisfy him anymore, only her.

“God i’m fuckin begging ya, ma. I’ll do anything, p-please just- fuck,” he moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as she tightened her grip around his neck once more, his brain feeling foggy, his face growing hotter. “Anything you want, mommy. P-Please, I’ll be a good boy. Your good boy. J-Just wanna be good for you, mommy. I-I-I wanna be good.”

“Oh but you are, sweet boy,” she purred in his ear, watching in amusement as he shivered at her words. She lowered her hips, seating herself onto his lap. His breath hitched, trembling hands grasping her waist. She bit her lip, he was painfully hard. Even through the fabric between them, she could feel the throbbing. His hips lifted to meet hers, desperate for more. “You really missed me huh?” She hummed.

“You have no fucking idea.”

“Give me an idea then,” she tested.

“Couldn’t get you outta my fuckin’ head, Mama.” He whispered, opening his eyes to look up at her. “Missed you so much. Your pretty face ‘n your sweet lips. You’re beautiful tits ‘n how you look when I play with your nips when you’re all stoned ‘n fucked out,” he spoke, his voice raspy, his accent growing thicker with each confession. “Couldn’t get your pretty pussy outta my head all fucking month. Every fuckin’ day, all day-“ he was cut off by her hips rolling against his yet again, pleasure running through him.

“So hard for me already, I’ve barely even touched you,” she teased, grinding against him yet again.

He felt that all too familiar feeling in his stomach, his hands holding her still on his lap. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum if y-you keep going,” he mumbled, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

“Isn’t that what you want, sweet boy?”

He hummed, pursing his lips. His eyes were hooded as he looked at the beautiful girl on top of him. “S-So bad,” he nodded.

“Let me take care of you then, baby.”

“Wanna…last…” he breathed out, head falling back again as she rolled her hips against his. His hips bucked up, the unexpected reaction causing her to let out a high whimper. “D-Don’t want it t’ be over yet,” he continued, though that was proving to be difficult as he could feel his orgasm inching closer and closer.

Chris felt her move closer to him, his face heating up even more as she pressed kisses to his cheek, eventually her lips ghosting over his ear. She was so close, her perfume swirled around him, his brain getting clouded with the scent. “Oh we’re not even close to being finished, pretty boy,” she giggled, dragging her hands slowly down Chris’s chest. “We’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

He choked out a soft cry, warmth flooding his body. He brought his hand down to his crotch, stroking himself through his boxers to ride himself through his orgasm. His lips parted, soft pants escaping him. “F-Fuck, mommy,” he whined, a high pitched moan following his words as he reached his high. His hips subconsciously bucked up, his load shooting into the fabric of his boxers, his lower abdomen slick with his cum.

She continued pressing gentle kisses to his face. “That’s it, such a good boy. You earned this, pretty boy. You did so good for me,” she praised him, talking him through his first orgasm of the evening. She trailed kisses down to his lips, smiling to herself as he tried to catch his breath. “That’s it, baby. Let mommy take care of you tonight.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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In Abstract 1

A sequel no one asked for. First Series: Portrait of a Dangerous Man

Warnings: noncon/rape, some violence, blood, alluded murder (for now?), grief, confusing, criminal allusions, some untagged extreme events.

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You adjust to life with Clark, thought the past won't seem to let you go.

Character: mob!Clark Kent

Note: I don't know where this came from.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :) I appreciate your comments and enthusiasm! Reblogs help and are like candy, so please, feed me.

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

A speck of red. A speck of red in a sea of blue. From the observer's eye, one would not notice. But the creator, the artist, the start error is obvious. No inadvertent, but entirely deliberate. A reminder of what it cost you.

You close your eyes and the fleck of blood sears in your mind. Like the site of your boyfriend gasping his last breaths. Ex, now. For a while. It feels like yesterday yet no time at all.

You shiver and hug yourself through the white cashmere. The sweater offers little warmth in the cold house. The glass doors look out onto the white lawn, a fresh dusting of snow trims the covered pool and blankets the landscape. It would be beautiful to any who did not know the sinister secrets of this place. The crimes witnessed by these walls alone.

You turn away from the portrait hung above the gaping fireplace. Even the crackling flames cannot warm you. There is no comfort in this house or the man who resides there. A warden, a maniac, a murderer.

You near the glass doors, eyes drawn to how the snow gathers in corners. The thin sheet of frost that cakes the panes and the fog of your breath as you stand close. The world outside is obscured by your own existence.

Silence. Stillness. Distance. Isolation. The vast grayness of your small world trapped behind a transparent wall. You touch the handle, feeling the cold metal, gripping it tight. A sudden urge to run out and dive into the heaps.

"Dinner tonight?" Clark's voice claps like thunder through the lull.

You gasp and recoil from the door. You turn to him, hugging yourself as much out of fright as the temperature. You step away from the door and your yearning for escape.

"Dinner," you repeat, your hollow voice echoing off the high ceilings.

"Yes, your mother is coming to town? We'll get her from the airport and take her to Elliston's?"

"Are you asking or telling?" You mutter as you drop your arms, tucking your hands up the cuffs.

You sweep away, crossing to the archway that opens into the spacious kitchen. You go to the counter and flip up the lid of the coffee machine. You focus on the rack of pods. It's habit more than anything, often you let your cup go cold, basking in the scent but too numb to taste it.

He follows. You sense him. Like you always do. Always hovering. Always watching.

"Don't be like this. You've been looking forward to her visit."

You grumble as you pick out the cinnamon cookie pod and shove it in the top. You shrug. Not really. You only ever play the part he wants. Move your brush to his whim, streak the paint by his word, lay on your back as he gets what he wants.

"And I have been too. I can't wait to meet your family. All of them."

Your chest winds tight. You can't tell if it's a threat or genuine. He is always hard to decipher. If you had ever been able to see through him, you wouldn't be standing there, trapped in his house, in his grip.

Five months. Five months in your cell. Five months with Marcus' blood on your soul.

"I'll get a room ready," you put a mug under the spout and hit the brew button.

He lurks closer. You stare and wait for the drip to begin. He puts his hands on your shoulders, the fabric turning course beneath the weight of his grasp.

"Nina's already working on it," he growls into your crown, "don't act so hard done by…"

"I'm not," the trickle spits out and hits the porcelain sharply.

"I give your more than he ever–"

You tear away from him, sliding along the counter as you spin to face him. He clucks and tilts his head, slowly pivoting towards you. The anger cordons in his cheek.

"I told you…"

He scoffs. "You're right, he was nothing. Not worth talking about. Sweetheart, it was always going to be me."

You clamp your lips shut as your eyes sting. He doesn't wake up every day in horror, he doesn't sink into sleep like a stone in mud, he doesn’t know what it is to live in black and white when the world used to be painted in a million colours.

"I'll confirm what time she gets in."

He sighs and crosses his arms. You look down at the white sweater and unroll the crumpled hem. You didn't wear cashmere before, no silk, no satin. Just cotton and tweed. Now you wear what he tells you to.

"Find something to wear for dinner," he demands, "and after."

He crosses the pristine tile and you look at him in the face, eyes glossy and pathetic. He kisses your forehead as his hand comes up to your chin, his thumb stroking your lips. He inhales your scent and lets out a growl.

"Wear the diamonds," he demands.

He lets you go and leaves you there. You watch after him as he stalks off, checking the time on his wristband. He clears his throat as he turns out of your sight. Your vision blurs to a muddy blur.

The coffee machine dings and brings you back. As much as you love your mother, how do you explain this to her? Lies are easier on the phone, but face to face, the truth is clear to see.

🎨

Your mother pulls you into a hug, her suitcase forgotten at her side. It's been almost a year since you last saw her. You and Marcus made a rare trip down for her birthday. As solitary as she prefers her life, she cherishes your rare company.

"Tweety bird, it's been so long," she hugs you, swaying you with her. She releases tou and holds you at arm's length, "don't you look like a dead mouse?"

"Ha, yeah, I was up late… painting," you smile thinly.

"Never change," she chides as you sense a shadow approach. Clark grabs the handle of her suitcase and rolls it towards him as he puts his hand on your back. "Oh, who… is this?"

"Clark," you try not to show your frustration. Your mother's always been a touch flightly, "I told you about him."

"Ah, yes, oh, that Marcus," she tuts and shakes her head, "couldn't believe it when you said he ran off but then again, I wasn't unhappy."

"Mom," you sniff.

"Well? He always left his dirty socks on the couch."

You bite the inside of your cheek. You'd rather not talk about him. You fear she'll see right through your story. Clark takes his hand off your back.

"Nice to meet you–" he begins.

"Don't be silly," she pulls him into a hug, an impressive feat as she is rail thin, "you must be the one saving my gal from heartbreak."

"Um, sure," he snorts, "you're Janine?"

"That's the one," she pulls back and fixes her wild waves, "I'm afraid she hasn't given me more than your name."

"She's been busy. Commissions and all," Clark puts on that perfect act. The gentleman with all the charm. The one you fell for. "We hope you're not too tired, I suggested a reservation for dinner…"

"Oh, yes, please, I'm starving. That airplane food is better avoided," she trills, "besides just ask Tweety, I'm mot much of a sleeper."

You shake your head in confirmation and she grins wider. Clark rolls her bag around and waves his arm ahead of him, "ladies."

"Oo, finally got yourself a gentleman."

"Mhmm," you hum as you start forward, "something like that."

🎨

You watch the wine flow into the glass, filling the belly with a rich burgundy colour. Your mother looks around emphatically as Clark gives a curt nod of dismissal to the server. You're left to peruse the menu.

“Wow, this is a fancy place,” your mom comments as she opens the leather folio containing the menu, “where was it Marc would take us? Denny’s?”

You give her a look. It’s strange, you’re mother was never one to turn her nose up at simplicity but there were some very specific sticking points when it came to your boyfriend. Ex. Or maybe money really does corrupt all.

The wine is stringent. You don’t like it. You take a hefty swig and set the stem down heavily. Clark gives you a look. Right, he has his curated image, you have to fit into that.

“So mom, how was your flight?”

“Ah, it’s fine. But I was sat next to this skinny fellow. So nervous. Jittered the whole way. I had to close the window because it made him sick. So I took a nap.”

“I hope you don’t mind shacking up with us. I thought of a hotel but we have more than enough room,” Clark suggests, “after a long day, I’m sure you’d like to just relax.”

“With us? You live together?” Your mom raises her brows.

“You knew this. Remember?”

“No, you said you moved out of your apartment, I don’t remember a where or with who. This is moving fast,” she says, “definitely not a rebound then?”

You cringe. Clark is a better actor than you. He laughs. Or maybe it is really that funny. Laughing at your dead ex and the ensuing predicament. You take another gulp of the disgusting wine.

“Well, the salmon looks interesting, “but I do prefer halibut…” she mulls over the listings, “oh, prawns. Tweety, don’t you remember when you drank all my vodka and puked up seafood all night?”

“Mom,” you swallow.

“Tweety, that’s an interesting nickname,” Clark says, opening the door for further humiliation.

“Ah, yes, well, funny story.”

“Not really,” you intone.

Your mother ignores you as she closes her menu and rests it on the table in front of her. “Her aunt used to give her Tweety Bird everything. Pajamas, stuffies, notebooks… she hates Tweety Bird. Always has but she was too nice to tell my sister so she had this little collection. I bet it’d be worth a bit now. Vintage and all that.”

“Oh, Tweety,” Clark echoes, “interesting. Cute.”

“Yellow did always suit her.”

“Anything suits her, doesn’t it?” He puts his hand over yours, “I tell her all the time. She makes paint stains look incredible. You wouldn’t believe it, at the end of the day she walks out of the studio looking like, uh, what’s that artist that does the splashes?”

“Pollock,” you answer dully.”

“She was always obsessed with men with too much time and not enough talent,” your mother remarks, “art, I’m just happy she isn’t still working at the coffee shop.”

“That was like six years ago,” you retort.

“Still, you have a degree, you should use it.”

“And she does,” Clark assures, “she’s wonderful at what she does.”

“Aw,” your mother almost fawns, “you’re such a sweetheart. Where did she find you and where do I get one?”

You barely restrain from rolling your eyes. Clark basks in the praise. You empty your glass and feel the slosh in your mind. It might be a bit too much but the wine makes the nights go quicker.

You decide on a salad. You’re not hungry. Your appetite is scant at best, food is a necessity, not a joy. Like much of your life now. It makes you miss those numbers you thought were so dire. The easy life of putting numbers in boxes and putting frozen lasagna in the oven.

The server returns and you turn your attention to his convenient arrival. You need the distraction. He nods to your empty glass and you see how Clark takes notice as well.

“Did you require more, mademoiselle?” He offers.

“One will do until we have our entrees,” Clark insists, “no good drinking on an empty stomach.”

You smile and take the stout glass of water from beside the stemmed glass, “thank you. He’s right.”

“Do we know what we’re having?” The server asks.

Clark defers to your mother with a gesture. She orders first. Halibut with the seasonal vegetables. Clark has his usual filet mignon, and you get the cobb salad. You hand over your menu and sit back, twiddling your fingers in your lap.

“Salad,” your mother comments, “when she was a teen, I couldn’t pry the onion rings out of her hands. Now look at her. It’s catching up, isn’t it?”

“Nothing wrong with being mindful,” Clark comments as he brushes his fingertips along his thick beard. He’s let it grow out, his hair too, the curls spiraling past his ears. “It’ll save room for dessert, they have a delicious creme brule.”

“Mmm, amazing–” your mother’s voice catches and she looks past you.

You don’t react right away as another serve sneaks up on you. Clark reaches behind him with one hand, covertly as if trying not to give himself away, and brings it forward as you peek up at the woman all in black. She giddily grins and backs up.

Clark takes a breath and pushes back his chair as he rises. He turns and kneels as the server hovers nearby, hands clutched together. Several other tables hush and servers look up from their work. You feel time halt as your ears ring.

Clark presents a red velvet box as your mouth falls open. For those strangers all around, those who don’t know about you or him, it must look like shock, even glee. But it's thrumming, crashing terror. No. No. Your eyes pinpoint on the large diamonds as he reveals it, three rings of smaller ones around the large.

You look up over his head then over at your mother. She dabs her eyes and covers her mouth in disbelief. You wobble as you turn back to Clark. His voice rumbles in your ears but you can’t make out the words. You blink. And blink. And blink. Gaping like a dead fish.

“...marry me?...”

His question hangs before you. You could keel over and shrivel up. You could stand up and flee. Run until you can’t stop. You close your eyes and see the blood spurting from Marcus’ chest. The image of your mother’s face flits across your mind, replacing his. You won’t let him hurt her too.

“Yes.”

The voice is not your own. It can’t possibly be because you can’t feel it on your tongue but it tickles in your ears. Clark snatches your hand and forces the diamond on, standing as he tugs you up and pulls you into an embrace. He tilts your head and kisses you. The fairy tale he writes for the onlookers is nothing more than a cautionary tale.

#clark kent #dark clark kent #dark!clark kent #clark kent x reader #au #mob au #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #in abstract #series #dcu #dc #superman

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no but like, he would be a cat person.

can we keep it? — miguel o'hara x reader

summary: you met the love of your life in an alternate universe, and when you laid eyes on it for the first time, you knew it was true love. though miggy was the only hurdle to your love with it, but of course, as is with all things, he lets you have your way and love it wholeheartedly. and maybe, just maybe... he comes to love it with you, too. word count: 772 a/n: i am so fucking terrified of cats BUT THESE KITTENS ARE CUTE, i might never hold one though willingly........... sadly..............

your eyes were big, bright, and hopeful. you wanted to express your absolute need to have it, to bring it home, to love and pamper it with all your heart and never let it fend for itself in the rain anymore, but of course— "no." he answered in a monotonous voice as he scrolled on the screen of his watch, setting coordinates back to HQ. you held the poor, wet kitten in your hands, bringing it closer to you. you had only known this kitten for 2 minutes, but you felt like those minutes were 2 lifetimes already. "please mig! c'mon, spider cat hates me, this kitty's in love with me, and i love it, too!" you pleaded as miguel opened up a portal back to earth-928 and stepped forward to enter it; however, you grabbed his wrist and tugged him back out. he sighed and glared at you, barely turning his head around. "do i need to remind you i don't necessarily give a damn if a cat likes you or not?" he asked you sarcastically.

"well, no, but... just look at it! look!" you cried out as you let go of his hand and cupped the kitten with both of your hands. miguel refused to let this tomfoolery play out any longer, so to get you to shut up, he reluctantly turned around and faced the feline. though to his surprise... the kitten's eyes were as big and sweet as you described them. they seemed to be in a constant pleading state, pleading miguel to let it come with you both. "miggy, oh, please! let me come home with you..." you said in a high-pitched voice as you moved the kitten around, imitating it.

"i'll be a good kitty and stay out of trouble! i'll poo in the right litter box, i'll be loved to bits by my new best friend who's much cooler than you, but that's besides the point!" you said as you acted like the kitten, with the kitten poking its tongue out as you shook it around while imitating it. miguel sighed as he waved his hand dismissively and turned around. "...you promise to take care of it?" "yes." "take responsibility for it?" "yes." "use your own money to feed it, give it water, proper housing, its shots, checkups, medicines, and such?" "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes." "then fine. just keep it out of trouble, do not bring that furball near me, and shut up on the way back." miguel said as he stepped inside the portal, with you giggling and cheering as you finally had a kitty friend with you.

by the time you returned to HQ, you showed everyone your new best friend, your kitten! everyone was fawning over it, albeit spider cat couldn't care less, your kitten stole everyone's love and hearts. even lyla had ranted to miguel that he should have made her a life-sized vessel for her to be able to pet it, but miguel merely grumbled at her complaint. "it's just a cat." he said as lyla raised her eyebrow at him. "yeah, a cat that stole not only everyone's hearts... but theirs, too. they did find that cat first, so guess you lost to a cat of all creatures." lyla quipped as miguel felt embarrassed about, well... losing your attention and love to a cat.

not that he was gonna admit yet, of course; you were happy with the cat, who was he to hinder you from being happy? though he kinda wished that— "i wish i was that cat." miguel whispered under his breath as lyla leaned in closer. "what?" she asked, but miguel turned away with a sigh. "nothing." he said as he turned away from his desk and hopped down from his platform to leave his office. he got to the doors, when suddenly— "i wish i was that cat," those six words made miguel halt in his tracks as he heard his own hushed voice reverberate throughout HQ. miguel felt his face grow hot and his eyes widen as the door opened and... you were there, with the kitten in your arms.

"uh, hi mig." you said awkwardly with a nervous smile as miguel got super flustered now, knowing you heard that announcement loud and clear. "and for the record, yes, he means that cat." lyla clarified as she logged off before miguel could tear her displayed image apart. well, he has some explaining to do... never though you'd live to see the day miguel o'hara of all people would be jealous of your cat, but that's a story for another time.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @ophanimgold @arachnoia @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @jrrantss

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv fluff #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman 2099 #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 months

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The Other Half Part Twenty Six

Previous Part | Masterlist

Notes: Okay. After some very careful consideration and soul-searching, this is going to be the last official chapter of The Other Half. I'll still welcome asks, and writing prompt fills if I post/reblog them, but this is the end of the official series. I love Shop Girl and Bruce, and I think I'm leaving them in a good place; I hope you all feel the same.

Thank you as always for indulging my silly stories, and thank you for following me through this unexpected fic journey 💗💗

Warnings: Just smut and fluff.

Summary: You so rarely get to see Bruce this way—relaxed, calm, content…At least, you hope he’s content. Maybe his mind is racing with concern, with curiosity. You know that Bruce has a love and concern for Gotham. Sometimes you worry that you may never equal it.

But the city can’t love Bruce the way you do. It won’t take him into its arms, won’t bandage his wounds or lay awake worrying for him at night.

“Do I get a head start?”

Bruce chuckles at your question as he pulls the car up in front of the mansion.

“Depends. How far do you think you’ll be able to get?”

You hum as you consider, tipping your head from side to side.

“The first landing.” You realize as soon as you say it that there’s absolutely no way you’ll make it that far in your new shoes. Bruce seems to know it, too, his brows jumping as he nods.

“The first landing…And what do I get if I catch you?”

“Well, that’s up to you."

"Fine. Ten seconds—”

“Wait a minute.”

“What?”

“What if I make it without you catching me?”

Bruce tips his head a touch, a smug smile curling his lips and sending a thrill zipping through you.

“Ten seconds,” He reiterates without answering your question.

“Just ten?”

“...Nine—”

“Shit!” You scramble to undo your seat belt, hurrying out of the car as you hear Bruce turn it off. You fumble with your key, shoving the heavy door open and moving as quickly as you dare in your new heels, heading up the steps of the grand staircase. Your stomach flips as you hear the door close behind you, but you don’t dare turn to look. You make it up the first few steps, heart ticking up in your chest as you hear Bruce’s footsteps quick and gain on you. You’re three steps from your target—

You shriek as Bruce’s arms hook around your middle, easing you to a stop as your fingers just miss the first landing. Your giggling is marred by your heavy panting as Bruce presses more heavily against you, easing the two of you down against the steps.

“So fucking close,” You manage.

“With a head start.” Bruce’s reminder is chased by a kiss to your shoulder. His hands smooth over your hips as you gently twist in his arms to face him, scooching back onto the landing. Bruce’s lips are on yours in a second, slipping tenderly against them. You draw your knees up to cradle his hips, groaning as he presses closer. His hands slip under your dress, easing the skirt higher. You swallow thickly, sucking in a nervous breath as his kisses drift to your neck.

“Bruce—”

“Mm.”

“Alfred—?”

“He’s at the penthouse.”

You let yourself relax at that, relieved that you won’t have to worry about him wandering by or hearing you. You bite your lip as Bruce’s hands smooth up your inner thighs, tipping your hips up as his fingers hook in the seat of your panties, exposing your heated flesh to cool air. You shiver as he brushes his knuckle gently against your plumping lips, his eyes growing dark as his gaze sweeps up your front.

He leans back, pushing your thighs wide with his broad shoulders. He eases your panties more tightly to the side, the lace pushing almost harshly against the crease of your hip. He holds your gaze as he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your mound. His kisses drift lower, his tongue teasing at your slit. Each touch has a hint more pressure than the last.

Your eyelids flutter, and you let your head tip back, lowering yourself against the rug on the landing. Bruce draws one of your legs up over his shoulders, baring you to him more fully. His tongue strokes your clit for a few moments before he delves lower, groaning softly at the taste of you. Your toes curl in your shoes as Bruce laps broadly across your pussy. He never settles, tongue and fingers stretching and teasing you until you’re shaking, grinding down into his touch.

Your whimpers and moans echo in the cavernous front hall as curls and twists his fingers, pushing you closer to your release. You finally cum with a shout, back arching as your hips bound against him. Bruce only draws away when you gently push at his forehead, his sucking kisses against your clit turning to a gentle nuzzle against your inner thigh.

You sigh softly as he draws his hand away, standing. You reach up, palming his hard cock beneath his trousers. He groans, taking hold of your hand and tugging you up.

“Lemme—”

“Not here.”

“Bruce," You pout.

“Don’t worry,” He leads the way toward the stairs. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“I don’t get another head start?”

“Do you really think you can outrun me after that?” Bruce asked, throwing you a knowing glance over his shoulder. You smiled guiltily, giggling as he grins.

“...You still awake back there?” You mumble. It’s a few long moments before Bruce lets out a soft, hazy hum, his arms tightening around your middle as he cuddles closer, nuzzling between your shoulder blades. You smile, rolling over to face him. His eyes are closed, hair mussed from where you had grasped and tugged it. Your body feels almost syrupy as you move against him. You’d been certain that he’d get up and check on the news once the two of you were through, but he’d stayed true to his word, cuddling up in bed even after you had gotten cleaned up.

You raise a hand, gently stroking his cheek. He hums, face tipping up into the caress. You know that you’re going to need to savor this while you have it. You so rarely get to see Bruce this way—relaxed, calm, content…At least, you hope he’s content. Maybe his mind is racing with concern, with curiosity. You know that Bruce has a love and concern for Gotham. Sometimes you worry that you may never equal it.

But the city can’t love Bruce the way you do. It won’t take him into its arms, won’t bandage his wounds or lay awake worrying for him at night.

Your hand settles on his jaw, thumb sweeping across his cheekbone. You smile as he turns his head, pressing a kiss to your palm.

But the city isn’t held by Bruce the way you are, either.

“Thank you,” You murmur. Bruce’s eyes blink open slowly, fixing on you as he smiles sleepily.

“For what?”

“For today. For…Everything,” You shake your head a little. “Everything that you do, and are, I just…Thank you.”

Bruce leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. His hands skim up your back, drawing you into his chest, legs tangling together as if you can fuse to one another.

“Today was good?” He mumble buzzes against your lips, and you grin.

“Today was amazing and you know it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Anything that could’ve made it better?”

You consider for a moment, gaze lowering to his chest. Michelle’s prediction rattles in your mind, and you can’t help but wonder…But—

“No—”

“What’s that face for?”

You can’t sneak anything by him.

“Nothing.”

“...Baby,” He plies softly. You sigh, shaking your head.

“It’s not—It’s just something Mish said.”

“What’d she say?”

“...She thought you were going to propose.”

Bruce doesn’t lean away like you expect him to. His hands just continue their gentle circles against your back.

“Did you think I was going to?” He asks.

“No.”

“Do you want me to?”

It’s a fair question; it’s something the two of you have neglected to discuss since your fight. And as happy as you are in this moment with Bruce, you know that it isn’t a true representation of your relationship. You’ve had as many lows as you’ve had highs, and the lows have been devastating.

“...I don’t know,” You admit. You hear Bruce draw a deep breath in through his nose, and you see him nod a little out of the corner of your eye.

“Okay.”

You don’t ask if he wants to. You don’t think you could handle the answer just now, either way.

“Well,” Bruce does let go of you then, reaching over and opening his bedside drawer, “There was one more thing I meant to give you today. Before you get jumpy, it isn’t a ring, but it is something special.” You push yourself to sit up as Bruce scooches back, holding out a velvet jewelry box. Your brow furrows as you take hold of it. You give him a guarded, nervous look before you open it. Your stomach flips, and tears prickle at your eyes when you catch sight of your discarded lariat necklace. You haven’t seen it since you ripped it off and called him a coward, and you’d been certain you would never see it again. But there’s something different about it than you remember.

You reach down, trailing your finger over the strand and coming to stop just above another jewel.

“...I thought—”

“It was a diamond,” Bruce nods, “But…” He reaches out, gingerly lifting the necklace out of the box and fastening it around your neck. “I wanted to give it a personal touch.”

“What do you mean?”

Bruce traces his finger along the silver, brushing against the dangling emerald before he gently slides his fingers beneath the new addition.

“This was one of my mother’s pearls.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, you can’t move or breathe or think. Bruce’s gaze flits to your face, sweeping your no doubt stunned expression.

“I thought about proposing tonight,” He admits, “But I think we need more time. That doesn’t mean that I can’t make you a promise—a promise to be honest with you. A promise to love and cherish you for the rest of our lives. A promise to come home to you every night.” Bruce raises his hand, curling his fingers around your trembling jaw. “To keep my temper out of it, to push through the hard things with you instead of running from you—running from us. And to fight for this as hard as I fight for Gotham—and harder, when I need to.”

#Bruce Wayne x Reader #Bruce Wayne x You #Bruce Wayne/Reader #Bruce Wayne/You #Bruce Wayne fic #Bruce Wayne imagine #The Other Half

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Pros and Cons

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You weigh out some of the pros and cons of Andy's offer. Word Count: Over 3k Warnings: Slow burn, reader is broke (is that a warning?), sugar daddy offer, t/easing, slight insecurities, inner monologue, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?) Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Header - yours truly A/N: Welcome back to my Terms and Conditions AU! Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thanks!), but any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Looking back, you weren't sure how you got through your meal with Andy. Lunch was delicious, as expected from such a top restaurant. The conversation was easier than you thought after his offer, though you didn’t say much more. The quiet moments were more comforting than awkward and he didn’t push for you to speak. But all the while, he kept his attention on you. You had a feeling he was trying to get a read on how you would move forward.

You opted to skip dessert, your stomach still a bit in knots. Andy didn’t appear surprised or upset, quietly paying the check. You weren’t entirely sure you could trust yourself if you stayed longer, his soft, inviting smile urging you to say yes.

Does he already know my answer is going to be yes?

"Are you sure I can't take you back to your place?" he asked when he walked you to the curb, his hand on your lower back as you waited for the cab.

You quickly shook your head, firm in your stance. Andy didn’t need to see the part of town you lived in. You had a feeling he would soon enough, but you weren’t ready for that. Not today.

“Are you sure?”

"I'm sure," you replied as you faced him. Up close, his eyes reminded you of the sea on a stormy day. Has he already swept you away? "I just need the day to think things over and figure out what questions I have."

You wouldn't allow yourself to go into this blindly. The two of you had to have a serious discussion to make sure you were on the same page. The scale already tipped in his favor due to his position in your relationship, if you could even call it that. It didn't mean you would allow him to have complete control of your life.

"So, I'll hear from you tomorrow then,” he said, his gaze still on you as the cab pulled up.

"Maybe sooner, but tomorrow for sure," you smiled, almost wishing you ordered dessert just to stay a few minutes longer. Almost. “Thank you again for lunch.”

Your whole body seemed to respond when he brought his mouth close to your ear, enough for his beard to tickle your skin as you shivered. “It was my pleasure,” he whispered, your eyes shutting as you unconsciously moved closer to him.

Before you could press yourself against him, he stepped away to open the door. The abrupt movement left you cold, aching, and wanting more. The small smile on his face as you opened your eyes was all too proud and knowing. It was exactly why you needed to go home and think things through alone.

But not before I give him a taste of his own medicine.

With more confidence than you expected to have, you brushed your fingers enticingly along his cheek before he helped you into the cab. You took pride in watching his composure slip slightly as he clenched his jaw. Having the ability to command his attention was a feat, but now wasn’t the time to take advantage of it.

“Get her home safely,” Andy told the driver, giving your hand the gentlest of squeezes before he paid the man. “Understood?”

“Sure thing,” he said, whistling when he saw the amount of cash in hand.

"Enjoy the rest of your day," Andy said.

"You, too," you replied, looking at him through the window as the door shut.

"Where to?" the cab driver asked.

You reluctantly tore your gaze away from Andy to answer his question. As the cab pulled away, you kept yourself from looking back. You had a feeling Andy still stood there, watching until you were out of sight. It was strange how the distance made it easier to breathe, but you felt out of your own skin.

Maybe because it isn't every day that someone offers to be my sugar daddy.

As if he sensed he was on your mind, he sent you a message.

"Please let me know once you're home."

Written word wasn't always easy to decipher. It could've read as Andy's need for control, to know where you are at all times. But you felt like it leaned closer to wanting to know you're safe. You hoped it was the latter, as it left a warm feeling inside.

"Just made it. Thanks again for lunch." You messaged back once you got back to your apartment minutes later.

“Thank you for letting me know. It was my pleasure.”

“Pleasure.” The same thing he whispered in my ear.

You blocked out the sounds of the bustling streets outside as you flopped down on the couch. You stayed in that spot for a few minutes and stared at the ceiling. Part of you debated exercising or doing something else to distract you from your thoughts, but your heart wouldn't have been in it. Now was the time to reflect on Andy Barber and his proposal.

"Down to business," you whispered before you got up.

When it came to any area in life that required extra attention, you preferred to write by hand instead of typing. It allowed you to process the thoughts and emotions more since it was a more tedious process as opposed to quickly typing. You also didn't have the advantage of backspacing if you made a mistake or didn't like something. These were your words in the moment and they had to be there for a reason.

Weighing out the pros and cons came easy to you. The obvious major pro was not having to worry about your finances for a short time, which means less stress. And less stress meant better sleep, not dreading work, and more taking care of yourself. A domino effect of positives for you.

On the other hand, minus the few interactions and what you found online, you didn't know Andy very well. What did that mean for your safety when you moved into his building? Or when the two of you traveled? If no one knew about your arrangement and something happened, where did that leave you?

I don't think Andy would hurt me, but someone needs to know what's going on.

You dialed Andy's number, wanting confirmation before moving forward with your list.

"Hi, honey."

You weren't sure you'd ever get used to that warm greeting or the mere sound of his voice, but you liked it. "Hi, Andy. I'm sorry to bother you, but I had a quick question for you and I thought it would be better to call instead of text."

"It isn't a bother. Ask away," he urged.

You tapped your pen against the paper. "Since you and I are still in the beginning stage of getting to know each other, I'd feel a bit more comfortable if one of my friends knew about our…" you tried to find the right word as you took a breath.

"Arrangement?" he mused.

"Yes. That's okay, right?" you asked, not sure why you felt nervous to ask. It may have sounded like you didn't trust Andy, but you couldn't be too careful. Surely he understood that.

"I'm glad you asked. It would surprise me if you didn't want someone privy to our arrangement," he assured you. The man was full of surprises. "Is this friend someone you trust? And will they be discreet?"

You almost flinched when Andy brought up discretion. Of course, he didn't need to broadcast that he planned to pay you for your company. You weren't going to tell a ton of people either. The less people knew that you were a first time sugar baby, the better.

"I trust her and I'll make sure she's discreet," you promised.

"As long as you're comfortable, go right ahead," he said, bringing you instantaneous relief. "Did you have any other questions?"

"What dessert would you have selected at lunch today?" you asked curiously.

He chuckled at your switch in topic. "Why don't I answer that question on our first date?"

"Date?" you smiled, butterflies in your stomach before you came back to reality. A date he was paying you for. "When did I say 'yes'?"

"You didn't,” he said. You heard the smile in his voice. “But my instinct says you're leaning in that direction."

I am.

"I think that's all I need for now. Why don't you hold your breath until I call back? You’ll find out if your instinct was right," you teased,

"Don't leave me hanging too long, honey," he said, taking an exaggerated breath for you to hear.

"Bye, Daddy," you smiled, getting right back to your list once you hung up. Your phone went off seconds later.

"Now you're just teasing me, honey."

You bit your lip as you typed. Maybe you were teasing him. Could he blame you? "I call it building anticipation."

"I want you to remember those exact words down the road." Andy sent back.

Despite the tingling between your thighs at the implication, you had to get back to the task at hand. After jotting a couple of other things down, you realized you were slightly stuck on the last part: the physical aspect. While he implied that you didn’t have to sleep with him, attraction was there. You wouldn’t deny that. Sex itself didn’t have to be complicated, but you had to communicate what you were comfortable with and set boundaries.

And what if either of you caught feelings?

You scoffed at that thought. No way would Andy fall for you. Take care of you? Yes. Trust you? Hopefully yes. But actually want you beyond this deal? Why would he? And what if you wanted more than what he had to give? Was adding your emotional well-being to the list worth it?

You had to protect your heart in this game.

I just hope I won’t lose it along the way.

Not wanting to dwell on that, you messaged Estelle.

“Hey. Are you free to talk? Not an emergency, but still important.”

Estelle was one of your oldest friends. Confidant, beautiful, and well off, many assumed she was stuck up or high maintenance. Truthfully, she had a heart of gold and looked out for the people she cared about. You knew if anyone would keep an eye out for you and not judge you for taking this path, she was it.

“You at home? I can stop by.”

And because she never judged you, you never once minded when she came to visit you in this part of the city.

“Come on over.”

You stared at your list as you waited before the letters blurred together, spots dancing in front of your eyes as you felt a slight headache coming on. Talking with Estelle would help ease any nerves you felt. Besides, weren’t you making the best decision for yourself? Not just for the present, but the future?

“Open up! I brought sustenance!” Estelle called through the front door minutes later.

She would find a way to get into the building without me needing to get her.

Your best friend didn’t have a hair out of place as you let her in, tapping her perfectly manicured nail against a bakery bag. She was almost the type of woman you expected for Andy to have beside him. “Got something for each of us. Important talks means important eats,” she said, arching an eyebrow as she looked you over. “You look nice. Who did you get dressed up for? Oh, my god. Did you have a job interview?!”

“Why do you assume I dressed up for someone?” you asked, even though you did. “And sort of?” you added.

“Because you don’t dress up on your days off,” she pointed out, making herself at home in the living room. She never once looked down her nose at your place. If anything, she loved how you made it your own. “I know I've said this before, but I've always liked that color on you. It’s very…” she trailed off as she set the bag on the coffee table next to your list. “Um. What is this?”

Maybe I shouldn’t have titled it “Pros and Cons to having a Sugar Daddy”.

“Yeah, that’s what I want to talk to you about,” you said as you took a seat on the chair.

“Wait. This isn’t a joke? You’re seriously contemplating getting a sugar daddy?” she asked, picking up the list to give it more of a careful read. Her eyes held no judgement. Only concern. “Okay. Talk.”

Over the next few minutes, you told her about meeting Andy and his offer. She was gracious enough not to ask any questions or interrupt, likely letting it sink in. You were probably one of the last people she expected to go down this road. Life was funny that way.

“So, this Andy Barber,” Estelle said once she was up to speed. “If you agree to be his ‘companion’ or whatever, he’ll wipe out your debt and keep your bank account full until this job opens up for his friend? A legitimate job?”

“Pretty much,” you nodded. Hearing it that way sounded too good to be true. “He said he’d make sure I’m comfortable until I get my first paycheck. And Huffman Enterprises is legitimate.”

“So, a legitimate job offer with this being the only string attached,” she said, showing you a photo of Andy from one of the articles she pulled up online. “I mean, the guy’s hot as hell, so he has that going for him until you start to work again. Bet he’d rock your world.”

“I’m sure he would,” you tried to smile, having no doubt about his skills. He didn’t strike you as a selfish lover. Demanding, maybe, but not selfish or a taker.

"Do you like him?” she smirked, not letting you avoid her stare. “No one would blame you if you did.”

“I like what I know about him so far,” you said carefully.

“Mmm," she said, not pushing for more. "Not much written on the 'Con' side of the list."

"That's a good thing, right?"

There weren't many cons overall in your eyes. Your safety and maintaining safe boundaries for sex were the major concerns. You wouldn't budge on those things.

"It is." Estelle dug the treats out of the bag, urging you to take one from her hand. “You know, you could just stay with me. And I don’t mind lending you some money. You could still quit the diner.”

“I couldn’t do that,” you said, picking at the pastry before you set it down. You refused to take advantage of your friendship with Estelle. Besides, what if she gave you money and you couldn’t pay her back? How could you come back from that? “I appreciate it though.”

She sighed and you wondered if you hurt her feelings by turning down her generosity. “I get why you want to do this arrangement, I really do, but are you sure it’s safe?”

“That’s why I’m telling you. If I go anywhere with him, you’ll know the details. You’ll basically be my failsafe,” you explained, which seemed to appease her slightly before you felt tears come to your eyes. You allowed yourself to be vulnerable. “I mean, this isn’t exactly where I thought I’d be at this point in my life. I thought I’d be more self-sufficient or better off, but I’m barely keeping my head above water. I’m tired of feeling like I’m going to drown. At least he can keep me afloat for a short time.”

I just want to breathe without feeling a weight on my chest.

“Hey,” she gently said, reaching over to hug you. Somehow the floodgates didn’t open. “I got your back on this, but he better watch his. If he hurts you in any way, shape, or form, I’ll gut him. I don’t care how powerful he thinks he is.”

A watery laugh escaped. You had no doubt Estelle would emasculate him if he crossed a line. “I know you will,” you said, pulling away. “I also know you’re the last person who would judge me for this and understand that this stays between us.”

“Are you kidding? All the shit I’ve done in my life and you never once judged me, I’d never judge you," she said fiercely. She was a good friend. "And no one else knows?"

"Just you."

A soft smile crossed Estelle's face, likely touched that you trusted her with this. "Your secret is safe with me,” she promised, glancing at your list once more. “Just promise me you thought this through and you’ll be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I have,” you told her. You felt better emotionally knowing that Estelle was aware and onboard with the situation. You didn’t feel alone in this. “And I will be careful.”

“Then give it a few minutes and let him know you want to talk,” she winked.

You waited exactly five minutes and typed out a message. Your finger hovered over “send”, asking yourself one last time if this was the right decision. As Andy’s tender smile flashed in your mind, you touched the screen without hesitation.

“I’m ready to discuss our terms.”

It didn’t take long to get a response.

“My office tomorrow. 4pm. I’ll send you the address.”

“Tomorrow it is,” you told Estelle, your stomach light and weightless again. This was really happening.

“Come on. I’m taking you shopping,” she said, pulling you up before you could argue. “If you won’t stay with me or let me help with your bills, at least let me buy you a dress for your meeting. Consider it an early birthday gift.”

“You just want an excuse to go shopping.”

“I don’t need an excuse,” she argued, shoving your purse into your hands. “But I do want you to be a knockout for your meeting. Let him see exactly what he’s agreeing to. And by the end of this, he won’t want to let you go.”

A girl can dream.

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OURS - STEDDIE X FEM!READER

summary: steve and eddie remind you who you belong to

relationship: steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson

word count: 4.9K

warnings/what to expect: SMUT (+18 MDNI I MEAN IT!!), jealous!steddie, possessive!stedie, dom!steddie, sub!bratty!reader, brat taming, sub/dom dynamics, pet names, slight degradation, established poly relationship, threesome (f/m/m), masturbation, teasing, kissing, semi-public sex (sex in eddie’s van in the middle of the woods), lots of dirty talk, brief dry humping, mentions of spit, masturbation with rings, orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), blow jobs, hand jobs, very brief tits/nipple play, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cum swallowing, biting, rough sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), brief cum play(kinda?), choking, spanking, hair-pulling.

a/n: I have nothing to say in my defense for this one (this was requested)

a reblog and/or comment on my posts really help me out as a content creator so thank you in advance if you take the time to do either!

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Everyone in Hawkins High was celebrating that night because the basketball team had finally won the championship. After years of never winning, tonight you finally bring the cup home. Crowds of people were cheering the team outside the school, different groups hanging out in the parking lot as they all celebrated the recent triumph.

Eddie walked out of the school, looking around at all the people celebrating, which let him know they had won. Honestly, he didn't really care about basketball. He tried to watch the game since you and Steve invited him, but gave up shortly after it began, choosing to go plan his new campaign for the Hellfire Club instead.

He was quick to spot Steve with Nancy and Robin, all of them standing by his van. He joined the group, noticing you were missing. When he asked about you, Robin pointed behind her, the group turning to look at you as you chatted with your usual group of friends.

Steve and Eddie exchanged a look almost immediately when they noticed that guy standing next to you. The one that's always trying to hit on you despite you clearly seeing him as a friend. Even when you say it's nothing, that they’re just overreacting, it’s easy to see right through him. They know exactly what he's trying to do every time he’s around you.

Their blood was boiling the second they saw him leaning closer to you, muttering something before you laughed at whatever he was saying, lightly pushing him away in a playful manner. He didn't give up there, putting a hand at your lower back as he leaned yet again to say something else.

You never thought anything of it, because the two of you have been friends since you were little and he's always been this way with you. Maybe he was flirting, but you never saw it that way. And of course you never flirted back. You’re already in a relationship with Steve and Eddie and you love being with them, clearly not interested in whatever moves your friend might or might not make.

Of course, your boyfriends didn't look at the situation that way. They've seen the way he looks at you and how he's always trailing behind you trying to get you to notice he's interested beyond a friendship. And they usually get overprotective of you whenever he's around, not wanting him to get anywhere near you if they can help it.

Eddie had enough of him touching you, making his way towards your friend group. As soon as you noticed him, you greeted him with a smile and he didn't return it. He was much too preoccupied staring at your friend to notice you.

"We're leaving," was all he said, never once taking his eyes off the guy standing next to you. Your friend seemed to realize what was going on inside Eddie's head because he quickly took his hand away from you.

"Okay, I'll be there in a second," you replied, looking back at him with confusion when he didn't move from your side. "Uh...I'll see you guys tomorrow!" you quickly said, realizing you couldn't say your goodbyes to each of your friends with a hug like you always tend to do, quickly waving at them before the two of you walked back to Eddie's van. "Is something wrong?"

"Told you not to talk to that guy."

"I thought we already had this conversation, Eddie. He's just a friend."

"Well, that's not what he thinks. He's clearly hitting on you."

"He is not!"

You were completely ignored as you joined the rest of the group. Steve looked as pissed as Eddie, so you didn't even try to say something to him.

"We're going back to Robin's house to hang out, if you guys want to join," you heard Nancy offering when you two arrived, noticing the two guys acting a little weird already.

"I'm kinda tired, actually," Eddie replied fairly quickly.

Steve turned to look at him for a second before looking back at Nancy. "Yeah, me too."

Robin and Nancy looked at you now, waiting for your answer. "No way I'm third wheeling all by myself!" you joked..

"You're not going to...okay, maybe that's true," Nancy admitted, a light shade of pink adorning her cheeks. The sight made Robin smirk.

"See you weirdos tomorrow!" Robin said goodbye, both girls walking off to Nancy's car.

As soon as the girls left, Eddie got in the driver's seat of his van without saying a word. You knew they were angry about your friend, and when your boyfriends get upset with you...things don't usually go so well after. More often than not, you'll end up getting punished for it, both Eddie and Steve roughly fucking you until they felt like you learned your lesson.

You got in the back of the van, sitting on the mattress that was at the back of the vehicle. It wasn't weird for the three of you to lay there for hours, so eventually you all decided to put a mattress there with blankets and pillows. That way you could be more comfortable whenever you hang out there.

"Are we going to talk about this?" you finally decided to say something as Steve is getting inside the van too.

"There's better ways to solve this than talking, sweetheart," Steve replied, his tone calmed but with a hint of warning hidden beneath that serenity.

"This isn't fair. It's not my fault you don't like my friends!"

"We like your friends. It's that asshole we can't stand."

"Still sounds like a “you” problem," you insisted. "I don't think I deserve to be punished this time."

"The more you talk back the worst it gets for you, baby," Eddie replies this time, looking at you through the rear-view mirror, grinning at you before focusing back on the road. You didn't say anything after that, wanting them to think they won.

Truth is, you love to tease your boys. That might get you in trouble afterwards, but you just love breaking every rule they tell you, defying their authority to see their reaction.

After a few minutes in silence, you finally lean forward so your head could poke to the front part of the van. "And what exactly are you going to do to me?" you asked in a sweet, innocent voice, knowing whatever it was it’d be far from innocent.

"You'll see when we get home," Eddie replied.

"But I want to know now."

"Always have to be such a brat," Steve commented. The tone he used let you know you're succeeding at pissing them off.

"Fine, if you don't want to tell me..." you started, leaning back once again, making sure to sit in the middle of the mattress so it could be easier for them to look at you through the rear-view mirror. You smirked when you noticed both of his curious looks on you, slowly spreading your legs. "...I'll have to use my imagination."

You licked the tip of your pointer, middle and ring finger before slowly reaching down, your hand sneaking down your skirt and inside your panties as you began touching yourself.

Neither of the two guys witnessing what you were doing through that tiny mirror said a thing. You noticed Steve fixing the fit of his jeans, which encouraged you to continue the show.

All you could think about is Eddie’s body pressed behind yours, tightly gripping your neck as he whispers praises in your ear while Steve is between your legs, his tongue exploring your pussy. The scenario was encouraging you to rub your clit with your fingers. A moan left your mouth involuntarily, your hips rocking back and forth to create more friction as your head leaned back.

You had to stop what you were doing to hold onto the side of the van when Eddie abruptly turned when he wasn't supposed to. The road got bumpy, giving you the impression you weren't on the pavement anymore. When he abruptly stopped, you looked around and saw nothing but trees. Did he just drove the van to the middle of the fucking woods?

Before you could ask what was going on, Eddie turned the engine off and got out of the van, rapidly making his way to the back. You turned around to meet him and the second he opened the back doors, he leaned over you and captured your lips in a needy and heated kiss. His tongue traces your lower lip and you immediately part them, your tongues meeting and exploring each other's mouths shortly after.

He's leaning down on the mattress, one arm holding his weight over you, his other hand grabbing one of yours and guiding it down to his crotch, making you feel his growing erection. "Feel what you did with that little show of yours?"

You bite your lip as you palm him on top of his clothes, already wishing to feel him without the jeans and boxers, his breath accelerating just enough as you continue to touch him. Eddie kisses you again just as fiercely as before, fully pressing to you now that both of your hands moved to his hair. Another moan leaves your mouth when you feel him rock his hips down, rubbing himself against you. He repeated that action a few more times, your hips meeting his halfway.

You felt a weight next to you, realizing Steve has joined the two of you. Eddie pulled back from your kiss, smirking up at Steve before moving aside so he could make out with you instead.

"We're gonna fuck you so hard, it'll make you remember who you belong to," Eddie says while you and Steve continue to kiss, your pussy throbbing when you heard that.

Eddie got on his knees and moved closer to the entrance of the back of the van, getting rid of your skirt. Before you spread your legs for him, you kicked your shoes off without caring where they landed.

He looked up to the two of you making out before he focused on his hand, spitting on the rings he was wearing on one of them. You had to pull back from the kiss with Steve when you felt the rings rubbing up and down your clothed pussy.

"That feels good," you sigh, looking down at the rings moving against you.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked, smirking. "Be a good girl for us and masturbate with my rings," he instructed, stopping his movements so it could be you the one moving instead. You immediately obey, your hips rocking up and down as you begin rubbing against his ringed fingers, your moans increasing in volume.

Steve got rid of your shirt before leaning closer to you, beginning to kiss your neck and collarbone. He bites your skin right under your ear, making the speed of your hips increase just enough.

He hummed against your neck, noticing your moans getting louder and louder. "You make the prettiest sounds, sweetheart. Do you want to cum all over Eddie's rings?"

"Yes," you barely reply, your hips moving faster than ever at this point, feeling your orgasm approaching. "Fuck, I'm close...so close..."

When Eddie heard that, he moved his hand away and left you moving against nothing. You sighed in annoyance for what he just did, forcing you to touch yourself instead. He quickly grabbed your wrist and moved your hand away. "You're not allowed to do that."

"Well, you can't just leave me like that!" you argued.

"That's what you get when you talk to guys we told you to stay away from," Steve said this time.

You scoffed. "Maybe those guys would've made me cum by now."

"Oh, you and your smart mouth," Eddie mutters sarcastically, clearly not enjoying your last comment. He didn't give you time to come up with a reply before he got rid of your panties, throwing them to the side before grabbing both of your legs, dragging you to the edge of the van as he got on his knees on the floor.

You sat up, tugging at his hair when his tongue made contact with your core, expertly licking up and down your folds. He then focused on your clit, the tip of his tongue moving in fast circles before his mouth sucked on it, looking up at you to see your reaction. Your legs were resting on each of his shoulders, your fingers tangled in his hair in an attempt to keep it away from his face as he continued to eat you out.

Steve was on his knees next to you watching the show. You noticed he unbuckled his belt before unzipping his pants and dragging them along with his boxers down to his knees, his already fully erect cock appearing before you.

One of your hands moved away from Eddie's hair to grab Steve by the base of his dick to begin jerking him off while Eddie continued devouring your pussy. Steve let out a low grunt when you first touched him, leaning forward to remove your bra and leaving you completely naked before them.

One of Steve's hands grabbed one of your tits, slowly massaging it before he pinched your nipple with his fingers, making you arch your back in response as you continued to move your hand up and down his dick.

He stopped what he was doing to roughly grab your face to force you to look at him. "You sure love to talk back, don't you?" he started, moving closer to you. "How about we put your mouth to a much better use, yeah?"

You nodded immediately after his question, opening your mouth for him, allowing him to thrust in and out of your mouth at whatever pace he wanted. You kept looking up at him as you gladly accepted him. "Fuck," he mutters, grabbing a fist-full of your hair.

He began thrusting faster in and out of your mouth as you struggled to take the entirety of him in, the intensity of his thrusts and the fact that he repeatedly touched the back of your throat makes you tear up a little.

Your moans increase around him when you feel two of Eddie's fingers entering you, curling upwards inside of you, his thumb continuing the work his tongue was previously doing on your clit.

"Look at you," he comments in a mocking manner. "Such a pretty mess already with Steve's cock in your mouth and my fingers inside of you." You whimper when he increases the speed of his fingers, beginning to finger you at an impossibly fast pace. "Cum for us, baby."

His words alone would be enough to make you cum right there and then, so the fact that he was fingering you that hard and Steve continued to thrust inside your mouth made you quickly reach your first orgasm, your cries muffled almost entirely by Steve's cock.

Eddie barely gave you any time to recover, putting his fingers out of you so his tongue could explore you again, licking and sucking all your juices while you continued to moan around Steve. His mouth sucks on your clit insistently, forbidding you from relaxing as you feel your second orgasm rapidly approaching.

Your legs attempted to shut close, but he used his hands to spread them again to continue what he was doing. It didn't take long for his actions to make you come again, your entire body spasming from overstimulation.

You had to move away from both of them so they could give you a break, unable to continue because you were too sensitive from having two orgasms in a row with barely any time between each of them. You laid back on the mattress, legs shut in hopes that would help to calm you down faster, panting with your eyes closed.

Steve leaned closer to you, his thumb gently tracing your bottom lip. "We're not done with you yet, princess. How about you show Eddie some love, hmm? Show him what that mouth of yours can do."

You opened your eyes right after Steve planted a quick kiss on your lips, watching him move away from you to help Eddie get undressed. While he removed his jacket and shirt off, Eddie began slowly stroking him. Steve would leave sloppy kisses all over the other guy's neck, his hips moving in sync with his hand.

Feeling relatively better already, you joined the two guys by crawling towards them, quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, both his jeans and boxers dropping to his knees. Your mouth watered at the sight of both of his fully erect cocks right in front of you.

You leaned back against one of the walls of the van, both of them following your movements. You sat down, their dicks leveling with your head. You smiled up at both of them before licking one of your hands to once again jerk Steve off, same time as your tongue licked a single strap from the base to the tip of Eddie's dick.

The sounds coming from the two of them let you know you were doing a good job, continuing to stroke Steve while you repeatedly licked Eddie's dick, not fully putting him inside your mouth yet, deciding to tease him a little bit first.

You did the gesture of finally putting him inside your mouth, watching him get ready to feel your hot mouth all around him, but before you could do so you smiled at him once again, leaving a kiss at his tip.

He clearly wasn't happy about that. "You're a such a fucking tease," he mutters, grabbing your hair to guide you closer to him again.

"Can't help it," you reply. "You look so hot like this, all bothered."

"Looks like you haven't learned your lesson yet," Steve says this time.

"I didn't do anything wrong," was your answer to that.

"You sure about that, brat?" he insisted, making you smirk at the little nickname he used.

"Very."

"Fucking shut up," Eddie hissed, pulling at your hair and practically forcing himself inside your mouth. Your smile didn't fade as you accepted him in, sticking your tongue out and opening wider for him.

You stick your tongue back inside your mouth to start bobbing your head around him, making sure to please Steve with your hand as well. After your mouth worked on Eddie for a few minutes you switched, having Steve inside your mouth now while your hand stoke Eddie.

Both guys were looking down at you as you worked on both of them at the same time, watching you twirl your tongue around them, your cheeks hollowing just enough as you suck them off, your thumb teasing their tip and your available hand occasionally massaging their balls to stimulate them ever further. Their constant stare and increasing moans encouraged you to continue to please them.

"Does my mouth feel good?" you asked, looking up at Eddie when you noticed his hips thrusting faster.

"You feel incredible, sweetheart."

"You want to cum inside my mouth? Or maybe you'd prefer to cum all over my face?"

"Fucking hell. Where do you want it?"

"In my mouth."

"Yeah? Beg for it," he snapped, feeling his orgasm approaching with each thrust.

"Please, come in my mouth," you say sweetly, before putting him inside your mouth again, letting him go just to add, "Give it to me, Eddie. Please."

At your request, Eddie increased his speed at the time you bobbed your head faster, focusing on trying not to gag around him every time he hit the back of your throat. You kept your eyes glued to him, silently pleading for him to release his load inside of you.

It took just a few seconds more before he reached his orgasm, hot strings of cum being shot inside your mouth as you quickly began to swallow everything he gave you, not wanting to waste a single drop.

"See what you get when you're a good girl? You get rewarded," Steve praised, helping you clean the saliva away from the corner of your mouth and your chin.

You were quick to capture his finger with your mouth, smiling when you noticed he liked that gesture, slightly shaking his head. "Can't seem to get enough, huh?"

"Nope. I want more," you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck as you begin leaving kisses all across his jawline. "I want you to fuck me, Steve."

"Want me to make you forget about all those other guys with my cock?" he mutters, leaning his head back to give you more room to kiss whenever you want.

"Yes," you moan against the skin of his neck. "Please, Steve. I need you."

"Yeah?" he grunts, one of his hands moving down you play with your clit, making you spread your legs further.

"Need you so bad, baby," you complied, knowing they love when you use your words without them having to order you to do so.

"Come here," he instructed, leaning back and motioning for you to sit on his lap.

You quickly did as told, positioning yourself on top of him, your body slowly lowering until the tip of his dick was rubbing against you. The two of you let out a moan in sync at the sensation.

"Move," he ordered. "Please yourself, just like that..." he groaned, watching you slowly rock your hips, only the tip of him rubbing up and down your folds. "Fuck, that so hot."

Eddie moved to be behind you, both of his hands cupping your tits. You leaned against his chest, moving your head to the side to face him. "You want Steve to fuck the living shit out you, princess?"

"Please," was all you could say.

Eddie smiled approvingly of your plea. "Good girl."

Steve grabbed your hips as you sank further down, his dick slowly stretching you out so ridiculously good you couldn't hold back your moans. When you fully sat down, you took a time to just feel how deep he was, filling you up completely, almost feeling him at the very pit of your stomach. But then your hips moved up before going down again, each movement going faster and faster. Steve groaned, his fingers digging at each side of you as he also contributed to you riding him faster.

Eddie continued to play with your tits, his mouth devouring your neck. He bit down on your skin as he pinched both of your nipples, the sensation making you lean your head back, exposing more of your neck. Taking that in his advantage, one of his hands moved up to grab your neck, softly squeezing.

You gasped at the sensation of him squeezing your neck, even when it was the lightest pressure. "Tighter," you say.

"Since when do you give the orders around here?" he asked, leaning closer to your ear as he said that, gently biting your earlobe.

You huffed, mentally cursing at him for doing this to you. "Please...tighter."

"See? Not that hard," he teased, but complied with your request as he applied more pressure to your neck.

You whimper when you feel his grip tightening, the gesture making the sensation of Steve's dick going in and out of you a hundred times better. Eddie noticed you were getting more aroused, gripping your neck even tighter. "How does Steve feel, princess? Is he fucking you good?" he mutters against your neck, but you were so lost into it that you couldn't find words to reply.

"Still thinking of talking to that jackass?" Steve asks this time. You were barely able to shake your head no. "All you needed was a little cock to remember who you belong to?"

"Never...forgot..." you were barely able to say, too lost in pleasure to care about elaborating an actual sentence.

Eddie's grip loosened up a little so you could get more air. "Say it. Say who this pretty pussy belongs to."

"Yours and Steve's."

"Louder."

"Ah, fuck- yours and Steve's!"

You yelp when Steve smacks your ass as you continue to ride him, his thrusts meeting you halfway. At the speed you two were going while having Eddie tightly gripping your neck, you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

Wanting to please them further, you said, "I'm yours- only yours! Always. Just yours." That earned you another smack in your ass from Steve and a trail of Eddie's kisses along your jaw.

"Shit, shit, shit," you heard Steve muttering underneath you, letting you know he was also close to cum. Finding enough strength, you move even faster as the loudest moan yet escapes your lips, your third orgasm spreading across your entire body in waves of pleasure. Steve moans at the sensation of you squeezing him even tighter as you reach your climax. "I'm gonna cum too," he warned you, expecting you would stand up so he could finish.

"Do it, I want you to cum inside me," you replied, continuing to ride him so he could cum too. Your comment was what officially drove him over the edge, his thrusts slowing as he spills his load inside of you.

When you two recovered from your orgasm, Eddie let go of your neck as you stood up, feeling a string of cum falling down your leg. You quickly cleaned it, doing an effort to put some of it back, the rest cleaning it off your fingers with your tongue. Steve put his boxers back on and got off the van to start getting dressed.

A smirk appears on your face when you feel Eddie running two fingers up your thigh as well, licking them clean before leaning forward to kiss you. The kiss was messy and heated, feeling his once again erect cock pressed against your leg as he slowly began rubbing himself against you. He moans into the kiss when you tug at his hair, fully pressing your bodies together.

He leaned forward, giving you the hint that he wanted you to lean on your back. You did, him positioning on top of you while the two of you continued to kiss. He only pulled away from you to smirk at you as he grabbed one of your legs to put in on his shoulder, the position making you spread even wider.

You were impatiently waiting for him to enter you, leaning your head back against the pillows when he finally filled you in one quick thrust, your whimper muffled against the pillow. He continued his movements in and out of you, the filthy sounds coming from the mixture of yours and Steve's cum each time Eddie moved and both of your desperate moans were the only thing audible along with the creaking of the van due to the speed you two were going at it. Same sounds the van made back when you were riding Steve.

"I could never get enough of this pretty pussy of yours," he mutters, his messy and sweaty hair sticking everywhere around his neck and face. "So good. And all mine and Steve's."

"Yes, yes! All yours," you say, panting. Whatever could help you to make him go as fast as he possibly could.

"Keep saying it. Fucking scream it for the whole world to hear that your ours."

"I'm yours! I'm all yours!" you screamed, gripping the pillow next to you as tears begin falling down your cheeks when you feel your next orgasm rapidly forming at the pit of your stomach. "Fuck, Eddie, I'm gonna cum!"

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your fingers tightly grip the pillow, crying out Eddie's name as you cum again, tears still falling down your cheeks because your body just couldn't handle the amount of pleasure. It was all too much. You were unable to hold the tears back after four orgasms and such a rough fuck like the one these two just gave you.

Eddie moves down to kiss you as he cums too, biting your lower lip to hold back his moans and grunts. He moves your leg off his shoulder, you quickly wrapping both around his hips, wanting to keep him inside of you as the two of you recover.

You helped move his hair away from his face as he continued panting, a smile adorning his face as he looked down at you before kissing you again, ringed fingers resting at the side of your neck as he gave his final thrusts before pulling out of you.

"What a show," Steve commented, standing outside the van as he watched the two of you. "Almost got undressed again to join."

"You should next time," Eddie replied, also starting to get undressed again.

"Fuck, I don't think I can even walk," you say, still sitting inside the van, feeling extremely tired after being roughly fucked by both of them. The cold breeze from the night hits your hot and sweaty body, sending shivers down your spine now that you didn’t have Steve and Eddie next to you, missing the heart of their bodies already.

"That was kinda the point," you get as a reply from Steve. "You had a lesson to learn, remember?"

You roll your eyes at the last comment, copying Eddie as you also begin putting your clothes back on. "I'm gonna need a shower when we get to your place."

"Already thinking of round two?" Eddie asks with a smirk, handing you his shirt, putting only his jacket on. "So you can clean yourself. I can wash it later, it's fine."

You appreciated the gesture, because you really didn't have anything else to clean the mess you were leaving on the blanket beneath you, desperately needing something to wipe the inside of your thighs with. "Thanks."

There was a brief pause before Steve spoke, "so about round two..."

"Don't you think making me cum four times is enough?" you asked in disbelief. Noticing the look on both of their faces, you let out a sigh before adding, "Fine. I'll think about it."

"That's why we love you so much," Eddie grinned, moving towards you to kiss your cheek, walking back to the front of the van to get in the driver's seat again, starting the engine as he waited for Steve to get on the passenger seat, all of you ready to finally head over to Eddie's trailer.

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groguspicklejar · 2 years

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soft days [Bucky Barnes]

summary: After facing The Flag Smashers and saving the world once more, Bucky offers you his place to crash after yours got burned to the ground. But with the constant flirting, you almost regret accepting... almost.

prompt: "All you need is a little love, and some freshly baked cookies. But an orgasm never hurt anybody."

pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: +18 smut, Bucky being a smug little shit, language, Shirtless Bucky, fingering, allusions to fem receiving.

A/N: This wasn't proofread. I'll fix the mistakes later. Please leave a like, comment and reblog. Enjoy❤️

Bucky Barnes is a fucking tease. And he fucking knows it.

Through all the months of paperwork, you had to sort through after the Flag Smashers attacked, you realized this annoying little fact when Bucky would walk around the apartment half-naked.

You didn't have a crush on him. You swear you weren't attracted to him and didn't think of him that way. This was of course a complete lie because your brain would short circuit whenever you'd see miles of muscle and black and vibranium gold.

You sat on the couch, typing away and chose to ignore his tall figure as he strode around his kitchen. Or rather, tried to. Your thighs clenched as you watched the muscles on his back muscles flexing while he ransacked the fridge.

He drank from the carton of milk and turned to look at you. "You work too much."

"Well, someone has to." you muttered, focusing on the screen of your laptop.

"When was the last time you ate?" he asked, tilting his head.

For the first time, you really took the time to pause and think about something other than the workload that has been pushing you to the limit. "I think yesterday?"

It hadn't been a few hours into this new day, right? The only time you remember putting something edible in your mouth was in fact yesterday, you just couldn't recall the time. However, you did recall Bucky making a lot of lame jokes and smiling when you almost choked on your food.

God, that smile made you weak.

Then your attention shifted back to your laptop as soon as you put a stop to that train of thought. No need to dwell on those distracting moments. You need to work.

"Yeah, at breakfast." he pointed out, propping down next to you. "Doll, come on."

You chose to ignore him simply for the fact that he chose the worst day to be showing off his godlike form. "Have something to eat."

"Barnes, I'm not in the mood for sugar at this hour." Your brows furrowed as you focused. You might have found a good enough living arrangement just yet. Only for your device to be snatched from your lap. "Wha— Hey!"

He held it in his vibranium hand. "Since when are we on a last name basis now, sweetheart?"

"Since you keep trying to distract me from work and house hunting."

"Am I really that bad?" he smirked, licking his lips. The fucker knew how tempting he fucking was. And how annoying. "I offer you a place to sleep and remind you to eat and take care of yourself."

He leaned further into your space, which made you inhale sharply. You played it off by putting your feet on the couch, adding a barrier between the you two.

"Yeah, and you drink straight from the milk carton." You will never cease the satisfaction you get from calling him out on his bullshit. "Give it back."

"Not until you eat." He waved the pastry in your face.

You brushed him off, rolling your eyes. And then you felt his arm draping over your shoulder. His warmth oozed into your skin, and as did his scent, which did things to your raging mind.

"Just sayin, sweetheart." His hand caressed your knee, slowly gliding further and further and you found your thoughts bending to his will. "All you need is a little love, and some freshly baked cookies."

You watched him safely put the laptop away and closed it. Then he put the pastry on top of it. What you didn't expect was for him to lean closer to you.

"Wh—what're you—" you stuttered feebly, backing away when his nose touched yours, fully aware of the vibranium hand pressed on your ribcage as his stature loomed over you.

"But an orgasm never hurt anyone."

Goddammit, Barnes.

You scowled, feeling your cheeks burn at the lazy grin settling on his smug face. The warmth between your legs grew exponentially with each moment his hand inched closer to your your shorts, his fingers slipping underneath the hem.

You sucked in a shaky breath when his cold fingers instantly made contact with where you wanted him the most. Instantly, your thighs clenched around his hand.

Fuck, he was just touching your clit and it already feels like you were boiling in your own skin. Your teeth caught your bottom lip as you struggled not to let out a sound, as you were struggling to breathe properly.

"Sweetheart, you're drenched." He licked his lips, humming as he observed how your head lolled back. "I've always wondered if you'd taste as good as you look."

"Fuck you..." you hissed through clenched teeth, struggling to keep your eyes open because his fingers -God, his fingers- made tight little circles on your clit.

"Oh, I'm about to."

You hadn't had an orgasm in months. Bucky's enhanced hearing was always that one factor that inhibited you from touching yourself. Whenever the itch needed to be scratched, you drowned yourself in work instead.

Which is why the pressure built rapidly, taking you higher and higher so fast, you were scared of the fall. Heat pooled in your belly, swirling, threatening to burst you right open.

He gave you a smile so dubious when you let out a shaky moan, you thought you were staring straight at a predator. You hadn't realized he was prowling over you until your back hit the couch. His arm being the only thing keeping your legs from shutting in completely.

"You're full of shit."

"And you about to be full of me, baby." You wanted to smack the smug grin off his face.

"Barnes—" you hissed, trying to close your legs, more out of instinct than anything, despite your pussy clenching so tightly around his fingers. He didn't let you, pushing more of his weight on top of you until your knees were on either sides of his torso and he pushed his fingers so deep that your toes curled while you sighed in delight. "Y—you're such a..."

Your hand grasped his wrist, the one between your legs and you didn't realize your hips raised to find more pleasure, more of his touch. You wanted more, but you didn't want to say it. Didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Sorry, doll." he said, kissing your neck. "What was that?"

You keened harshly, the heat in your stomach building faster, taking you higher and and higher. Bucky plants another delicate kiss on your pulse, his teeth grazing your collarbone and that had done it.

The orgasm hit you harder than you'd expected. Hot-white pleasure flooding your entire system with a force than numbed every last frantic thought in your mind. Your spine bowed tightly as you barely turned your head to mewl into the cushion that was beside your head.

Leaving you vulnerable, unaware of Bucky's gaze. Unaware of the desire just waiting to be unleashed as he watched you cum on his fingers. For he's waited too long to see this happen in real time. You didn't see how he looked at you, like you were the most precious thing to ever exist because your eyes were tightly shut.

"That's what I thought." Your limbs were too weak to smack him in the face.

You breathed deeply, turning your head in time to see him licking his fingers and a moan slipped through his lips. The sight made your cheeks burn hotter than they already did. Your heart might jump through your chest and that worried you.

He leaned back on his knees and took off his shirt. Then he looked down on you, and you felt more like prey with each passing second.

You gasped when he threw your legs over his shoulders and you see his tongue swiping over his lips as he pulled your shorts off, along with your soaked panties to the side. He siched your legs apart this time, groaning as he kissed your weakened thighs.

"Now sit back and let me help you relax."

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annab-nana · 5 months

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Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing with Steve Harrington where ready was so focused on decorating for the holidays and completely ignoring Steve!

he is such an attention whore and needs it constantly and will get it by any means necessary hahah

warnings: not proofread, use of pet names (baby), christmas

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steve was never not in the christmas spirit. he loved everything about it. the gift giving. the time spent with family and friends. the food. all of it, but right now, all he wanted was you and your attention.

unfortunately for him, your attention was on decorating the house for christmas.

"turn it a bit toward me," you told him, watching his hand reach for the star to maneuver it to your liking. "oop, a tad too far." steve fixed it instantly, moving it mere micrometers before he heard your confirmation to stop. "that's good i think. come look at it and tell me if it looks good."

"i'm sure it looks wonderful, baby," steve informed you while stepping down the ladder. he couldn't even catch your eye when he walked over to you. that damn gold star had every bit of your focus. he never thought he'd be jealous of a christmas tree topper before yet here he was, wishing for its glory.

he rolled his eyes at himself before slipping an arm around your shoulders and gazing at the tree. this might be the best christmas tree steve's ever laid eyes on and he told you as much, "y/n, this looks amazing."

but your face didn't seem satisfied.

you leaned your head against steve's shoulder and continued to stare at the tree. "i feel like i'm forgetting something, but i don't know what."

"i think you've got it all," steve shared before his lips pressed a kiss to the top of your head and he pulled you into him with his other arm.

"no, i-" steve's lips moved down and caught your own, stopping the words you were speaking. "steve," you called between kisses.

"hmm?" he hummed absentmindedly.

"we're not done yet," you reminded him, though his lips were definitely putting a pause on your holiday decorating.

"stockings are hung," he started before placing his lips on top of yours again. "christmas tree is up." another kiss. "wreath is up." this time, he kissed your gasping mouth.

"that's it!"

steve pulled away, confused. "what's it?"

"the wreath. i never put it up because you called me in here to help you untangle the lights for the tree, so i never went back out there. that's what i was forgetting," you explained and took a step back to go put it up, but steve's hands on your wrists kept you with him.

"after the wreath is up, will we be done decorating?" steve questioned, a pout he probably wasn't aware of on his face.

your heart squeezed at it and you realized then what you'd been doing, more so who you'd been unintentionally ignoring. taking another step closer to steve, you brought your hands to his face and made sure your full attention was on him.

"yes, i just have to hang the wreath on the nail that is already in the door and then i'll come back in here and be all yours. sound like a plan?"

his smile was enough to keep you warm all christmas season. he surged forward and pecked your lips once more. "sounds like a perfect plan."

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ryomens-vixen · 8 months

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VIIIIXXX I have a request if I may?

I wanna know what Yandere head cannons you have for Suguru. Because I know you have them, and I'm /dying/ to hear them

😌🤍Ofc I have some Yandere head canons of my boyfriend Suguru! And yes you can send a request anytime pookie!

YANDERE!Suguru Headcanons

Summary: Your friends dared you to do this trendy break up prank on your boyfriend...but he's not taking the joke to well.

Yandere!Suguru x (f)YN

CW: Yandere tendencies, Stalking, Kidnapping, NSFW, gaslighting, blood kink if you squint, knife play if you squint, breeding kink.

Word count: ion fuckin know 🤷🏾‍♀️ Reblog & ❤ good luck!

Yandere!Suguru whom you happened to break up with as a joke, except he did not take the joke very lightly at all. You see your boyfriend was absolutely infatuated with you, obsessed even. So this "joke" was not funny to him at all- You have no clue as to how far he would actually go to make sure you're his even though his calm and level headed demeanor says otherwise.

Yandere!Suguru who after that joke would follow you to and from work making sure you hadn't been talking to someone who wasn't him.

Yandere!Suguru who would check your phone while you were in the shower when you'd come over his place to spend the night.

Yandere!Suguru who would "jokingly" tell you to go talk to your other hoes, but whenever you joked back with a nonchalant "Okay, I will" it made his chest tighten and burn with anger. Did you actually have another behind his back? We're you going to go see him after you left? All while faking a small chuckle, you really don't know what you've done, have you?

Yandere!Suguru who would go weeks without talking to you after that night, you never questioned it. Maybe he was busy with work or caught up with Suguru. No- no he wasn't. He was a lot closer than you thought.

Yandere!Suguru who turned off his location so you wouldn't know that the whole time he wasn't speaking to you, he was actually stalking you throughout the day and night. Did you forget already that you gave him a key to your apartment?

Yandere!Suguru who memorized the times where you would eat and take a shower so that he can sneak in each night and hide underneath your bed.

Yandere!Suguru who would listen to you giggle to your girlfriends about this new guy that's become your regular at the café you worked at each morning. Was this the guy you were seeing behind his back? No, he has to REMIND you that you belong to him only and he'd do that tonight.

Yandere!Suguru would wait until you were good and asleep to duct tape your mouth and hog tie you tight enough to get you in his car, all the fighting you did with him really tired you out. Might as well sees what your DARLING boyfriend has in store for you. At least getting kidnapped by some hot guy with dark circles was definitely on the bucket list.

Yandere!Suguru who would later violently toss you onto his couch rather than taking you to his bed, no no that was too good for you.

"You know this IS your fault? Thinking you could EVER find someone better than me- Are you stupid? Answer me, Y/N!"

How on earth could you possibly answer his question...with tape over your month?! But it was so hot seeing him pace around like some crazed lunatic- which is exactly what he was.

"You think you're too good to answer me, huh? It's okay, because I'll show you would actually owes you- NOBODY. And I mean NOBODY. will ever, ever love you as much as I do, Nobody will ever know your body like I know it~"

Man you hadn't a clue what he was going in about, but you knew one thing. That aching in your core was really nagging you with how much Suguru was turning you on. Maybe you should make him act like this more often, Nah because then he'll know you're doing it on purpose.

Yandere!Suguru who would come back with the sharpest knife he could find just to throw himself on top of you. Taking each piece of fabric that covered your delicious body and cutting it, no matter how sloppy the cuts he didn't want to take his time with you at all. You were his and he was determined to remind you of that, he was determined to bury his cock deep into the depths of your insides no matter what.

Yandere!Suguru who accidentally cut your inner tight while trying to get your pajama pants off. All he could hear was the squeal you made followed by a pained whine.

"Oh... I'm so sorry, mamas. Maybe if you didn't drive me crazy like this I wouldn't have cut you, but that's your fault too now isn't it?"

Of course it's not entirely you fault I mean how were you suppose to know that a harmless little prank would cause him so much distress? Goddamn it was hot, but you also didn't enjoy the pain that came with it- what is he doing? Is he liking the blood? What other crazy shit is this man into, you wondered?

"Mmmf, Mamas... You know you taste so good- I bet he's never tasted you before like I have. It almost tastes as good as that pussy of yours, look at it so soaking wet for daddy... Yeah she knows who she belongs too."

Is he- talking to your pussy?! Oh yeah you thought Suguru was crazy before, well he's definitely insane and man was it a little concerning.

Yandere!Suguru who would rub the bright pink tip of his cock onto the would that was left on your inner. The way his breath would hitch at the sight of some of your blood getting in his cock turned him as stiff as a brick he just had to be inside you.

Yandere!Suguru who would run his cock up and down through the folds of your pussy getting all your juices on it.

"I'm going to make you mine all over again, look at pretty pussy, just calling my fuckin name. Shhh.. Shhh. Shhh... Daddy's gonna make that pussy real full in. A. Minute-"

Yandere!Suguru who enunciated his last few words with a sudden thrust. Slamming his cock straight into your cervix- it was so sudden you barely had time to even adjust to his size before your eyes started to roll back.

Yandere!Suguru who threw your legs over his shoulders, ripped the tape off of your mouth, just so he could press his full weight onto you as he leaned down to sloppily kiss you.

"Say it's mines, mamas. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon say who this good pussy belongs too. This pretty pussy that I'm going to impregnate.. You'd like that wouldn't you? Me getting you pregnant, you having MY baby- just say it pretty girl, say it, say it, say it-!"

"I-its yours, AaAah- S- Su- Fuck-"

"Atta girl.. That's right, my fuckin pussy, nobody elses~"

Yandere!Suguru who made you call off of work so that he could properly breed you for the rest of the day so he can make sure you're well fertilized with his seed.

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eeunoia · 8 months

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ENHYPEN Mini Series

ENHYPEN as Taylor Swift Songs

BACK TO DECEMBER

synopsis: through ups and down, boyfriend lee heeseung was there for you. he’s the perfect boyfriend girls always wishes for. he was perfect, always good to you and you hurt him.

pairings: lee heeseung x reader

word count: 11k.

warnings: angst, harsh words. (let me know if there’s more)

note📎: i’m not so sure how i did with this one, but here you go. please enjoy! this is the second part of my taylor swift songs series. i hope you guys liked this. your reply and reblog means a lot and my ask are open for you thoughts. thank you and stay safe.

"Y/n! I'll go first." you looked over your shoulder and smiled at your friend while she waves her hand. You gave a short nod and waved as well before going back to what you're previously doing.

As you busy yourself putting your things inside your training bag, you let out a yelp when someone suddenly caged you in an embrace.

You twists your head after hearing this familiar mischievous chuckles coming from the culprit. It was your boyfriend, Lee Heeseung. His smirk was evident despite you shooting him glares.

"You scared me!" you shouted at him then swat him over his arm once after he lets you go.

He grunts lowly but kept his smirk. "Well that's the purpose." he said playfully that earned him a roll eyes from you.

With a small smile you went back on fixing your things and you felt him walks closer then he threw his arm over your shoulder.

"How was practice today, pretty? I heard you killed the evaluation yesterday." his tone sounded too excited to hear anything about your day which is not a surprise anymore. He was always like this. One thing you are thankful for is that he's always ready to hear your rants about life. Whether they make sense or not, he will give you his ears.

"It was exhausting. I'm pretty sure the teacher is trying to give us a hard time." you complained and faced him so he can see how you're really upset about it.

Heeseung chuckles softly, seeing you like this is surely adorable. "Awe," he showed this expression that made you want to laugh. He cupped your face and leaned down so you're both on your eye level.

"Who made this baby upset?" he asks taunting you a bit.

You bit your lower lip then elbowed him. He laughs, but lets out a small groan out of pain. He was exaggerating a bit, but it was normal. This is how you two usually shows affection.

After finishing fixing your things, Heeseung gently steals it from your grip then the two of you started walking out from the dance practice room. Your eyes slowly trailed over him. He's wearing training clothes so you know he's here to train as well. Probably vocal lessons.

You and your boyfriend are both trainees in Hybe. He's the first one to get here and you actually met here before you two became a couple. It was not a secret, but you both know your responsibilities and limitations. Right now, your priority is both your careers. The staffs always reminds the two of you that you shouldn't let the relationship affect your work in any way.

Specially that the survival show Heeseung will participate in is just right by the corner. It's so near. Its just a month away before it starts. They've already been oriented about it.

"How was the photoshoot last monday, Hee?" you tried opening a topic between your boyfriend who's silently walking beside you.

He glanced at you before grabbing your hand to hold it. "Good. But it felt so weird tho. I wasn't totally used to it." he said and you can see how his ears turned red. You thought it was cute how he gets shy just by remembering it.

"I bet your photos will turn out great. You'll gain many fangirls!" you stated excitedly.

You know Heeseung. He's good looking and very very talented. You are very sure people will love him. He's also very funny too, so you don't see why he needs to get worried about it. Yes, being nervous is a part of it but you know he will do just well. And you'll be right here to support him.

He kept his stares at you. Those bambi doe eyes of him whenever he looks at you with so much affection sure makes your stomach go crazy. There's just something about it that you can't point out. Not to mention how his beautiful honey tan skin goes along with it perfectly. You raised your hand and brush his hair once before flashing him this warm smile.

"I know you're probably very worried and nervous right now," you started and eyes slowly trails down from his eyes down to his nose, and to his lips. He pursed it, that made it even look more red. You blinked, getting a little distracted.

"But you'll do very well, Hee. I know it. We all know it." you glanced back to his eyes after finally shoving away the distracting thoughts of his lips and how good they look.

He kept his stares and didn't respond right away. "Yeah. I just can't help but to overthink with all this pressure around me."

Some people may find him mysterious and honestly, you can't blame them. He isn't the type who will tell you everything and opens up very quickly. Heeseung is very reserved when it comes to letting other people see his emotions. You understand him and somehow gets his point. It also took you a while before he started sharing his thoughts with you.

You draws in a sigh before pursing your lips, "Don't mind the pressure. It will always be there, specially because you're very talented and a lot expects big from you. Just enjoy, baby."

Heeseung's eyes sparkles because of the endearment. His hand reaches out for you and pulled you into a tight embrace. You chuckles, inhaling his manly scent as you slowly returns his affection. His lips pressed a kiss at your forehead once.

"I will. Thank you, baby. For always believing in me."

You blushed. He's been calling you endearments ever since you two started dating, but you still blush like crazy like its the first time. Heeseung have that much effect on you. You truly loves him so much.

"I will always believe in you."

He slightly pulls away then cups your face, "And I believe in you too. I know you'll debut sooner as well." his tone sounded so sure. You couldn't even sense any doubt from it.

You flashed a confident smile, "Definitely!" you cheered happily and you both chuckled after that.

Trainee life wasn't easy and they often say that this isn't just about passion. There's so much more about it. Your dreams and future, they're all connected. The risks you are taking for choosing this life instead of going to a good university was no joke. They said continuing this path is only for brave ones. And you are brave.

As expected, Heeseung became pretty busy the following weeks. Meetings after meetings, trainings after trainings, they even started to film some clips that may appear on the show. It was so exciting and thrilling. Hearing stories from your boyfriend makes you feel like you're experiencing them first hand. You are so happy for him.

You glanced at him silently packing his bag while you hang the outfit he's about to wear tomorrow. It's the big day. His big day. They will go to this place and stay there for a long time. It makes you feel sad and longing already for him. After-all, you two had been inseparable ever since you dated. It was always with him that highlights your days. For now, you have to settle on seeing him on screen. The thought of him finally taking another step closer to his dreams, somehow became your only comfort.

"Did you pack everything?" you broke the silence between you two as you hang his pants together with his tie-dye shirt.

His eyes met yours and he smiled, it was obvious that he was thinking about something before you talked. You already had a clue what it is, but you try to keep your mouth shut and let him speak for it.

"Yes. It's not like we're asked to bring too much anyway. They said all the things we will be needing will be there." he says and you nodded your head trying to push back the tears that were attempting to come out from your eyes.

Heeseung has never seen you cry before. He sees you as a very gullible and happy go lucky person. He does saw you get sad and disappointed, but crying? No. Atleast not yet.

He might have noticed the hint of tears at the corner of your eyes so he chuckles and opens his arms wide for you. A small smirk spreads across his handsome face, to hide and cover the sadness that slowly eating him up.

"Come here," he softly says that you obliged right away.

The hug was warm as always. It was one of your favorite things in the world, being caged between his arms while he place kisses at your head and assured you that everything's going to be all right. For Heeseung, this is also one of his safest place. You between his arms, your warmth comforting him and telling him that you're just there for him. He's attached to you as much as you are to him.

"Three months isn't that long, I'll be back even before you know it." he comforts you even without you mentioning that it was that that bothers you.

He knows, because he himself is sad that you'll be away from each other for that long. But you two have no choice. This is for his dreams, your dreams. This is what's best and you are very happy for him. You'll do anything just for him to be successful and achieve his dreams. And you'll do the same for your dreams. You two promised that a time will come, you will watch each other in big screens while attending music award shows together.

"I love you, Heeseung." you mumbled.

His heart races as he pulls away flashing you a warm smile, "I love you." and he leans in to give you one affectionate kiss on your lips.

That night, you spend it while cuddling each other closely. Sleep doesn't seem to visit you and so you just enjoyed staying with him for a bit more. Soon enough, sunrise were there and he has to leave and go to the place where they'll film the show. He waves at you and you did as well flashing him your warmest smile.

"Y/n, have you watched the first episode?" your eyes looked over one of the trainees who excitedly approach you while you're currently working out.

You smiled and nodded your head shortly. She squealed and even did small jumps out of excitement. Another one smoothly joins in the conversation. They're starting to tell you how amazing and cool Heeseung was along with some other trainees that you couldn't catch on.

You just smile politely and responds whenever they ask things. Unconsciously, your eyes darted over the entrance of the gym when you saw one of the trainors were called by a staff. She asked him something and he nods his head before roaming his eyes around the place, like looking for someone. When you two met eyes, he stopped and pointed you towards the staff.

Your heart races as you watch her thank him then walks towards you. She's familiar. You have seen her with some of the managers around the company. There's a rumor that they're trying to form a girl group and will release them soon. The thought thrilled you and your heart can't help but to leap out of excitement and anticipation.

"Ms. Y/n?" the two girls that were talking to you turns their head and bowed immediately after seeing the staff. She returned the greeting and looked back at you.

"Yes?"

"Are you done with your work out? I would like to invite you to the office, one of the managers asked for you." she said using this professional tone. It made you a little worried and anxious, you'll be honest. But you shrugged it off and bravely nodded your head before asking if you can go take a quick shower first.

She said okay and that she'll just wait for you at the lobby. You didn't waste any time and just quickly go take a quick shower and tried to make yourself look presentable as much as possible. When you arrived by the lobby, she's there on the phone. While walking closer, you try to flatten your shirt and fix your hair. Just in time, she glanced at your way and asked you to wait for a while.

You stood there patiently and after she finishes her call, she walks closer and trailed her eyes from head to toe.

"Follow me." she strictly instructs and you just nodded.

As you follow her, your mind is floating somewhere. A lot of questions flooded you and your lungs pressed out air out of nervous. Chills runs over your spine as your heart clamps making it a little hard to breath. Despite all of these, you composed and prepared yourself to whatever it is that going to happen.

You've seen scenes like this. It's either end up good or bad.

The two of you stops outside a meeting room, here is where special meetings are gathered. Near here is the evaluation hall where you present your monthly performance that they will grade. It will dictate whether you will continue as a trainee or you're out.

"Wait here for a while." she says and knocked twice to the door before peeping his head a little.

"She's here with me. Should I get her inside?" she asks the people inside. You couldn't hear what exactly their responnses are but when the girl motioned you to follow her inside, you guess they agreed.

You draws in big heavy sigh before you walked inside, ready to face them and hear what they call for you in.

As expected, familiar faces are can be seen. They all turned their heads at you once you step inside. Strict and cold looking eyes scanned you from head to foot. It made you more nervous because the silence was very suffocating. They all have serious face and none of them are talking.

"Goodafternoon." you tried to greet them even if you're very nervous. Good thing that you didn't startled.

The girl asked you to stand at the middle, in front of the table where they're all seated. It's not very welcoming and has high tension that makes you just want to run outside, but this was all part of it. Monthly, you get evaluated and this are pretty similar to it.

"What do you think?" one of them asks, only she's not talking to you but rather to the person beside her. There's this strict woman, probably on her mid-30s, and she's staring at you with those strict meticulous eyes of hers. You know her. She have a high position in the company, her opinion is very important when it comes to trainees that will be released by the company.

She kept her stares and didn't talk for a while before she draws in a sigh. "Well, she looked decent." it was a short comment, but was enough to make relief falls over their faces.

She sighed, "All right, take her out from Team B and let her be with (band name) for a while. Let's see their chemistry together."

Your eyes almost popped out of its socket after what you heard from her. She didn't said anything afterwards and just fixed her folder and left, dismissing everyone that isn't needed anymore. All of them stood up to bow at her as she leaves the room, you on the other hand was still stunned at what was happening. A part of you wanted to jump and celebrate, but a part of you felt scared. Worried of what's about to come.

Trainee life is already very hard and you heard that once you're part of a debuting group, it'll be much worst. They said they'll become more strict and things are way different. Despite all of these thoughts that are bothering you, the idea of finally joining a group that will be released is very thrilling.

"Y/n? Come with me." your neck craned over to the staff that took you here in this room.

After bowing politely at the remaining people inside, you decided to follow her towards somewhere. On the way, your heart are thumping like crazy. Your stomach churns in an uncomfortable way. The emotions you are currently having are unexplainable.

Soon enough, both of you arrived at a practice room. Your mouth gapped in awe as you roam your eyes around after she guides you inside. Inside were five girls that turned their heads in unison after noticing your presence. Your curiosity subsided and you suddenly felt shy.

One of them went to stop the music and they walked closer, standing in a straight line. Their curious eyes darted silently at you.

"Girls, this is y/n. She will join your trainings and practices for a while and we will see if she fits the group." she asks you to introduce yourself and even if you feel super shy, you bowed.

"Hi, I'm y/n from Team B. I hope you take good care of me." you showed a polite smile for them that they exchanged with warm smiles. Somehow, it made you feel at ease. They all seems very nice.

One by one, they introduced themselves to you. The staff left you with them and the girls instantly hovered over you excitedly. You blushed and felt surprised at them. One giggles and informed you that you are younger so she wants you to call her 'unnie'.

"You're Heeseung's girl, right?" the oldest from the group suddenly said.

You showed a slight shock over your face and nodded your head. One seems to be surprised at the information while others kept their smiles. They all got excited and soon hovered around you to ask about details. It was obvious how they find it so amusing that you are in a relationship with the ace trainee.

“It must’ve been very hard for you right now. Do you miss him?”

Your lips lifts up into a small smile and eyes slowly trailed down your fingers, the familiar bitter feeling overtaking your chest.

“So much. I got used to having him around.” you admits.

“Yah, you shouldn’t have asked that.” one of them whispered and you just smiled a little at them to show that its fine.

A lady entered the room and she introduced herself as Ms. Kim. She’s the one incharge to manage this debuting group. She flashes you a warm smile. For the first time, you felt at ease. She’s the only one who gave you this kind of face ever since you were escorted here.

You mirrored her smile despite feeling a little awkward.

“Y/n, team B. A trainee for almost a year.” it isn’t a question that needs a confirmation, it was a statement. Seems like she’s well aware of your background. It made you feel a little nervous.

“You’re probably at shock right now, but from now on you will be joining them.” she draws in a sigh. “Consider this a chance to take a spot in the debuting group, Y/n. I hope you take this seriously.” she stated, now looking at you with a stern look on her face.

You nodded right away, warmth slowly spread through your chest.

“Yes, Ma’am!”

Things that follows became a blur. The next thing you know, you are spending most of your time with this group training. A part of you expects a lot, excited and looking forward to what’s waiting ahead, but a part of you also worries a lot. The management did told you that this doesn’t guarantee your spot for the debuting group. They’re just checking if your chemistry with these girls will click. If yes, you’ll debut with them. If not? Then you’re back to team B.

“Come on girls! Move those bodies!” the choreographer ordered and like robots you all complied. You sighed and felt your body aching due to dancing too much. The dance moves are no joke. It was crazy and honestly you feel like your bones are not attached to each other anymore.

“Y/n!!” her screams were loud as your small mistake of the dance after missing off the beat caught her eyes.

Your body stopped moving and that caused her to be more angry. She was always the strict type of teacher, the ones who doesn’t let small mistakes slip off and you understand why. You wanted so bad to move, but your body was too strained to even follow the dances.

“Stop the music!” and in an instant, the song stopped and all the girl’s eyes darted at your direction.

This isn’t a new scene for you anymore. Ever since you joined this group, you felt different. You feel like you cannot dance and sing anymore. Like as if all those trainings you've done before did you nothing, like it was all put into waste.

The girls gave way to the instructor when she marched towards your direction. They have this worried look painted over their faces. You teared your gaze away from them and looked at the furious instructor. She looked really mad. You can’t blame her. The clock is ticking and the debut date is approaching fast. They need the group ready and you are causing them trouble.

“I’m s-sorry.” you muttered lowly as you try to keep your tears from escaping your gloomy and tired eyes.

Her clenching jaw is visible and she lets a scoff, “How many months are you training with them again, y/n?” her tone roared all over the room. Nobody else talked after her question. None of them tries to interrupt or save you from her wrath.

You stood there, looking afraid and tired. You are feeling sorry for messing up, sincerely sorry for it. It’s just you feel like everything’s moving too fast for you. Suddenly, you doesn’t fit to this anymore. Like you’ve been stripped off from your life and was put into a different timeline accidentally. It was hard to explain.

“T-Three months.” you answered, stuttering.

“3 months and you still mess this small details?! Are you really a trainee?!” she shouted right at you. It made you step back once and your head lowered. You felt your chest tightens as you bit your lower lip to keep it from shaking too much. Your eyes heaten up, tears pooling already.

“I don’t even know why they decided to put you in here! I don’t know why you’re here and honestly, I want you out! You are ruining the group’s image! You are not fit here!” her loud voice hurts your ears but her words stabbed you like knives.

A tear fell from your eye. Ever since you joined this debuting group you cried too often. Too often that sometimes even if you’re hurting, no tears flows anymore. It was just too... overwhelming. Nobody’s there to comfort you. The company is strict on making you interact with other people. Right now, you have nobody.

Then Heeseung pops inside your mind. Your lips shakes even more and tears flows unstoppable. Just thinking about him suffocates you more. You wish he’s here beside you. You wish he was here, because you’re sure he will know the perfect words to say. He will know how to calm you down.

“Crying again, huh?! Is that all you can do?! Is that what you trained to do here? You’re better off on the acting career!” she has no mercy. Well, she’s strict that way. It’s not that she’s heartless, or maybe she really is, but there are times that she’s nice and caring. It’s just that she takes her job seriously. And with all the pressure for the upcoming girl group of the company, she can’t help but to be more strict.

“That’s enough,” after hearing Ms. Kim’s voice, the instructor stopped talking but you can still her heavy breaths.

She told everyone to leave the room to give you and Ms. Kim some privacy. The moment they all left, your knees automatically lose all of its strength and you fell on the floor. There, you cried. You cried so hard.

“I��m disappointed in you, Y/n.” unlike the teacher before, her tone is more calmer. Her words added to the knives already buried over you.

“We picked you to add to this group, but you are not doing your best.” she said that made you slowly raise your head to look at her.

Her heart cracks at the sight of you. Eyes full of tears, cheeks and nose red from all the crying and the life in your eyes were nowhere to be found. She can’t even see any determination from you. It’s like as if you’ve already gave up.

“I’m d-doing my best, Ms. Kim.” you tried to argue for yourself. You are trying your best. Multiple times you stayed later than everyone else just to learn the steps a bit more. Your voice strained countless times from all the vocal trainings you’ve done.

“Well, I can’t see it.” she stepped closer and helped you get back to your feet. Her concerned eyes wonders over your crying face. She cares genuinely for you. Even if she’s strict and sometimes she scold you, you can feel her care for you. That’s why seeing you like this hurts her as well. She wants you to debut with this group because she saw a potential in you.

“Do you want this, Y/n?” she asks, brushing away some of your hair from your face.

You nodded continuously, “Y-Yes.”

She stared at your eyes for a good minute before she nods her head. “Show us that you want this.” and with that she pulled you in for a hug.

That made you bursts into tears again, “I’m s-sorry, Ms. Kim. I w-will try more. I will try to do b-better more.” she cares your back and soon she asks you to go home to get some rest.

You’re like a lifeless person while entering the quiet dorm. Since you’re training with the debuting group, you sleep in their dorms as well. The whole place was dark since nobody’s here. You sighed and plopped yourself down the floor. The deafening silence of the place adds more weight to your down mood.

The aches all over your body made you tear up along with the hurtful things that happened a while ago. Your mind was blank, you don’t know how your eyes still produce tears. Then your phone inside your pocket buzzed for a text message you just received.

With slow and lifeless movement, you reached for it then checked who it was. You sat up and wipe off the tears over your cheeks as the familiar contact name of Heeseung’s Mom flashed through your screen. She left you a text.

Mom (Heeseung’s)

Y/n-ah, how are you? You don’t visit me here anymore. I hope you are eating well. I know training is hard, but you can do it. I believe in you, we all do. Don’t starve and overwork yourself. Anyway, its the last episode tomorrow and its your day off. I’m just wondering if you want to watch it with the family?

Your heart tugged by the sweet message. It made your tears flow even more. Guilt and slight anger towards yourself ignites as it reminds you how many people are supporting you. Somehow, that gesture help you to gain motivation to continue and give your best.

You took a long hot bath after crying a bit more before finally going to bed.

The next morning, the dorm was still quiet when you started getting ready to leave. You figured the rest of the girls are still sleeping in because its your day off. They probably stayed late yesterday.

You quickly left the dorm after leaving some cooked meal for the girls and a note saying that you’re off to Heeseung’s house. They are often used to it already. You leave far and his house is the closest to the company. That’s why whenever its your day off, you go there to spend some time with Hee’s Mom. To somehow ease both of your longing towards him.

“Y/n!” her cheerful voice greets you the moment you entered the house. You flashed a bright smile and return her warm hug.

You fight so hard not to cry when you felt her cares your back. With pursed lips, you blinked multiple times to push the tears back. You don’t want to worry her.

She pulls off the hug and caress your face, “Are you eating well? You lost some weight.” she says worriedly.

“Don’t worry, Mom (Hee’s Mom). I make sure I eat well.”

She pouts her lips and stared at your eyes a bit more just to check if you’re really telling the truth. Thankfully, she didn’t notice how your eyes are all puffy with all the crying last night. Guess icing your eyes really works.

She served you good lunch and both of you spent the whole afternoon catching up. The last episode will be stream live later so you still have time. Despite the smiles over her face, you can see through her eyes that she’s worried.

You reached for her hand and caress it.

“He will make it, Mom (Hee’s Mom).” you assured her.

Her eyes teared up now that you noticed it. She’s been holding back these tears because she doesn’t want you to be sad and worried as well. Heeseung has been through a lot these past months inside that survival show. But you know he will debut. He’s strong and very talented. A lot of people supports and loves him.

The two of you are hand in hand while the last episode started. Both in tears whenever Heeseung showed up on the screen.

“Lee Heeseung.”

The two of you screamed and jumped while hugging each other when his name was called. You cried with tears of joy then glanced back at the television. He was now hugging the other debuting members and you can see how relieved he is. He stared through the screen and it made your heart thumped faster.

“You made it, love.” you mumbled under your breath, the cries of joy of his Mom as your background.

The joy you are feeling for your boyfriend are too much, but a tiny bitter feeling aches inside of you. At the back of your mind you know things will change. You have no idea how or what kind of change, but you are certain about it. Then your heart aches after remembering what happened to you yesterday.

You can’t help but to be scared. Heeseung’s a step closer to his dreams, while you seem to have taken a step back.

“Baby!” he jogs towards you and didn’t waste any time to cage you into a tight hug. His face nuzzle over your neck, inhaling your familiar scent that he surely missed so much.

He closed his eyes and tighten his hug even more. He can’t help but to feel too overwhelmed. He didn’t realize how much he missed you until he sees you standing outside their practice room, waiting patiently for their break time.

You pull off from the hug chuckling then cupped his face. He stared lovingly at you and it made your heart beat fast.

“I missed you.” he says and his eyes trailed down to your lips.

You smirked, “I missed you more, ace of Enhypen.”

His cheeks turned red and it didn’t slip from your eyes making you laugh. Did you just made the Lee Heeseung blush? He groaned and placed a quick kiss at your neck before nuzzling once again.

“I’m so proud of you.” you mumbled and Heeseung’s felt so contented that very moment.

He’s just starting to achieve his dreams, but he knows as long as he have you he can do it. He don’t know what he will do if he lose you.

He pulls away again and this time cupped your face, “I love you. Thank you for supporting me.” he says sincerely then slowly leaned in to give you a kiss on your lips.

Your heart tugged and blushed so hard. The feeling was overwhelming for you. Having him hugging you like this sends comfort to you. It somehow makes you forgot about your troubles. It made you forget about it even just for a while.

“I love you, Hee.”

He smiled satisfied. “I heard you’re training with (band name)?”

Just the mention of the band’s name almost made you lose your smile, good thing you managed to hold it. The excitement through his eyes tells you that he have no idea how awful your situation was.

You gave a short nod, his smile even grew wider if possible before he leaned and placed a kiss over your forehead following it with encouraging words of, “You can do it, love. We’ll debut together.”

After that catching up moment with him, he started to become busy. You understand and already saw this coming. The only time you can talk to him is when you see each other at the company, which is not that often, and when he’s not that tired after training. Sometimes, he still try to talk to you despite the long day but you force him to get some rest instead. At times like this, rest is his top priority.

Months pass by and their debut finally came. It was very succesful and you are very happy for him. He deserve it.

While things go smoothly with Heeseung, yours become very hard. Its like you just go to trainings just to get scolded and you go to the dorms to overthink. You are restless, both physically and mentally. Right now, you don’t even know if you can make it. You are trying your best, but you just don’t know where you lack.

“Did you watch our stages?” you can almost vision his big smiles through the phone call.

You wiped off your tears and tried not to be too obvious. Heeseung called while you’re breaking down inside the dorms. He finally had the free time and didn’t want to let the opportunity to talk to his girlfriend pass. He misses you so much and he feels like even if you two texts and calls often, it wasn’t enough. He can feel that a lot of things are going on with you, but you only say a few things to him.

“Y-Yes, baby.” you answered.

You bit your lower lip to stop it from shaking.

“Hey, are you okay?” his worried tone snapped you back to reality.

‘Shit’ you cursed inside your head before inhaling and calming yourself down.

“Of course. My throat is just a little itchy that’s why my voice is strained and I have a cold.” you lied.

You heard him sighed, “Love, I told you to take extra care on yourself right?” his tone sounded so sweet and caring that you felt a lump over your throat. A lot of words that wanted to come out, but you chose not to say them. Right now, he has a lot on his hands and you don’t want to add on them.

“I w-will. Thank you, baby. Please take care too.”

He drawns in a sigh, “Surely. I’ll see you when we have free time.”

Both of you bid goodbye before he finally end the call. You cried more that night and the next day, you are back on training.

Time flies so fast. Months passed by already and Heeseung’s group is already making a name on the kpop world. It was crazy. You are happy for him, but you’re so sad for yourself.

Tonight, a day in september, you are called in over to the office hall. The same room where they called you in to announce that you will debut with that group.

“Y/n.” Ms. Kim calls.

Her and her team that was formed for the group were the ones in here. Probably having a meeting for the new group since their debut is coming so fast. The whole stuff are all planned already.

“Yes, Miss?” you are very nervous, but a little hopeful.

You knew you did your best for the past months. You worked hard to earn the position. Even after getting sick, you still try to attend practices and trainings.

“Listen,” she says and gradually glanced away before reaching over your hand to caress it softly.

Your heart sanks at that. Somehow you already know what’s there to come. Slowly, you can feel your chest tightens and your brain being clouded by a lot of thoughts. You couldn’t response at her at all, but you kept your eyes at her.

“You did so well holding up until now. I know you went through a lot and I am proud you made it this far.” she started and you can see through her eyes that she feels so bad to announce to you the news.

“I’m very sorry honey, but I’m afraid you can’t debut with the group.” her words echoes through your mind like a broken radio. You already expected it but to hear it from her just hits different. It was like being hit by a truck and then get run over by another vehicle. It was dreadful and you can feel your whole body almost giving up. If it weren’t for her hug that she suddenly gave you.

“You did so well, Y/n. Totally.”

When she pulled away, you gave her a soft small smile. Of course it was unsincere so you clearly see the worry over her eyes. You bowed slowly.

“T-Thank you for t-taking good c-care of me.” and it almost made her cry.

You didn’t cried at all while saying good-bye to the staff you used to work with. They are a bit teary tho, and they have a small hint of pity over them.

You head straight to the dorms to pack some of your stuff. It was vacant because the girls are back at the company for their practice. You are silent and still didn’t shed any tear yet. You are feeling awful, but seems like your eyes are tired of shedding any tears.

The silence were broken by a faint chime of from your phone, a text message was sent. Your head craned at your side to look at it. The familiar nickname of your boyfriend can be seen, he sent you loads of messages. Looks like the news made it to him as well. As far as you know, he’s busy now preparing for another comeback.

Your eyes were just staring at the phone until its screen turns off. Seconds later, it opened again and this time you are receiving a call from Heeseung.

“Hello?” you tried saying.

From the other line, you can hear him gasping for air, like as if he ran a marathon or something.

“Baby,” he started. “where are you? Are you at the dorms? I’m outside of your building. I want to see you.”

You almost stumble on your own feet while hurrying to go down and meet the only person that can give you comfort. Once you made it on the groundfloor and straight out of the building, there you saw him standing by the side. He’s wearing a black hoody, sweats, a cap and a mask. Since this building is exclusive, its pretty safe for the two of you to meet here.

You slowly walked towards him and he meet you half way. He took off his mask and once you’re out of his reach, he quickly caged you into a tight embrace.

There. That was what you’re waiting for. The hug was like the one that pulled the trigger for you to release everything you are keeping to yourself. Tears flows nonstop, cries whales that broke Heeseung’s heart. He shut his eyes, getting teary as well as he placed a kiss at the top of your head while trying to comfort you.

“It’s okay, baby. Just let it all out. I’m here.” he mumbles and caress your back while you continue to cry.

Heeseung can’t explain how this scene made him feel. You are crying so bad and this is the very first time he saw you like this. He didn’t like it in one bit.

“It h-hurts so bad, Hee.” you says drawing in a much bigger breath because you can feel your lungs pressing uncomfortably due to crying so hard.

Heeseung cups your face, “I know baby. I know.” he cares it using his thumbs and stared at your eyes lovingly, his eyes expresses how he mourn with you.

“I love you so much, baby. I’m just here for you.” and pulls you in another big hug.

“D-Don’t you have practice?”

He quickly shuts off the topic about him, “Don’t worry about it, I can just stay a bit more. You’re more important right now.”

You want so bad to make him go back to his practice but you know you also need him here by your side. For once, you chose to be selfish and make him stay with you.

You nuzzle over his chest, tears still streaming. “I love you so much, Heeseung. Thank you for being here with me right now.” and he didn’t say a single word. Just a kiss at the top of your head as he cages you inside his warm embraces hoping it somehow ease the pain.

A lot changed right after you got removed from the debut line up. You lost your will to be a trainee or even attend any lessons. The effect it left was undeniably impactful. The people close with you felt so bad and doesn’t really know how to help you cheer up.

Heeseung too. Juggling both his career and his relationship with you was not easy at all for the rookie ace. Giving up any of it didn’t became an option tho. No matter how hard it is, he always made sure he will still have time for you. He understands what you’re going through. It was hurting and breaking him to see you like this. The fact that he felt like you are slipping off was so much painful.

“Hi, love.” your lifeless eyes darted at Heeseung when he enters your dorm. He was wearing this big smile while holding some take-outs.

After placing it on the table, he walks closer and quickly pulls you in for a hug. Your eyes can’t help but to notice his newly bleached hair. You don’t know what exactly to feel about it. You should be happy for your boyfriend, since his group is slowly becoming known to the whole world. He’s obviously doing very well. As expected from the Lee Heeseung.

He pulls out from the hug and tilts his head to catch your eyes. You flash him a small smile, quickly pushing away the negative look on your eyes after meeting his.

“How are you today?” he asks, curiously.

‘Terrible.’ you wanted to answer, but stopped yourself from doing so. He may seem like he’s full of energy and all, but you are aware that he’s very tired. Amused at how he can still be here despite the busy schedule, you can’t help but to scan him with your eyes. Heeseung noticed your tired eyes and opens his mouth. He’s about to ask you, but somehow he already knows what you’ll say. He figured you still don’t want to talk about it yet.

“I’m doing fine. How about you?” you tried to sound as much cheerful as you want to, but you’re sure you failed.

“Good. Just a little tired.” his eyes settled at you, looking so affectionate.

His hands snakes over your waist and you felt your heart beat fast. Heeseung never changed, if there’s something that change maybe it was that he became even more sweet and honestly its making you feel guilty. Even if he don’t say it, you know you’ve been neglecting him.

You ran your hands from his arms towards his biceps over to his shoulder before locking your hands behind his nape, pulling your bodies closer to each other. You stared at him as a playful smirk plays over his pretty lips, his eyes softens even more with your initiation of skinship. He missed this.

“I’m so proud of you.” you whispered sincerely making his eyes be filled with so much love.

His hand squeezed your waist a bit before one raised to cup your face, “I’m very proud of you as well, love.” and he leaned in to seal it with a loving kiss at your lips.

Your eyes shuts as the bitter feeling slowly creep towards your chest, poisoning your mind with guilt for a lot of things. Those words he told you, even if he’s sincere about it you are the one who can’t accept any of it. It was painful rather than comforting. You wanted so bad to take it in, convince yourself that you are worthy of it, but always ends up resenting yourself even more.

You two spent the night together. He was so happy being with you and you tried to enjoy the moment as well. The problem was clearly not him, it was you. You are punishing yourself.

Days, weeks continued the same. You are lifeless and with no will already. It was evident with the people you train with. Sometimes you hear them talk.

“Isn’t she suppose to debut with (band name)? What happened?” one whispers while you pretend to continue filling your glass with water.

“I heard that she was not good enough and that she’s ruining the group’s image so they took her out.”

The words stung, but the memories that comes after was the one that broke you. With no words, you exits the room and went straight to a bathroom stall to once again cry, hoping it will somehow take some of this awful feelings away. But no. They don’t go away, they even get worst. You know you need to get away, you need to do something.

“Y/n,” the admin assigned for the trainee looked at you with worry.

You tried flash her a smile. “Please let me do this. I...” your words got stuck over your throat as you stall with your sentence. “..don’t think I can continue anymore. I’m very sorry.”

You lower your head, afraid to see more disappointed look from people. Silence ate the two of you and nobody dares to talk for a while before you felt her pulling you into a hug. It made you tear up, but you pursed your lips to keep those unwanted cries to come out.

“I’m sorry too, darling.” she mumbled and then pats your back before pulling away.

“Okay, you can go. But remember that if ever your mind changes, you are welcome to come back.”

You gave her a nod, but the idea of coming back to this place was not even playing through your mind. You bid good bye to some of the trainees you’re close with before heading towards your dorms to go pack your things. While doing it, your mind always get clouded by the thought of forgotting something.

It's been a week ever since you last saw Heeseung and you are avoiding him as well because you wanted to think throughly of this situation. Your phone was off too the whole day. Your heart aches just by thinking of him. You love Heeseung, you love him so much but right now you don’t know if you can love him well when you’re this broken. He doesn’t deserve to be neglected and so you planned to end what’s between you and him tonight too.

Your hand balled into a fist before you fished your phone and switched it open. The moment it was turned on, your chect tightens at the sight of Heeseung and you as your wallpaper. Both of you looked so happy, these was back to the days that its not yet so tough.

You jolted when the phone started to vibrate and his name flash on your screen. A tear left your eye and your chest tightens. You can feel the pain was eating your whole system.

You threw your head back and shut your eyes for a while before trying to calm youself down. You don’t want to, but you know you have to face him sooner or later.

“H-Hello?”

“Baby! I couldn’t get a hold of you the whole day, I was worried sick. What happened?” you bit your lower lip as your heart swells in an uncomfortable way.

“N-Nothing. I’m sorry to worry you.” and for what will follow afterwards.

“Can you go down? I’m outside your dorm.” he still sounded so worried and after hearing what he said, your head cranes towards the windows. You’re too afraid to approach it and check if he was telling the truth. You don’t know if you’re ready to see him there, waiting for you like always.

Even if he’s not telling you, you are completely aware that deep down he wants to demand from you. Attention, time and affection. He wants all of it from you like before, but he’s just too nice to bother you with it. He knew you are going through something so he will just understand. He loves you too much that your presence is enough for him.

After heaving a sigh, trying to gather your thoughts so you’ll be ready to say it to him properly. You know it won’t make anything better. No matter how perfect you manage to say your thoughts towards him, you know it will hurt him big time.

Just thinking of him waiting outside hurts already, but seeing him right now was even painful. He cranes his head at your direction after hearing faint steps. His brows was a little furrowed out of worry and met you half way. His hands reached out for you to pull you closer to his touch, feeling impatient to cage you into an embrace. It felt warm, comforting like usual but it sends you guilt as well. You can’t keep up with this. You don’t want to keep feeling this way.

“I was so worried for you.” he muttered and soon pulls away so he can look at your face.

Heeseung was taken aback to see your bloodshot eyes. It was very obvious you cried and when he was about to ask you what’s going on, his mouth hang open. For the first time after the night he first saw you, he manages to see how broken you are. Your eyes looks so drained and tired, like as if hiding them was not enough already as well.

“Baby..” he calls softly.

You pursed your lips as it starts to shake, tears pools your eyes. “Let’s break up, Heeseung.”

Your words didn’t process right away. He stiffens as he stares at you blankly, doesn’t want to believe what he just heard from you.

“W-What?” he draws in a strained sigh, chest tightening. “What did you say?” his tone hesitant but he wants to hear it again. He’s hoping he heard it wrong, that you are just pranking him. That all of these are just a joke.

You swallowed, feeling a lump getting in between your throat. The pain was undescribable, it was uncomfy to bear and definitely much more worst than what you felt after getting kicked out from the group. It was crazy how that feeling was beaten. You don’t know such emotions exists.

“L-Let’s end this, Heeseung. I can’t keep going on like this.” you finished your line, the words practiced moments before were all thrown outside the window.

“N-No,” He blinks, eyes starting to water. His hold from you losen and his hands fell over his sides as he stare at you hopelessly. His adam's apple bobbed continuously, trying to swallow whatever that feeling that was in between his throat.

“You are just joking, right?” he tries to push back those tears back because there’s no way he’s losing you. Not right now.

“No, y/n. We can’t. Please, I love you. I’m trying hard, right? I’m doing my best to keep you, why..” his words trailed as he saw how you look dead tired and serious. He realized you are true to your words. That this isn’t just some prank. “...are you doing this? How can you give this up like this? How can you do that when I’m trying hard to fight?” he couldn’t help but to feel so betrayed right now. It was a bitter feeling he never imagined to feel from you.

You lowered your head, tears started to flow nonstop. “I’m s-so sorry,” were the only words you can tell him right now.

He stared at you, shoulders hanging low. A tear left his eyes. He wants to pull you closer to comfort you but he himself was hurting too much right now.

“I’m so tired. I can’t keep on disappointing people—”

“You aren't! Did I ever made you feel like that?! I try so hard not to upset or offend you, because I know how hard that must’ve been feel! I try to give you attention, give you love hoping it will somehow manage to ease the pain! I love you, y/n... so much! I’m always here for you and I will—”

“That’s the point, Hee!” you cut him off lifting your head to look at him straight in his eyes. Letting him see how miserable and broken you really are.

He pursed his lips, jaw clenching while looking at you silently.

“You are doing so well. Being an idol and being my boyfriend! I am very happy for you and very thankful that despite of my shortcomings you made me feel loved. You always make me feel worthy even if I’m such a disappointment.” he took a step closer and was about to talk, but you interrupted him.

“I tried to cover it all up. I tried to convince myself that its just a moment, a phase of my life and it will soon fade away if I tried to focus on the brighter things in my life. But no! Who am I fooling? The guilt is eating me up! The disappointment I was trying to bury behind my back was poisining me all the way in. It was killing me! It was silently ruining me and I can’t keep living with it because I'm so tired. I’m tired hearing things from other people how I’m not deserving of this...” your eyes slowly softens but soon replaced by bitterness as you stared at him, “... how I’m not deserving of you.”

Heeseung shakes his head, disagreeing. He wants to hold you but you stepped back, hurting him.

“I know you don’t think that way, but the problem here is not you. This is beyond your control, Heeseung. It was all on me. These are issues only I can fix. I’m so sorry, but I n-need to end what we have.”

Heeseung was looking at you silently, still couldn’t get over by the fact that you stepped away from his hold, from him. It was a scene not easy to forget.

“I will go back home to our province. I will stop training as well.”

This time Heeseung furrowed his brows hardly. Your eyes glanced away from him, can’t handle the way he stares at you this time.

“What...” he’s actually surprised at what more there is that you’ll reveal. He doesn’t know if he wants to be here to hear all of it, because it gets even worst.

He sighed heavily, calming himself before he face palms and lets out a big heavy sigh again.

“I can try so hard to understand you giving up us,” he starts that made you look at him. “..but you giving up your dreams? That I can’t understand.” he clenches his jaw, finally looking at you in disbelief.

You stayed silent. Letting him say those words at you. Letting you hear it and absorb it all just to match the pain that were already leaving inside of you.

“I will never understand and accept you giving up the dreams you’ve built with me. I was there when you dreamed of it and I know I wasn’t the only one who believed you can.” he steps closer that caught you off-guard so you didn’t have the chance to back away.

Heeseung grabs your hand and gave you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Your heart cracks and sank seeing it, but after he said the following words, your whole heart crumbs.

“Here,” he says. “Happy Anniversary.” his voice was filled with nothing but pain and bitterness before he turned around then started walking away from you.

Your eyes settled at the pretty flowers as tears flows nonstop once again, bluring your vision. When you finally gather yourself and ready to call him out, he was all gone. Lee Heeseung, the man that you love left with a broken heart. The night felt colder and the painful memory carved something inside your heart. A permanent scar.

“Waah, Lee Heeseung really did make it.” your head shifts to your side and saw how the staffs around you watch him over the monitor with adoration through their eyes. A small smile made it to your face before you looked back to watch him once again.

“I’m so proud of you.” you mumbled to yourself and felt the corner of your eyes slowly burning just by getting reminded of how perfect he was for you.

You snapped back to reality when you heard your instructor clapping their hands. “Chop chop ladies! We need to finish the choreo because your debut is near.”

Without wasting any time, you stood up and went to your position. Your mind was filled with nothing but memories of Lee Heeseung. The happy and sad flashbacks through your mind as you dance to your debut song.

Yes, you went back on training after a couple of months. The company called you, announcing that they want you to be part of a debuting group. This time, you secured your spot and was already introduced as one of the members. The feedback was crazy and you couldn’t imagine that you are currently in this situation when it was hell a few months back.

It’s been seven months ever since that night. You haven’t called or texted him. He didn’t try to reach out as well. You can’t blame him tho. If that night was painful for you, I’m sure it was dreadful for him. You can see him doing well with his group. He’s already making a name and you’re not even surprised.

Whenever you watch him through the screen, your heart aches for two reason. One, because you’re very happy that he’s achieving all his goald. Two, because you miss him so much. You missed how good he was. You missed loving and caring he is towards you. You missed his goofiness, his sweet chuckles, his sweet smiles. You missed his expressive eyes that stares at you lovingly. You missed his tan skin, his warm hugs and sweet kisses. You missed everything about him, you missed Lee Heeseung.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call him?” his manager looks at you with hopeful eyes, one day.

You approached him and ask if you can have Heeseung’s number. He was surprised to hear from you after a long time, but he was also excited. He knew that what happened between you and Heeseung affected the young ace. He may not show it, but something changed.

“No need, manager. I will just text him. I’m sure he’s busy with the preparation for their tour.” you gave him a short bow before waving him good-bye.

Your eyes dropped at the piece of paper he handed you. It’s Heeseung’s number. Their world tour will start next week and you will attend the opening day. You planned to ask him to meet you right after, if he’s willing to. Just by thinking about it, you can already feel your knees weakening. But you know you have to do this. You know you still love him so much and nothing changed with it. His feelings may already did, but you still want to try.

“Bye, Y/n! Goodluck! See you at the dorms.” one of your member waved and showed you a fighting gesture before they started walking off.

With both hands holding a paper bag, you tried to calm yourself down while waiting for Lee Heeseung to show up. You’ve texted him a couple of times already, but you received no replies to any of them. Tonight was day 1 of their Manifesto world tour. It was amazing, Lee Heeseung was amazing. You texted him that you’ll wait for him right here after their concert.

Your eyes grew a bit big as you waved nervously at the familiar person walking towards you.

“I’m happy you make time to meet me! How’s the first day of concert?” your smile was wide while you hold the gift you prepared for him. He walked closer, but not too close. He looked at you silently, roaming his eyes around your face.

Your heart aches at the sight of an unfamiliar eyes. He changed a lot, that’s for sure.

“It was fine.” he answered shortly. You pursed your lips, wanted not to spoil the mood.

“Congratulations to your tour!” tone a bit stretched out now. He nodded his head and his eyes trailed down to the gift you are holding.

“What are you really doing here, y/n?” he finally asked. you gulped and your hold to the paper bag tightens as you looked at him.

“I m-missed you.”

The silence that followed your words was deafening. He stared at you with blank eyes and then you saw how his jaw clenched. He draws in a sigh, calming himself.

“Look Y/n,” he starts. “I’m glad that you’re back on achieving your dreams, I really am. But that doesn’t mean we can go back to how we were before as well.” his tone was stern and cold that it pierced straight to your chest.

“Hee—”

“A lot already changed, Y/n. You broke me so bad that night that it took me a while to actually recover. I loved you, I was ready to fight for you no matter what, but you gave up. You gave us up.” your head hang low at his words.

“You will always have a place in my heart, Y/n. But I’m sorry, I don’t think I love you that way anymore.”

You raised your head and stared at his eyes. Your heart sank when you saw how he looked a bit hurt just by thinking about what happened in the past. You mentally cursed yourself for thinking of getting back with him. You shouldn’t even thought of talking to him.

You tried hard to flash him a smile as a tear fell from your eye. “I’m s-sorry, Heeseung.” you said and you saw how he teared his gaze away from you.

You licked your lips and sighed heavily, “I just want to say I’m very proud of you and that I love you.” and you stepped closer to place your gift not to far from him.

“I hope you’ll accept this. Its just supplements and vitamins to keep you healthy for the tour. Goodluck.” and you turned your heels to start walking away.

Your tears streamed continuously as you ride the car on your way back. The whole night, you cried yourself to sleep then the next day, you tried to busy yourself with trainings. Your members didn’t asked about it. After that day, you swore to yourself that you’ll focus on yourself and career. You will leave him alone because he's already doing good without you.

His tour started and you are happy to see him enjoying it so well.

On the other hand, your debut was a success. Fans loved you and it was the best feeling ever. Somehow it diverts your attention away from Heeseung. As his tour continuous, your promotion went on as well.

You are starting to get known around the country that you’ve been invited at some variety shows. Some fans even started shipping you with one of the artist from the same agency, Beomgyu from TXT. The two of you just laughs it off knowing that it won’t ever happen because he's good friends with your ex. He do loves to tease the fans, tho.

Months pass by and your group was given a chance to do a big show at Seoul. You are very overwhelmed and very happy. These are the moments you’d realized how worthy all the pain and hardships you went through. You lost some, but also gain a lot along the way.

“Again, this is (Band name)! Thank you so much!” and you all bowed altogether before exiting the stage happily, waving at the fans endlessly.

Behind the stage, you cheered together with them and took some photos to post at your social medias. On your way to the dressing room, your eyes looked at your phone when your phone buzzed for a text. It was Beomgyu. You two were hanging out around too much, lately.

“Y/n, I forgot to mention.” your manager starts. “Beomgyu is right by the parking lot behind. He’s waiting for you.”

You nodded and grabbed a jacket so you can go to him. Some of the members teased you that you just ignored before you went there to meet him. He was smiling widely when he saw you, opening his arms to ask for a hug. You laughed and quickly gave him an embrace.

“You did so well, Miss!” he said and smiled proudly.

You pursed your lips and thanked him. “I have a gift for you.” and he pulls off the hug excited and go behind the car.

“What? You don’t really have to—” your lips pouted when you saw a big bouquet of flowers. It was so pretty.

“Thank you, Beomgyu.” you said sincerely as you stare at it, mind starting to flow somewhere else. The scene kind of remind you of something, your heart can’t help but to ache.

“Read the card!” he snaps you back to reality and you chuckled then opens it.

‘Look behind you.’ your brows furrowed at the message, but slowly turned your head.

Your eyes grew big at the sight of Lee Heeseung walking closer. He’s wearing a hoodie, but you are so sure that it was him. Right, today was the day they came back from their tour. You didn’t even realized it. You can’t utter a single word while looking at him. When he stood right in front of you, that's when it finally sink in. He’s here. He’s in front of you. Lee Heeseung is here.

“Hi.” he greeted and smiled a little.

“H-Hello,” you stuttered.

Beomgyu laughs behind you and walks closer. He pats Heeseung’s shoulder before exiting himself.

“W-What...?” you can’t make up a sentence because you’re in a complete shock.

He cleared his throat, his adams apple moved out of nervous. He licked his lips and stared straight through your eyes.

“What are you doing here, Heeseung?” you finally managed to ask, confused and heart racing so fast at the same time.

He sighed, “I missed you too, Y/n. I missed you so much.”

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Truth or dare - Joe Toye x F!Reader

Summary: Could taking Toye's cigarette from his mouth on a dare be the push Reader and him need to cut the recent tension in their friendship?

Warnings: Cursing, heavy make-up, suggestive ending. 1st person POV (female, no use of y/n).

A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.

A/N pt 2: This is the second fic I've posted today and I'm really hoping it's good. The ending leaves room for a possible smut part 2 if anyone is interesting. Comments, likes, reblogs mean everything to me. Thank you & enjoy!

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"What's so funny?" I ask as I sit down at the nurses table in the mess hall. I got there just in time to grab the last bits of lunch options before my shift starts.

"We are playing 'truth or dare' and Emily just had to answer who she'd rather kiss: Tab or Luz." Betty told me between giggles.

"Well? Who'd you pick?" I shoot Emily a smirk, already knowing her answer as we've been the only ones in our group that came from Toccoa and therefore the closest.

"Tab." Her face gets redder, as if that was possible, then she gets a mischievous look in her eye. "Your turn. Truth or dare?"

"Dare." I know she knows too much dirt on me to let her ask a question. But judging by the smile spreading on her face, I'm not sure I chose correctly.

"Go get that cigarette Toye is smoking." Her smile widens as the girls within earshot say 'oh' and some whistle.

Joe Toye is not someone that most of the nurses like dealing with. Not that he's rude or inappropriate, he just intimidates them. Not as bad as Spiers, but they put him right up there. From an outsiders point of view I can understand, he's not overly friendly like most of the guys in Easy you have to work a little to weasel past the hard exterior.

For myself, all I had to do was shoot Tab down for the billionth time back in Georgia as I was wrapping up his ankle that he twisted on yet another Currahee run. Don't get me wrong, I like Tab but not in that way and the quicker I could make him understand that the sooner we could just enjoy being friends.

Right when I was finishing up with his wrap, he started to say another pick-up line and being at my wits end I snapped a little. Grabbing his ankle I put enough pressure on it that made him stop talking and sit up straighter.

"Tab, if you come onto me one more time I will break your ankle. Do you understand me?" I kept my voice low and hard, maintaining direct eye contact so he knew I wasn't playing. With a small gulp, he nodded his head and I put on my most charming smile. "Wonderful, now take it easy with that ankle. If Sobel gives you a hard time about it, let me know and I'll put in a word with my supervisor to find a reason to annoy him."

With a final nod, I got him off the bed and started to help him to the door when a hand pushed me to the side and took my spot next to Tab. My protest died on my lips as I came face to face with Toye.

"I can take him from here, ma'am, thanks." He threw Tab's arm over his shoulder and started moving to the door. Two steps later he looked over his shoulder back at me with a small smirk on his face and said, "Remind me to not piss you off when you're fixing me up." Without waiting for a reply, he turned back around and kept himself and Tab moving.

From that day forward a friendship of sorts grew and since landing in Europe and dealing with the horrors of the war in our faces everyday, we'd grown even closer. The past few weeks things are taken a turn to being more flirty with beginning stages of intimacy. Jokes whispered in each others ears just so we can be closer than normal, fingers touching when handing each other items, lingering hugs, forehead and cheek kisses. It was all adding up and creating a tension neither of us seemed ready yet to break but didn't want to dispel either.

Emily's foot nudging mine under the table breaks me from my memories and makes me send her a glare. She's fully aware of the gray area Toye and I are in at the moment and seems to be all too happy to add fuel to that fire. I give a loud sigh and look around till I find him sitting a few rows to our left, sitting with Guarnere and Buck. Inwardly I groan, those two are never going to let me live this down.

With a final glare in her direction, I stand up and make my way over towards the guys. I can feel all of the girls eyes on my back which does nothing in helping me stay calm.

All three of them see me at the same time and smile in greeting.

"Hey doll, how's it going?" Buck asks as I sit across from him, next to Toye.

"About to go on shift, thought I'd say a quick hi and get a smoke." I shrug, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Here ya go." Bill tosses his pack my way from next to Buck.

"Thanks, but uh, I think I'll take this one." Before I can over think it, I pluck the cigarette resting between Toye's lips and take a long drag. I blow the smoke right in his face, hoping it'll hide how red my face is and stand up quickly. "Always a pleasure."

I practically jog to the nurses table, ignoring the laughs and 'good jobs' as I grab Emily by the arm and force her to leave the mess hall with me. I don't let go of her until we are nearly at the medic station. With a final puff I toss my stolen cigarette into the road and turn to face my friend that hasn't stopped beaming at me since I grabbed her.

"What?!" I sound almost frantic.

"Oh calm down, it's not the end of the world. It was just a cigarette."

"How do I even begin to explain what that was?" I put my hands on my hips.

Emily shrugs and flicks some invisible dust off her shoulder, "Just tell him that it was dare. But honestly, I don't think he really cares why you did it. The way he was looking at you as we left was more than mild interest. You're welcome." She pats my cheek and goes into the medic station, leaving me with no choice but to groan and follow her.

It doesn't take long for me to push the earlier experience from my mind and become overwhelmed with current and new patients in need of varying medical attention. Most are stable and just need an easy wrapping or cleaning up. There's a few that have been with us for a little while that still need monitoring but they're in relatively good spirits so it helps make the shift not too depression.

It's fully dark outside when I finally am able to step away and take a breather. With a signal to Emily letting her know I'll be around back, I slip out quietly and lean against the backwall of the building. I can't be alone more than a few minutes when I hear footsteps heading my way. I just want to be alone. But my annoyance goes away when I see who it is.

Neither of us speaks as he stops right in front of me and tucks a lose piece of hair behind my ear.

"You okay?" His words are soft and light, barely above a whisper as if he's afraid anything louder would break the small bit of peace we've managed to get in this hidden area. All I do is nod, not wanting to elaborate on the different faces and wounds I've been dealing with the past hours. His response is to pull me in his arms and spin us around so that his back is against the wall and I'm leaning against him.

We stay like that for a bit, listening to the noises on the street and each other breathing. It's nearly enough to make me fall asleep when I feel his chest rumble and the question I've been dreading is asked.

"So what was that at lunch?" I groan into his chest before pushing back far enough to look at his face. Fuck Joe Toye for being beautiful and sexy at the same time when he allows himself to give a full smile, not just a smirk.

"The girls were playing truth or dare and that was my dare. Sorry." I shoot him a small smile and pray he just drops it. He gives a small hum as he takes in my words.

"Well then, truth or dare?" He leans more against the wall, waiting for my answer. I gape at him.

"You can't be serious." The intimidating Joe Toye is trying to play 'truth or dare' with me? What the fuck.

"I'm always seriously," Joe winks, "so, truth or dare?" The glint in his eyes tells me there is no safe choice.

"Dare." I'd rather do something stupid than be asked something I'd rather not answer right now.

The silence stretches between us almost to an unbearable point, making me start to fidget in his arms.

"Close your eyes." His words make me freeze and my face scrunches up in confusion.

"That's my dare?" I'm trying to figure out what the catch is, but I can't find one.

"Close. Your. Eyes." His voice leaves no room for argument and since it's not anything crazy all I can do is comply.

With my eyes closed I try to use my others senses to figure out what his next step is. At first all he does is stand up straighter, move one hand up my back and gently cups my cheek. Joe pulls me a little closer to him and then I can feel his breathe on my lips.

"I'm going to do something now and I only want you to respond if it's something you really want. If you don't, just push me away." I barely finish processing his words when his lips brush against mine softly, teasingly.

When I don't make a move to push him away, he gently pecks my lips still in a teasing manner. The next time his lips touch mine I grab onto his jacket to hold him there and kiss him back. At the feel of his tongue tracing my lips I open my mouth and let him have complete control.

We lose track of time staying wrapped up in each others arms, making out like teenagers. We break apart at the same time when we finally need air. I'm not sure what comes over me but I kiss along his cheek, making my way to his neck and begin nipping at his exposed flesh. The hand that had been on my check moves to my the back of my head, fisting my hair but not moving me away. His breathing is becoming more ragged and when a groan escapes his lips from a particular bite I leave I feel like I've died and gone to heaven. As my tongue works to sooth the sting, the hand that was on my back drops down and grabs my ass, pushing my hips against his, letting me feel his erection.

"Joe." His name comes out as a whimper mixed with a moan and that makes him grind against me again.

Just as we are about to kiss again, someone clears their throat and we freeze.

"Very sorry to interrupt, and believe me I am sorry, but I need help checking wounds and restocking the stations." Emily's voice is both amused and apologetic.

"Yeah, I'll be right there, Em." My voice comes out much too ragged but it's not like she doesn't know the reason at this point. I wait till her footsteps grow faint, before beginning to pull away from Joe. He's slow to let me go and only manages to move his hands back to my waist.

"I should be off in a few more hours...can I come find you after?"

"No need, I'll be waiting outside for you. I believe we have some things to finish." He pulls me flush against him, making his point perfectly clear. Before I can think of a cheeky response, he gives me a final, firm kiss and spins me around towards to way back inside the building.

I walk a few steps, then turn around and shoot him an innocent smile, "No touching before you find me, Toye. I have a few ideas on how to spice up 'truth or dare'." I laugh lightly to myself when all I can hear as I round the corner to the building entrance is Joe cursing.

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invisible string [6] : ellie williams

part five

| college!ellie x female!reader - we're nearing the end! comments are very much appreciated, as are reblogs. this story is also available on wattpad (thank you to those of you on wattpad who comment along your favorite parts/reactions, it always makes me laugh)

| c/w - anxiety, swearing

"i don't know how i feel about this."

ellie was obviously stalling, but you humored her anyway.

"you don't have to. it's just that i was really looking forward to it, and you've been saying that you would for awhile now... but no pressure. it's fine, really." you smiled at her with a glint in your eye, knowing that you were being annoying.

ellie rolled her eyes but made no effort to hide the smile gracing her lips. you waited patiently, sat on her bed with your legs hanging over the side.

this was the second time that you've been in ellie's room, though this time was different from the first. it wasn't planned with promises of studying and completing homework. you simply wanted to hang out, and ellie invited you over. you had practically raced over, hardly stopping to make sure that your shoes were tied tightly enough before dashing out of your room and over to ellie's instead.

you didn't allow yourself the time to overthink it, either. if you would've waited and considered her offer carefully, you surely would've canceled, letting your nerves get the best of you.

maybe it was the conversation you previously had, or the fact that winter break was closer than ever and you weren't sure when you would see ellie again, but you didn't want to miss out on a chance to be around her. her presence was comforting and intoxicating, your cheeks burned and your eyes felt heavy with exhaustion simply from laughing too hard.

ellie groaned and lifted her guitar from where it was previously on display. "you're gonna regret this," she warned you.

giggling nervously, you scoot over on the bed to make room for ellie and her guitar. she sits on the opposite end and you face each other, but avoid eye contact.

you were desperate to hear ellie play since the first time that she had mentioned that she could, but you didn't want to press her when she appeared shy. it was endearing, the way her cheeks would turn pink and she would smile but refuse to meet your gaze.

"take your time," you joked in a whisper, waiting while ellie stared silently at the guitar in her lap.

"don't laugh," she stressed, eyeing you suspiciously as you make a genuine effort to stifle your giggles.

taking a deep breath, ellie began to play. it was soft at first, unsure, and you weren't sure if you should watch or look away.

you wanted to watch, especially with the way that her arms would flex and her fingers strumming the strings was entirely mesmerizing, but you didn't want to make her even more nervous.

you recognized the song after just a couple of seconds, but stayed silent. tilting your head to watch, you couldn't deny the growing smile on your face. ellie was beautiful, timid and aware but the music coming from her made you dizzy.

you would be perfectly happy to sit like that the entire night, listening to her play, but the sound of her voice made your eyes widen.

"we're talking away," ellie starts, her voice soft and warm.

"i don't know what, i'm to say,"

she appeared to know the song well enough, but she fixed her gaze on her hands as she continued to play anyway, not daring to meet your eyes now. you sat in awe, lips parted and eyes darting wildly from ellie's guitar to her face.

"i'll say it anyway... today's another day to find you, shying away-"

blinking rapidly, you try to steady your breathing. strands of hair fall into her face as she leans over her guitar and you ache, desperate to reach over and brush them away. her voice reminds you of vanilla, the kind that you use for baking and try to memorize the smell of before it gets capped again, buried back in the cupboard.

"i'll be coming for your love, okay?" ellie's voice grows even more quiet and you strain your ears, wanting to hold onto every syllable that drops from her lips. ellie's hair covered her blushing cheeks.

"take on," ellie shook her head and halted the strumming. "-me," she finished in her speaking voice with a short laugh.

"ellie, oh my god."

ellie winced, carefully sliding her guitar to rest against the bed. "that bad, huh?"

you rapidly shook your head, eyes wide. "you're amazing," you gushed, your determination to fill the girl's head with praise overshadowed any sense of anxiety that would prevent you from saying such things.

"you next?" ellie posed, brushing off the compliment. she didn't do it to be rude, she just couldn't face it. it was too much, the way you stared at her in awe with compliments frantically leaving your lips.

"you're funny. i love that you think i could be capable of following that," you retort, your body tensing at how easily you said the word love. despite the fact that it was of casual use and in a casual conversation, the word simply felt too real. it was too raw, too weighted and dangerous even to be used in a regular manner.

"i could teach you?" ellie murmured. she watched you carefully, her quiet offer hanging in the air.

the idea of holding ellie's guitar and having her hands guide and place your own planted in your mind. you leaned back on your hands, swallowing hard.

"no," you automatically declined.

ellie smiled but it lacked sincerity.

"i would be hopeless," you're quick to clarify. "i'm barely functioning as is..."

ellie looks curious, tilting her head.

"finals," you clarify again. you opt out of explaining how simply being around her is enough to make you malfunction.

eyes wide in understanding, ellie nodded and sighed. "right. that."

"if you're really, truly offering though... i would love for you to teach me sometime." the words leave your mouth before you can reconsider, and your heart pounds.

for some reason it felt daunting to speak like that, like the future of your friendship. would ellie still want to even be friends after this semester? was it just a one class friendship type of thing? the situation where you talk to someone to help each other with the homework, and then never speak again? were you humiliating yourself now, expecting something out of her in the future?

ellie never leaves you to worry long, because her eyes are bright when she clicks her tongue enthusiastically. "you have yourself a deal," she agreed.

you danced around the topic, never really breaking into what either of you were doing next semester, let alone over break. you didn't want to pressure ellie, or come into your newfound friendship by coming on too strong. you were still a little convinced that ellie potentially had... more than friendship feelings but you also refused to be vain in the way that you would just assume that someone had feelings for you.

still, the awkward boyfriend and dating conversation replayed itself constantly in your mind. there were so many little instances and passing words that you fixated upon, overthinking at all hours until you finally passed out at night.

you also felt discouraged because the last time you were in this room, the conversation felt meaningful. weighted? you almost, ALMOST, expected something to come from it... for something to change. despite it, things felt as casual as ever. you had so much adrenaline and nothing to do with it.

"i hope you know that i'm seriously going to hold you to that," you said, eyebrow raised.

"i'll be looking forward to it," ellie tells you seriously.

she makes a point to look you in the eyes and you cross your arms over your chest, failing to allow yourself to be perceived as relaxed.

'how quickly would you cut me off if i compliment you again?" you muse.

ellie blinks, eyebrows knitted together.

"ellie, you are seriously so-"

"wanna proofread that paper i was working on?" she quickly cut you off, sitting up straighter on the bed.

you frown, mouth agape with sincerties at the tip of your tongue. ellie grinned at you, convincing and persuasive and it didn't take you long to answer.

"okay," you resigned, switching to lay on your stomach while ellie scrambled to retrieve her laptop from her desk. she plopped it on the bed in front of you before copying your position, laying next you and propping up her head in her hands. you hold yourself up with one hand and open her laptop with your other, trying not to focus on how ellie is practically pressed into your side.

"it's like homework is our thing," you mumble, the bitter tone in your voice unintentional.

ellie turned to face you, gaze softening. you felt her eyes on you but ignored it, the burden of knowing how close you were weighing down on you.

"i like hanging out with you," ellie whispered in admittance, carefully watching for your reaction. her cheeks burned and she was grateful that your focus was elsewhere. eyebrows drawn together, she dragged her gaze away and focused on her hands.

you turned to look at her now, sneaking a glance as she examined her hands. "i like hanging out with you too," you whispered back with a smile. it was genuine and scary and everything was still. you were nearly certain that ellie could hear how loudly your heart was pounding, but she was polite and ignored it.

"i'm glad you sat next to me," you pushed, watching the corner of ellie's mouth twitch.

"you sat next to me," she reminded you, looking over the tattoo on her arm to give herself something to do.

"seriously?" you scrunched your nose, amused by her commitment to the idea. "as if you didn't know that was my seat after months of being in the same class together," you retorted, partly wanting to put her on the spot just as she had done previously, insisting that you were the one to sit next to her.

"you sat behind me!" she exclaimed, voice comically rising in pitch as she attempted to defend herself. "how was i supposed to know?"

ellie finally faced you once more, eyes moving quickly over your face.

“fair point,” you gave in, only because she was so close that you could hear the quiet breaths leaving her. hesitating briefly, you looked down at her arm to where she was previously focused.

“i really like your tattoo,” you tell her earnestly. “i’ve always liked it.”

“yeah?”

you nodded, and ellie’s eyes crinkled in the corners when she smiled.

“thank you,” ellie breathed. she was so good at displaying modesty when she was proud. her gaze shifted but the confidence boosted the way she held herself.

ellie nudged her arm closer to you, allowing you a closer inspection. you reached out a gentle hand after she gave a nod of encouragement and carefully traced along the ink on her skin with the tip of your finger.

goosebumps pricked her skin at your touch, instantly causing you to halt your action. you lingered just for a moment, unsure which reaction would be best and not prompt something embarrassing for either of you. after a short moment of consideration, you removed your hand and tucked it under your chin instead.

ellie watched as your hand disappeared, a soft sigh escaping her when you tapped at her laptop.

"well, let's read this masterpiece then, shall we?" you asked meekly, waiting for ellie as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

"let's do it," she affirmed, failing for once to muster any sort of drive behind her words.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

you hadn't really noticed the sun setting, hunched over ellie's laptop and whispering jokes together on the bed. the curtains were pulled to originally allow the sunlight to brighten up the room, though the darkness slowly crept upon you and covered the room like a blanket. it went unnoticed at first, the bright laptop screen lighting up your faces. it was only when you finally pulled away and sat up that you had realized that it had gotten to be much later than you had anticipated.

"shit." you reached for your phone, wincing at the time that had appeared on your lockscreen.

you truly didn't want to leave, you were comfortable in ellie's room on ellie's bed with ellie, it felt more real by the second but you might as well have been in a dreamlike state. normally you would have to fight with your anxiety, not allowed to even enjoy hanging out because you would be convinced that you were overstaying your welcome or that the person you were with didn't even really want you there. much to your surprise, none of those thoughts flooded to you now.

you only felt peaceful and a little sleepy, ellie looked so comfortable in her hoodie and you would've been perfectly fine with remaining next to her for as long as you possibly could have. instead of allowing yourself to linger, you looked apologetically to ellie.

"i'm so sorry i stayed so long, i didn't realize..." guilt began to cloud your mind, maybe she really hadn't intended on you staying this long?

"what? don't say sorry," ellie rejected your apology, shaking her head. she sat up, reaching for her own phone as well.

"i just... feel bad," you said, and winced wondering how many times you've already expressed that to ellie throughout the duration of your short friendship.

"you know you don't always have to apologize when we hang out?" ellie mused, she was smiling but the intensity of her gaze made you freeze.

"right..." you replied awkwardly, another 'i'm sorry' threatening to escape. "i just don't want to like, force you to hang out with me. i'm sure you have better things to do," you mumbled, coming to a standing point.

ellie laughed your name, shaking her head in disbelief. "i'm the one who asked you to come over," she reminded you.

you opened mouth to continue your point, but the look on ellie's face made you clamp it shut again instead. she looked satisfied at that and stood up from her bed as well, stretching her arms above her head. you watched carefully, quick to avert your eyes after one short moment. your attention was focused instead to your coat and your shoes, preparing yourself for the early winter evening chill.

"if you're leaving, at least let me walk you back to your building," ellie insisted, frowning as you tugged on your coat.

"it's okay," you politely declined, trying not to fixate on the way that disappointment washed over ellie's features.

"i don't want you walking alone," ellie argued pointedly.

"you shouldn't walk alone either!" you laughed, but wanted to get your point across seriously. "you'd have to walk back alone, i don't want that."

"i'd be alright," ellie chuckled dryly, grabbing her converse from a corner in her room. you huffed, staring up at a phases of the moon poster on her wall.

"i'd be alright too," you grumbled, secretly flattered that she was being so insistent, even though you really didn't want her to have to walk alone.

it could've been plain common courtesy on ellie's end and nothing more, but your pulse still quickened.

"hey," ellie murmured, looking up at you as she tied her shoes.

"hey?"

"i'm coming with you," ellie said, decidedly.

your shoulders fell, a sign that you were giving up and ellie grinned down at her converse.

the two of you braced yourselves for the weather, but the cold wind nipping away at your face felt strangely refreshing, only when you knew you were headed for your cozy, heated room.

walking briskly next to each other, your arms brushed one another and even through the layers of sweaters and coats, your heart flipped at every slight touch.

"are you cold?" you uttered in question, your eyes worriedly examining over ellie.

"no," she shook her head, and your stomach began to ache anyway.

"you can stop here, it's about halfway and you can go back to yours," you practically pleaded with her but ellie denied your efforts without even giving it a thought.

"are you cold?" she questioned. always turning it back on you.

"no," you answered with a sigh. ellie shrugged closer anyway, tucking you into her side for warmth. you felt too tired, too cold and too happy for the excuse to be close to even try and fight it. it was dark anyway, any of your nervous tells were concealed.

"liar," ellie accused. she grabbed your hand, holding it up as evidence. "your fingers are red. don't you own gloves?"

ignoring the quickening of your pulse, you snatched back your hand and shoved both of them in your coat pockets.

"worry about your own gloves," you mumbled in complaint, though it was considerably lacking any weight.

ellie laughed, easy and light. "cute. horrible defense, though."

"it won't be cute when we have matching colds," you pointed out. you wiggled your fingers around your pockets, but they were empty. fuck, seriously, where were your earmuffs?

you neared your building and you really did feel guilty, having ellie walk back alone. she was stubborn, that's for sure, you were picking up on that pretty quickly.

"ellie, i feel bad," you tried.

"don't." she said simply. ellie shrugged her shoulders, eyes set straight in front of her.

you used this moment as an excuse to look at her, to really look at her. it was dark but her features were prominent to you, illuminated by the occasional campus light. there could've been a million thoughts racing around in ellie's head, but her expression didn't give an indication to any of them.

you hoped you were that mysterious, that intriguing too. upon the thought, your face fell.

you definitely weren't.

ellie probably knew every emotion you felt, surely your face gave it away easily.

she turned to face you and you quickly looked up, setting your eyes on the sky above you. it only made your frown deeper.

"i wish we could see the stars better here," you uttered in confession.

it was a pure thought, one you didn't really have to overthink or roll over your tongue before speaking. ellie made you so nervous.

"right?" ellie rushed, connected to your compliant. "it's sort of depressing."

"have you been to the campus planetarium?" you questioned, feeling silly you never asked before, given ellie's interest.

"more than once," ellie gushed. "have you?"

you shook your head, blinking rapidly. the wind was making your eyes water.

"oh man, we've got to change that. you have to go, at least once," ellie told you.

you smiled at her use of 'we' and realized you'd stay out in the cold for hours if only it meant spending more time with ellie. you had reached your building though, and wanted ellie to be able to get warm sooner rather than later.

"hurry inside, get warm, alright?" ellie said, almost like she had the same thought.

you hesitated, only for a moment. you had already informed her of your guilt, and telling her again would only prevent her from getting back to her room.

"thank you for walking me," you said earnestly. "promise i wasn't a bother?"

"you're never a bother." ellie's smile was a promise and you were prone to believe her.

"okay," you gathered, playfully shoving her away from you. "go on, it's too cold!"

ellie grinned sheepishly and took a few steps backwards, but didn't start walking until you were able to unlock the door to your building.

"text me when you get back!" you called, a pang in your heart watching her walk away alone.

"will do!" ellie shouted back, awkwardly waving before she turned and disappeared.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

knowing that you could count on seeing ellie in class made it lot easier to wake up in the morning.

you had a new motivation and a renewed pep in your step, the fleeting moments made everything else seem worth it.

you even had time to stop at your favorite campus cafe in the morning before class, your new favorite step in your morning routine.

it was busier than usual this morning but you were determined to stay positive, it would be a shame for your good mood to be so short lived. so, you plastered the best polite face that you could muster, even when too many people were blocking the door... even when the guy in frat letters cut in front of you in line... even when the girl taking your order made you feel embarrassed for accidentally speaking too softly.

no, you were determined to have a good day.

you had pressed yourself against the wall, as out of the way as you could possibly get while waiting for your drink, when you spotted a familiar face.

well, could it still be considered familiar if you only really knew someone from pictures? you watched for a moment longer, just to be sure, and you were filled with dread when you were able to confirm the fact that it was dina, ellie's friend.

you tried to look anywhere else, locking and unlocking your phone to look busy. it was such an awkward situation to be in, being around someone that you barely met only one time. you knew that she was close with ellie though, so some strange part inside of you still wanted this stranger to like you.

was a brief one time meeting enough for it to be warranted for you to say something? or could you be safe just ignoring it and pretending like you didn't see her? you debated yourself mentally and made the mistake of glancing over once more. dina caught your eye.

you quickly looked away, hoping the sudden eye contact would be taken for a mistake. you grew warm and stared intently at the counter, willing for your drink to appear when you heard your name being called in the form of a question.

shitshitshitshitshitsh-

"i thought that was you!"

dina appeared in front of you, with a guy lingering behind her. her voice was bright and cheery, but her brow was furrowed.

"hey, oh my gosh, i wasn't sure if it was you," you explained weakly.

dina waved it off. "how are you?" she asked politely.

"i'm... okay. how are you?" you reciprocated, though your eyes wandered while she was answering. the guy looked familiar, too. you could've sworn he was-

"jesse, by the way," he chirped, introducing himself.

"it's nice to meet you," you said honestly.

you strained your neck, trying to see if you had accidentally missed your order being called.

"-lunch with us sometime!" dina enthused. you turned to her, forcing the corners of your lips upwards into a smile.

"even though ellie keeps canceling," she grumbled. "it would be fun to have you."

"that's really nice of you to offer, thank you." you replied, head snapping in the direction of your name being called from the counter. "sorry," you laughed awkwardly. "i have to get to class but...but it was nice seeing you again! and meeting you," you added the last part, smiling at jesse.

"you too!" jesse said. "it's nice to meet someone that ellie likes."

dina's eyes widened, but she saved herself with a smile.

it was a simple sentence, basic really, nothing to drill into your head. to like somebody was average. you obviously like someone if they are your friend. you can like an acquaintance, or your favorite cafe worker.

it was nothing, really, and you truly wouldn't have thought twice about it... but dina's eyes widened. it was so quick, you probably would've missed it if you weren't prone to over analyzing.

dina's lips turned into a tight lipped smile, and she nudged jesse's arm.

"it was nice meeting you," he concluded with a cough.

you uttered more thank you, you too's before rushing away to retrieve your drink.

heart pounding, you made your escape. you held your cup tightly in your hand, scared to spill it as you began your quick walk to class.

it was normal. it was normal. it was normal.

[ part seven ]

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