#it wasn’t until after i colored this and took the pictures that I realized that techno’s shirt is open

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Family Ties

I love that the fandom sees Carmy as a girl dad who practices gentle parenting. Gentle parenting is a great parenting style, don't get me wrong. Personally, I can see him butting heads with his teenage daughter like he wants her to express herself- but he also knows that teenage boys are weird and would want to protect her at all costs. This was just a thought I had a couple of days ago, and once I started, I couldn't stop. More Dad!Carmy content to come...

A/N: I didn't realize until I copy pasted this from my Google Drive. This was 6 freakin pages. I like longer fics, I'm sorry.

Carmy was furious. It took a lot of effort for him to ‘gentle parent’ with you when the kids, Grace and Oliver, were little. Now that both kids are in high school, he wishes he had been harder on them. You reassure him that the two of you have great kids, both work hard in school, participate in extracurricular activities, and aren’t afraid to talk to them about anything - he insisted he should have been harder on them, especially when he gets calls from the school about Oliver getting suspended… again. 

Oliver was 15, and Carmy was convinced he was Mikey's reincarnation. Like you had, he did well in school, but he was Mikey in every other aspect of life. He just needed to get his head out of his ass before out-of-school suspension became stints in jail. 

As Carmy walked down the hall to the principal’s office, he saw Oliver sitting on a bench talking to Grace- Grace, his little girl, granted she wasn’t as little anymore. She’s 17 and looked exactly like you when you were her age- except she had gotten his eyes. “Oliver.” Carmy barked, getting his attention. 

Grace looked at her brother nervously. Carmy wasn’t the kind of Dad to ‘approve’ of her clothing, but he’d fight her on it occasionally, especially regarding crop tops and dresses. It came from a place of caring and not wanting his little girl to get hurt, but Carmy could take it too far.

 Carmy noticed Grace turning the opposite way to get away from the Berzatto boys,

“Grace? Shouldn’t you be in class or somethin’?” Carmy questioned; she stopped in her tracks, knowing Carmy wasn’t in the best mood. She turned around and hoped he was too mad, Oliver, to notice the cropped corset she’d worn to school that day. It’s not like she’d worn it to get a guy to notice her; she’d just liked the contrast of its light green color with her baggy jeans, and she was supposed to match outfits with the rest of the dance team that day so he couldn’t be mad at it- especially since he’d encouraged her to join the dance team freshman year. “Someone texted me that Oli was out here- just wanted to make sure no one beat my baby brother’s ass.” she laughed. Carmy shot her his classic ‘I’m your father, I know when you’re lying look’ but shook his head; he was not ready to deal with that. “Put on a sweater.” Grace nodded at Carmy’s casual dislike of her top, “Yes, sir.”

Initially, Carmy was going to let it slide. He knew Grace was 17, she was going to college next year, and he wouldn’t be able to encourage her to make the right decision anymore, but while she was under his roof, she’d live by his rules. You laughed when he brought it up to you that night in bed. “Carmy, she’s a good kid. Gracie has good grades. She has good friends. She works; if she wants to wear a crop top, she can wear a crop top.” Carmy sighed. He saw the point you’d been trying to make with that explanation but wasn’t happy.

Grace hoped Carmy wouldn’t bring up her wardrobe, but unfortunately, she was wrong. Carmy had hired an older brother of one of Grace’s friends at The Bear- that’s how he’d found out about Grace’s non-family Instagram account. She hadn’t posted anything too scandalous; there were some pictures from parties where she was holding a red Solo cup, a few from a dance competition after-party where she’d been wearing something Carmy wouldn’t have allowed her to leave the house in, and of course the soft launch of her relationship. He was seething; you hadn’t known about the account either- you’d heard Grace talk to her cousins about a boy she liked, but the drinking and parties also surprised you. 

“Carmy, you neeeeed to be careful with how you speak to Grace about this,” you emphasized through the phone. Of course, this would come up when you were out of town. “Baby, I’ll handle it.” “Carmen Anthony Berzatto. Do not, I repeat, do not shame our daughter. You can tell her you’re unhappy-” “I’ll handle it.” he hung up, and you knew you’d be walking into a shit storm when you returned home.

“Fuck off, Dad!” Grace screamed as she slammed her bedroom door. To say Carmy mishandled the situation would be an understatement; he stood outside Grace’s door, immediately regretting what he’d said about Grace. He questioned her character; he knew she was a good kid; he wanted to knock on her door and apologize, but Grace didn’t want to hear it.

Oliver sat in his bedroom and heard Carmy and Grace yell at each other throughout the weekend. He laughed when he realized Carmy double-downed on what he’d initially said about Grace ‘not being that kind of girl.’ and how people would ‘never take her seriously’ when he dropped the word ‘whore’ he knew there would be hell when you came home. The front door slammed, and he heard Carmy yell ‘fuck’ and slam a door. He looked out his bedroom window to see Grace running up the street. Oliver sighed and fished his phone out of his pocket; “Oli fuck off.” Grace huffed before immediately hanging up on him. He rolled his eyes and dialed your number. “Hi baby, everything okay?” “Nope.”

The house was antagonistic. Carmy was pissed at himself, you and Grace were also pissed at him, and Oliver managed to sink into the background. The family dinners you’d shared were typically full of conversation and life, but tonight was awkwardly silent. Oliver decided he’d take a crack at making it better, “Uncle Richie got to 100 Instagram followers. He’s pretty excited about it.” no one took the bait. He poked at the chicken on his plate, “Good dinner, am I right?” he grinned, looking around the table. Grace rolled her eyes and stood up from the table, “Grace?” you called after her. She ignored your question and went upstairs. “Well, I think it’s a good dinner- conversation wasn’t the best, but… we’ll get through it.” Oliver tried to lighten the tension in the room, but he inevitably failed, and Carmy told him to go to his room. Oliver obliged, taking his and Grace’s plates to the sink before shuffling upstairs. He walked past Grace’s room on the way. He paused and stood before the door; it was too quiet. He knocked softly before opening the door; she was gone.

“I just don’t know what to say to him. I’m pissed.” Grace vented as she lay beside Eva in the park by her apartment, “My dad was the same way, except he threw my clothes away. My mom ripped him a new one over it.” “Should I accept his apology and move out as soon as possible?” Eva shook her head and laughed at the suggestion. “Gracie, you know what you need to do.” Grace sighed, knowing her cousin was right. She sat up and pushed her hair back. “I’m gonna hide out at Danny’s house. Cover for me?” “Of course. Don’t get pregnant.” 

“Gracie girl? Can I come in, honey?” you asked outside her door, but there was no response. “Baby, please?” you asked again. “She’s not home,” Oliver said, walking past you to the bathroom. “What do you mean she’s not home?” he shrugged. “I guess she snuck out after dinner.”. You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration before walking into your and Carmy’s bedroom, “You have to fix this, Carmen.” you scolded in your best mom voice he’d heard a thousand times, granted it was typically directed at one of the kids. “Baby, how can-” “Carmen. If you ever want to be inside me again, you’ll fix this.” Carmy leaned back against the headboard; he didn’t think something like this could be fixed. 

“Oh, hi, Grace.” Danny’s mom greeted her when she realized she was sitting on the couch with Danny. “Hi, Mrs. De Luca.” she smiled back, “How are you, sweetheart?” Grace shrugged at the question, “Been better.” “Oh, I’m sorry, Grace,” she frowned before turning her attention to her son “Danny. I need you to take Annie to school tomorrow morning, okay? I’m doin’ an overnight.” Danny nodded in acknowledgment. She smiled again and quickly ran out of the house, leaving Danny and Grace in the living room and Danny’s sister Annie upstairs, tucked into bed. 

“So. What’s goin on with you?” Danny finally asked. He wasn’t mad that she’d come over unannounced, but it was obvious that Grace had been crying. Grace shrugged at the question, “Guess I just wanted to see you.” Danny scoffed. “Grace. Com’ on. You only come over on weeknights when you’re upset.” “Do not.” Grace challenged, leaning into his side. “I will tickle it out of you, baby. You should just tell me what’s up.” he insisted, sitting up slightly. Grace groaned and sat up, bringing her knees to her chest. She told him that she and Carmy were fighting about her ‘secret online life that everyone can see’ and how ‘she’s not that kind of girl,’ so why was she pretending to be? She was hesitant to include the part where Carmy had called her a whore, but as she looked at Danny’s sympathetic face, she couldn’t hold back. “The house is awkward- Oli tried to make a joke out of it, but it was just so fuckin’ annoying. I’m just disappointed in myself… he’s never mad at me, Danny.” Danny nodded. “I get that. What me to beat him up for callin’ you a whore? You know I will.” Grace rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Carmy sat outside on the porch smoking when he saw headlights coming in his direction; it was almost 2 in the morning. He sighed and took a final puff before ashing his cigarette. He assumed it was Grace, and he was correct. He heard her say her goodbyes to whoever dropped her off and waited for her to come up the driveway. “Hi, Grace.” he greeted, his lips pulling into a tight line due to their growing awkwardness. “Dad,” she responded, crossing her arms over her stomach. “Where were you?” “With Eva.” Carmy nodded. “Can I talk to you?” Grace shrugged and moved closer to Carmy. “I want to apologize, Gracie. I shouldn’t have said that about you. You have a good head on those shoulders- but I don’t want you to get hurt. Girls who posted stuff like that online when I was 17… you know what happened. Rumors and shit- I just don’t want people doin' that to you.” he explained, scratching at the back of his neck. Grace nodded, taking in what he’d said. “I understand, but I’m not a little girl anymore, Dad. I can handle myself; if I can’t, Danny has my back.” Carmy nodded, “We good?” he asked, looking down at Grace. He smiled when he saw her pulling her sleeves over her hands like when she was a little girl and felt uneasy. “We’re good.” Grace agreed. Carmy brought her into a lazy hug and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, always.” Grace smiled and hugged Carmy back, “I love you too, Dad.”

As the two went inside, Carmy remembered something she’d said, “Who’s Danny?” Grace stopped and looked up at Carmy cautiously. “Uh… he’s my- my boyfriend…”

#the bear #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto one shot #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #dad!carmen berzatto #dad!carmy x reader

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In The Way I Need You | Part 2

Series Masterlist

➪in which you meet lilith and joey, as well as learn about clay’s heart condition, despite him not wanting you to find out and think he’s weak because of it.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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You couldn’t believe the hottest guy you had ever met had a kid, and he wanted you to meet said kid. Look after him, even.

Oh, God. That is so not professional. 

You had asked to meet up for an interview with this guy and you think he’s hot. Your potential, what, boss? You couldn’t think like that, no matter how damn near edible he is. 

Stop.

It was nearing six when you finally arrived at his house, and you were happy to discover that it wasn’t too far from the apartment you were renting until you found something more permanent. 

You were sweating a bit as you stepped out of the taxi you were somehow able to flag down. Clay looked like a businessman when you met him, so you knew he must have a decent paying job, but the building you were currently standing in front of was one that had to be the home of a billionaire. 

This was the address he had given you, right? 

You were doubting it a bit, but you weren’t able to turn back around and ask if this was the right place before the taxi pulled away and left you behind. 

Debating on whether or not you should call him, you push away your doubts and walk up the steps of the building and knock on the door. After waiting for a few beats with no indication that anyone was coming, you realize that your knocks wouldn’t have been heard by someone who wasn’t on the first floor. 

You look around a bit before your eyes land on a doorbell, and you wanted to smack yourself for being clueless before. You pressed it and only had to wait a couple of seconds before you saw a silhouette through the frosted glass and then the door opened. “Hey,” then there was that deep and all too attractive voice. 

“Hi,” you manage to say back as you take in his tall form. The light behind him casted various shadows and made the details of his face harder to make out, but that didn’t stop you from trying. Just from the entryway you could tell this house was nicer than any place you had ever lived, and you were beginning to feel the smallest bit overwhelmed. “So, this is where you live?”

Clay laughs and scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah,” he answers, dropping his hand again and moving to the side, gesturing for you to enter the house. “I hope you didn’t have a hard time finding it.”

His tone was teasing and you playfully rolled your eyes as you shrug off your cardigan. “I think the cab driver was about three seconds away from asking me to get out and find this place myself,” 

He laughed again as he took your cardigan from you and set it on a chair next to the entryway table. 

You took the time to look around the space and if this was how the front hall looked, you couldn’t even begin to imagine how the rest of the house looked. You were tempted to ask what he did for a living to be able to afford a place like this, but held off as he began to lead you up the stairs. “It’s good to see you again,” he says as he walks behind you. “Sorry to hear about the interview, I hope I didn’t make you late for it and that’s why it didn’t work out.”

Shrugging, you slide your hand up the railing as you near the top. “No, I was already late, and it was nice to talk to an actual person for a while rather than the middle aged woman who didn’t give me much of a chance to begin with,”

Clay laughed as he reached the top of the stairs as well. “Now I don’t feel so bad,”

“Don’t feel bad at all,” you wave him off as you take in the various family pictures that lined the wall. There was a photo of, who you could only assume was a young Clay, and beside that one was another of a kid. He looked like Clay, his eyes and hair color the exact same, but his features were mixed with someone else’s. Since he looked a lot like how Clay did at that age, you knew that had to be his son. “It gives me an excuse to meet the coolest kid in the city.”

Clay moves to stand next to you, his eyes fixated on the picture as well. 

“Is that him?” You ask, but you were pretty sure you already knew the answer. When Clay nodded with a small grin, you fought off one of your own. “He’s cute. Looks a lot like you.” You clearly were not good at getting a hold of yourself, and you quickly straightened up after you realized what you had said.

His face tints pink from your words and he clears his throat as he looks at another picture of two people; a man in a Santa suit and a woman smiling next to him. Clay’s eyes hardened a bit as he began to back away. “Yeah, he’s pretty cute,” he agreed and you were beginning to think you said something wrong. 

Then it hit you. 

Was Clay married? Engaged? Dating someone?

You hated how your mind immediately went to assuming he was single and that’s why he needed a sitter. You felt dumb and a bit embarrassed at how quickly you let yourself take interest in this guy, despite this being a literal interview for a possible job right now. 

No more. 

“So,” you say and put a bit of distance between you and him. “Where is this kid? I’m dying to meet him and see if he lives up to his reputation.”

Clay quickly lightens up at that and he nods towards a doorway. “He’s eating dinner,” 

You were then led into the dining room that was attached to the kitchen, and you had soon decided that this had to be the nicest house you had ever seen in your entire life. Even the houses you saw in movies didn’t live up to this place.

There was a dining room table and a kitchen table, how much more could you want? 

Upon entering the dining room, you were met with the adorable sight of a little kid messily eating spaghetti. “Hi,” you say cheerfully when the boy meets your eyes. “You must be the coolest kid in New York.” 

He smiles and drops his fork onto the plate when Clay enters the room as well, raising his short arms up towards his dad. “Say hi, buddy,” 

 “Hi,” he said back as Clay leaned down to kiss the top of his head. 

You smile and feel your heart pretty much soar at the cute sight of the father and son who looked so much alike it was almost scary. “Hi,” you say again and step closer. “Does the coolest guy ever have a name? Or should I guess?”

The kid laughed and mirrored his dads smile. “Guess,”

You purse your lips and move lean on the table next to his chair. “Hmm, Zack?” You ask and he shakes his head. You hum again and try not to pay attention to the way Clay smiled at how you interacted with his son. “Bryson?”

“No,” he shakes his head again and picks up his fork. “One more guess.”

“Uh oh,” Clay murmurs, giving you a teasing look. “Better make it count.”

You swallow a bit harshly before taking your eyes off him. “Aaron?”

He gives you a messy smile and shakes his head once again. “Nope. I’m Joey,” 

“Awh, no,” you sigh dramatically. “Wasn’t even close, was I?”

Joey laughs and gives a final head shake before looking past you and into the kitchen. 

You turn and see a woman standing there with a confused and guarded expression on her face. She looked a lot like both Clay and Joey, and you were beginning to believe that everyone in this family had good genes. 

You weren’t able to introduce yourself before Clay was moving to stand next to you. “Mother,” he greeted, making you glance up at him before smiling back down at Joey. “This is Y/n. She might be the sitter who looks after Joey when we’re at work.”

His mom straightens up at that, a brief look of shock crossing her face before she looks back at you. “Well, it’s nice to see my son take my advice for once,” she says in a calm voice. 

You smile and take a step towards her. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs..?”

“Beresford,” she answers, giving you a half smile back. “Lilith Beresford. How did you happen to meet Clay?”

She sounded a bit hostile, but you didn’t want to make her unimpressed, so you just pushed away your worries and glanced back at Clay with an apprehensive look. The encouraging and kind grin he gave you helped only a little. “We met the other day,” you begin. “Yeah, I was actually on my way to a job interview and I got pretty lost. Clay saw me and gave me the right directions.”

Lilith nods and glances between you and Clay. “And how did that interview go?” She asked and crossed her arms. 

Your smile falters a bit, not at all expecting her to ask that, and Clay didn’t expect it either. “Mother,” he laughed and it sounded a bit forced. “What does it matter how it went if she’s here now to potentially look after Joey?”

While you were glad he helped you out, you were beginning to feel a bit awkward, but then Joey gave you a crooked smile, and you realized that you actually wouldn’t mind babysitting him for a good portion of your day. “The interview went fine,” you answer her, meeting Clay’s eyes when he turns to look back at you. “But I realized pretty quickly that the job wasn’t for me. So that’s why I’m here. Your house is beautiful, Mrs. Beresford, and Joey seems like a really nice kid.”

Lilith’s face was a bit expressionless, and you thought you were about to be asked to leave, but she dropped her stiff stance and nodded. “He is quite the sweetheart,” she agrees and shares a look with Clay. It felt like they had their own wordless conversation with how intense their stares were, until she broke eye contact and looked back at you. “Like his dad.”

You nod and look down when you feel little fingers tug at your wrist. Joey had begun playing with your bracelet, his eyes flickering over each individual charm. “It’s pretty huh?” You ask and watch as he nods. 

“Y/n, was it?” Lilith asks, making you quickly look back at her and nod. “Has Clay shown you the rest of the house?”

Clay moves to stand behind Joey’s chair. “I was getting to it,” he answered for you. “Just wanted to introduce her to him first.”

“I’ll take over,” she offered and left no room for a debate as she extended her arm out and gestured for you to follow her. “You look young. May I ask how old you are?”

You look back at Clay and Joey briefly before you were being escorted down the hall and back towards the stairs. “I’m twenty,” 

“And you’ve graduated high school?” She asked as you and her walked past the family picture wall. 

“Yes, I graduated two years ago,” you felt like this was more of an integration rather than an interview, but you were enjoying the house tour nonetheless. “High nineties.” 

You weren’t sure why you wanted to impress her so badly, but here we are. You also weren’t sure why you thought telling her that you got good grades would help you get a babysitting job. She glances back at you as she stops at another archway. “And you know what to do in case of a medical emergency?” 

“I’ve got my CPR certificate and took basic health classes all throughout school,”

Lilith nods. “This is the living room, where you’ll likely spend most of your time with Joey if you do end up being his sitter,” she didn’t sound too encouraging, but you were far too distracted at how nice the living room is to actually get offended. “So, you’re new to the city?”

She led you over to the second staircase. “Yes,” you say quietly as you ascend the stairs up to the third floor. “I just moved here a couple weeks ago. I’m from Hudson.”

“Wow, that’s quite the change,” this time she actually did sound a bit surprised and maybe even a little impressed, and you took that as a good sign. “You’ll get used to Brooklyn soon. There’s just a lot more people, and a lot more places.”

She stopped outside a closed door and turned back to face you. “Thanks for believing in me,” you joked and she smiled. 

“This is Clay’s room, not that you’d ever be in there, unless you want to take on the task of cleaning it. My son can be a bit messy at times,” well now it felt like she was testing you. 

God, you hope you can give her the response she is looking for. “I don’t mind cleaning or cooking or things like that,” you say slowly. “I learned how to take care of myself at a young age, so I’m kind of skilled in the kitchen. Trust me, Joey will be eating well whenever I’m here. If you and Clay believe I’m a good fit for it.”

She hummed, leading you further down the hall. “I don’t see why you wouldn’t be,” she says. “Smart, nice, supposedly good at cooking. I think Joey would love to have you around.”

You smile at that as she opens a door just a few feet down the hall from Clay’s room. “Thank you, Mrs. Beresford. I think Joey and I would have a lot of fun together,”

“Me too,” she agrees. “This is his room.”

Joey’s room did not look like a kid’s room at all. It was neat and tidy, with books and stuffed animals scattered about on the bed and dresser. The previous babysitting gig you had, the mom wouldn’t know how to keep the house clean if you paid her, and she was the one paying you. “How old is he?” You asked as you observed the clean room, your eyes landing on a framed picture of Clay and Joey on the wall next to the bed. 

Clay looked a few years younger and Joey was just a baby, and it made you feel all warm inside as a deep blush took over your whole body. “He just turned four last month,” she answered.

“And what about his mom?”

Lilith turned to look at you, her eyes narrowing as she shut the door again. “She’s not in the picture and hasn’t been since Joey was only three months old,” was all she said as she walked further down the hall. 

Yeah, you definitely asked one question too many with that one. 

Still, you now felt bad at the fact that Joey hadn’t had a mother figure in his life at all. He seemed so sweet, who in their right mind would give that up? And that’s not even mentioning the fact that Clay was probably the nicest guy you had ever met, and he is a great dad from the few interactions you’ve seen between him and Joey.

While you wanted to know more, you bit your tongue and followed Lilith down the hall, not wanting to ruin the good thing you felt was brewing at the moment. 

-

While his mother was one of the best people in his life, Lilith Beresford can be very overbearing at times. 

Like right now. 

Clay was supposed to be the one giving you the tour and getting to know more about you, but the second Lilith had seen him with a girl, she swooped in and took her away. 

He wasn’t dumb, he knew what the look they shared before she whisked you away meant, and he knew she was just trying to look out for him, but it still didn’t change the fact that he had brought this upon himself, and he liked to think that he knew what he was doing. 

As he watched his mother haul you down the hall, he sighed and sat down next to his son. “What do you think, Joe?” He murmured, reaching over and pushing Joey’s sand-colored hair away from his forehead. “She seems nice, huh?”

Joey nods and pushes away his plate of nearly finished spaghetti. “She’s pretty,” 

Clay nodded before he could even realized that he was agreeing with his four year old kid about your looks. “She’s nice, though, bud,” he says as he grabs a napkin from off the center of the table and hands it to Joey. “Do you think you might like seeing her around here when me and grandma are away at work?” 

“We can color together,” Joey nods and wipes away the sauce from his face. 

“Yeah,” Clay laughs, taking the plate once Joey tossed the napkin on top of it. “You can.���

He reaches a hand out and helps Joey off the chair before heading towards the kitchen and setting the plate onto the counter next to the sink. “Can I watch a show?” Joey asks, hugging Clay’s leg as he gazes up at him.

“Sure, buddy,” he says as he turns the sink on and puts the plate in it. “I’ll come turn it on in a few minutes, okay?”

“Okay,”

Clay leans down and presses a noisy kiss to the top of his head before gently pushing him in the direction of the doorway. “Go wait in the living room. I’ll be in there soon,”

He watches as Joey runs on wobbly legs out of the kitchen, a small smile on his lips when he turns back around and begins to wash the dishes. 

He wonders what part of the house you and his mom are in now. Did she show you his room? God, he hoped not. It was a mess and he really didn’t want to come off a slob. 

The thought of him wanting to show you his room himself briefly flashed through his mind, but he quickly pushed it away.

As he drains the sink and sets the clean dishes aside, Clay finds himself liking the idea of having you around. He had only spoken to you a few times, but each conversation didn’t feel forced or awkward or uncomfortable. And he liked how sweet you are to his son, and how nice you are to his mom, despite her coming off as intimidating, even to him.

For the first time in a long time, he was thinking about someone else other than Sam. 

As he dried his hands off and left the kitchen, he could hear the two of you walking around upstairs when he made his way to the living room. He really hoped his mother was taking it easy on you, seeing as she still wasn’t over the way his ex had completely broken his heart and left him without a second thought. 

Lilith Beresford was more protective over his fragile heart than he is, and though that thought gave him comfort, he also knew it wasn’t fair to have her look out for him all the time. 

But he also knew she would never stop.

He passed the staircase and entered the living room, where he found Joey sitting patiently on the couch. Clay couldn’t deny, his kid is so damn cute, he was so tempted to quit his job and stay home with him everyday until he grew old enough to think that spending time with his dad is lame.

Clay turns the TV on before sitting next to Joey, taking him in his arms and smothering his face with kisses. At that exact moment, both you and his mother descend the stairs and enter the living room just in time to see Joey laugh and try to escape his dad’s arms. “Grandma!” He calls out and Lilith smiles as she walks over to them.

“Don’t look at me for help, Joseph,” she teased as she leaned down and kissed him all over his face as well. “I’m just as bad as your father.”

Joey squealed as both Clay and Lilith smothered him with kisses. “Y/n!” He called out instead, and the way he mispronounces your name has Clay pulling away with a laugh. 

  He looked over and saw you with a big smile on your face, your body leaning against the frame and your arms crossed. “Sorry, Joey,” you shrug. “I think you’re outnumbered here.”

It was likely he didn’t really understand what you meant, but Joey laughed anyway and crawled over to sit on Lilith’s lap. 

Clay moved to stand up, ruffling Joey’s hair as did so. “So?” He steps towards you. “Think you can handle the kid for a few hours a day?”

You purse your lips and he has to refrain from staring at them for too long. “I think I can manage,” you answer and match his grin as he closes the space between the two of you. “I should head home now, though.”

He nods and glances back at his mom and son. She gave him a look that had him quickly turning back around to you. “I’ll walk you out,” he offered and was about to leave the room when she called out to him.

“Clay, did you tell her about your-” she started but he quickly cut her off.

“No,” he answered and was about to tell her to drop it until she decided to let you know that he has a serious problem and is very slowly growing weaker by the day. 

“Clay has a heart condition,” she informed you. “His heart isn’t as strong as he believes it to be. If you are to be around him a lot, you should know that.”

Clay huffed and closed his eyes as he let the feeling of embarrassment take over him. “Mother,”

Now he really looked weak in front of you. He looked incapable of taking care of both himself and his son. 

“She needs to know, Clayton,” she insisted, smoothing out the mess he made of Joey’s hair before looking over his shoulder and at you. “It was nice meeting you, Y/n. I hope to see you again soon.”

“You too,” came your quiet reply, and when he finally looked over at you, your eyes were softer and held a hint of worry. 

It had him sighing as he began to guide you out of the room, murmuring, “Come on,”

With his hand placed gently on the middle of your back, he led you back down the stairs and only removed it in order to hand you your cardigan. 

You take it from him with a grateful smile as you make no move to leave. A silence falls over you, and it was surprisingly not as awkward as it should’ve been before you broke it. “Is it serious? Your heart condition?” You asked in a voice just above a whisper. “You don’t need to tell me, but it would be nice to know since I’ll be spending most of my nights with your kid.”

Clay’s eyes widened a bit at your words. “You still want to babysit him? Even after finding out his dad is sick and weak and an unfit parent?”

You shake your head quickly. “Having a heart condition doesn’t make you weak, Clay,” you reassure him in a whisper. “In fact, I think it makes you stronger. And as for the unfit parent thing, maybe give yourself a little credit here. Maybe it’s not my place to say this, but I think you’re doing a great job, and that kid is lucky to have you. Both of you.”

He had a hard time believing you were real. 

There was just no way.

He had never been insecure about his heart until he met Sam. She made sure he was aware of how inconvenient it was to have a husband who couldn’t please her in all the ways she wanted, simply because his heart couldn’t keep up with the rest of his body half the time. 

And that heart attack didn’t help his confidence, either. 

And, just like that, he had managed to think about his ex before the day ended. 

He needed to make it one day without thinking about her. How else will he ever move on? 

“Thanks,” he said quietly and moved close to you in order to be able to pull the door open. “And thanks for coming over. Joey seems to like you already.”

“Well, that’s good,” you laugh and shrug your cardigan on. “‘Cause I like him, too.”

Clay smiles and leans against the open door. “Are you available tomorrow? I know it’s really soon, but-”

“I’m available,” you cut him off with a shake of your head. “Text me the info?”

He nods and moves over a bit as you step towards the door. “Get home safe,”

You grin at him. “I will,” you hover near the door for a few seconds as if you were having an inner debate with yourself, but before he could try to get a read on what it was about, you were moving past him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Clay, Or should I call you Mr. Beresford?”

“Please don’t,” he begged with a laugh. “Clay is fine.”

You nod and walk out onto the front steps. “Have a good night,”

“You too,” he says back and stays leaning against the door until you are safe and in the backseat of a cab. It was only then when he sent you off with a wave before closing the door and heading upstairs. He makes his way back into the living room and finds Joey half asleep on his mom, and his stare softens just a bit. “You shouldn’t have told her that.” He muttered as he walked over and picked Joey up. 

“She’s going to be here a lot, Clay,” Lilith waves off his annoyed huff and stands up. “She should know what to expect if something were to happen to you.”

With Joey pressed to his side, Clay shakes his head and turns around. “I’m fine, alright? I don’t want her worrying about both me and Joey,” he mumbled as he faced her again. “Say goodnight to grandma, bud.”

“Night, grandma,” Joey sleepily says and Lilith comes over to press a kiss to both his and Clay’s cheeks before leading the way upstairs. 

After getting Joey ready for bed and sitting with him until he fell asleep, Clay wandered into his room and sat down on his bed, his mind swirling with too many thoughts to count. 

He’s got a reliable sitter now, and a nice one at that, so that is one less thing he had to worry about. 

And now he’s thinking about you and your sweet smile and your kindness and your cute cardigan. 

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, quickly typing in a message and hitting send before he could change his mind. 

Thanks again for coming over, and for what you said at the door. Are you able to pick Joey up from school tomorrow? I’ll send you the address. Let me know you got home safe, too. 

And he wasn’t even able to strip out of his clothes and have a shower before you were texting him back. 

Potential Sitter: Of course, I’m excited to get to know the little guy. And as for what I said, I meant every word. Yes, I’ll pick him up, and yes, I got home safe. Thanks for thinking of me.

For the second time this week, Clay was ending his day by smiling at his phone screen.

#clayton beresford #clay beresford x reader #clay beresford imagines #clayton beresford imagines #clayton beresford imagine #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen #hayden christensen gif #hayden christensen icons #hayden christensen edit #in the way i need you series #in the way i need you

[mrsmarinara]

NUMBER 5 WITH TREVOR PLEASEEE!!

I honestly can’t count how many requests I got for this specific one lol.

5. “You sent me inappropriate pictures in public.”

You should have known what you were getting into before you entered a relationship with Trevor. The two of you had been friends for years before the two of you ended up solidifying your relationship with him on New Year's Day.

He was hyper and talkative and always found ways to be touching you. Whether it was snuggling on the couch, excessive PDA or simply holding your hand he always made sure his presence was felt by you. This, of course, didn’t change in the least bit when you started your new job.

You worked for the social media team for the LA Kings (which often led to Trevor calling you a traitor). Despite your boyfriend not sharing the Crypto Arena or having any other reason to be there, he still found ways to see you during the day when he wasn’t on a roadie or practicing. Sometimes he would bring you lunch, always bought from somewhere nearby because the one time he made you a sandwich for lunch it was dripping so much that the bread was too soggy to eat. Sometimes it was coffee, which you appreciated when it was a long day but most of the time he just texted you throughout the day.

Today, though, it was radio silence on Trevor’s side. You hadn’t noticed until after lunch when things had begun to slow down. It wasn’t until the hockey players were leaving practice for the day and heading home that you finally received a text from your boyfriend.

You had a mini microphone held out to Tobias as your friend, and fellow social media member, was asking him a question. When it came time to show him a picture on your phone it dinged. You didn’t think much of it, planning on looking at it after this mini interview. However, Tobias cleared his throat as his face turned a light rosy color. When you pulled your phone away in confusion and looked down at it you realized that it was Trevor who had messaged you and somehow you must have accidentally opened it while showing the player in front of you.

You nearly choked on air as you took in the message. There were two messages from your boyfriend.

From: Trev ❤️

When are you getting home I’m lonely and hate entertaining myself.

It was harmless enough but when you scrolled down an image filled the screen. You’re eyes widened as you took in the picture of Trevor holding his hard cock in his hand. You excused yourself from the two other people, you’re friend looked at you confused but Tobias simply couldn’t meet your eyes before you quickly strode down the hall to somewhere more private.

As your eyes scanned the picture some more you couldn’t tell what you were feeling. You were definitely embarrassed that someone you worked with saw the type of message you received even though you knew that realistically you were an adult and this was entirely normal. You also couldn’t deny the warmth that sent its way through your body at the image of Trevor waiting at home for you, thinking of you and ready to have you as soon as you returned.

The phone rang twice before Trevor answered. Before you could even speak he asked, “I’m guessing you got the picture.”

His breathing was heavy but through that, you could hear the cheeky smile on his voice. Even though he couldn’t see you you still rolled your eyes.

“Trevor,” you said, trying to sound stern. “You sent me inappropriate pictures in public.”

“I know,” he said, he groaned after the words left his mouth and that’s when it clicked that he wasn’t just messing with you by sending those pictures.

“You couldn’t wait thirty minutes for me to get off of work and get home?”

“I’m not the one in charge here. Little Trevor is.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his ridiculous statement. You wish you could have said that was the first time you heard him refer to his cock as ‘little Trevor’ but it wasn’t.

“Well, Tobias just saw Little Trevor.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting from your boyfriend but laughter wasn’t it. “Maybe it’ll give me a leg up in our game against the Kings tomorrow.”

“I can’t take you seriously,” you said laughing. Of course, Trevor wouldn't think much of another team seeing his nudes. He didn’t take things like that very seriously and you loved that about him.

“I’ll be home soon so please stop playing with ‘Little Trevor’ so that we can have some fun when I get back.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Trevor said, “just hurry up because we both miss you.”

“I’ll make sure to give you both a kiss when I get home.”

Trevor groaned at your words, “you’re gonna be the death of me y/n.”

#trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #nhl imagine #my writing

[hoshinoyozora]

Tale of the Timeless Couple

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Malleus Draconia x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 1,1k+

❤ Warnings: -

[Edited]

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Youths were known for their naivety, and just like many others, it was the cause of your downfall too.

Beguiled by the promise of happily ever after, as shown in those romantic movies and books, you’d mindlessly agreed to eternal life with your soon-to-be husband, Malleus Draconia. It was especially enforced by the bitter knowledge that Crowley had never intended for you to return, and that you’d have no means of funding yourself after graduation due to the lack of necessary documents. It was either you marry a rich man and become slightly more ‘recognized’ as the proper citizen of Twisted Wonderland, or doomed to work as a maid in someone else’s house. Malleus, of course, saw no error in your judgment, despite the seeming shallowness of it, and swiftly carried out your transformation.

Due to your relationship with him, you’d always been a part of his little family. But only now did you fully integrate into it, into their lifestyle. The Draconia Family. The Royal Family.

It was blissful in the first few years, as many marriages were, burdened only by the new responsibility of being a ruler to both humans and dark creatures. Malleus and Lilia helped you with the Royal affairs, while Silver and Sebek familiarized you with the Draconia knighthood system. Sometimes, Malleus’s grandmother would visit and chat with you, offering either piece of valuable advice or rumors that would aid you in some way. You weren’t really allowed to go anywhere anymore, and definitely not without tight security. But Malleus permitted you to attend your friends’ weddings, just as how he permitted them to attend yours; a visit that excited nearly the guests in there due to it being a Royal one, and thus, exclusive.

Their occasional letters were probably the highlight of your day, and you thanked Malleus for having the bigger heart not to get jealous and cut off the only connection to your past and humanity. Your heart warmed when you saw pictures of their babies, noting all the resemblances in their features, and mused about what kind of face your child would have.

It was serene.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

Perhaps it began when you received Deuce’s letter containing a photo of him and Ace in an overdue reunion at a restaurant. Your eyes, sharper from the transformation, noticed all signs of aging on their faces. Instinctively, you touched yours and felt only the youthful smoothness of the skin. You rushed to the mirror, and your stomach sank once you realized the signs would never appear in you. For some, it might be a blessing. But for you, it only served to remind you of what you lost.

Your humanity, in all its glory. Ugliness and beauty. The smoothness and the wrinkles.

And then, several years went by, until Jack passed away peacefully in his sleep, surrounded by his big family. You mourned in your office whilst clutching the letter Ace sent to you, unable to attend the funeral without messing with everyone’s schedules.

Black was the color of the Draconia family, but that day, it took on a special meaning.

Ace followed, still a mischievous man to his old age with a more tamed pride. Deuce remained as a policeman until a particularly nasty magic incident occurred, leaving Epel as your only living friend. No longer fixated on the idea of a ‘manly man’, he confessed to you that he was actually lonely. His wife had long died, and his children had all grown up and moved out of the house. You wished you could’ve visited and comforted him, but once again, duty was your obstacle.

Until you belatedly found out that Epel had suffered a heart attack after helping with his family’s farm.

“What are you thinking about, my love?”

A pair of arms hugged your swollen stomach from behind, but you remained motionless as you gazed through the window. Malleus rested his chin on your shoulder and stared at your profile.

“Well?”

“Nothing much.”

“You know better than to lie to me, my love.” said he, twirling a lock of your hair with his left finger. “If you have a problem, you can talk to me and we shall find a solution together.”

Malleus wouldn’t understand that the problem you had was beyond repair, and you feared his response should you reveal the truth.

“All of my friends died, Malleus. Except Sebek, but he’s just a guard to me now.”

“Humans have always had short lifespans.”

You flinched, and you wondered why you reacted that way when you were basically near immortal now. Perhaps some human instincts hadn’t fully disappeared yet.

“I miss them.”

Malleus fell quiet, and your heartbeat slowly picked up with each second passed in silence.

“It is a normal reaction,” he drawled as though empathy was something unfamiliar to him. “and you’ll get over it in due time.”

You wetted your lips, preparing yourself to ask the question that had been haunting you.

“What would you do… if I were to go home?”

“You don’t think I’d allow you to do it, do you?”

You stiffened in his embrace.

“… What?”

“Crowley had always been very slow when it comes to finding your way home, but he hadn’t completely stopped until I ordered him otherwise.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Luckily, you learned that it was futile to place any hope on him, so I wouldn’t have to inform you anything.”

“Why…?”

“Why? Because we were meant to be together, of course. The moment you agreed to be my lover is the moment you agreed to be mine forever.” Malleus sighed blissfully, tightening his hold on you. “And it doesn’t really matter whether you accepted my proposal or not, although it does make everything a whole lot easier. I don’t wish to hurt you, after all.”

You were mistaken. You were horribly mistaken. There was no happily ever after in marrying him. Financially, yes, but mentally? Literally?

“What about my friends?”

“I told you, they’re humans. They have terribly shorter lifespans than ours. Therefore, I don’t need to worry about them so much. Not when they’ll die sooner or later.” Malleus hummed, swaying your body in an invisible yet haunting tune. “Although, of course, I still have to supervise all of your correspondence.”

It was understandable, and you should’ve expected it. Some letters might contain threats, however unlikely it was, and Malleus was merely ensuring the safety of everyone involved. But the knowledge that he read everything that you wrote to them – intimate things that you were more comfortable sharing with your friends than your husband – unnerved you.

Maybe it was why he spent more time with you when you complained to Deuce about him being busier nowadays.

“Now, don’t overthink about the past. You’ll upset our baby.”

He caressed the bulge in your stomach, where the long-awaited child resided.

A shame that you couldn’t share baby pictures with your friends, not even the news of your pregnancy.

#twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #yandere twst #yandere malleus #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus x reader #female reader #twst malleus #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus draconia

[stargirlstudio]

Modern University AU — Aemond Targaryen x Reader

☆ Aemond Targaryen x Reader

☆ Nonspecified gender and no physical attributes mentioned

You first met Aemond in your Politics in the Republic course

You were almost late and the only seat was next to him towards the back

He huffed, much to his annoyance of the person scooting behind him

No matter what class Aemond is, he will always try to be in the seat somewhat close to the exit

Aemond’s lecture notebooks are the fancy Japanese stationery notebooks. All in the same beige color. He only carries two pens

The Professor in the Republics course enjoyed cold calling on people, it wasn’t until the middle of the semester when Aemond would whisper the answer to you under his breath if you were stuck

The thing was…you were not stuck. You were not stupid. You just were not as quick as Aemond, which slowly sparked an academic rivalry

One day you showed up early to class, going over your highlighted course required books

The class filled in and Aemond thought you were absent, so he took his book bag off your seat — no need to reserve it. That was…until the professor had called on you and your answer was lightning fast

You did not sit next to him for the remainder of the year. You never saw him much after that class. You found out early in the semester he was a History and International Relations Double Major with a Philosophy Minor

One day when you were walking past the Business buildings, he bumped into another man with hair as icy blonde as his

“Hey what song are you listening to?” The shorter man said

“Leave me alone,” Aemond replied

“Alright! See you at home bitch!”

Aemond’s brother is the guy that interviews people on campus and does ridiculous “pranks” — very different brothers. It wasn’t until later when you also found out they also had a sister. Helaena, who’s the president of the Entomology Club

A year later, you and Aemond are in another class together. It was an Empires course that was a requirement for both of your majors. It was a smaller class size and instead of a final examination - the final is a presentation and a paper. The professor paired everyone by two and it just so happened that you were paired together

For the presentation, you were tasked to explore any empire of your choice so long as it was not taken. You both came to a long standing back and forth. Until you both agreed on the Byzantine Empire

You both started early on the research and presentation, at first getting to know each other at cafes until you took up whole study rooms in the library

During the last few weeks of the semester the study rooms were under renovation and the tables in the library were getting too crowded. “We could head back to my place,” He suggested. “Helaena will be there so we won’t be all alone or anything,” You agreed.

His place was nice, the Targaryen siblings commuted to campus. Understandable considering they live in luxury. The dormitories were shit

Later on in the night, at some impossible hour and you were still there you offhandedly said “How are you holding up. I’m not quick enough for you,”

“What?” He asked. “What are you talking about,”

“In class, you always gave me the answers. I knew them you know. I’m not stupid,”

A pause and then a realization. “Oh…that class. I never thought you were stupid,” He sighed. “I apologize for that impression. That is entirely my fault,” He fiddled with his hands. “I figured you were mad at me and I was scared if I offended you somehow. I guess I know why now. I missed having you sit with me,”

After the presentation was over, both of you got an A. All of your hard work and research pulled off. Aemond needed help on his essays but other than that, it was a smooth

Aemond offered to take you out to dinner to “celebrate the hard work” after that, you both texted each other over the break. It slowly went from “how are you?” to him sending pictures of his lizards

“Oh fuck how do I?” He said as he fiddled flipping the camera. His phone was positioned low and you laughed. “Oh I think I got it,” He said as FaceTime view went from the bottom of his face to his lizard tank. “This is my oldest one, her name is Vhagar”

“I don’t think I’ve seen your room before,” You said at 3 am

“Yeah. It’s on an opposite wing. Halaena’s bugs stay far away from my lizards,” He joked. “When you come back, I’ll give you a tour if you wish. I missed you,”

Your heart skipped a beat. He saw your eyes widen and he only realized what he said. He quickly ended the call and threw it on the bed.

He paced around the room and not a minute later his phone lit up. All it read from you was, “I missed you too. Let’s hang out soon,”

He texted back, “Sorry my phone died. Yes we can plan something soon,”

“Fast charger,” You texted back. His face was hot. “Goodnightttt”

He typed, “Goodnight,”

#aemond targaryen headcanons #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd headcanons #aegon is a finance bro #modern au headcanon #x reader #reader insert #reader insert headcanon #modern alternate universe #headcanons #fanfic #fanfiction #king’s landing uni-verse

[moonsgemini]

seeking arrangements - ii

summary: There’s only so much of her family Lola can take, but at least she has Rafe to fall back on.

warnings: escort!rafe x oc, shitty family, rafe being the perfect bf, fluff

wc: 3.2k

an: I love this series so much pls also this part is rather long but there’s so much I wanted to fit into this one

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Lola had definitely over packed. She stared at her big suitcase and duffle bag in her living room. Her excuse was that she needed to be prepared for any situation, plus she still wasn’t sure what dress she wanted to wear to the rehearsal dinner. She also needed to take her makeup and skincare, as well as multiple shoes.

“Overpacking is better than under packing right Sailor,” she said to her cat as she walked over to her kitchen.

Lola still needed to finish writing out Sailors schedule. Her coworker, Fiona, was going to be pet sitting for her while she’s gone. She knew Sailor would be in good hands so she wasn’t too worried about her, she was just going to miss her a lot.

As she wrote when to give her treats she started thinking about Rafe. Over the past week they had been texting sporadically about the trip. He would randomly send her a picture of some ties and ask if they were okay to bring. She would also text him making sure he packs a swimsuit and sunscreen. Or she would be telling him about how her sister requested that no one wear the wedding color, baby blue, until the day of the wedding.

Rafe would arrive soon to pick her up and they’d make their way up to the Hamptons. He had said he could drive instead of having Lola get a car service. The thought of being in the car with him for two hours made her a bit nervous, what if she started annoying him? And then out of spite he blows her whole cover. Lola was always letting her thoughts get the best of her because Rafe didn’t seem like the type to do that.

Her phone lights up with a text, it’s Rafe telling her that he’s here. She takes a deep breath and grabs all her bags. Barely being able to to carry her duffle bag on her shoulder and wheel her giant suitcase down. But she made it to the elevator and down to the lobby, of course she bid Sailor goodbye with kisses before she left. Her eyes may have teared up a bit because she was going to miss her best friend.

Rafe was parked outside of her apartment, leaning against his BMW as he waited for her. Dark sunglasses perched on his nose. He was wearing a white tee shirt and some brown pants. That chain still dangling around his neck, Lola really wished he didn’t look so damn fine all the time. It made it hard for her to concentrate. When he saw her lugging her suitcase through the lobby doors he immediately ran up the steps two at a time to help her.

“You planning on moving to the hamptons?” He teased with a smirk, he took her duffle bag from her shoulder and placed it over his. It seemed like it weighed nothing to him.

“Very funny, I have to be prepared in case anything happens. I also need outfit options because what if I end up hating something,” She defended.

He laughed, “Okay fair enough,” He grabbed her giant suitcase and carried it down the stairs with ease. She wished she could stop and stare at the way his arm muscles flexed and the veins in his hands stood out as he put her things into the trunk of his car. He was just such a man, something Lola wasn’t used to.

When she was with Thomas he never really did anything for her. Of course he did the bare minimum like open doors and pay for dates, but he never would have carried her luggage down for her. He also would have made it a huge deal that she brought so much stuff. She never really realized how much of a shitty boyfriend he was until after they broke up. In some ways she was grateful that he cheated but nonetheless he still shattered her heart as well as her confidence.

Lola walked down the steps as Rafe was shutting the door to the backseat where he had placed her duffle. She was still carrying her purse and her water bottle.

“Are you ready?” He asked as he opened the passenger door for her.

“As ready as I can be,” She gave him a toothy smile before stepping into the car. It was a really nice car, she wondered if he bought it with his escort money.

Rafe smiled as he closed the door. He really liked Lola, she was a lot more tolerable than his past clients. They tended to come on to him a little too strongly or would brag about themselves too much. He jogged over to the drivers side and got in, starting the car. He looked over and Lola was holding a yellow envelope in her hands.

She handed it to him, “Here. It’s all there, you can count it. I figured you’d prefer cash? I’m not really sure how this works.” She blushed at her naivety.

For a second Rafe forgot what this whole thing was, “Oh yeah uh cash is fine. You can just put it in the glove box. I’m sure it’ll be safe in the Hamptons.”

Lola laughed, “Yeah that’s true.”

“Can you put in the directions to your parents place?” He asked as he handed her his phone. She quickly typed in the address pressing go.

“An hour fifty minutes, are you ready for a road trip?” He asked smirking peering at her over his sunglasses.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” She sighed.

Rafe pulled out onto the street and they began their journey. For the first half hour the car ride was just filled with the quiet music Rafe was playing. 90s rock to be exact, Lola wasn’t too surprised at his choice of music. She wasn’t complaining either she enjoyed it. There was a question she wanted to ask, ever since he had mentioned it when they first met.

“So,” She sighed suddenly feeling nervous, “When you said that you charge extra for the intimate stuff, were you um actually serious?”

He smirked that stupid handsome smirk, “Why are you interested?”

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, “No! I-I just was curious if you actually ya know do that with you’re uh other clients.” Her red cheeks making a funny feeling appear in the pit of his stomach.

“Suuure, yeah I actually do offer it. Maybe seven out of ten women pay for it but then by the end of the night they’re too drunk and I don’t do anything with drunk women. So I give them their money back.”

“Have you ever actually done it though?”

“Yeah a few times. Business is business,” he shrugged.

“I support sex workers,” she laughed lightly.

Rafe laughed, “Good to know. So what’s the plan today?”

“We’ll get to my parents at like 4 so then I think we’ll just have a barbecue with whoever is at my parents. I think it’s my sister, her fiance, my cousin, and the bridal party. That’s pretty much it for today.”

Rafe nodded, “An easy day then.”

Lola scoffed, “Enjoy it while it lasts. Tomorrow we’re having a boat day and then after we’re having a cocktail party as a sort of very late engagement party.”

“Good thing I don’t get sea sick,” He chuckled.

“Oh shit I never asked you about that, I’m sorry.” Lola said in realization. It was the one event that went over her head.

“Don’t apologize, I kind of grew up around boats so I’m fine. Not gonna get sea sick.”

“Well that’s good.”

He glanced over at her, “I do have a question. Is it okay if touch you, you know since we’re since we’re supposed to be dating people will expect pda. But if you’re not comfortable with that we can find a safe medium.”

Lola thought for a second, “I’m okay with anything. We gotta be convincing. I don’t want to leave room for my sister or mother to get suspicious.”

“Doing the full shabang then.”

She laughed lightly, “I guess so.”

-

About an hour later they had finally arrived at the Arrington’s Hamptons house. During the car ride they talked about a lot of things like music and food and places they liked to go to. Lola talked about her childhood and Rafe only gave her some vague details about his. It was hard for him to open to people, especially someone who he knew he’d never see again after the week was over.

As Rafe pulled into the driveway they saw Lola’s dad outside watering the flower beds. He looked over spotting his eldest daughter through the car windows and waved happily with a big smile on his face.

Lola smiled and waved back, “That’s my dad.”

Rafe smiled and gave a short wave, “He seems nice.”

“He’s going to be the easiest one to meet surprisingly, are you ready?” Lola looked over at him with an uneasy smile.

“I am, are you?”

“I guess so.”

They got out of the car, Rafe opening the trunk to start getting their things out. Lola’s dad walked over to them putting the hose down.

“My beautiful daughter,” He held his arms out reaching out to hug her.

“Dad, how are you?” Lola asked as she hugged him back.

“Oh I’m good sweetheart, just my hairs falling out from the stress of your sister’s wedding.” He laughed.

Rafe walked up to them rolling their luggage in his hands. He had placed her duffle bag on top of her big suitcase. He lifted his sunglasses to rest on top of his head to get a better look at her father.

“Ah the surprise boyfriend,” Her dad said as he looked up at Rafe.

“I’m Rafe, it’s nice to meet you sir.” He shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you young man, and call me Peter.” He smiled at Rafe, “You guys go ahead on in, everyone is out back. Your mom might be in the kitchen getting more wine.”

“Thanks dad,” Lola gave him another side hug before nodding at Rafe to follow her.

“Not so bad so far right?” Rafe assured once they were walking through the door.

“Oh just wait.”

Rafe was used to these big houses since he grew up in one on the figure eight. It was a nice house, big and open. Decorated how you would expect a Hampton house to be. Light blues and whites all over the place, family pictures and nautical decorations everywhere.

“Just leave those here, we can take them up after we say hi to everyone.” Rafe nodded and followed her into the the rest of the house, in the kitchen they found a woman that looked like another version of Lola. She was pouring herself a glass of pinot.

“Hi mom,” Lola said almost timidly. If Lola hadn’t already expressed how difficult her mom would be the way she greeted her told him a lot.

Her mom looked up, “Sweetie you made it,” she exclaimed excitedly running over to her daughter and bringing into a tight hug. Lola hugging her back not as tightly.

“Um this is Rafe, my uh boyfriend.” Lola said once she had pulled away. Her mom looked over at him and her eyes went wide for a second.

“Oh hello, Rafe. It’s very nice to meet you,” She batted her eyelashes at him. He’d had enough experience to know she was pretty hammered.

“Nice to meet you Mrs.Arrington,” He gave her a smile while shaking her hand. She held on for a bit too long.

“Please call me Natalie,” She said before turning to her daughter, “Who knew you could get someone like this sweetheart.”

Rafe’s brows furrowed at the comment, in his humble opinion Lola was a bit out of his league. Even just by the little information he knew about her she was smart, kind, independent, and incredibly beautiful. Rafe felt like he could have never pulled a girl like her without having been paid to take her out.

“Um so is everyone outside,” Lola said clearing her throat.

“Yes lets go say hi,” She led them out through the large french doors. There were a bunch of people sat around the patio, drinking and playing card games.

“Lola!” Someone shouted and a girl who was a bit shorter than her with lighter colored hair came running towards her pulling her into another tight hug.

“Hey Pen,” Lola smiled as she hugged her sister. She turned to Rafe, “This is my boyfriend Rafe. Rafe my sister and bride to be, Penny.”

“Congratulations. It’s nice to meet you,” He shook her hand and Penny gave him that same look her mother did.

“Rafe it’s finally nice to meet my sister’s secret boyfriend, I’m surprised she didn’t want to show you off sooner.” She giggled, a tall slender man came up next to her.

“I’m Harry, groom to bed.” He shook Rafe’s hand as he introduced himself.

“Are you forgetting your favorite cousin,” Someone said from behind Lola.

“Tabi!” Lola said excitedly once she turned around bringing her into a big hug.

“Rafe this is Tabitha, my favorite cousin.” She smiled genuinely for the first time since stepping out of the car.

“Nice to meet you,” He smiled at her.

“And you too. You’re very lucky to have Lola, isn’t she such a gem!” Tabitha always treated Lola better than anyone else in the family. She considered her to be a better sister than her actual sister.

“She really is,” Rafe grinned wrapping his arm around Lola’s shoulders and bringing her closer to him.

She looked up at him, the heat from his body making her cheeks heat up. Also being this close to him and smelling his cologne was dizzying.

There were a few other people sitting on the outdoor furniture so Lola turned her and Rafe to them, “This is Olivia and Riley the bridesmaids. And the groomsmen Andrew, Josh, Mateo, and uh Thomas.” Lola wanted to roll her eyes at him as he sat there looking bored of the interaction. He had been glaring at the couple since they walked out.

He had heard that Lola was bringing a date but being the narcissist that he is he thought it would be some loser. He felt like he was the best she was ever going to get, but he was proven wrong when Rafe’s handsome frame walked through the door. Thomas liked the power he had over Lola, when they broke up he felt a small hint of pride that maybe he had ruined her. That maybe she was so heartbroken she would never love anyone but him again.

Rafe smiled and waved at them, “It’s nice to meet you guys.” When his eyes reached Thomas his smile changed to a smirk and a slightly pointed glare. He was going to have fun messing with this guy. Seeing him in person made Rafe’s blood boil a little because this guy got to date Lola and had the audacity to cheat on her. He couldn’t believe it.

“Um well we’re going to unpack then we’ll be back down, uh mom is Rafe staying in the guest room?” She asked turning to her mom, “My parents have a no couples sleeping together rule.” She said to Rafe.

“Oh don’t be silly, you’re grown up now. You guys can share your room.” Her mom brushed off before finishing off the glass she had just poured

“Um okay, come on Rafe.” She interlaced her hand with the one he had over her shoulder and led him back inside. Once they were back in the entry way with their suitcases he let go of her, Lola sort of missed the warm comfort he had provided.

“That was the ex?” He asked already knowing the answer.

Lola snorted, “Yeah, I can’t believe I let him hurt me the way he did.”

Rafe grabbed both suitcases and followed Lola upstairs as she grabbed her duffle bag. She led him down the long hallway to the last bedroom on the left. She opened the door revealing the bedroom that was fairly big. She had her own bathroom and doors that he assumed led out to a balcony. The bedspread was a blue floral and the walls had a few paintings hanging. She had a cork board with a bunch of polaroids on it. There was a vanity, a dresser, and a bookshelf filled with books. On too of the dresser were random knick knacks.

“So this is my summer room,” Lola motioned around, “you can take half of the closet and the top two drawers of the dresser. It’s all empty since I don’t really stay here anymore.”

“It’s very you,” He smiled sitting on the bed.

“Thank you? I think,” She said as she laid her suitcase down and began to unpack.

“It’s a compliment. Is everyone staying here?” He asked as he took his shoes off and laid down.

“No the bridal party is staying at an air bnb including the bride and groom. Tabitha is staying here and so is her mom but she comes in tomorrow,” She walked into her bathroom to put all of her toiletries away.

“Why aren’t you staying there?” Rafe asked curiously just watching her, where her bed was placed he could see into the bathroom.

She shrugged, “I don’t think I would have had a good time there, plus I like staying in my room.”

“I can sleep on the floor or something by the way. I know you didn’t expect us to have to share a room.” He grinned at her honestly.

“I-I don’t mind if you don’t,” She stuttered a bit as she finally realized they’d be sleeping in bed together, “you don’t have to sleep on the floor. We’re grown ups and I trust you Rafe.”

“You shouldn’t trust people so easily,” Rafe didn’t really like that she was a bit naive. He felt an urge to protect her from everything. From her family, her kindness, her trust she gave out easily.

Lola looked over at the dirty blonde as she walked back into the room, “There’s just something about you that seems trustworthy.”

His cheeks reddened a bit. That was one of his favorite compliments he’s ever gotten, “Thank you. By the way I have some experience with shitty family Lola, so you’re not alone. I’m going to be here to back you up and make sure you’re not alone.”

She sat down at the end of the bed by his feet looking at him shyly, “When I was growing up I always felt like I was alone. Even now still feel alone and I had been dreading this week since Penny got engaged. What I’m saying is I’m glad I somehow found you to keep me company here. I know you’re paid company but still I feel safe.”

Rafe’s heart did a weird thing when she spoke. He’d never felt so warm and fuzzy inside especially not because of a girl.

“I’m glad I’m here for you Lola.” They smiled at each other and that weird feeling was back in his stomach.

He was so screwed.

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[nowgiveusakiss]

as long as you love me so

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie’s never liked christmas but maybe you can fix that. 8.9k

warnings: brief mentions of a neglectful childhood

Eddie wasn’t one for celebrating Christmas. Always throwing out excuses like ‘it’s capitalism at work’ or ‘it’s based on some made up story about some random dude’ when his friends ask him what his holiday plans are. He doesn’t actually hate the holiday, he’s just never seen a point in it. Most of his childhood was spent with a drunk father and a runaway mother, so Christmas was never even on the table.

Constantly listening to the other kids talk about what they got for Christmas or what they were writing on their lists or trips to some ski lodge. Eddie can’t sit here and say that it didn’t hurt. When he was still in elementary school, before Uncle Wayne, he used to make up stories about gifts he got. Creating this fantasy world where his parents were picture perfect and spoiled him with everything he could ever desire.

Once he was in middle school, he stopped playing make believe. His dad’s mistakes finally caught up to him and his mom never came back, so Uncle Wayne stepped up. His view on life became pretty cynical after that.

Wayne tried his hardest to give Eddie a normal Christmas but Eddie was no fool. He knew Wayne couldn’t afford the Christmas he used to dream about. After watching Wayne calculate and recalculate bills all for some silly holiday, Eddie assured him that it wasn’t necessary.

“Wayne, I don’t need anything. I can’t even think of anything I would want anyway so don’t worry about it.” A lie. Eddie could think of plenty things he wants but none of it was worth watching Wayne work himself to the bone for. Wayne tries to argue with 12 year old Eddie but both Munsons are stubborn as bulls.

After Eddie threatens to sleep outside and skip school every day in protest, Wayne finally relents. He knows deep down that financially, he can’t make it happen. No matter how badly he wishes he could.

Christmas was a luxury the Munsons couldn’t afford.

They grow accustomed to the mundaneness of it all. letting each Christmas pass them by as if it were any other day. Never any decorations. No lights, no tree, no cookies for Santa. Rather than indulging in the traditions that come with the season, Wayne and Eddie use this time to rake in some extra cash. Wayne picking up shifts at the plant so the guys with families can celebrate with their own. Eddie offering house calls for an extra fee, taking advantage of the fact that kids need something to take the edge off but are trapped in their homes by demand of the parents. Both boys not giving a second thought to the day. It never mattered, especially not to Eddie.

Until he met you.

You’re the pretty little thing that works at the local record store. A quiet girl. Probably doesn’t even realize how pretty she is, Eddie thinks. He remembers you from Hawkins High, having meant to graduate in the same class as you but Eddie never claimed to be a scholar. Now here he is on his third try of senior year. But this year is gonna be his year. He can feel it.

Eddie is a frequent visitor to your store. He visits at least four times a week. He could lie and say he comes in so often to keep up to date with new releases but really he comes in for you. To see how you styled your hair, what color skirt you picked out, whether you decided to wear makeup that day. He’s even got your schedule memorized, only now realizing what a creep he must seem like to you.

What Eddie doesn’t know is that you remember him from school too. He sat up one desk and to the right from you in Mrs. Demoine’s algebra class. He doesn’t know you used to watch him solve the problems in his head. Or that you picked up his habit of sticking his tongue out when he’s focused. Or that you admire the boldness of him being unapologetically himself in a community that thinks him evil. You know better than them. You saw the way Eddie took those kids under his wing, treating them as if they were his little brothers. His prodigies.

A few months pass of Eddie silently pretending to look through records before he decides to finally speak to you.

You’re lost in cataloging the newest shipment of The Smith’s latest album, having been selling out fairly quickly.

“Do you guys have any Metallica?” You snap your head up at the familiar voice, doubting there’s anyway he could be speaking to you. When your eyes meet his, you realize that he is, in fact, speaking to you.

The Eddie Munson is currently leaning over the counter you’re working, into your personal space. breathing your air, asking you a question. You fumble with the tape you’re holding and it clatters down on to the countertop.

“Shit- um, yeah. Yeah, we have Metallica. Are you looking for something specific?” Your hands are shaking as you try to put the tape back into it’s case. How were you supposed to keep cool when Eddie was staring at you with those big brown eyes? It’s practically impossible.

Eddie sees you’re shaking and fears that you might be scared of him. He knows what people say about him. Maybe you believe them. Maybe he should just walk away from you before you tell all your friends how the freak tried to lure you into his satanic cult.

But then again, you’re looking up at him with the kindest eyes he’s ever seen. He can see that you’re nervous but maybe that’s the lingering shyness he remembers from high school, not fear.

“We actually just got the vinyl’s for Master of Puppets last night, if that’s what you’re looking for.” You’re trying to fill the silence that Eddie left, not answering your initial question. Instead just staring at you. But you seem to snap him out of whatever trance he was in and he visibly relaxes his shoulders.

Your soft smile puts Eddie at ease. There’s no way a nice girl like you would ever believe those stupid rumors. The way you’re looking at him as if he’s the only person in the room makes his stomach churn.

“You read my mind.” He flashes a cheshire grin, all teeth and round cheeks. You tell him where he can find it as if he doesn’t know exactly what section Metallica is under. Eddie turns around in a slow circle to examine the entirety of the shop, feigning ignorance. When his gaze finally meets yours, he gives you his best ‘lost in the woods’ look.

“Well you know, miss, I’m not the brightest crayon in the box. Would you mind showing me the way?” Your immediate reaction is confusion. Eddie probably knows this store better than you as much as he’s here. He’s even bought a Metallica tape from you before. He’s got this look on his face, like he knows a secret you don’t.

It clicks.

Eddie Munson is flirting with you.

That was in march of ‘86. You two have been inseparable since. You’ve met all his friends, gone to his D&D sessions, met Uncle Wayne, even cheered him on at graduation. But neither of you has taken the risk of asking the dreaded boyfriend/girlfriend question. Preferring to stay in the comfort of friendship and occasional flirting.

Okay, frequent flirting.

It’s actually through this innocent flirting that the topic of christmas comes up. Eddie’s got on this huge red sweater with a bow stuck to the front, a gag gift from Dustin for Eddie’s birthday. You just had to see him in it before it eventually landed in the dump.

His face is screwed up in pure disgust. Yours is alight with amusement. Giggling and clapping as if it’s the funniest thing you’ve seen all year. It’s definitely in the top three.

“Real handsome, teddy. You look like a christmas present that I’m just dying to unwrap.” You finish with a cheeky wink and laugh as Eddie’s ears turn a lovely shade of pink.

“Really? A Christmas present? I’m gonna hurl.” Eddie let’s out a cackle at your face, his crude language always catching you off guard. You’re the sweet to his sour. Once he’s ripped the sweater off and chucked it in the bin, you ponder his response.

“What do you have against Christmas, Munson?” You throw your legs over his and settle back onto the arm of the couch. His warm hands immediately seeking out your calves, rubbing up and down.

“Christmas is just another way the man keeps us in the cycle. Making money off us for their own gain. Plus, the whole red and green thing, totally not my style.” He looks over at you to find you’re looking at him as if he’s personally offended you.

“How pessimistic of you. I love Christmas!” Eddie watches in awe and adoration as you list off all the things you love about the season. Ranting and raving about gift giving and putting up a pretty tree with handmade ornaments. While he loves your enthusiasm, he just can’t seem to get on board.

Thus begins the months long debate over Christmas. Slight jabs at his bah humbug attitude and nicknames like Mr. Grinch and Scrooge. But it’s around July that Eddie really starts to comprehend your love of the holiday. And maybe he’s coming around to the idea of celebrating. You joke that his heart has grown two inches, although that would be near deadly considering how big of a heart the boy has already.

As the holidays approach, your badgering becomes a daily occurrence. You show up at the auto shop where Eddie is now working as a mechanic on an early November afternoon. He's covered in grease and his hair is held back in a loose ponytail. Your mouth goes dry at the sight. His sleeves rolled up to show off his tattoos, sweat dripping down the front of his unbuttoned uniform despite the chill in the air.

“Munson, your girls here!” His coworker calls out to him over the sound of machines whirring. You flush at the idea of being Eddie’s girl. Eddie doesn’t correct him.

“Well, well, well.. what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” It’s a harmless comment. No where near as scandalous as some of the other things he’s said to you. Yet, you’re shying away like some lovesick school girl.

He’s beaming at you as he meets you halfway, not wanting you to get too far into the shop. He’s always scolding you for wandering around, lecturing you on how dangerous it is. Always receiving an “okay, daddy. whatever you say.” in jest, clearly mocking him in your tone. Eddie ignores the feeling that kicks up in his abdomen at the name. He is also trying to ignore that same feeling when he sees the skirt you’re wearing. Instead focusing on the motions of wiping his hands on the rag he kept tucked in the back pocket of his uniform.

“I came to ask you a very serious and important question.” Eddie halts his movements, white knuckling the rag in his fist.

“Okay, lay it on me.” He gestures to a more secluded area, away from the ears of his coworkers. His hand is hovering over your lower back as he leads you, not wanting to dirty your top. Especially if you’re already upset with him. He’s running through everything he’s said or done in the past week that could have upset you. His chest feels tight and he can’t suck in a full breath.

Your arms are crossed over your chest as you finally blurt out this so called important question.

“What do you want for Christmas?” Eddie visibly deflates, crouching over with a hand on his knee and the other slapped to his chest.

“You can’t do that to me, sunshine. Feel like i’m having a heart attack right now- fuck.” His heart is racing like a horse in the Kentucky derby and you’re not helping. Looking down at his crouched figure and letting those soft giggles escape your pretty mouth. You’ll be the death of him, he swears it.

“Sorry, Eds. I didn’t mean to make you freak. But to be fair, this is a very important question.” He returns to his full height, now he’s the one looking down at you. He doesn’t look too thrilled to be talking about this. And truly, he’s not. But he’s glad you came to see him anyway. Regardless of the motive.

“Maybe it’s important to you but it isn’t really all that special to me. It’s all kinda stupid,” he replies, waving his hand as if brushing away the question flippantly. One look at your face and he regrets the words the second they leave his mouth. He didn’t mean to come across so callous. The dejected look that wipes off the small smile you were holding sends a pang to Eddie’s chest. He knows Christmas is something you care about and he loves that about you. And now he’s gone and basically called you stupid for it.

Your heart sinks in your chest. Showing up like this was clearly a mistake. You didn’t expect him to be jumping up and down at the idea of celebrating Christmas with you. But you also weren’t expecting complete rejection.

You’re fumbling through apologies and making up excuses to leave. Maybe coming here and bothering him at work over something you know he has no interest in wasn’t a good idea. A phone call would’ve been fine. Or just leaving him alone all together. You’re regretting ever coming in the first place.

As you start to step back after a stuttered goodbye, Eddie reaches out for your wrist. He doesn’t want you to go.

“Wait, please stay. I didn’t mean for that to sound so harsh. It’s not stupid, poor choice of words. It’s just I’ve never seen the point in the whole thing. But I love that you love it.” The smile returns to your face. Eddie wants to press his finger into the crease that forms on the side of your mouth. “I just meant that you don’t need to worry about me.”

You take his apology in stride. Something about the way he looks at you and the way he says he loves that you love Christmas makes you want to forget he even hurt your feelings in the first place.

“Well too late because I’m always gonna worry about you, teddy.” His heart soars in his chest hearing that you care enough about him to worry. Eddie tries to brush off the initial question, repeating the same excuses he’s used on Wayne in the past.

“Sweetheart, really. There’s nothing I even want!” But you’re persistent. There just has to be something he’s been after. Eddie never buys himself new things. He’s a boy who deserves the world but would give it away in a heartbeat if you asked him to.

“Not a single thing? I find that very unconvincing, Eddie.” He pretends to think on it. Finger to the chin, eyes cast to the sky. You can almost see the little lightbulb over his head when he finally thinks of something.

“How about this? Hows about you come over on Christmas and grace me with your presence? I’ll take that as my gift.” Eddie is grinning from ear to ear. A compromise that he feels is sufficient enough. Easily a gift just to be around you but a gift that costs nothing. He seems pretty proud of his answer.

“But I always come over! And you know I’ll spend time with you whenever you ask so that doesn’t count as a gift. Just my presence isn’t special enough!” You’re arguing with him like a toddler. You even resemble one considering the pout on your lips. Eddie mimics your pout and bends over to be eye level with you.

“I wholeheartedly disagree with you on that one. You are more than special enough.” The pout falls off your face and your eyes widen. The two of you share a look of knowing. Both wanting the same thing but both being too scared to admit it. Eddie’s gaze flicks down to your lips for the briefest of moments. You wish he would just kiss you and get it over with.

Instead he holds eye contact with you, searching for something he knows is there. Secretly hoping you will make the first move, but he knows you’re shyness would never allow for such boldness.

“Hey! Munson! You gonna finish this lemon or what?” The same coworker who insists on calling you ‘Eddie’s girl’ interrupts your moment. Eddie lets out a loud laugh before straightening his back.

“I’ve worked on that car about 5 times in the last month. Pete just won’t give it up.” You have no idea who Pete is but nod and chuckle as if you do. “I’ll see you tonight then?” Eddie’s got a gig with Corroded Coffin tonight. You haven’t missed a single show as long as you’ve known each other yet he still seeks the reassurance that you will be there. It’s sweet.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, teddy.” You flash a bright smile at him before waving your goodbyes but not before yelling a, “you’re getting something for christmas whether you like it or not.” Leaving Eddie blushing red for the remainder of his shift.

The topic of gifts has been put on the back burner, Thanksgiving now the forefront of everyone’s minds. It’s just Eddie and Wayne this year, it always is. Thanksgiving being much more financially achievable for the two man family.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to invite you. Not that he wasn’t planning on doing so, but the constant interrogation from Wayne about what your plans were was driving Eddie up the wall.

When he asks you, he can see the look of disappointment on your face. Pouring out apologies and explaining how you're visiting your grandparents out of state.

He should’ve known better. You’ve got a family to do those things with. The normal things that Eddie has never known.

You want to tell your parents ‘fuck the trip’ and stay with Eddie, but your grandparents are old. It’s grim but the fact is, they probably won’t have much time left. And it’s not like they can travel to you. But seeing Eddie’s face when you have to turn him down makes you want to cry.

In the quiet moments of the night, snuggled up in Eddie’s bed while he’s on the floor, making notes in the margin of his well-loved copy of Lord of the Rings, you remember you’re going away. In the light of the day, surrounded by Eddie’s laughs and his lewd jokes and his constant fidgeting, you were able to forget. Eddie was always good at distracting you from any negative feelings that may plague you.

You watch his brows furrow and his tongue poke over his upper lip as he underlines a quote he finds significant. He’s rubbing his rings against one another emitting a soft metallic clicking. You can see his lips barely moving as he mouths the words to himself. A subconscious habit, you figure.

You watch the way his chest rises and falls. How his lashes brush his cheeks when he blinks. The way his face shows every emotion he feels as he reads. The slight stubble that’s grown since he shaved this morning. The way he is totally lost in his book yet completely in tune with you, reaching back every so often to touch you. To rub your leg as a reminder to you that he hasn’t forgotten you’re there. His subtle way of thanking you for being here with him.

All these little things are becoming big things. You look away from him, staring up at his ceiling instead. Looking at him just exist close to you is enough to have you overwhelmed with emotion. You’re not coping well with the fact that you won’t feel his hand on your calf or hear his laugh for a whole week.

You realize how silly it is to be so upset. It’s not like you’re going away forever, but this will be the longest either of you have gone without seeing each other. You’re not sure you remember how to be without Eddie Munson.

“I wish I could shrink you down so I could carry you with me everywhere, teddy.” The sound of pages being slammed shut and a pen being dropped to the floor brings your gaze back to him. He laughs a little before crawling off the floor and into the spot next to you. He’s got the softest smile you’ve ever seen on his face as he lays mere inches away from you.

“And why’s that? Think that would get annoying after a while.” He’s teasing you but you’re dead serious. You want him around always.

“Because I don’t like to be without you. I never want to be without you, Eddie.” The smile drops from his face as tears fall from your eyes. His heart is racing and he can’t pinpoint why. He’s thrilled at the notion that you want him around all the time but he’s upset that you’re upset. But then again, you’re so pretty when you cry. But you’re also crying over him. And why are you crying over him? Is there something else going on? He’s a mess of emotions right now.

“Sweetheart.. it’s only a week. I’ll still be here when you get back.” He pulls you into his chest and lets you cry there for a moment. Once you’re reduced to occasional sniffles and swollen eyes, you pull your face out of his chest. The pair of you stare at each other for a moment before you’re bursting into laughter. Eddie is so lost but you’re laughing so that must be a good sign.

“That was so stupid, holy shit. I can’t believe I just cried like a baby over that. I’m sorry,” you’re a giggling machine and Eddie can’t help but laugh along until the quiet finally returns. It lingers for a long time, so long Eddie thinks you might have fallen asleep.

“I meant what I said. I do wish I could carry you around with me, teddy.” He feels your warm breath through the fabric of his shirt, words whispered directly to his heart. Eddie sucks in a breath. Is this it? Is this when you finally ask him the question you’re both itching to hear? Or say the three words he’s dying to tell you too?

“If I had a magic lamp, that’s what I would wish for.”

so maybe not tonight.

But as you drift away, Eddie stays up thinking about anything and everything. Most of the thoughts revolve around you though. How you want him around, the way you’re wearing his favorite sweater, why you started calling him teddy, how he wishes you could carry him around too.

And then he gets an idea.

Maybe you could carry him around, metaphorically speaking.

Now, Eddie had zero plans to get anyone anything for Christmas. He never had and he wasn’t planning to change that now. But the perfect opportunity and the perfect person have presented themselves to him on a silver platter.

He starts to do the math in his head. Thanksgiving is in 4 days. Making Christmas in 31 days, so he really has 30 days to get the gift ready. You’ll be gone for a week starting on the 25th, which gives him 11 days to save up. If he picks up extra shifts at the shop and does a couple deals, he can save up some extra cash to make sure it’s perfect. He can pick up the supplies while you’re gone too.

The tricky part is going to be hiding it all from you. You two are practically attached at the hip and Eddie knows the second you’re back in town, you’ll want to be near him. And he’ll be dying to be around you too. He also knows that you’re smart and there’s no doubt you’ll catch on.

You spend the remainder of the four days in Hawkins working around Eddie’s work schedule. You’re a little ticked off that he took up so many shifts when he knows you’re about to be gone for a week, but maybe he really needs the money. And you can’t stay mad at him when he makes such an effort to see you even after he’s worked himself to the bone.

His schedule also gives you the perfect opportunity to get one of his Christmas gifts together. Making a trip to a print shop out in Marion, a couple cities over from Hawkins. It being the only place you could track down that would print designs onto guitar picks. Who would’ve thought it would be such a to-do?

When you handed the guy Eddie’s hand drawn logo for Corroded Coffin, he seemed to recognize the name. You got to talking to the guy and it turns out he’s made a couple trips out to The Hideout to see Corroded Coffin. He swears they’re gonna be the next big thing. You tell him all about Eddie and how this is a Christmas gift for him. The employee, Zach, says he can give you the sample today but the rest will have to be shipped.

“I’ll make sure they get there well before Christmas. Just make sure you remember me when your boyfriend gets famous.” He chuckles and hands you the pick as you flounder for words. You don’t tell him Eddie’s not your boyfriend, letting yourself live in the fantasy that he is for this moment.

Eddie’s second gift comes from a second hand store you used to visit when you were a kid when you’d stay with your grandparents in Wisconsin.

Eddie had commented multiple times on the sun pendant you wore around your neck. Even using the name ‘sunshine’ for you once in a while. Since then, you’ve been on a hunt for some kind of jewelry with a moon. But finding something like that in Eddie’s style is damn near impossible. Your last ditch effort being scouring every thrift store within a 20 mile radius of your grandparents house.

You’re ready to give up and just stick to the guitar picks and maybe a t-shirt. It’s not like he cares all that much about gifts anyway.

Until you visit that old store run by Marty, who used to ‘forget’ to charge you for an item or two. He’s still managing the place, even now that you’re all grown up. He’s beyond happy to see you, asking all about your life now. Who you’re friends are, where you’re working, if you’ve got a special someone.

During this chat, you obviously have to brag on Eddie. You have a bad habit of working him into every conversation.

Walking up and down the aisles with Marty, he tells you all about the repairs he’s had to make to the shop over the years. The wood flooring wearing down, shelves rusting, roof leaking. But he loves it all the same.

“I’ll keep this place standing with duct tape and a dream if i have to.” You snort, knowing he means that one hundred percent. He’s showing you some renovations in the back he was able to afford back in March, when you just glance at the small jewelry case. It doesn’t hold much, mostly old wedding rings or a pair of clearly vintage earrings.

You don’t really give it a second thought until Marty is pulling you over to show you a necklace he recently acquired. He says it’s from some lady who passed away who was apparently an heir to some fortune. It’s a beautiful piece but you can’t bring yourself to care when what you’ve been searching for is staring you in the face. A beautiful silver ring with a crescent moon, oversized and chunky. Very clearly worn by a previous owner with scratches and scuffs. So clearly Eddie.

“She had this grandfather who owned-“

“Marty!” You damn near startle the poor man to death with your shout. “How much for the ring?”

You’ve got eyes bigger than saucers, practically bouncing on your feet waiting for his answer. He doesn’t quite know what you’re so excited about. It’s nothing special, no diamond or gold.

“Well that depends. who’s it for?” Marty knows it can’t be for you, considering it’s clearly made for someone with much thicker fingers. And based on how excited you got, it must be for someone special. If Marty is anything, he is one nosey old man.

“It’s for my friend I was telling you about. Eddie. I’ve been looking everywhere for something like that!” Marty considers you for a moment. He takes a second to replay the last hour you’ve spent in the store, bringing up this ‘Eddie’ no less than a million times. He’s lived a long time, seen a lot of things.

“Yes, this boy who you ramble on about but is just a friend. That one?” you roll your eyes at his insinuation.

“Yes, Marty, that one.” You let out a huff at Marty’s infuriating grin. The one where he looks like he’s got you all figured out.

“In the spirit of love, you can have it free of charge.” The shit eating grin he gives you is bigger than the state of Texas.

“Jesus… You’re lucky I like you, old man.” He bags up the ring and slides it across the counter. He gives you a stern look before letting you take it from him.

“You tell that boy he better be good to you or Marty here will have to pay him a visit. Can’t be having my best girl with some rascal.” You shake your head fondly at the man, bid him goodbye as he tells you to visit more often. You promise him you will and he waves at you until you can’t see him in the rear view anymore.

Back in Hawkins, Eddie’s room is a mess of fabric and sewing needles. This tiny jacket he’s sewing is giving him hell. He’s pricked himself approximately ten times in the last half hour. He’s really putting his artistic skills to the test. Utilizing every ounce of knowledge he’s picked up from painting D&D figures and sewing patches onto his battle vest. This whole gift idea is turning out to be a lot more time consuming than he anticipated.

He spent a solid five hours in every toy store in the near vicinity, even traveling as far as Indianapolis. He spent every last cent he owned on fabric and paint and gas to acquire said items. It will all be worth it though to see the look on your face when he gives it to you.

When you knock on his door for the first time in a week while he’s in the middle of painting a tiny patch of denim, he’s scrambling to hide the evidence. Determined to not spoil the surprise. He flings open the trailer door to see you standing there in sweatpants and his sweater, which he could’ve sworn he lost about a week ago.

“You know, it’s not very kind to steal, sunshine.” Eddie thinks his eardrums have suffered some serious damage after the way you squeal his name. Practically tackling him back into the living room with arms tight around his neck. His hands seek you out just as quickly, one gripping the softness of your waist and the other resting gently on the back of your head. He can’t suppress the grin that spreads over his face, eyes squinting from how hard his cheeks push up.

“Missed you so much, teddy.” The words vibrate in his neck. He can feel you smiling against his skin. When you pull away, it takes every muscle in his body to not keep you tucked against him until there’s no way to know where he ends and you begin.

“I missed you even more.” You’re still grinning up at him and he has yet to let go of the grip he has on your waist, tethering you to him for as long as you’ll let him. He’s missed being able to touch you, see you, talk to you. Before you left, he had tried to argue that he should get to call you at least once but you weren’t having it. The rates for out of state phone calls were beyond either of your budgets.

Eddie would’ve paid anything, done anything, just to hear you speak his name.

Once you’ve finally settled into the couch, legs thrown over Eddie as he strokes up and down your calf, he finally asks you about the trip.

You tell him all about your grandparents and how things have changed since your last visit. The new dog they rescued and the chickens that wander in the house through the doggy door.

Eddie is trying his best to listen. He really is. But it’s hard to pay attention to the words coming out of your mouth when he’s too busy admiring you. The miniscule movements of the muscles in your face as you shift through a range of emotions. You’re practically vibrating with energy as you retell your every movement while you were away.

He’s snapped out of his trance at your next words.

“And… I’ve got your Christmas gifts, Mr. Munson.” Eddie opens his mouth to respond before he takes a second to replay a specific word in that sentence.

“Hold on. Gifts, plural? As in multiple?” You’re grinning like the cat that ate the canary. You watch as Eddie tosses his head back onto the couch and runs his hands down his face. He rubs his eyes out of frustration and gives you the meanest glare he can muster.

Which isn’t very mean for a guy who’s nickname is teddy.

“If looks could kill.” Eddie snorts and rolls his eyes. You know what he’s probably thinking. That he doesn’t deserve anything. That he’s not worth the effort or the money.

And you’re right. Eddie’s mind is full of self doubts. He doesn’t think he deserves the gifts but more importantly, he doesn’t deserve you. Someone who cares enough to want him to have a good Christmas, despite his constant criticism of the holiday.

He wants to insist you take them back and push you as far away as he possibly can. But there’s a part of him that wants to be spoiled, just this once. The part that wants to keep you all to himself and let you shower him in love.

He’s looking at you with those big, sad brown eyes and you just can’t stand it anymore.

“It’s just two things, teddy. Three if you count my promise to spend the day with you.” He huffs in your direction and you decide it’s enough of a response, shifting the topic back to your travels.

“Marty told me to tell you that if you hurt his best girls feelings, he’s gonna have to pay you a visit. So you better play nice, Munson.”

“His best girl? I might have to pay him a visit first.”

Eddie spends the remaining weeks in secrecy. He’s barely let you step foot in his trailer lately. He’s starting to run out of excuses until it’s finally Christmas day. He spent all Christmas Eve finishing up his project, adding final touches and stitches.

You’ve finished opening presents with your family and have now set up post at the telephone to wait for Eddie’s call. You’ve got his gifts wrapped in metallic black paper you were able to dig out of the bottom of a bin at the local craft store. The clerk gave you a weird look when you put it on the counter, shocked they even carried such an item. But Eddie didn’t seem like the snowflakes and Santa wrapping paper kinda guy.

You’re all kinds of nervous. It’s silly to even think such a thing but what if he hates them? You don’t want him to pretend he loves them if he doesn’t actually love them. But you’ll also be heartbroken if he seems unimpressed. And he’s been acting all weird lately so that’s not helping.

You’re chewing on your fingernails when the shrill ring of the phone startles you.

“Hello?”

“Well hello there, do tell. Were you on the nice list this year?” You can hear the smile on Eddie’s face through the speaker.

“I don’t know, I don’t think Santa checked his list twice this year. There’s no way I ended up on the nice list.” You can hear a chuckle on the other end.

“Personally, I’m dying to find out if I’m on your naughty or nice list. Why don’t you come on over and break the news in person?” You don’t have to see him to know he’s got his hand to his chest, feigning a shot through the heart. You tell him you’re on your way and rush out to your car.

Hawkins winter is anything but forgiving as you plead with the heater to kick on in your old Volkswagen. You don’t have the patience to wait for it to cooperate as you speed over to the Forest Hills trailer park. As you pull up to the Munson’s residence, Eddie is sat on the couch on the porch smoking a cigarette. He’s not even wearing a coat, just his everyday attire.

“Teddy! You’re gonna freeze to death out here!” You’re chastising him as you run up the steps, careful to keep a grip on your gifts.

“So dramatic, sunshine.” He finishes off his cigarette and stomps out the butt with his sneaker. He blows the smoke away from your face as he slings an arm over your shoulders. You let him lead you into the warmth of the trailer. You know Uncle Wayne more than likely cranked it up for you, wanting you to be comfortable even if it means a higher electric bill this month. If he was here, you’d chastise him too.

Eddie helps you take off your winter coat before you toe off your boots, leaving you in your Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer socks. As you settle onto the couch in your designated position, legs thrown over Eddie’s thighs, he makes a comment on said socks.

“Killer socks, bub.” You roll your eyes and shove your gift boxes at him.

“Shut up and open your presents, dingus.” Eddie jabs that you’ve been spending too much time with Robin as he opens the first gift.

Eddie seems to hesitate as he sees the black velvet box, immediately recognizing it as something that carries jewelry. And not just the cheap jewelry he gets from the halloween store once a year. The real shit. He sucks in a deep breath before flipping the top of the box to reveal a thick silver ring.

“Is that a-“

“A moon? Yeah, ya know cause you always call me sunshine. I figured we could match, it’s okay if you don’t want to though.” You interrupt his question with your rambling. He can tell you’re nervous but he can’t do much to settle your nerves, too busy staring at it like if he blinks it will disappear. His chest feels tight and his heart swollen. He can’t stop his eyes from watering.

He’s pondering the unintentional meaning behind him being the moon and you being the sun. Besides the obvious, he can’t help but find a parallel between the two of you and the way that the moon only shines at night because of the sun. When the two align, it’s magic.

You are the sun to his moon.

Eddie has never experienced love like this. Sure, Uncle Wayne and his friends all love him. But this is different. You’re different. This gesture which seems so small in the grand scheme of things, feels monumental to Eddie. To be loved by you is life altering.

“I can’t… I can’t accept this. It’s too much, sunshine.”

“I think it’s just enough.” Your words are reassuring but not overly so. You know if you say what you want to say, which is the fact that it’s not nearly enough, Eddie would shrink away. Just enough to remind him that you think he’s worth it. That he’s deserving.

Eddie looks up at you then. Your eyes are wide as you try to decipher what’s happening in that head of his. You’re waiting for a reaction that isn’t humble denial as he slides the ring onto his marriage finger. You try not to read too into that.

Eddie holds his hand out in front of his face, examining every groove and scuff mark. It’s imperfect but a perfect fit for him. He’ll cherish it forever.

“Thank you. Seriously. It’s beautiful.” Eddie reaches for your hand, squeezing it in his gently. He’s looking so deeply into your eyes you’re afraid he’ll be able to see your thoughts. Clearing your throat, you pull your hand from his grasp to pick up the second gift.

“You still have one more to open. And might I say, I’m quite proud of this one.” Eddie’s smile is dazzling. Finally allowing himself to become giddy. To allow his inner child to make an appearance.

He rips open the paper like it’s life or death. This time it’s just a small cardboard box. He sighs quietly in relief as his hope that whatever is inside isn’t an expensive item grows.

He tears the cardboard box completely apart, guitar picks spilling all over the floor and into his lap. You heave a sigh of Eddie’s name but can’t help the smile from growing as he rushes to the floor to pick them all up. His movement scattering the pile on his lap to the floor as he gets on all fours in front of you. He’s muttering apologies and looking up at you with those stupid brown puppy dog eyes.

Once he’s scooped them into a pile, he makes a comment about having needed more picks considering all of his are lost to the filthy, sticky floors of The Hideout. He hasn’t even looked at them up close.

“Eddie, you have to actually look at them.” He looks confused before picking one from his neat little pile on the floor. He squints his eyes as he registers what has been printed onto the little black pieces of plastic.

“Holy shit! Is that my design?” He’s grinning from ear to ear. His very own guitar picks for his very own band. He didn’t even know you could do that! He’s made his own Corroded Coffin t-shirts before but those were strictly homemade, and very obviously so.

But these. These are professional. The kind of stuff a real band has.

“I figured when Corroded Coffin gets famous, you can toss these into the crowd. Like Kirk Hammett or something.”

When. You said when, not if. Eddie feels like he could burst. You have so much faith in him that his success is a sure thing.

Eddie practically body slams you back into the couch, pressing all of his weight into you. The epitome of a golden retriever who thinks he’s a lap dog. Rambling off a thousand thank you’s into your shirt his head is buried in. You stroke your hands up and down his back, soothing his energy back to it’s normal state.

Before you can say anything, he’s yanking his body away and darting down the hall to his bedroom. You hear a crash and a curse before Eddie emerges back into the living room, gift bag in hand.

He clocks the smirk before it even forms, cutting you off before you can make some slick comment.

“Just because I’m not fond of Christmas doesn’t mean I can’t indulge. So this is for you.” He holds the very worn Christmas bag out to you with both hands. It’s got Eddie written all over it. From the chicken scratch of your name to the mismatched tissue paper to the mustache and devil horns combo he drew over the painted Santa Clause.

You hold the bag in your lap, not daring to look at it let alone open it. You know Eddie has never given a Christmas gift to anyone. Ever. But here he is, giving you one. The affection you feel in your chest is liable to kill you. Paired with the bashful look on his face and his fidgeting hands, you’re not sure you’ll make it to the new year.

“You didn’t have to…” You start to say but Eddie will have none of it.

“I know I didn’t. But I want to. So open it already, you’re giving me a heart attack over here.” There’s no hiding the nervous waver in his voice. You want to tell him not to be nervous. Eddie could gift you a pile of dirt from the front yard and you’d love it. Just because it came from him.

You slide the tissue paper out of the bag so carefully that Eddie wants to jump in and rip it out himself. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t what lies in the bottom of the bag.

You stare at the teddy bear for a moment, afraid to touch it. Swallowing a breath, you pull the bear from the bag and nearly pass out onto the floor.

The teddy bear is the exact shade of Eddie’s brown hair, the fur even holding a slight curl to match. He’s wearing a tiny version of Eddie’s signature Hellfire Club t-shirt and tiny black jeans that Eddie clearly ripped himself. He even fastened a chain to the pocket that clinks when it moves. Even more impressive is the denim vest Eddie had clearly sewn himself, on top of a leather jacket that was probably made for a baby doll.

Flipping the teddy over, your eyes feel swollen with tears as you see that Eddie hand painted an exact replica of his Dio patch onto the vest. You examine every inch of this bear, marveling in every detail Eddie put into making it look just like him. Even cutting the leather sleeves to add those little chains he crafted to fix the zipper of his life sized jacket.

What really sends you into a state of shock, is the messy stitching on the foot. In red thread, it reads ‘your teddy’.

Eddie is internally panicking at your frozen figure sat on the couch. It’s too quiet. So he fills it with his shaking voice.

“I know it’s silly but I just thought it would be kinda cool to make a mini me for you. Cause you said you wanted to carry me around with you and, like, now you totally can. Or not, if it’s too childish. It’s not the prettiest-“

“I love you.”

Eddie freezes. You’re still as a statue. You couldn’t stop the words from coming out. Your mind just screaming ‘iloveyouiloveyou’ on a loop until it breached your lips. Finally taking your gaze away from the bear to look up at Eddie.

He looks shell shocked. His face is void of color and his adams apple bobs as he swallows harshly. He’s not sure how to respond to the suddenness of your confession. His mind is begging him to say something. To tell you he loves you too. To kiss you. But for the first time in Eddie Munson’s life, he’s lost for words.

“I-I’m in love with you, Eddie. Have been for a while now but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” you set the bear gently on the couch next to you as you rise to your feet, standing almost toe to toe with the boy. “You don’t have to say it back. I’ll always be your friend and I don’t want you to feel obligated-“

Eddie slams his mouth into yours. It’s not pretty or gentle like the movies. It’s overeager, desperate and messy but it’s everything you both need. Your hands seek out his face as you hold him to you, moving your mouth against his. His nose is smashed so hard against your cheek he can’t breathe, yet he’s still pushing into your mouth harder.

His hands are gripping the fat of your hips so hard there’s sure to be Eddie shaped bruises tomorrow. God, you hope there are. You want to be marked with him. Leave no room for any doubt that you belong to one another. Two souls merged into one. No longer ‘you’ and ‘I’ but ‘we’ and ‘us’.

Eddie lets you pull your mouth away from his, chasing your lips in a desperate attempt to lure you back in. You hum against him as you peck one last kiss onto those swollen pink lips of his.

He’s close enough that he’s breathing your air. He can feel the huffs of your warm breath fanning over his face. Hair moving gently against the pressure of it. He soaks in it for a moment. Letting his eyes stay closed as he just feels.

Feels the warmth of your palm on his cheek, contrasting the chill of your cold fingertips against his temple. The give of your skin beneath his grip on your hips. The softness of your tummy and chest as it smushes against his. Your forehead mussing up his bangs.

He shifts his face just far enough so he can look at you but close enough that he can still feel you breathing. The way you look at him could have him melting into a puddle on the floor. So pretty, he thinks.

He moves one hand from your hip to rest on the side of your neck, brushing his thumb over your jaw. Eddie tilts his head down so he’s at your level. An equal.

“I love you.” Eddie drops the ‘too’. It feels flippant. Like he’s only saying it because you said it. Not because he truly feels it.

He can see you visibly relax, reassuring you that he does in fact, feel the same way. He chuckles a bit as the tension starts to dissipate. A lighter, giddier feeling in the air.

“Not sure how you didn’t notice. I mean, the only reason I even went to the record store was to stalk you.” You fake a gasp as if he had scandalized you, slapping the back of your hand against his chest gently.

“You’re telling me you had ulterior motives this whole time, Eddie Munson?”

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” You roll your eyes before leaning back in for another kiss. This one lasting longer than the short peck you gave him earlier. Just lips pressed to lips, nothing more but nothing less. You realize you never got to tell him how much you love his gift. But frankly, Eddie’s forgotten all about it.

“If it wasn’t obvious, I love my teddy. Both the mini and the life size version.” Eddie blushes, flustered at your shameless flirting mixed with a genuine appreciation for the gift he worked so hard on.

You pull Eddie back to the couch. This time not just settling your legs in his lap, but your whole body. Your knees pressed into the couch on either side of his hips. Eddie tries not to think about the fact that your ass is pressed into his thighs and if he pulled you an inch closer, he’d feel the warmth between your thighs.

He doesn’t know you’re thinking the same thing, knowing that a shift in the right direction would have his bulge pressed right into your center. But you’re also thinking about how pretty he looks and how natural it feels to be in his lap. To have his hands settled on your hips.

You file those thoughts away for later, picking up the teddy bear you abandoned earlier. You sit him in between the two of you, stroking one of his fuzzy round ears.

There’s a moment of quiet before you launch into a full college level dissertation about that damn bear. Listing every single detail you noticed and why you love it so much. Asking Eddie how he found the perfect shade bear and where he got the clothes and the paint and the tiny chains and, and, and…

Eddie wants to kiss you silly.

So he does. It starts out sudden, using the kiss as a method to shut you up before it turns soft. Pure adoration spilling from his mouth into yours and from yours to his. Tongues sliding against each other and soft breaths against cheeks. Eddie fumbles as he attempts to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, losing the suction too early, making an obnoxiously loud popping sound.

He attempts to keep your lips pressed together but your giggling is making it very hard for him. He can’t find it in him to be frustrated considering how sweet your giggles taste as they fall into his mouth.

You can barely even call it a kiss as this point. Both too busy laughing to focus on the task at hand. Eddie let’s out the tiniest snort that vibrates against your cheek and it triggers a laugh so deep in your belly that it almost feels like a cramp. Your head is tossed back, letting yourself laugh unapologetically.

It might be ugly and unattractive but Eddie has a way of making you feel comfortable like that. No fear of judgement or harsh comments.

On the contrary, Eddie thinks this is when you look most attractive. Neck straining from the weight of your head, smile so big it hurts, tears in the corners of your eyes. It’s so utterly you.

Once you’ve caught your breath, you pick your head back up to look at Eddie. Still wearing a bright smile, just softer than before.

“Merry Christmas, teddy.” You press a gentle kiss to his cheek, letting it linger for longer than you’d care to admit. You settle your face into the crook of his neck, nuzzling your nose into his soft skin. You feel his hum tickle the tip of your nose. He rubs soothing circles into your back, closing his eyes in utter bliss.

It stays like that for a little while. Both in a state of complete relaxation before Eddie finally speaks.

“I think I might like christmas.”

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[infranuz]

Hii can I get a Chishiya x reader where the reader is an artist? It can be in whatever format u like, I don't really mind. Please and thank u!

“ A PAINTING FOR YOU!! ” — chishiya x artist!reader

where chishiyas s/o is an artist who likes to take painting commissions, except this time valentine’s day is getting closer and they want to make a special gift just for chishiya.

— HIHI!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING,, I had this idea to add on to the request hopefully you don’t mind<3 but I hope it is to your liking!! ,, ps there’s most likely spelling and grammar mistakes so anything I missed, feel free to correct me 💕 also so sorry for writing this 4 days after valentines😭 ,, also,, mentions of wife and husband..

it was currently 10 pm, saturday february 11. three full days before valentine’s day, yet you were still busy finishing up your commissions instead of planning something special for your boyfriend. the thought of making something for him this year crossed your mind as you were scrolling through Instagram looking through your feed. it wasn’t a bad idea at all actually. surely chishiya would appreciate a gift.

you were a painter who made portraits and other paintings for people, chishiya admired this. he always wondered how you were so patient yet fast when handling your art. truly a unique talent, even for him to admit. you had actually tried to teach chishiya how to sketch and make a good painting, the basics. not once did it work out. he may be a fast learner but sticking to the med field instead of art would be better.

still, you always kept his painting attempts most of the time. point is, valentine’s day was approaching rather quickly and this year you wanted to use your talent to good use. it had to be something meaningful yet pretty, something he would love to admire. this was your second year as a couple celebrating the 14th together. you had thought of other things to possibly gift the half blond but chishiya was never the materialistic type so choosing something for him was rather difficult.

so that’s when the idea of a painting came in, i mean you could easily finish a canvas in three days, right? the moment you realized what you wanted to do you got up from your bed and immediately started to sketch out your idea. you only had three days to finish the painting, thank god chishiya didnt live with you, otherwise the gift would’ve been a big fail right from the start.

after about an hour of narrowing down your ideas, you went for the safer option, your favorite date spot. it was more of a rough sketch idea since you weren’t fully sure when you first started, finishing the sketch would probably take all night but you were willing to take that risk. of course you would be closing and pausing your commissions just until the 15th so you could focus on the main thing.

obviously the colors would be a pain to find so mixing and combining the ones you had at home were the safer option. greys, whites, some really pigmented and bright ones others pretty dark.. yet it was a good palette. it all looked good together when you tested it on a small scaled canvas. it was now 7 am, frebruary 12th, took all night to finish, but at least the picture itself was done.. good news!!

although the bad news on the other hand,, chishiya would be arriving at your doorstep any moment now. he would always make sure to see you before a shift of his at the hospital, which was quite early. you had to put a cover over the canvas and securely lock your art room beforehand. it was screaming suspicion but who cares, not like you killed anyone. though the idea of chishiya finding out his gift wasn’t pleasant so before he arrived you tried to look natural which wouldn’t be easy with the evident dark circles under your eyes that made it obvious you hadn’t slept an inch.

right after you walked back to the kitchen the sound of keys trying to unlock the door were heard. normally you would be happy yet sleepy of his presence right before going to work. this time you were nervous and still sleepy, he figures things out way too quickly specially when you act suspicious, he can read a person too well. you heard him go upstairs, thankfully not where your art room is at. confused you waited for him to come back downstairs, “there you are, I thought you were still be in bed” chishiya made his way to the counter. on sundays you stayed in bed until he arrived and woke you up to eat breakfast.

“I woke up a tad bit earlier today” you turned to him with two mugs filled with hot water. “morning chishi” you smiled at him trying to shake off the nervousness. he looked up at you and his eyes immediately landed on the dark circles right beneath yours. “did you not sleep well?” he frowned. “ah, this? I was finishing up some commissions last night that I completely forgot to sleep haha..” he raised a brow at you with clear confusion, but questioned no further.

to anyone, you staying up finishing any art project of yours would be normal, to him it’s was very,, weird. chishiya knew you all too well, you would never and when I say never it’s because clearly, never have you stayed all up all night trying to finish a canvas. still he didn’t mention a single word of this, “you should’ve told me, you could be sleeping right now instead of having breakfast with me” it was your time to frown, “but I wouldn’t have seen you today, anyway it doesn’t bother me I purely run on coffee” you said proudly.

“you’re stupid” he sighted, though truth is he was glad he got to see you before work, long hours at the hospital were exhausting specially when he didn’t get to see you all day. he would never admit to that though. “make sure to sleep after, it’s not healthy not getting any sleep, you could get sick” there he goes again scolding you about your health, it’s almost as if he was your husband and you his wife. “i know, i know, don’t worry i will” you weren’t..

he left soon after you packed his lunch, which was rather silly. everytime you thought about it, it would be almost as if you were a married couple. with a quick kiss and hug he exited your house and walked to his destination.

right after he left you grabbed your keys and unlocked your art room again ready to continue. he would scold you later when he finds out you went straight to your project rather than sleeping. but that would be a worry for later. sadly he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow when he finished his shift.. at least it would give you more time to work rather than having to hide your painting.

at some point you decided to stop and actually take a small nap, anyway you were half done and it was 1 am, february 13th. once again you put a cover over the canvas and locked the door before walking up to your room and finally sleeping. yet that didn’t exactly do much for your eye bags.

“you didn’t sleep again?” he sounded tired and sleepy the very next morning he arrived from the hospital “you haven’t slept either chishi” whenever he arrived at your doorstep tired from his long hour shifts you would grow worried for his health. “let’s get you to bed” you grabbed his hand as he followed. it was a pretty normal routine by now. he would sleep at your house while you either stayed right beside him or went out to buy groceries. this time you would have to go back down and finally finish the project. which was very risky considering he was there.

he immediately knocked out after he felt himself laying down, you giggled at his sight as you went back downstairs. you made sure to lock your art room before starting so he wouldn’t accidentally walk in on you making his gift. after many hours later the painting was finally done and you could get a good rest right next to your boyfriend.

finally the 14th of february arrived, you were excited to show him his present that you worked hard on. hoping that he would like it even more, you took him to the exact same spot that was painted into the canvas. a picnic date to be exact. you were both clearly still in need of sleep but that business would be for later after your date.

he had a bag and some flowers in hand when he arrived, he was wearing the white hoodie you got him last year with a white shirt underneath and sweatpants.. typical of him. the canvas was right beside the basket of food you brought but that would be opened after you were done eating.

some small typical talk later you both finished your food “thankfully you had today off, you seriously needed a break” you were picking up and trashing the items you no longer used. now, it was the time for gifts , much to his dismay. chishiya was never good with words so he always just handed you your gift straightforward “here” he grabbed the bag by his side and gave it to you. it was a necklace with both of your initials although the s stood out more.

you let out a grin “thank you shuntaro”, surprisingly he didn’t buy you a ring, (he was about to).. actually even more surprising, he got you jewelry. you asked him to clip the necklace from behind your neck. it was a pretty necklace needless to say. he also handed you a letter but he advised you to open it later when he wasn’t in your presence anymore.

now it was your turn to give him his gift. you let out a deep breath and grabbed the boxed canvas behind you. “i wanted to gift you something special this year, so hopefully you like this” you hand him the painting.

he slowly unwraps the tie and opens the box, for a second you see his eyes widen as he stares at the content inside, slowly they soften and he smirks “so this is what you were hiding” you look up at him shocked “YOU KNEW?!?” you couldn’t believe such a moment was ruined by him telling you he already knew.

“it was pretty obvious dumbass” you sighted in defeat “at least you didn’t know what the painting contained..” you smiled softly “do you like it?” you looked up at him, his eyes to be exact. he only hums and smiles at your words, you feel all the nervousness lift from your shoulders.

you launched yourself at him with joy as he falls back on the grass. his hands travel to your waist as he hugs you. truth to be told you loved these moments were chishiya showed just how much he actually enjoys being with you without him having to actually say it.

your hands land on both of his cheeks, a small kiss to his forehead. “i’m glad you liked it, let’s have more years together okay?” you smile at him. chishiya could only chuckle at your words yet agree, he looked forward to spending many more years to come with you and truly, only you.

#asalamis #aib chishiya #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya fluff #chishiya imagine

[marypaol]

My Hurting Heart

Aang x Fem!Reader

Summary: Before the team faces the Fire Lord before the eclipse, Reader sees Katara and Aang kiss.

Warnings: Self doubt, negative mindset, loads of angst, crying, kissing, mention of war, mention of loosing someone, mention of death, I think that’s all :)

Note: This is new!! I normally write for Draco, but I had to write this story I came up with because I love the show.

Reader is nicknamed “Flower” so no use of Y/N

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Katara’s hair was in her face. Now, it wasn’t something that the girl didn’t necessarily dislike; it smelled like salt water and her father’s leather uniform from carrying him earlier, but the way it tickled her nose was something she didn’t exactly enjoy. On the contrary, she did kinda like the fact that Aang’s nose was brushing the skin of her shoulder, his breathing fanning her neck as the team embraced for what they feared would be the last time.

Doubt crowded their hearts and minds, the hands of anticipation squeezed their throats until they couldn’t breathe.

Who knows what would happen after they broke apart. Would Sokka’s invention idea suddenly go downhill? Would Katara get hurt on Appa, and would be unable to water bend? Or wound Toph get stuck in a bunch of rocks she couldn’t control? Or worse, the girl thought, would she loose Aang?

The last thought lingered as so did their touch as the group separated.

Hakoda emerged from the submarine, his hair breezing at his cheeks.

He announced everyone back in, and the group followed his orders, the girl thinking Aang and Katara followed them.

She thought she heard their soft footsteps, or rough feet of Katara running to ride Appa. Or the snap of Aang’s glider as he prepared to go the Fire Lord.

But sometimes even her mind played tricks on her, and the things she thought she heard didn’t occur.

None of them did.

“Hey, flower, go check on Katara, she needs to fly on Appa in order for us to move on.”

Sokka’s voice rang in her ears, her stomach twisting as she realized her friend wasn’t on the armed bison yet. Her feet hurt as she climbed the ladder to the hole, the sun almost blinding her as the darkness of the submarine flooded with light.

Her lips parted after her tongue escaped to lick them, vocal cords ready to call out Katara’s name.

Instead her mouth was opened more in surprise, doubt swarming her stomach, thick and hot.

She disturbed them just in time to see the back of Aang’s head close to Katara’s, a soft gasp escaping her when his lips pressed to hers.

He pulled back, hands going to his glider as it snapped open, the blue flags of fabric spreading out. The noise echoed in the girl’s ears as the boy took off, the air and him becoming one.

At that very moment, the girl couldn’t think of anything else as she watched Katara look off into the distance of the sky, most likely with flushed cheeks after the previous events.

The girl’s chest suddenly hurt with a sharp pain. No, not her chest, she thought, hand going up to squeeze the fabric of her shirt, her heart.

Her heart hurt. And she knew why.

She cleared her throat, her friend whipping around, expression flustered but cheeks back to normal color.

“Sokka told me to tell you to get going if we wanna move on.”

The girl’s voice hasn’t sounded any worse. Her throat was cloudy, imaginary hands gripping her vocal cords. What was heard was a soft hurting voice, almost inaudible.

But Katara heard it well and clear, her head nodding as her mind quickly focused on something else.

“Right, don’t worry I got it.” She said, running towards Appa.

The girl wasn’t so lucky, the picture of the two repeatedly playing in her mind.

She nodded back even though Katara was long gone, head dipping into the submarine as the cap closed loudly behind her.

She saw Sokka flinch from the noise. “Flower, why’d you let it slam!?”

He might of said something else but she didn’t get to hear it, hot tears not only clouding her vision but all her senses.

She didn’t know where to go so she went to where the water benders would be steering the submarines, since there wasn’t anyone in there at the moment.

There she curled up in the tightest ball she could, feeling like a child crying after their mom yelled at them.

She did feel yelled at, like the world finally yelled the fact that Aang would never love a girl like her. She was the alive and breathing opposite of Katara.

How could he like her? When she thought about herself she couldn’t think of one thing she liked. One thing Aang would like.

Because when he looked at her he just saw the girl who couldn’t bend anything, the girl who just was good at plans but most of the time they went with Sokka’s anyway.

Why was she even trying at that point. Trying to thrive in the group was hard enough, and trying for the Avatar to like her was like trying to get a pig to fly. Impossible.

So the girl stayed there, and later found a secret cabinet in the ship that she hid in while the water benders did their thing.

The tears were still flowing endlessly, her sobs only letting out when there was a loud noise to cover it up.

She couldn’t feel anymore alone.

Katara didn’t care about her.

She cared about showing the power of women and the Avatar saving the world.

Sokka didn’t care about her.

He cared about Suki and his sister.

Toph didn’t care about her.

She had other things to worry about, like her parents and her previous royal life.

And especially Aang. He didn’t love or care about her.

He loved Katara, and cared more about the water bender more than he could ever care about the girl crying in the submarine instead of fighting the Fire Nation.

He wanted someone who was brave and tough, someone Katara was and she wasn’t.

She sniffed loudly, and thankfully the water benders didn’t hear her but a small part of her wished they did.

At least then someone would show a speck of care she thrived for.

She wanted someone to care, to love her, but Aang wasn’t that person as she hoped he would be.

“Flower I feel you under there.”

She gasped at the voice, knowing all too well that it was Toph because of her feet being her eyes.

“Go away; aren’t you supposed to be helping the earth benders?”

Worry gripped the girl for a moment, scared that Toph and the team somehow failed and she came to tell her that the Avatar is dead for good this time.

Toph chuckled, sensing the girl’s worry with just her feet.

“Yeah, but I noticed you were gone…. Well Sokka did because I can’t see you. But I wanted to look for you.”

The girl wiped her eyes, thanking God that Toph couldn’t see her tears. And praying that she couldn’t sense them.

“There’s no use getting me- I’m no help to the team anyway.”

Toph blinked, seeming to be looking off into space but the girl knew she was listening.

“Yeah you are, flower, without you Twinkle Toes would still be a nervous wreck.”

The girl thought back when she assured Aang that he was ready for the Fire Lord, despite his nightmares saying otherwise. What she told him was true, every word about him being strong and brave and all the other things she told him.

“Katara would’ve said those things too.”

Toph shook her head, hair strands moving in front of her face.

“Not as good as you did.”

The simple sentence reassured her for a moment, but that didn’t change the fact that Aang didn’t feel the same way.

“Doesn’t matter!” She suddenly exclaimed. “Aang kissed Katara before he left so that means that he loves her, not me, so if anything I am useless and stupid because if he doesn’t love me than I don’t know what I am. What am I, Toph? I’m a nobody without him. Without him, I feel empty, and stupid, and lonely, and unhelpful and unloved, and-“

She was babbling on so much she didn’t notice the tears blurring her vision once again, her cheeks soaked from the liquid of doubt.

Toph reached out for the girl, grabbing her hands and held her once she found out where she was.

Toph shushed her sobs, rubbing her back as she placed her feet on the ground, so she could sense that if anyone was coming.

“It’s okay, Flower. Twinkle Toes will realize what he lost.”

The never ending tears soaked the earth bender’s clothes, but neither of them cared.

“He’ll never even notice. I was never his.” The girl whispered.

“Not true.” Toph said instantly. “And if his stupid brain doesn’t realize it I’ll make him.”

The girl let out a very small smile into her friend’s clothes.

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[hopelessromantic423]

Where or When

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky were best friends, until the day you up and left. Over the course of one meal, all is forgiven and new relationships are formed.

Warning: Angst. Some happy ending fluff. Pet name: sweetheart. Two stinky bad words. Love confessions. If there are any flaws, let a girl know.

*Based off the song where or when from the When Harry Met Sally soundtrack*

The clinking of glasses and silverware hitting nice white plates filled the room with generic jazz music covering the majority of the overhead speakers. The light was dim enough to see the table and the person across from you. Crisp white linens brushed against the knees of diners as they talked and ate.

You and Bucky sat at a booth near the corner of the restaurant, just looking at each other not sure who should start talking first. It felt like deja vu. You had sat in this exact seat in the same spot before. You even had on the same black skirt you had worn time and time again and Bucky had his favorite brown boots on because they never left him.

To Bucky, it felt like the first time the two of you were sitting together, though you've sat across from each other hundreds of times. It was strange, yet exciting. The two of you were together. That's what he wanted for the past year, and so did you.

“Um… it’s great to see you. You look absolutely beautiful (Y/N),” Bucky muttered nervously. His eyes were full of care and concern like if he made one bad move you would walk away again.

“Thanks Buck, I really am glad you asked me to dinner.” You fiddled with the napkin in your lap while looking across at him.

You and Bucky were best friends. Keyword were. Once you started dating his childhood best friend Steve, things got weird. You and Bucky still had this amazing chemistry but jealousy ruined every inch of it. You realized after a few months, you weren’t in love with Steve at all. You were just finding the closest version to Bucky Barnes you could reach. By the time your realization came to fruition, Bucky was deeply in love with Sharon Carter, at least that’s what it looked like.

“So, what’s living in Manhattan like?”

You sighed thinking of how lonely your new apartment was. The air wasn’t as crisp as you would hope and the colors of the wall were dull, no matter how many photos and art you hung up. It was like the color was completely missing from your life.

“It’s nice,” you lied right out of your ass. You knew Bucky could tell. “The neighborhoods are trendy and my apartment is only a few blocks from my office. It’s.. quiet.”

You took a sip of your drink as you watched Bucky’s thoughts wind in his brain. That’s one thing you love about him, his facial expressions can tell you a lot about his thoughts.

“Are you still at the compound?” The bustling noises from the restaurant had now quieted down, making conversation much more awkward.

“No,” Bucky shook his head, more relieved you picked up the conversation. “I’m in a small apartment in Brooklyn. It’s nice, I feel like a real citizen,” he chuckled. The little lines that formed at the outer rims of his eyes showed as he smiled, highlighting his deep blue eyes the way you pictured them in your mind for the last year.

“The team misses you every day. Well, I miss you most of all,” Bucky tried to cover up his confession, looking at you timidly. “Steve can’t seem to work the comms system as much as you could,” he muttered with a soft smile.

“James, you know I can’t go back there.”

“But you can,” Bucky contradicted in a breathy tone, his hands resting on the table towards you. “Stark said he’d give nothing to have you back.”

“Is this really about the team wanting me back, or is this about us?” Your tone was sharp but there was a tinge of sadness in your words. You bit on your bottom lip trying to gather your emotions while carefully watching the man you missed so much across from you.

Bucky took a second to himself, pulling his hands into his lap. The little line you always found intriguing formed in between his eyebrows as he found the words to say.

“Why did you leave?” Bucky’s voice was soft as he spoke, timid hoping he didn’t just ruin everything.

“I couldn’t watch you love someone that wasn’t me. You looked happy Buck, so damn happy. I couldn’t ruin anything.”

“You didn’t have to leave without saying goodbye?!” Bucky’s gloved hand was balled into a fist as it sat on the table. His voice was full of hurt and desperation was clear in his eyes. He let out a shaky breath while averting his eyes.

“I couldn’t have left if I did,” you squeaked, trying your best to hold down the tears rising in your system.

“I’ve loved you since the moment I met you (Y/N). That’s why I didn’t kiss you that night at New Year's or how I told Steve he could take you on a date because I didn’t want to lose you. I love you so much it hurts.”

You had always hoped Bucky loved you like that. You dreamed of it during the day and at night when you fell asleep. You had been making up this exact scenario in your brain for a whole year, why now are you so shocked all you could do was sit there with a slack jaw?

“I have to go,” you mumbled staring at Bucky in pure shock while grabbing your bag and eyeing the exit door of the restaurant. You did what you did best which is to run in hard scenarios.

It was pouring rain as you stepped outside, trying to catch your breath as tears streaked down your cheeks. You didn’t know what to do. How could you have let something so good out of your life? How could someone still love you even after you abandoned them? Maybe you weren’t riddled with shock but with guilt.

"I wish you had stayed," Bucky yelled in a last-ditch effort. His short brunette hair flattened by the second as more rain drenched him.

"I wish I had too," you called back, the rain now completely soaking every inch of your hair and clothing. Your tears mixed right in with the freshwater.

Bucky met you where you were, wrapping you in his arms as you cried. “It’s okay (Y/N),” he whispered into your hair, simultaneously placing kisses on the top of your head. Finally, you peered up at the man you’ve loved since you met him with a timid smile.

“Please sweetheart, just come back,” he said sweetly while placing a hand on your cheek. “You can stay with me in Brooklyn, we’ll get that cat you always dreamed about.”

“We can be happy (Y/N). For once, let yourself be happy.”

Ironic that Bucky Barnes was telling you to be happy. He deserved every inch of happiness the world could give him. The both of you could be happy, really happy.

“I love you too James,” you blurted over the pouring rain. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.”

The two of you couldn’t help but laugh as you realized your situation. Love confession in the rain, it was right out of one of the romance movies you forced him to watch at your apartment every month.

Your lips met like two puzzle pieces fitting together. His strong arms pulled you flush to him as he deepened the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders. It was everything you dreamed of and more. You and Bucky were finally going to be happy.

You pulled away abruptly which took Bucky out of his trance and into a confused expression.“Did you ever pay the bill?”

“That can wait sweetheart, I want to enjoy this a little while longer,” Bucky chuckled pulling you back into a kiss.

#bucky barnes angst #reader x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fluff #bucky oneshot #bucky imagine #bucky fic #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #bucky angst #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x female reader

[bunnybubae]

(M) A night at the mall | JJK

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: F2L - Smut/Fluff

Warnings: Fingering - Handjob - Oral (Male receiving) - Dirty talk

Summary: Your best friend Jungkook works as a security guard at the mall and everything takes an interesting twist when you go to visit him during his shift on a friday night.

Word Count: 8,684

Author Note: Hello there, I hope you enjoy this new fic. I've been working on it for over a month. It's been a long time since I wrote something, also, I'm sorry if there are some grammatical mistakes, english isn't my first language so, let me know if there is something to fix :) - Joy 🐰

You're not able to tell when you first started to fall for your best friend, Jungkook. Growing up together you thought it was pretty normal to be fond of him, to like every part of his persona unconditionally and to feel a slight jealousy whenever he brought a new girlfriend along. It was normal to feel like this, right? Well, you probably realized it wasn't when you started to fantasize about kissing his under lip mole, the one you always said it was a little choco crumb, making him casually swipe his thumb over his lip every time, sweetly exasperated as soon as he realized he had fallen for this silly joke yet again.

It was difficult to hide these kind of feelings when you spent most of the time together. He was always there for you when you needed him the most, like that time he broke a weird drunken dude's nose who was yelling inappropriate things to you, or that time when your tiny frame found shelter in his arms, engulfing you tightly, right after your latter ex broke your heart into pieces. You almost gave into the feeling that time, wondering if you ever made him feel the same fondness and protection. Perhaps you are too tiny to fight a drunkard for him, your arms are also too small to keep his broken big heart in one piece, like he did that time, but you know you would give everything just to make him happy.

It's something different from other friendships you have, the one with him has never been a demanding/forced type of relationship, everything came naturally and maybe this was part of the reason, you wondered from time to time if Jungkook was aware of the growing feelings you were having for him.    

It's friday night, you always find a party to go at with your friends and tonight is no different, Tae and Jimin were so excited when they found out there would have been a massive fluo themed party tonight at a well known club, jabbering about it for days on your group chat. Unfortunately, the only person you really wanted to be there was him, Jungkook, who unfortunately had to work his night shift as a security guard at the mall, and this was enough to crumble your will to attend the party.

You planned to make an excuse but apparently Jimin didn't believe you were going to work on a project, on a friday night, when you don't even have any imminent project to deliver. So the boys insisted, dragging you with them at the entrance of the club and convincing you to help them draw something on their skin. You had to admit it, you found it rather amusing to draw fluo hearts, stars and all sort of nonsense shape on your friends arms and shoulders while waiting to enter. It was fun until Hoseok decided to steal the color from your hands to draw a J on your right cheek and a K on the other. 

"Hobi!"

He knew, he surely realized even before that you liked Jungkook in a deeper way. The lack of will towards partying, especially tonight that he wasn't here, only gave Hoseok further proof. 

You roll your eyes as everyone chuckles at the scene.

"Better than the dick you've drawn on Jimin's shoulder!"

Tae pointed out, amused by your look.

Everyone bursts out laughing as Jimin tries to catch the incriminating shape behind his shoulder as fast as the No fucking way he shouted.

Hobi took out his phone, "Let me send this to Jungkook, he'll be happy" and snapped a picture of your pouty face, in a way that showed very well his work of art, as he defined it.

Your phone buzzed, letting you know he sent the pic in the group chat. The buzz followed by another shortly after. Jungkook was fast. 

JK: Cutie~ Since my name is written on them, I suppose they are mine now.

Followed by a pile of mischievous emoji. You were grinning at your screen as the conversation continued.

Hobi: And you gotta see the true masterpiece!"

A picture of the infamous fluo dick you've drawn on Jimin's shoulder pops on your screen.

The teary emoji Jungkook sent made you and Hobi giggle.

JK: Uhm, 6/10 for Jimin's shoulder dick, 8/10 for my name on Y/N's cheeks.

Y/N: I can understand the 6/10, since I doubt you like dicks, but only 8/10? What a stingy bum.

JK: It could have been a 10/10 if only I was there to squish them good so, 8 it is, whiny bum.

Your fingers started typing, messing with him was always your favorite thing to do. 

Y/N: You can't really leave earlier tonight?

You raised your eyes from the screen just to catch Tae looking at you, amusement in his eyes as a smirk forms on his lips.

"You couldn't make it more obvious Y/N."

You didn't even realize you were smiling in the first place, too focused on your phone.

"Shut up Tae-" You pushed him a little and he chuckled, the phone vibrating cuts whatever you were planning to say.

JK: Nope, I guess I'll throw a party here. Me, mannequins and the trees in the big hallway are going to have fun as well, you'll see. 

As soon as you've read the message, the waiting line moved, it was your group's turn to enter so you hastily shoved your phone back into your purse, sighing a little.

The atmosphere was wild, the place was filled with the smell of sweet smoke and a tinge of sweat, music was pumping through big speakers as bubbles floated into the air and laser lights were caressing every silhouette, making fluo colored abstract figures to pop out, moving to the rhythm. It was something past 2am, Tae e Jimin where languidly dancing with some girls around the dance floor, while Yoongi, Jin and Namjoon where at the table, chatting around with a group of girls and drinking whatever they were having. The party was indeed amazing, everyone was having fun, but you really wished Jungkook was there too.

The amount of alcohol in everybody's system is moderate by now, you could tell by the dizziness you feel as the drink you have in your hand slides down your throat.

Fishing your phone from your purse, you realized you didn't answer the last message Jungkook sent in the group chat, finding a couple of messages instead.

Jin: Are you having fun at your party, Jk?

Followed by random pictures of the club, the cocktails, the dance floor, anything that could help him feel a little less alone.

Jungkook responded with a picture of himself, in the middle of a bunch of mannequins.

JK: They're too quiet. Boring.

As you open the photo you notice one of the mannequins had a J and a K on each cheek, while the others have flowers, hearts and tiny dicks scattered everywhere, just like the boys.

You've burst out laughing at the realization. He wanted a mannequin to resemble you somehow, that was very sweet. The last message was from Jin, only a few minutes before. 

Jin: I almost thought that mannequin was indeed Y/N! She is not even moving tonight!

You've snorted at that as you started to type your answer to join the conversation.

Y/N: Not true, I'm drinking a lot so technically I am moving.

Jin: Smart girl, but seriously. Jk, why don't we exchange mannequins?

You froze on the spot, your gaze snaps up, searching for Jin in the distant table. He was looking at you already, laughing smugly with his phone at hand and his drink in the other.

You cursed at him before your attention was demanded by you buzzing phone.

JK: Man, gladly.

You smiled when you realized Jin actually helped you, purposely. Perhaps he noticed you weren't having as much fun as the others, you didn't even want to come to this party in the first place so, this was the perfect excuse to leave, thank you Jin.

You looked at him again, he sipped his drink. Cheering his glass to you in a slight motion of his arm, you understood, he knew as well. Perfect.

Lately it seemed too obvious for everyone that you had feelings for Jungkook, what if it was obvious for him too and things started to become awkward? Or worse, what if he noticed and started to put distance between you? The thought was creeping into your mind.

You resumed your phone, trying to shoo the bad thoughts away.

Y/N: Do I have a word in this? 

Jin: Nope. I already called you a cab.

Y/N: Good because I actually have nothing to complain. 

This was definitely the alcohol making you this brave, but who cares at this point? This is what you really wanted, even if you didn't want to make it too obvious a few hours ago, Jungkook is still your best friend, everyone knows that. You are going to save your best friend from a lonely situation. Right? Right.

That was what you repeated to yourself, waving goodbyes to the others as you headed outside to catch your cab.

Your phone vibrated again in your hands, when you checked you realized Jungkook texted you privately.

JK:  I'll wait for you at the usual emergency door. Do you think Jin was serious about wanting this mannequin?

You laughed at your screen. 

This was your best friend and it wasn't the first time you passed by to say hi or to spend the lunch break with him, even if now it was the first time you were going to spend the whole shift with him, at night, there was no difference. Right?

As soon as you arrived, you approached the familiar glass door and you noticed a dim torchlight at the other side, letting you know Jungkook was already there waiting for your arrival.

The door flung open within seconds when he spotted your cab leaving, and you were greeted by that handsome man that was your best friend and "secret" crush. His working outfit seemed sexier right now, making you feel heat in your face, both for the alcohol and all the inappropriate thoughts that crossed your mind. 

Your eyes met his sweet smile and god, how can someone be hot as hell and soft as a cloud at the damn same time.

"Hey you," Jungkook wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you a little "Let's go inside, it's freezing here."

His scent filled your nostrils as you gave into his arms, nodding before you broke the embrace to follow his lead.

The mall was quiet, even a pinch scary if you had to be honest, the only audible thing from time to time was the squeaky sound of your shoes stepping on the polished floor as you walked by his side.

"So, I have to check if all the security cameras are working fine,"

Jungkook speaks casually, breaking the silence as he stoped his feet to turn to you.

"After that I have an idea but I need you to do as I say."

His tone was serious but not in a bad way, it sounded more teasing.

Your eyes widened a little as curiosity took over.

"I'm listening,"

"So, I'll give you 10 minutes to take everything you can before I set the security system on again,"

"What?" Pure shock painted your expression now, the proposition was hard to register.

"You heard me just right."

He chuckled maliciously with a smug grin.

"10 minutes, take whatever you think might be amusing for us, we'll put everything in place before the cleaning company comes, deal?"

"Fuck yes!"

You couldn't hide your excitement, this was the first time you've ever did something like this, starting by the fact that you're alone with Jungkook at night, at the mall, during his shift, and he just gave you permission to take whatever crossed your mind, just to have some fun together. Basically, this was a dream come true.

"You have to be quick, I'll call you and give you the Ok when I'm done with the cameras and the system is  off, alright? 10 minutes," Jungkook explains like a mastermind would do with their subordinate.

"Alright, got it." You nodded with excitement.

10 minutes is a lot of time usually, but it might be difficult now that you have to run up and down the mall to bring as much as you could.

"After all that, wait for me at the restaurant's floor, that one is pretty much an open space and doesn't have as much shops." 

Jungkook left after that to head over the security office, his phone call arrived as soon as he reached his spot. After a while he informed you that everything was checked and that he was about to shut off all the allarms. The mall was big and full of shops, most of them had open entry ways with infrared security system, this made your mission easier, in a way. 

"Ready?"

His voice was distorted by the device, but you could tell he was amused as much as you by his tone.

"I was born ready!"

And with that, Jungkook shouted a GO, letting your legs run as fast as they could, to every direction you carefully decided beforehand.

Even if you were a little dubious about the amount of time and the vastness of the place, you knew the mall pretty well, knowing perfectly where to go to get what you had in mind.

You smartly grabbed a little cart on the way, making easier for you to bring all the things you took. The 10 minutes given passed and you were waiting for Jungkook right in front of one of the closed restaurants, as he had told you.

You waited patiently, contemplating all the stuff you were able to bring as you regained your breath with a satisfied smile on your face.

"I have to admit it, watching you run like a crazy on the screens made my night!"

Jungkook walked towards you, chuckling lightly as he approached.

"And you didn't even see what I got for you!"

You smiled wickedly, grabbing the handle of your packed cart to rummage onto it.

"Oh I saw, and I want the red one, green isn't really my color, you know,"

He referred to the two wigs he saw you take with the security cameras.

"Alright, but now I have a challenge for you,"

Jungkook was fixing his red wig when he curiously looked at you.

You laughed at the scene, he resembled a clown, minus the red nose and a beautiful clean face, instead of an ugly white scary face.

You fixed your green wig, explaining your plan.

"We'll race through the whole floor with roller-skates,"

Jungkook listened carefully, his eyes wandered a little, scanning the surroundings.

"We'll start and end here."

You said enthusiastic, fishing the two pairs of roller-skates from the cart.

"I'm in!"

He declared, clearly amused by the spark of competition he saw in your eyes.

You two began to put the roller-skates at your feet, making sure they were well fastened.

"What's the price?" He asked, sliding his feet to check the smoothness of his pair.

"If you win, I'll bring your lunch at work for a month,"

"Too easy for you to decide my own reward, besides, that's something you already do most of the times."

He was right, you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms on your chest.

"Alright, what do you want me to do then?"

He giggled but it sounded slightly evil. You realized your question sounded ambiguous, but before you could add anything else he spoke again. 

"I'll tell you as soon as I win."

His head tilted a little, his daring grin not so concealed, you stiffened at the myriad of assumptions rushing in your head, wondering what was crossing his mind right now.

His proximity and attitude put you to test, mixed with the mystery laced onto his sentence, it was difficult to think straight.

He was studying your features, satisfied as he noticed he had managed to tease you.

You cleared your throat, trying to put you curiosity aside.

"Guess I'll never know, because I'm gonna win and you'll know only then what I want from you."

You couldn't believe the words that slipped from your mouth, but somehow you managed to keep a calm stance, almost confident.

"So you want something from me, interesting,"

Jungkook was clearly amused, his brow arched as high as possible. He was so hot right now, confident and competitive as per usual, but something in his words sounded almost inviting, you bit on your lip as to punish yourself for what you said.

His lips were pressed as he smiled smugly and that little choco mole was practically calling your name.

"You have something on your lips!"

And as soon as he brought a finger to his mouth to check, you swished away, sliding down the aisle, Jungkook screamed something about fairness, following you immediately after. You could sense him slid off, right behind you. 

The echoes of your laughter could be heard all over the place, Jungkook was yelling something about the usual joke you make, and you yelled back that it was only his fault if he kept falling for it.

Sliding past the shops, you arrived at the tight right curve a little too fast, causing you to go wider than you wanted. The maneuver gave Jungkook the advantage to surpass and take the lead of the competition.

He went past, looking at you with a winning grin plastered on his face.

"You rushed and crashed, baby" He shouted.

You snorted, trying to keep up as got back on track, the pet name gave you the right boost to slide a little faster to diminish the gap.

He used this kind of pet names with you to tease you, and you knew that pretty well. Most of the times it worked, but this time you had to win and focused only on that. Jungkook could see your approaching reflection on the big shops windows as he took fast glimpses, the arriving point was only a corner away and he had to keep this pace if he wanted to win.

He was only a few meters away when he visibly adjusted his pace after the last turn, now the two of you were side by side. The straight aisle was now the only piece of track left to decide the winner. 

"CHOCO CRUUUUUUMB!"

Jungkook suddenly shouted, your eyes widened at his sudden scream. Concentration lost as the scream startled you a little, enough to slacken your pace and let him win.

"That's not fair!"

You whined out of breath while Jungkook was laughing like a crazy, dancing whatever winning dance he improvised for the occasion. 

"If you wound with the choco crumb you perish by the choco crumb- or something like that!"

He breathed out, sliding around you all satisfied and gleeful.

You were the one who started this, taking advantage at the beginning, so you kinda deserved it.

"Ok, fine, you won this race but not the championship!"

You affirmed breathless, smiling a little at how smug he looked.

"You still have my name written on your face, I won from the moment you came here."

He was smirking at this, your hands unconsciously cup your cheeks, feeling the dry paint with your fingers, you remembered that you had a J and a K still on your face, for this whole time.

"We're not done yet, I still have a ton of things inside my cart," You said, a tone of challenge laced in your voice.

"Yes? Good, the night is still young."

Tonight has been the best night you spent since ever, no party was slightly comparable.

Everything you wanted was there, the weight of your unspoken feelings never left your heart, it only became heavier at every fleeting gaze, at every laugh. As you played hide and seek this time, you had a moment to think while searching for Jungkook. 

Thinking about all the moments shared tonight, you had finally realized how much you liked him, in every possible sense. The race with roller-skates, the moment you tried horrible sunglasses and took pictures together, the moment you dressed up as a man and Jungkook put a wide skirt on his working pants, and his ridiculous attempt to be alluring with you. All the laughter tonight were part of the realization that struck into your heart. You loved this man so much and you feared to confess with every cell of your body. The possibility of rejection and to lose him, even as a friend, made you sick in your stomach. As you wandered around to find Jungkook, you noticed his red wig on the floor, at the entrance of a shop. You walked slowly, trying to make no sound as you scanned the inside. There were all kind of hiking and camping material and you thought it was too easy to find him right were you found his wig. You were about to leave the shop when you heard a barely audible scratch noise, it was brief but you were sure you heard it. You spun on your feet, slowly approaching the tent you believed the sound came from. You smiled maliciously, tasting already the victory.

"FOUND YOU!"

You shouted opening the cloth entrance in a fast movement but nothing was there. 

Confused, you got up, you hadn't had the time to spin around when strong arms were wrapped around you from behind.

"YOU THOUGHT!"

Your body was pressed against Jungkook's firm chest, who lifted you a little from the ground in a playful way. You screamed a little in surprise.

You both started laughing and when he allowed your feet to stay on the floor once again, you finally spun around, facing him. Your gaze locked with his for a moment, laughter fading away as your eyes tried to read each other. There was something behind his usual teasing mannerism, you could see it.You noticed the slow change in his gaze for the whole night, with time it became different. His gaze seemed dark and raw before you, as your bodies were pressed together.

You were still locked between his arms, his warm breath caressing your face was enough to light a flame in the pit of your belly. Neither of you seemed to want to separate. The shift of atmosphere was sudden somehow, and you felt dizzy by the amount of emotions rushing through your body. You wanted to melt right then and there and when you noticed his eyes trail down to your lips, your tongue swiped at them unconsciously. Jungkook exhaled at the motion, as if he was struggling.

Your hands grabbed the back of his shirt, latching at the fabric in hope to keep him right there, scared he might pull off. 

Part of you was scared but you couldn't ignore the sensation his body and eyes were giving you. There was some kind on connection, some kind of conversation going on within your bodies.

"Jungkook,"

Your voice was slightly trembling, his name left your lips but you were not trying to break the moment, instead it sounded more like a subtle request.

A few seconds later he crushed your lips to his, tightening the embrace a little more. His arms caged you as he molded his lips with yours. Your body stiffened a little at first, you didn't expect to meet his soft lips even if you craved them, your hands were grasping the material of his shirt, pulling his body into you.

His chest was pressed with yours, a rush of heat washing over you but before you could deepen the kiss, his lips were gone, a ghost of the moment lingering at their place.

The warm feeling you were engulfed by, ended in a matter of seconds as Jungkook abruptly broke the embrace, taking a step back from you, like you stung him or something, he seemed startled by his own previous action.

"I'm- Y/N, I... I'm sorry."

Jungkook mumbled, voice low and harsh with tangible fear, his eyes were now filled with something you've never seen.

You watched speechless, lost in the brief kiss he gave you, as you tried to print every sensation on your mind. 

The tingle on your lips was already vanishing away, while the crave for more was taking its place.

The air around you was thicker, something about the way he was looking at you was luring you closer. You found yourself tentatively approaching, your soft hand moved by its own to cup his cheek as your thumb traced over your favorite little mole. The moment you shared gave you enough courage to deal with your feelings, what you felt was brief but addicting and you felt the urge to know, you needed to know if everything was now ruined for him, it would be easier for you to cope with a rejection if you talked it out, that's what you thought. 

His lips parted as your thumb grazed a little below.

"I am not."

The softness of your voice didn't match the implied confession. Your eyes caught the effect of your words on his features. He exhaled as if he had been holding his breath for this whole time, like your words lifted a weight from his chest. 

You budged forward, confidence was moving your limbs this time, ready to take what you wanted for a long time, your sudden decision guided by a feeling in your gut, telling you to seize the moment.

As it has always been with him, everything came naturally, as two magnets, your bodies collided together once again.

You moved your hands to cup his face as his arms wrapped around your body for dear life. 

This time it was different.

Your lips met again and starved by their previous short encounter, they parted immediately, demanding each other as your heart pounded fast in your chest. 

The longing for this moment made it even more intense, you savored every instant, every caress of his tongue, a total surrender at his warmth.

Every doubt faded away as his mouth became hungrier and his hands started to wander around. His demeanor talked as loud as your own lust.

A soft moan escaped your lips when he bit down at your lower lip, something clicked inside him at that sound, you didn't even noticed he was moving you both around, making you step backwards to lay your back flat on the nearest wall.

"Are you still sorry?"

You managed to ask between his lips, voice low and lustful.

"Yes," He said quickly. "I'm sorry I didn't do this before."

He answered with abandon, as one of his hand was now pressing at your nape, caging your body with the other arm pressed close to your head.

Jungkook wanted this just as much as you, it was crystal clear by now.

The fact that there was already a strong friendship between you, was part of the reason you feared to confess your true feelings. During your long friendship, there had been awkward moments were you and Jungkook found yourself tangled by a strange feeling, sometime hugs felt more intimate, in some situation you caught his eyes and there was some kind of a sparkle, but you didn't pay as much of attention, blaming the alcohol or telling yourself whatever excuse to dismiss the thought. 

You knew how much you cared about each other, you simply never thought he could be feeling the exact same as well: Fear, repressed feelings and attraction, even. 

Everything you felt was hidden behind a veil, that you could finally drop to the ground.

Your body seemed more sensitive, every brush of his fingers sent electricity through your whole nerve system. You could feel the effect of his kisses right between your legs as a familiar sensation was forming in the pit of your belly. 

Jungkook seemed to feel something similar as he harshly kissed your lips when he felt your body quiver slightly against his.

"Y/N..."

Your name rolled out of his lips as soft as a feather, palpable lust on it, you wanted to hear him say your name again and again just like that.

"If you don't want this, stop me now," He breathed out quietly, tracing his fingers up and down your arm in a soothing way. His actions talked loudly enough, his allusion was simply the peak that pointed out just how much he was dying inside to let everything out, to give you all he hadn't yet given.

"I've been fantasizing this moment for a long time but I don't want to ruin things with you,"

You looked at him in haze as this was exactly what you wanted to say to him. 

Your grip tightened and you pressed your body to his even more. You could feel the hardness of his abdomen and his erection poking at your thigh.

"I want you."

The firmness of your voice surprised you, the words exited your mouth in a rush, expressing your need perfectly.

With that, Jungkook lost every bit of self-control.

You were already a total mess by his kisses, hands roaming around like one of you could disappear in a matter of seconds.

Jungkook pressed his hips harder into you, a moan forming in your throat when you bucked your hips into him. The coldness of the wall behind you was a distant memory, as your body felt on fire.

He stopped, pecking at the side of your lips when he took your hand with his. 

"I would fuck you right here against the wall, but I have condoms in my backpack, and I left it in the security's office,"

He sounded annoyed at his own realization, as if he blamed himself somehow.

You smiled, pushing yourself off the wall to guide him trough the shop. He followed with no hesitation while you were visibly scanning your surroundings.

There was a small selection of camping tent on the far side of the shop, each one well prepared and exposed to eventual buyers.

As you walked, pulling Jungkook with you, your other hand was fishing into your purse to find a condom.

You smirked satisfied when you found it and showed it to him with a winning expression.

"You planned this, didn't you?"

He grinned, teasing you a little.

"No, but I'm glad Jimin decided to give me his condoms tonight."

Jungkook chuckled amused, "Guess the misfortune of some is the luck of others, thank you Jimin."

You giggled, opening the bigger tent you had on display and ushered yourself inside, Jungkook followed, taking the little package from your hand in the meanwhile.

You seated inside taking off your shoes to leave them outside, it was mostly dark, the green light of the emergency exit nearby was the only source of light you had, but it was enough for you to see the shapes of his perfect face. He slipped beside you in the small place, taking off his shoes as well and leaving them outside the tent. 

The small environment was cozy enough to accommodate you both, there were some cushions inside, probably to allow people to check what would fit inside and how, before they could buy.

"This is bigger than the one's we rented last summer, when we slept on the beach."

Jungkook laid himself on his back, leaning on his elbows as he relaxed.

"You mean the one you broke when you fell on it?"

You laughed as memories of that weekend flashed in your mind. 

"Uhm, yes! It wasn't even mine. It was Yoongi's, he scolded me the next day,"

"I remember, you were pretty drunk that night, he waited until you were sober enough I guess,"

You rested flat on your stomach, laughing with him as you bantered about that camping weekend and last summer in general.

"I drunk a lot that night, because of Hani you know,"

Jungkook said as you listened carefully.

"Hani texted and called me all the time, I didn't have the strength to deal with it when I already had so much on my mind..."

You know the story, but something told you there was more.

Jungkook broke up with Hani at the beginning of last summer, giving vague motifs to you and your friends.

Things seemed to go well between them, when one day Jungkook said it was over.

You where there for him, just like he did with you when you broke up with Jackson a few months prior, you simply didn't want to investigate further, since he seemed misleading about the whole situation with his ex.

"I remember... That night you slept in my tent and," you paused a moment, wondering if you should say what you are about to say. Jungkook tilted his head on a side, watching you in question.

"And?"

"That night you talked in your sleep, you were so wasted that you started to say something about having feelings for someone else," A little smile formed on Jungkook's lips as he listened.

You weren't sure, you didn't want to ruin the night just because you brought something from the past.

"That was true, I broke up with her because I had feelings for my best friend."

You tilted your head to look at him, he was already watching you, resting his body onto one of his elbow now, the dim green light that filtered through the fabric coating his features, he was so close and so beautiful in your eyes.

"You had feelings for me back then?"

"Yes, but I was scared as fuck to talk about it with you."

"Well, just like me, and we ended up like this only now because of that!"

You scoffed, making him chuckle.

"There must be something about tents."

You laughed, shifting your body to rest on your side to face him, imitating his position. Your faces a few inches apart now.

"Definitely."

You said smiling. Your lips connected once again, the feeling they gave you was different each time, stronger each time, pushing you to the brink of addiction.

Jungkook moved closer, pressing his figure against yours, pushing you until your back was flat down onto the floor, as he hovered over you with his elbow on the side of your head.

His free hand grabbed one of yours, guiding it over your head and intertwining it with the one that was resting beside your head. You felt trapped in a sweet, lustful way as he locked your body under his and showered your face and lips with kisses.

"You're driving me crazy.."

He nuzzled the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on the way. You exhaled softly as he played with your sensitive skin, moans threatening to escape your throat.

You pressed your legs together to feel some kind of pressure.

"Jungkook,"

"Yes?"

"Take of my shorts." you whispered.

He smiled on your skin, fondling your body with his hand. As he trailed down he purposely brushed over your breast, squeezing it a little. Meanwhile, his lips never gave you respite.

Teeth grazing every soft spot possible, lips claiming every inch of your exposed skin. You felt alive, burning under his touch.

When he reached the rim of your shorts, he swiftly unbuckled the button, helping you to take them off. 

He took a moment to fondle the newly exposed skin, snaking a hand under your butt to cup it gently.

Your panties were the only barrier between his curious hand and your most sensitive parts.

He moved his fingers to your sides, slipping your panties past your legs.

As he helped you get rid of them as well, he stood up a little, taking place between your legs as he rested on his heels.

You felt a little exposed like this, but every bit of embarrassment you felt, was washed away as you watched him taking of his shirt, his firm chest and defined abdomen at full display.

Nothing you hadn't seen before, and yet, this time all of him was meant to be savored exclusively by you. 

His hands moved down on his pants, as he undid his belt and zipper with no effort, watching you the whole time.

He put one hand on his erection, to feel a little friction through the fabric of his underwear.

The scene was so hot that you felt your walls clench in anticipation.

You needed to feel his touch on you again, your hands were doing what they could to give you a little of satisfaction when you've moved one of them down to your wet core.

"So fucking hot."

Jungkook kept his eyes on you, palming himself, hissing at the sexy scene unfolding before his eyes.

You hummed, moving your fingers over your needy clit.

"I need you inside me."

He watched delighted by the view, your simple phrase made his dick twitch in its refrained space, you noticed it, as his grasp tightened over it. When he finally took off his underwear, his dick was free from the restraining fabric, standing out hard and hungry. It was big and thick, the vision you were witnessing made your mouth water.

He bent over, his hand was now cupping your pussy and his fingers were wiggling between your folds, gathering your wetness.

"I just kissed you and this is the result? What when I'll fuck this pussy so good?"

As he spoke, one of his fingers slipped inside you, making you whine at the sensation.

You realized only then how much you craved this. Your walls soft and wet around his finger when he started to move inside you.

"Fuck,"

You moaned, his words hitting a spot within you just as much as his fingers.

Your wetness allowed a second finger to slip in quite easily, your insides clenched at the new pressure.

He moved his fingers while your hips followed his motion, you felt your pleasure grow at every stroke.

Jungkook moved the other hand to fist himself, hissing every now and then and matching your nasty sounds as he helped you build up your orgasm with his fingers.

"Look at you, so needy for me... So beautiful."

You were indeed a total mess already, ruffled hair, expression contorted in pleasure, your mouth open in a silent scream, but everything you could see was his hot naked body trough lidded eyes. He had the body of a god, and you couldn't wait to taste every part of it.

"Jungkook," you moaned.

"I'm close- fuck"

He moved his fingers a little faster, as you opened your legs even further. 

Your fists grabbed the fabric of the tent beneath you when you felt a third finger slip inside, slowly, like he was afraid to hurt you. When he heard you moan louder, he bit down on his lip, trying to contain any sound as he concentrated on you.

You felt so full with three of his fingers inside you, he quickened his pace, wet sounds filling the small space. 

Your walls squeezed on his fingers harder at every thrust, your breath quickened as well as you approached your orgasm.

"I can't wait to fuck this pretty little pussy,"

His voice was pure fire, that was the last push you needed to release.

Your orgasm hits you hard, wave after wave of pure bliss washing over you, as you moaned his name.

You didn't know you were into dirty talk that much, but apparently Jungkook was able to push the right buttons at the right time with you, even with words only.

The emptiness you felt as his fingers left your sensible walls was instantly swept away as you watched his fingers disappear inside his mouth. The scene was so lewd and hot you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

He sucked his own fingers clean, savoring the remnant of your orgasm with his tongue.

You looked at him panting, trying to regain a little of lucidity.

He smirked, sucking at his index finger when his breath hitched ad your hand wrapped around his dick. Sticky precum covered the tip as you spread the liquid all over it with your fingers.

"My turn, lay down."

"Yes, ma'am."

He obeyed, the affirmation made you giggle and, at the same time, turned you on a little, having some power on him thrilled you. You wondered what would it feel like to be in charge and do whatever you wanted with him, making him a panting mess as you tested him, giving and taking away in a painful way, just to make him beg for more and more. 

You smirked, kneeling between his legs, the decision was made when his words left his lips. You wanted to tease him, to feel in charge taking advantage by the position.

You grabbed his erection at the base, your eyes locking with his as you trailed its length in a painfully slow way. Jungkook watched the whole action, biting his lip.

"Put your hands behind your head and let me do the work, alright?"

You said sweetly, but in your eyes there was that spark of challenge that his gaze didn't miss.

He knew you were provoking him but he was clearly enjoying it. He obeyed again, grinning at you while putting his hands in place.

Satisfied, you started to work your hand up and down his dick, slowly at first, as your other hand wandered over his tight.

His firm girth twitched when you twisted your wrist in a certain way, making his chest rise and fall faster.

You were practically drooling, your mouth warm and ready to wrap around him when you decided instead to gather all your saliva, lower your head and spit on his hard cock.

"Fuck yes," He moaned, while you spread your saliva all over his length. 

His muscles tensed under your touch as you pumped him a couple of times, the new wetness allowed your fist to slip even better.

His sounds were music to your ears. He groaned every time his hips thrusted into your fist.

Moments later, you couldn't resist any longer. Your lips wrapped around the tip, tongue swirling around it before you opened your mouth further enough to slip in as much as you could take. 

Your eyes were scanning his beautiful features, making sure his hands rested in place.

The growl that came from behind his throat sounded almost animalistic.

His sounds were making wonders to your ego, encouraging you to suck harder.

You bobbed your head, humming in satisfaction as you watched his pained and blissed expressions. He was visibly delighted by the way your mouth wrapped perfectly around his dick, meanwhile, he clearly wanted to grab your head so bad, to fuck your mouth relentlessly.

His arms moved from their spot but he managed to restrain his need, laying his hands flat on the floor instead. 

You noticed, releasing his dick with a pop, saliva smeared on your pink plump lips, as you chuckled wickedly.

Your hand continued to pump him for a bit, while the other cupped his balls gently.

With one last lick up his dick, you released your grip, leaving him a panting mess just like you wanted.

You didn't have the time to enjoy his fucked out figure as he swiftly moved you both to switch your places once again. He grabbed your hips, turning you around to lay you down beneath him.

"What's so funny?" His warm breath fanning on your face as he tried to steady it.

"You like to tease like that uh?" His harsh tone sent shivers down your spine.

He rested on his heels just to grab the little package he discarded previously on the floor besides you, ripped the wrapping and unrolled the condom on his member.

"I loved it." You claimed satisfied.

He snorted, his hands were guiding yours above your head and you knew what was about to come, biting your lip to suppress a smile. 

"Let's see if you can play your own game then."

At first he locked your wrists in place with one of his hands, then he left them, expecting you to do as you were told, all by yourself, just like he did before.

You accepted the challenge, as you spread your legs wide in a silent invitation, keeping your arms in place.

Jungkook stood between your parted legs, he looked like the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, naked and ready to fuck the shit out of you. You couldn't ask more. 

He guided his dick at your entrance, teasing your folds with it and nudging at your clit a couple of times.

Your walls squeeze at nothing, after this whole foreplay session you were soaking wet, craving his big dick to pound your pussy.

He started pushing inside slowly, as your pussy swallowed him inch after inch, your expression contorted as the pressure transformed into pleasure.

Jungkook was holding his breath, releasing it in a puff as he bottomed, his hips touching yours as his dick was finally buried inside you.

He watched you trough his messy locks with something in his eyes, something that resembled the way someone's eyes shine when they finally get what they really desired for a long time. 

There was something romantic in the way he gently lifted one of your leg to hook it on his forearm, while you wrapped the other at his waist to feel him even closer.

The way his body moved languidly with yours gave you something you never felt with anyone else.

You felt full in every possible way.

You were living everything you've wished for in a long time, but most importantly, Jungkook felt the same as you. He'd told you and his actions demonstrated just how much he wanted you, how much he craved your touch, your kisses, your body against his.

His lips met yours sweetly as his hips thrusted into you in a slow but steady pace, fondling your breast under your shirt with his free hand. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers brushed on your sensitive nipple, the feeling made you shiver slightly and you almost forgot you were supposed to keep your hands above your head. As they moved to circle his neck, Jungkook stopped your before you could do it, pressing your arms on the floor as he blocked your crossed wrists with his hand.

"Too bad," his lips left yours for a moment as he whispered into your ears, his hips keeping their painfully slow pounding.

"I wanna touch you," you whined lowly.

"And I wanna push you to the edge until you beg and scream." 

He growled as his hips sped up the pace. Restraining you with his own body was something he was into, apparently. The only thought to hear you scream in pleasure because of him, was enough to let his hips buck harder and harder. 

Your body was now jolting up and down as you suppressed your moans biting down your lips. 

The force of his hips became insane, you felt your legs tremble.

Your second orgasm approached as he was hitting deep inside you, your walls squeezed him hard.

"Fuck," He hissed at the feeling, a moan leaving his lips right after that.

"Jungkook I- Fuck," You were a moaning mess under him, as he pressed his body even closer to yours. His grip to your wrists loosened a little, but kept you still in place.

"I know baby," He said with a trembling voice.

"I'm fucking close too"

He shifted a little to let both your legs to wrap around his waist now. The hand that was not busy keeping your arms still, landed on your jaw, gently caressing the line of it.

His fingers moved your head on one side, allowing him to kiss your neck, growling as his body tensed, coming closer and closer to his release at every hard thrust.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Jungkook- like that!"

You screamed, every curse adorned your moans as you began to see white. 

Jungkook hastily released your wrists from his grip, both his elbows pressed beside your head as he hammered inside you even faster.

"Fuck yes, me too baby"

You finally had the chance to nestle your hands in his hair, tugging lightly as your second orgasm sent shivers all over your body. 

"Oh my god," you breathed out as he continued to fuck you relentlessly till his own release.

You felt him twitch inside you a moment later, with a string of curses leaving his mouth.

He rested inside you just a little longer, your foreheads pressed together as you both stabilized your breaths.

The weight of his body was gone after he left a little kiss on your lips.

Jungkook took off his condom, knotting it so he could trow it in the trash later, then he returned on you, resting his body on his side next to yours.

He was smiling warmly at you, and you couldn't hide the way you felt after all that. You just had sex with him, however, that simple smile made butterflies in your stomach. You simply knew there was no turning back now, your feelings were at full display and you just wanted to discover what would come up next.

He kissed you softly as his hand gently grabbed your chin from below. 

His fingers squeezed the soft skin of your cheeks and you remembered you still had pieces of dried fluo color on them.

"By the way, as I said, these are absolutely a 10/10 now that I squish them." he spoke softly just above your lips.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for another kiss.

Before your lips could meet again, the alarm went off. You froze on the spot, scared by the sudden sound as you seated up, searching for your shorts with shaky hands.

"Fuck, I forgot to restore the security system!" Jungkook looked at his watch with concern, then cursed. "And it's already 6am! The cleaning crew is here!"

You both hastily put on your clothes, trying to tidy up yourselves a little.

"What do we do?"

You asked worried as the worst scenarios developed in your mind. The loud alarm was still going.

"We have to run, and fast! I'll figure out an excuse later."

Jungkook grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the tent. You followed him, grabbing your stuff with the other  hand on the way out.

You both started running, your hands intertwined as you both chuckled lightly at the surreal scene you were experiencing. You felt like you were a spy or something like that.

He then explained that you had to run out of a specific emergency door as he had to reach the security office to fix the issue and put out a good excuse for the cleaning crew.

"I'll join you outside as soon as I'm done, ok?" He smiled at you, out of breath from the running.  The soft light of the incoming sunrise was filling the mall, you weren't even hearing the alarm anymore, your full attention was captured by his appearance, as pale sunrays brushed his features. You smiled softly, nodding at him before you stole him a little kiss.

You turned around to run as fast as you could, smiling hard as everything you did tonight came back in your mind. Your heart was beating fast, both from the running and from the amount of happiness you felt inside. 

That night you spent was simply  perfect and even if you were running away right now, your heart and feelings will always belong to this place in a very peculiar way.

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ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜰᴀʟʟ — ʟᴇᴠɪᴀᴛʜᴀɴ 🍋

𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: Obey Me!

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Leviathan + Reader

𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨: NSFW

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𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: You could only see half of his face, lit warmly in the dim glow. His eyes caught in the light like deep, polished bronze, from an angle that highlighted little flecks of gold in his irises. He looked pensive; deep in thought, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

You wanted to kiss him.

OR 

A simple good night kiss leads to much more than you bargained for. Not that you’re complaining.

The day had been long, but you’d had an unexpected amount of fun. The food had been delicious, as food always seems to be when one prepares it themselves. Levi had gotten to actually socialize for once, and you’d gotten him out of his shell a little. You’d adored seeing his face light up the way it had, and you made a mental note to watch the anime he’d been going on about all day when you returned to the Devildom, even though an after school fishing anime wasn’t really something you considered to be up your alley.

It had been the first time he’d had a s’more. The look of utter wonder on his face was something you wished you’d taken a picture of. It endeared you almost to tears.

Sleep tugged at your eyelids, and you yawned. Your body felt well-worked, leaving that pleasant, exercised soreness in your muscles. Your hair was damp from the rinse you’d taken at the campground showers, soothingly cool on your neck. The inflatable mat beneath your body was surprisingly comfortable, and the soft blankets that cocooned your body surrounded you in a bubble of warmth.

You happily reflected on the day, letting imaginary scenarios play in your head until they devolved into nonsense as your consciousness began to slip away.

“I can’t fall asleep.”

Startled from the dregs of your half slumber by Leviathan’s voice, you shifted your body before turning over to face him.

In the dim light, you could see his silhouette, lavender hair backlit by the single bonfire burning a ways away at the neighboring campsite. His skin looked almost ghost white, eyes the color of deep liquid gold. It took you a second of staring and letting your eyesight adjust to the light that you realized he was looking at you, studying your expression. A demon thing, you supposed. Unlike you, he was probably able to see perfectly in the dark.

You met his eyes, unable to read what was in them in the dark. You shifted closer, watching as his shoulders tensed, undoubtedly nervous by your sudden increased proximity. Sighing, you flopped down on your pillow again, letting your eyes fall closed.

“‘M sleepy,” you said, and Leviathan let out a breath.

“That’s not fair. I wish I could get sleepy, too.”

A smile made your mouth curve up. “You will. Just close your eyes, Levi.”

But you heard no movement, and when you pried open your eyes again, he was still the same as he had been, with his head propped up on his hand. You yawned again, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands, then letting them fall closed. You weren’t surprised he wasn’t tired, he was well known for staying up until dawn playing games and watching anime. His sleep schedule was probably virtually nonexistent, if demons even had sleep schedules.

Though, with sleeping being one of the only things Belphie did, you imagined they had something similar.

“Is there anything you like to do to make yourself sleepy when you can’t sleep?” You asked, pulling the blankets up higher. The fall of night had brought a chill along with it.

“I usually play a game until I feel tired,” Levi said, “but I didn’t bring anything to do that with.”

You hummed in thought, shuffling closer again, opening your eyes once more to look at him.

You could only see half of his face, lit warmly in the dim glow. His eyes caught in the light like deep, polished bronze, from an angle that highlighted little flecks of gold in his irises. He looked pensive; deep in thought, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

You wanted to kiss him.

The thought made you jump internally, but grew stronger as you watched his mouth. You supposed you shouldn’t be too surprised at yourself, you’d known that Levi would give you trouble from the second you met him. The way he looked at you made your stomach swarm with butterflies, and his genuine passion for his interests endeared you very deeply. It didn’t help that he was prettier than anyone had any right to be.

You really wanted to kiss him. A good night kiss, you could call it. Leave them wanting more, Asmodeus always said. A quick, chaste kiss, a giggle, and that would be it. You’d leave him flustered and stuttering, an adorable blush on his pale cheeks. Your hands folded together under the blankets as you mulled the idea over in your head, and Levi didn’t see you looking.

He moved to lay on his side, his head landing on his pillow. You shuffled closer once more. A good night kiss. You’d seen him looking at your lips before, when he thought you weren’t paying attention. You’d seen him doing it earlier that day, when you were eating s’mores by the fire. He’d told you that you had chocolate on your lip, and when you licked it away, his gaze lingered far longer than anyone with platonic feelings for a person would look. You’d wanted to kiss him then, too.

This was probably a bad idea. You probably misread the situation. But nonetheless, you never know unless you try. It was better to find out instead of shoving your feelings down. Late night chat sessions with Asmo seemed to have some useful bits of advice, it seemed.

Slowly, you moved closer once more, and in a smooth motion, your mouth pressed to his. It lingered for just a few seconds before you were pulling away, your nerves strung so tight you thought they might break.

But as you were beginning to roll over to bury your face in the pillow, his hand shot out, catching your wrist, and freezing you in your tracks.

“I— I didn’t know you were awake,” he said, voice hushed, almost awed, “you startled me. Was that— a good night kiss?”

You nodded. “It was. I’m sorry, I—”

“That’s not fair,” Levi said, “how do you expect me to get tired now?”

Spurred on by his words, you kissed him again. He made a soft noise of surprise before his hands were gingerly cupping your cheeks, and he was kissing you back with a tenderness that made your heart feel like it was doing backflips in your chest. His lips were surprisingly soft, and his skin was feverishly warm against yours, sending heat bone deep as you pressed closer.

Your arms slid up and around his neck, fingers threading into his hair, and you felt his breath hitch against your mouth as you did. It was his turn to move closer, closing the gap between your bodies so you were flush against him.

He pulled back, just a little, and when you tried to close the gap again, he met you with a chaste kiss before speaking.

“That isn’t helping,” he grumbled, “more kisses aren’t going to help me sleep, they’ll just rile me up more.”

You blinked at him, innocently. “Do you want to stop?”

“No!” He said, a little too quickly, “I mean— no, I don’t. That made me really happy. I want to keep kissing you. I’ve wanted to kiss you forever. But why would you want to kiss me? I’m just a worthless—”

You kissed him again, cutting him off. You refused to hear him put himself down, not when you were here. He held you fast, his fingers bunching into the fabric of your sleep shirt so tight you were slightly afraid he would tear it. His mouth tasted like the marshmallows you’d been eating before tucking into bed, and you were sure your own was the same.

“Don’t call yourself that,” you said against his mouth, and his hands moved down to the bend of your waist, pulling you closer.

You pulled back, just a little, just to look at him, to make sure he heard you well.

“I want to kiss you because it’s you, Levi. Don’t call yourself worthless,” you said, “you deserve this.”

He was suddenly kissing you like he was afraid you’d disappear, one of his hands sliding up your body to tangle into your hair, his opposite arm winding around your waist. His kisses were feverish and all-consuming, desperate, like he was drowning and you were the oxygen he so badly needed.

His tongue brushed against the seam of your lips, and you parted them to allow him to slide his tongue against yours. He was unexpectedly good at kissing for someone who spent so much time shut in his room, but you were enjoying it far too much to wonder where he got the practice from. He was a couple thousand years old, after all. You expected that probably brought experience of all sorts.

Your fingers raked through his hair, making his breath shudder and his grip tighten. He was almost melting into your touch, and you felt your head growing foggier and foggier as his nails scraped against your scalp. He was kissing you like this was the last chance he’d ever get, like you were disappearing, and you held him tight to let him know you weren’t going anywhere.

He broke away, his eyes wild, desperate, and you stared back at him, disoriented and bleary, questioning.

“Tell me you don’t want this, I’m waiting for it,” he hissed, his tone as brittle as a dry leaf and full of self-deprecating venom, “push me away, tell me to stop.”

“No,” you said, trying to look as sure as you could, “I won’t say that. I want this. Please don’t stop.”

He was suddenly above you, eyes glowing, smoldering, like bronze embers in the dark, and you could feel the air around you heat up. A thrilling shot of adrenaline ejected itself into your bloodstream as you stared up at the demon above you, and you raised your hands to cup his face. He shuddered, leaning into the touch, like it was salve to a burn.

“Levi,” you said, “what do you want?”

Without hesitation, he answered.

“You.”

You smiled. “I’m already yours.”

Another shudder, his restraint wavering. “You don’t know what you’re saying. You’re being unfair, messing with me like this. It isn’t fair.”

“Leviathan,” you said, “kiss me. I want you to kiss me. I’m telling you, right now, what I want. I kissed you because I wanted it. I want you.”

He surged forward to crush his mouth to yours, and when your hands rose to his hair once more, you could feel that his horns had manifested themselves in the heat of it all. Desperate, desirous feelings were undoubtedly coursing through the Avatar of Envy at your admission, and the kisses he was giving you were all-consuming, like he was trying to join himself to you, overlapping as one. His hands were on your waist, wavering, and you could feel him hesitating before you grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips, making it clear to him that all of this was so much more than okay.

He snarled against your mouth, an inhumanly low, possessive sound produced from deep in his chest, sending forks of lightning down your spine. He was losing control, and strangely, not one part of you wanted him to stop. Any of that hesitance he always seemed to carry with him had all but drained away, replaced with raw desperation as his fangs nipped your lower lip, breaking from your mouth to graze along the your jaw, the tendons in your throat, the sharp points scraping against the vulnerable skin. A gasp slipped past your lips, prompting him to look up at you.

“Did that hurt? Do you want me to stop?”

Before he could react, you flipped him over so you were on top of him, straddling his waist. His eyes looked like burning cinders in the dark, their pupils blown wide as he gazed up at you. He looked like a predator, yet the demon beneath you was completely at your mercy.

“Leviathan,” you said, voice soft, “for once in your life, I am giving you permission to be greedy. You have nothing to be envious of, because I am yours. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. Tell me, what do you want? What do you want to do?”

Again, you were beneath him, his mouth on yours, lips fever hot. He kissed you, frenzied, for a few moments, before he pulled back, his mouth dragging along the shell of your ear.

”You want to know what I really want? Hm?” He rumbled, his voice low, husky, “I want to make you mine. I want to make it so nobody else can have you, only me. That’s what I want. You better choose your next words carefully, human, because I don’t know how much more of your pushing I can take. Do you want to take that risk, is that it?”

You felt a delighted shiver pass through your body, the hot singe of danger thrilling you beyond words. All you’d wanted to do was give him a good night kiss, and maybe hold him close until you were both asleep. You had hardly expected him to react like this, but really, you weren’t complaining. You’d thought about this before, about him, fantasized about it, when you were alone, late at night in your room.

“What risk is that?” You finally managed, your nerves tangled in an excited, frenzied ball in the pit of your stomach.

“That risk,” Leviathan said, “is something you already know. You’re tempting me, human, and if you keep going, I can’t promise I won’t give in.”

You yanked him forward, holding his face, forcing him to look at you.

“Who says I don’t want that, Levi? I’m laying myself out for you— I’m inviting you in. I wouldn’t do that if I didn’t want you, completely.”

Another tug, your lips at his ear. “I’m telling you to do whatever you want to me.”

The glow of his irises seemed to brighten as he shuddered, a dangerous hunger setting itself to a rolling boil before he was on you, everywhere, his mouth colliding with yours as his hands rucked up your shirt, and you gasped at the feel of his palms on your bare skin.

He broke away to mouth at your neck, fangs pricking at your clavicle, the collar of your sleep shirt, and you moved to shrug the garment over your head, causing him to pause, wide eyed, as he stared at your chest. His staring made you somewhat self conscious, but you still felt a jolt of pride at the way his famished gaze roved over your body.

“Can I touch you?” He said, voice lower than you’d ever heard it before, causing heat to pool between your thighs.

“Yes,” you said, voice barely there, but he heard you well enough.

The feel of his hands on your skin made you bite your lip to keep from crying out, and when he rolled a nipple between his fingers, your back arched. Fuck, you were going to have trouble staying silent, especially when he was nudging his knee between your thighs, his mouth burning hot as it traveled down the column of your throat. With your remaining focus, you gathered your energy and muttered a quick incantation, a charm that kept sound from escaping the area affected— in this case, the tent. The pulse of magic didn’t go unnoticed by Levi, who paused for a millisecond as you cast the spell, but was otherwise undeterred.

It seemed he didn’t want to be interrupted or overheard, either. The implication of your shared desire only excited you further.

Plush lips dragged across the top of your breast, and your head fell back as his mouth encircled your nipple, rolling it under his tongue. Fuck, he was so warm. Everything about him was burning with suffocating heat, and you remembered vaguely that Lucifer once told you that demons had higher body temperatures than humans did. Right then, that worked out well in your favor, and you squirmed as his touch left trails of flame in its wake.

His fangs dragged against your nipple, making you shiver, and when he soothed it with the flat of his tongue, you rewarded him with a moan. You pushed at his shirt, and he moved back, just for a second, to yank the fabric above his head before resuming his ministrations on your body in earnest. You whined at the feel of his skin touching yours, and he met the sound with a groan of his own. Fuck, you wanted to hear more of those sounds, which were far too angelic to be coming from a demon’s lips.

Warm hands gripped at the waistband of your sleep shorts, and you lifted your hips to let him slide them off, leaving you in your panties.

“I wanna make you scream for me,” he breathed, mouth dragging down your sternum, “I don’t want you to think about anyone else, just me.”

Your breath trembled, words lost as you basked in the attention he was giving you with his mouth, and he groaned, punch drunk on the taste of your skin.

“I can have you,” he snarled, “all of you. You’re all mine.”

Through the possessive, jealous haze, it almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself. In response, and the only reassurance you could manage, you let out a breathy whine as his mouth reached your stomach, devolving into a moan when his lips brushed against your hipbone.

“You want more, human?” He asked, gaze sultry, “that what it is?”

Your stomach twisted, hot arousal making you squirm in his hold, and when his his thumbs dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, grazing the sensitive flesh, you felt that arousal grow almost unbearable.

“Levi, please,” you keened, “please— ah!”

He cut you off as he moved between your thighs, mouth pressing a hot kiss against your clothed cunt, and the heat of his breath sent your thoughts spinning into outer space. His tongue passed over the fabric, and you felt desperation coil inside of you, because it wasn’t enough, not without direct contact. You had a feeling he knew that very well when you felt his lips curl into a smile against your thigh.

When his tongue passed over you again, your back arched, and his hand flattened across your lower stomach, holding you in place as he teased you with another brush of his tongue, his breath, his lips, and when he finally used his knuckle to move the fabric aside, exposing you to him, you almost choked on air.

His nose bumped against your entrance before his tongue was dragging up and along your cunt, slow as he pleased, in lazy, indulgent licks that made your head feel like it was stuffed full of cotton balls and all other sorts of fluff and emptiness. He groaned into your flesh, dragging his tongue up again, and again, and again before he was pulling your panties the rest of the way off, then hiking your thighs up and over his broad shoulders, holding you in place with an unshakable grip.

Your head fell back against the pillow as you let your world shrink down to what Levi was doing between your thighs, the way he was savoring you like a man starved, and when you moaned, it was a breathy, desperate sound that you hardly recognized as your own. His name left your lips in something akin to a prayer, or maybe it was malediction, because the creature between your legs was anything but holy. Your hands drifted to his hair, bumping against his horns before wrapping around the base of them, and he was groaning into your cunt, his lazy pace picking up.

His tongue found your clit, drawing easy circles around it and making your hips jerk against him, prompting him to tighten his grip, blazing eyes meeting yours. You saw insatiable, burning hunger in those eyes, possessive and captivating enough to make you whimper.

“Hold still,” he snarled, voice positively beastly, sending dizzying arousal into your bloodstream like you’d taken a hit of a drug.

This was about possession as well as passion, showing you exactly who you belonged to, and who could make you feel this way, like you were burning from the inside out. You could feel him, mouthing at your flesh with uncontained need, drinking in your cries of ecstasy. Your fingers tightened to a white-knuckled grip on his horns, eyes screwing shut, and you felt him groan against you, long and low, sending shockwaves up your spine.

You could feel his fingers, pressing at your entrance, as his mouth engulfed your clit, tongue rolling over it. You tried to move, to buck your hips, anything to have something inside of you, but he snarled, keeping you still as he teased you. Long, thick digits slipped just past your entrance before withdrawing, making you squirm, the sharp point of one of his horns biting into your palm as you held on for deal life.

“Please,” you choked, “fuck, please.”

Another growl, low and self-satisfied, and you whimpered when he slipped a finger inside of you, too slowly for your linking. He was making you desperate, and you sobbed in frustration and pleasure, toes curling tight as he rolled your clit under his tongue in slow, broad licks. It felt so good you could hardly think, and when he was suddenly, finally pushing his fingers inside of you, it made you see stars.

“Oh, fuck— Levi—”

His fingers curled up, bumping against a spot that made those stars explode across your vision, and you gave a breathless cry as he withdrew, only to fill you once more. You could feel that familiar coil forming in your belly, the type of addictive sensation that makes you desperate for more as sinful pleasure thrummed through your veins, under your skin, and his mouth felt like it was burning you as he pressed open mouthed kisses along your sensitive inner thighs before latching back onto your clit.

His tongue flicked against you, before pressing harder, and you squirmed helplessly beneath him, fingernails dragging along his horns and making him growl. His fingers curled again, knuckle deep, and fuck, how could you ever use your own hands again when his reached spots you didn’t even know existed? It was agonizingly blissful, but you couldn’t get enough.

Your climax was drawing closer and closer, and you could do little to quiet yourself as he didn’t show any signs of slowing down, not that you even needed to. Your hips jerked, and you gasped, allowing him to hear you sob his name, begging for more, for anything that would bring you to your high, because where the hell did he learn do to this?

His pace was picking up speed, his tongue pressing down hard as he lapped at your clit, flicking it against the sensitive skin, fingers curling, and you could hardly stop yourself from letting the stricken mewl slip from between your lips, a high-pitched, almost pathetically desperate sound that made him growl against you. You were so fucking close, but he was doing nothing to stop you from tumbling towards that edge, and when you tried to warn him, the only sound that came out of your mouth was a trembling moan.

Your orgasm hit you with the force of a tidal wave, and he was the riptide, holding you against him with an iron grasp, working you through your climax and into the realm of overstimulation, into that realm of delicious, overwhelming pleasure. You moaned, deep in your throat, back bowing, and he made a low, desperate sound into your skin. You were throbbing, pulsing around his fingers, and they continued to pump in and out of you until you were dropping your hands from his hair to knot into the blankets, fingers pressing almost painfully against your palms through the fabric.

“Too sensitive, too sensitive— Leviathan, please—”

Fuck, fuck, he wasn’t stopping. Your mouth fell open, eyes rolling back into your head, your toes curling tight, a strangled, sobbing whine rising in your throat. You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and you tossed your head back, so helplessly entangled in blissful rapture. You felt yourself getting close again, coiling so tight you felt like you might shatter into pieces. Little, helpless pleas were slipping from your lips, and you weren’t even sure what you were saying, just that it made him growl against you, the vibrations of the sound sending you over the edge once more with an unrestrained wail of his name.

You saw white as he continued to move, giving a whine of his own against your cunt, and you yanked a hand up to cover your mouth, teeth sinking into the side of your palm, thrashing in his hold as you convulsed. You were helpless and needy and so sensitive that all you could do was lay there and take everything he gave you.

Finally, mercifully, he moved back, and you allowed yourself to go boneless against the surface beneath your body, chest heaving as you fought to catch your breath. You whimpered as he withdrew his fingers from inside of you, and you watched as he licked the digits clean before he was propping himself up on his knees.

You forced yourself to sit up, moving towards him to rest your forehead against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your body, nose pressing into your hair.

“Can you handle more?” He asked, and you felt your heart skip several beats.

“Yeah,” you said, “I can. But let me rest for a second, okay?”

You scooted closer, tugging him down to lay beside you, and joining your lips together with his. He kissed you languidly, deeply, and you hooked a leg around his waist, moving your hips to press against his, making him give a stricken hiss. One of his hands gripped at your waist, holding you in place as he ground himself against you, reveling in the feel of his clothed cock against your bare cunt. He was so hard, and when you palmed him through his sweatpants, he groaned into your mouth.

It couldn’t be comfortable to be confined in fabric like that, and when your fingers toyed with the hem of the garment, you felt the muscles in his stomach twitch, tensing, anticipating. You flattened your opposite hand against his stomach, the firm expanse of his abs, and fuck how did he get such an awesome body when all he did was sit around all day? You supposed perks came with being a high level demon, and fast metabolism was one of them. That, and all the swimming he did.

“Touch me,” he rumbled, breath hot against your lips, and who were you to deny him?

You pressed harder on the front of his sweats, making him gasp, and he moved back away from your mouth to look down at what you were doing to him as you slowly pushed his waistband down.

Oh, fuck.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t the size in front of you. Levi wasn’t a small person, none of his brothers were, so he was no exception. He was so thick, and long enough to make you dizzy. And he was pretty. Pale, flushed gently pink at the tip, glistening with precum. You slowly reached down, letting your fingertips graze against the side, making him gasp, and when you wrapped your hand around him, he twitched against your palm, a stricken hiss escaping through his teeth.

Shit, your fingers just barely met. You squirmed, arousal burning between your thighs, and you felt him twitch again, breath heavy and expression afflicted. Slowly, you pulled your hand back, your thumb finding his tip, and you rubbed circles against it, making him moan. You repeated the action, just to hear it again.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “fuck, that’s good.”

You moved your hand to encircle his girth, smearing the precum against his skin, aiding you as you gave him a slow, easy stroke, an action that made him groan deeply, eyes fluttering closed.

“Fuck,” he breathed, voice hot, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

You felt your breath stutter, your own lust thrumming in your veins at his admission. You kissed him hard in response, stroking him faster, just to hear him whine against your mouth. His hips bucked with your hand, and you could feel his fingertips dig into your waist, so tight they’d probably leave bruises, but not one part of you cared, not when he was making such perfectly erotic sounds. You adored the way his breath shook when you rubbed circles against his tip, how he groaned, low in his throat, when you squeezed him, rubbing your fingers along the underside.

Finally, gently, he caught your wrist, breaking away from the kiss, and when he looked at you, his eyes were darkened to the color of rust with desire, and your lips met his neck, making him shudder.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, “please, make me yours.”

He pushed you onto your back, crawling overtop of you, fingers skating across your soaked entrance before sinking them inside of you, pumping once, then twice before pulling out, and you felt your heartbeat pause when he pressed the tip of his cock against you. You’re propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as he slowly began to press forward, and fuck, even just the tip felt like a stretch. You tossed your head back, teeth gritted, and he kissed up your neck, easing himself forward just a bit more.

“Levi, you’re so big,” you blurted, and you watched color shade his pale cheeks, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

He pressed forward again, and you whined at the stretch, bordering on pain. Your eyes squeezed shut, breath thin.

“Hnnn, shit,” he hissed, voice taught with rapidly fraying restraint, “y-you’ve gotta relax, you’re too tight.”

You took a breath, fingers scrambling for purchase and finally curling into the blankets beneath you, trying to breathe as he sank deeper, and as he finally bottomed out, your breath stuttered in your lungs. It didn’t hurt, not really, but it was foreign and strange, and you weren’t used to taking something like this. You felt so full, stuffed to the brim, and you watched Leviathan’s face as he took in the abundance of new sensations.

“Oh fuck,” you heard him gasp, eyes drifting closed, and he spoke between gritted teeth, “fuck, fuck— so tight.”

His tail swung in a wide arc behind him before curling on the bed beside you, and you absently reached out to wrap your fingers around it, running your palm up and along the cool scales.

You didn’t expect the short, stricken gasp that action elicited. You also didn’t expect the way that prompted him to draw his hips back, only to press back inside, stuffing you full, and ejecting any coherent thought from your mind. Your grip on his tail tightened reflexively as you cried out, and he gave a harder, deeper thrust in response. His movements were slow, measured, restrained. Like he didn’t want to break you. You knew Levi was stronger than you, much stronger than any human, and that he could easily overpower you in an instant. For some reason, that sent sparks of arousal shooting through you. You wanted him to lose control, like he so badly wanted to. You could see it in his face, as his eyes clamped shut, a muscle tensing in his jaw as you squeezed around him.

Each thrust was slow and even, every drag of his thick cock inside of you sending stars into your vision. You stroked along his tail again, and he hissed between his teeth, twitching inside of you. His hands, curled into the blankets beside your body, went white knuckled in their grip. A low, low groan slipped through his teeth, needy and desperate as he thrust again, slow and deep.

“Levi,” you whimpered, dizzy from the way he was stretching you, “faster, please. Gimme more.”

A strong thrust, and he shifted to support himself on his elbows, forehead resting against yours.

“That what you want?” He rasped, “harder, faster?”

You lifted your legs, linking them around his waist, pulling him closer, and he groaned lowly as he sank deeper inside of you.

“Don’t hold back,” you said, “make me yours, Leviathan.”

That did it. His eyes glinted dangerously, and he was moving back, pulling your hips flush against his, hands on your waist as he pushed himself as deep as he could go, only to pull out and slam forward once more. The impact of the thrust made you cry out loudly, prompting him to repeat the motion, again, and again, and again, and oh fuck, you could barely even think straight with him fucking you like that. The way he was hitting all the right spots, the base of his cock grinding so perfectly against your clit, making you grip the blankets tightly for any sort of anchor at all.

A growl from deep in his chest sent delicious chills down your spine, rising in volume as he fucked you deep, grinding his hips against you whenever he was fully pressed inside of you. You yanked him down, meeting his mouth in a messy kiss, and he moaned into your mouth, a filthy, desperate sound, and you found yourself moving your hips to meet him.

“Fuckfuck— it’s so good.”

You felt yourself shudder, arms winding around his neck.

“You feel good?”

A moan, low and rough. “‘S perfect— please, more, lemme have more—”

“Take it all,” you keened, “wanna make you cum.”

His grip on your body tightened, and his hips pushed forward, filling you completely, grinding deep circles against you. His mouth skated along the column of your throat, reaching your ear, and you squirmed in his iron grip.

“Nobody else can have you,” he snarled, “only me. Only I get to fuck you like this. I hate that anyone has ever even thought of you like this before. You’re mine.”

You smoothed your hand along the back of his head, soothing, loving, and you pulled him into a deep kiss, holding him tight before releasing him, cupping his face.

“Nobody else can have me,” you said, “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

One of his hands was suddenly pinning your wrists above your head, his opposite one between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and making your hips jerk against him, a shrill whine escaping your mouth. You squirmed in his hold, head tossing back, hair pooling on the pillow, and when you moaned, high and breathy, something in him, the last thread of his restraint, all but disintegrated.

You felt something cool and scaled slithering around your waist, and it took you a moment to figure out that it was his tail through the rose-colored haze of your arousal. It coiled around you, gripping you tight, and you realized he was using it to hold you in place as he fucked you, using it to move you, impaling you on his cock over and over again as he met each tug with deep ruts of his hips, using you like a doll. You squirmed in his hold helplessly, and he released your wrists to brace himself on his elbow, his fingers knotting into the blankets.

The pressure on your clit combined with the drag of his cock inside of you was making your head feel light and fuzzy, helpless from the intense, earthshaking pleasure. He was groaning at the feeling, mixed with low, rough swears and gasps of your name. He was just as affected as you were, if not more, and that aroused you more than words. His thumb pressed down harder, rubbing in circles, and you let out a breathless whine of ecstasy, back arching as much as it could in his grip, hands finding his horns and holding tight as he attached his mouth to your throat.

Sharp fangs sank into your flesh, and he laved over the spot with his tongue, sucking marks into your skin, biting at the tender flesh. His mouth trailed down to your breasts, his lips dragging over a nipple before reattaching to your neck, then your mouth, joining in a feverish kiss. Your head felt empty, deliriously drunk on pleasure, and from the way he was moaning, he was no different. His touches were desperate, needy, and you felt his tail tighten around you, just a little, as he picked up the pace.

The small space was filled with the sound of skin on skin and the smell of sex, making you glad you’d had the forethought to cast that charm, but any thoughts of that were ejected from your mind as he angled his hips just right, hitting the spot that made blurry stars dance across your vision. It felt so fucking good, feeling every inch of him sliding into you, to hear him growl in your ear, to hear him swear and cry out your name like scripture, sacrilegious and sinful from a demon’s lips, but as beautiful as a hymn.

That pressure inside you was drawing tighter, that desperate, feverish feeling that precedes a climax, and you tried to warn him, but all you could do was sob his name as he fucked you deep and hard, his pace borderline punishing and doing absolutely fuck all to help with how sensitive you already were from the two climaxes he’d pulled from you earlier.

You came hard and with a wail of his name, the sensation of you squeezing around him making him snarl into your skin, cock twitching inside of you, teeth sinking into your skin once more. And he wasn’t slowing down, not even as you writhed in his hold, mindless from sensitivity, completely and utterly drunk on him, on what he was doing to you, on his cock. You wrapped your legs tight around his waist, fingers fanning out across his back before flexing, nails digging into the skin, dragging up, making him groan deeply, the sound only making you wind even tighter.

Tears stuck to your cheeks, jewels in your eyelashes, and Leviathan kissed them away, but he didn’t let up, pressing on your clit, making you buck and scream against him, sobbing his name, his praises, anything. Your head was filled with nothing but him, just how he’d wanted it. You came again with a silent cry, head tipped back and mouth wide open, and it was only after that that he moved his thumb away, but his cock was still grinding against your abused clit, winding you up again, and you could do no more than whimper as he chased after his own climax, thrusts growing more and more uneven as he began to reach his limit.

He was chanting your name, voice low and rough, and you squeezed your legs around his body, the least you could do as he continued to use his tail to move you, using it to meet each of his thrusts. He was close, you guessed, from the way his low groans were getting higher in pitch as the sensitivity mounted, both his hands knotting in the blankets beside your head, moaning into your skin.

“Take it,” he snarled, “take it, take it—”

He thrust deep, and you whined weakly, tears spilling past your lashes from the sensitivity as he gushed inside of you, stuffing you full of his cum. You whined his name, and he bucked his hips, chasing the aftershocks of his climax, fucking his cum into you with each motion. He was cumming a lot, enough that it was leaking out of you, but he used his thumb to press it back inside of you, making you hiss at the feel of the digit inside of you, just briefly.

And then, he was collapsing, boneless against you, breath leaving him in heavy pants. His tail unwound itself from your waist, and he was kissing your throat, your face, and finally, your lips. It was a slow, languid kiss, full of affection and gratitude, for letting him do that to you. You kissed him back, wrapping exhausted arms around his neck, running your fingers through his messy hair.

“I love you,” he muttered, voice muffled against your mouth, and you held him tighter, emotion surging through your body.

“I love you, too, Levi.”

He broke away from you, pulling out and flopping beside you. He was breathing heavily, and you were no different. As he caught his breath, he found a package of wet wipes from his bag, which he used to wipe your legs clean, depositing them in the small trash bag you had set up in the corner. He pulled the blankets up around your bodies, gathering you close to him.

“I lost control,” he said, “are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You smiled. “No, Levi, you didn’t hurt me. It was really hot, actually.”

Levi made a sound like he was being strangled. “I— what? I see.”

There was the Leviathan you knew. You snuggled into his chest, sleepy and satisfied.

“I’m on birth control,” you said, “‘s okay.”

He chuckled, relieved. “That’s… good to know. You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”

You shook your head. “‘M fine. Sleepy. That was really good.”

His breath shuddered. “You’re mine now, right? I can be with you?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, “yours.”

He lifted your chin to meet your mouth in a kiss. You smiled against his lips.

“Sleepy,” you repeated, utterly exhausted.

“Mm,” Leviathan said, “sleepy.”

He snuggled you close, nose buried in your hair, and you could practically feel the happiness radiating off of him. You lazily linked your arms around his body, enjoying the feel of his skin against yours, the way his heat enveloped you like a second blanket.

“Love you,” you muttered, but you got no response. You looked up, only to find him asleep, face serene. It was okay, though. You smiled, curling close to him. You knew he loved you too.

That was your last thought before you fell asleep.

BONUS:

”It wasn’t a dream.”

You woke when he spoke, groggy and sore as all hell. You groaned, snuggling closer to him, pulling the blanket up and over your head. The air was cool and fresh, smelling of dew and early morning. Leviathan’s body was warm, and you didn’t particularly feel like separating yourself from him, not now.

“Hmm?” You hummed, and Levi lifted the blanket to look at you, making you squint up at him. His face was vibrantly red, eyes wide, awed.

“It wasn’t a dream,” he repeated, “last night was real.”

You yawned, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

“No dream,” you said, “I don’t know how well I’ll be able to walk after that.”

A moment of silence, and he wrapped his arms more tightly around you.

“You told me you loved me,” he said.

“Mhm,” you said, “and I meant it. What time is it?”

“I don’t know,” he said, “can we stay here? I want to lay with you a while longer.”

You smiled. “I’m okay with that.”

You lifted your head to press a kiss against his mouth, warm and loving and sleepy. He melted against you, and when you pulled back, he tucked you closer against his body.

The two of you lay like that for quite a while before you were able to pry yourselves apart. And it was perfect.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #n.sfw #I’m So Tired #I’m EEPY #I need to go to bed #fanfiction #My writing #i wrote this so fast #what do I usually write for tags #I don’t know I’m so sleepy #om! leviathan #this is based on the UR card #a wholesome first meeting #Girl there’s nothing wholesome about this #i am going to hell #I also posted this on Ao3 #reader insert #fem!reader #Female reader #female main character #let me sleep #don’t let this flop #or do?? #fuck now I have to go through this entire monstrosity and do italics #I AM SO TIRED #GOD DAMN IT TUMBLR #obey me x y/n #obey me x female reader

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Tales From the Modern Incubus Part 6*

Summary: After breaking up with Miguel, you and Harry go to a bar to see a band and when Harry can't finish what he started with you under the table you suggest leaving early so you can go to his house.

A/N: My original post(s) that disappeared had links so you could see what I imagine Incubusrry’s house to look like but because I’m scared that it was a link that made my posts invisible, I won’t be sharing that with you 😢 So just imagine some very eclectic, expensive, and colorful decorations and furnishings and even walls. 10k words

Warning: This is dark!harry content and Harry's a demon so beware before reading on - check out all warnings in the TFMI masterlist. This post contains: SMUT (oral f&m receiving) & public indecency/slight exhibitionism

Part 5*

Part 6*

He was looking at you like you were nuts, “You… Just yesterday we… How can… I don’t understand, Y/n.” He put his hands in his hair and you took a deep breath. You hated this. Miguel was a nice guy but you realized that you really just didn’t have feelings for him like you thought you did. Because now that you’ve met Harry, everything is different. You still feel like the same person, just somehow… elevated now. Harry makes you feel things that Miguel never did in all the time you dated. You question whether or not you’re even sexually attracted to Miguel, because compared to Harry, well, there isn’t a comparison.

“I’m sorry Miguel. I really am. I just… I don’t know. I feel like I’m changing and I think I just want different things.” You kept your eyes on his. You felt bad, but not really as bad as you thought you would. Yes, it was hard to deal with Miguel’s emotions and you hated confrontation, but you just kept thinking about Harry and how you’d see him again tonight at your sister’s boyfriend’s show. And of course you couldn’t forget last night and the way you got yourself off by just rubbing yourself over him. The way Harry’s lips felt on yours, his hands…

It took some more minutes of explaining and listening before you left Miguel’s. He was not expecting it at all. And you didn’t have the courage to tell him that you were dating Harry now. He’d find out soon enough. Probably at church on Sunday. You sighed as you got into your Hyundai and drove off. Glendale traffic wasn’t bad because you left pretty early to talk to Miguel. You wanted to get it over with so you could focus on your date with Harry tonight.

Harry of course watched you breakup with Miguel. He expected that you’d be nervous and sad and probably hold off until the last second. But what actually happened was that you hopped out of bed at 7:30am with a large smile on your face. He watched you hum to yourself as you showered and then nearly skipped to your car before getting to Miguel’s by 8:30am so you could break him the bad news. Harry impressed by you. You were eager to end things with Miguel and you were happy. Harry was making you happy.

When you got back to your house you ran up to your bedroom and threw yourself back onto your bed with your cellphone in hand. You texted Harry right away.

To Harry: I broke up with Miguel. :) See you tonight at 8

Harry grinned. You were kind of cold about it, and Harry loved that. He figured that Miguel was a nobody anyway. Even if Harry had never come into the picture, it was never going to be Miguel. Nice guy. Not your type, Harry decided.

From Harry: How did he take it?

From Harry: Looking forward to seeing you tonight.

You looked at Harry’s texts and got up, not answering him right away. You turned on your radio and then opened your window, leaning out a bit. Your room really smelled like Harry. Not that you didn’t like the scent, you loved the scent actually, but you still couldn’t understand why you always smelled him now. You thought maybe opening a window might clear the room and you could feel like you weren’t losing your mind if the scent finally vanished. Your drapes fluttered with the breeze that came through from the outside and you did a few side steps to the beat of the music on the radio, dancing around your room a little. You sang a few of the lyrics to the chorus, the words you remembered, and then climbed back onto your bed to text Harry back.

To Harry: He wasn’t expecting it but he’ll be fine. I think he was mostly just confused.

To Harry: I’ve already got my outfit picked out for tonight. Do you drink alcohol?

You thought about how you didn’t really know certain things about Harry. Like his age for starters. He could be your age. He was probably a little older though. He seemed older. You didn’t know how many siblings he had, if any, and you didn’t know anything about his parents… Or if he had social media.

From Harry: He’ll be okay. I agree.

From Harry: I’ve got my outfit picked out too ;) and I drink alcohol occasionally. Why?

You glanced at your texts as you had the idea to see if you could find Harry on Instagram or Twitter, anything.

You typed in his name and searched. There was one Harry Styles on Instagram but the picture was of a brightly colored pillow that had the words Gucci stitched into the fabric. The account was private so you couldn’t confirm it was your Harry. Nothing on Facebook. Nothing on Twitter either.

You put his phone number into google search and came up empty. Then his number plus his name. The only results you got are those generic sites that tell you the first name and last initial plus the phone number, estimated age, and their location. Nothing more that is useful. Though you laugh when his age is estimated to be at 73 on one of the sites. Harry seems to be a bit of a ghost. But, now that you’re together, officially, you look forward to getting to know him. You plan on finding out everything about him.

To Harry: Because the band is playing at a bar. I was just curious. I don’t usually drink. Actually, I’ve never had alcohol.

You and Harry text one another throughout the day and you go back and forth on what you want to wear. You don’t have anything particularly scandalous in your closet to wear but something about Harry makes you want to be a little bit scandalous. But of course, the idea that your sister will be there tempers that thought.

You stick with your original outfit. The skirt is a little short and your black top skims the very top of the skirt’s waistband but it’s still mostly conservative and your sister probably wouldn’t say anything about it. Harry loves the outfit. Though, he honestly wouldn’t mind you wearing anything else. It truly didn’t matter what you wore. He’s seen you naked and he knows what lies beneath.

At 7:25pm you leave to drive to the Union House and text Harry and your sister that you’re on your way.

When you arrive, Harry’s already there and standing at the front. You are so excited to see him, even though you’d just seen him the night before. You wonder where the night will take you. You’d been thinking about it all day long.

Harry watched you park and grins to himself as you nearly jog toward him. You’re such an eager little thing.

Harry’s grin widens as you get closer to him and you notice how his gaze goes over your body, down your torso and to your legs and then back up. It makes you feel warm and excited the way he so obviously checked you out.

“Hi.” You say as you stop about a foot from him, still hesitant on everything, it’s all so new. But Harry isn’t having that and he reaches out to grasp your elbow and pulls you into his side, wrapping an arm around you.

“Hi.” He speaks back to you, his mouth in your hair, muffling his response. You sigh at the feel of him near again. You haven’t been in such a good mood in long time and it’s all because of Harry. Even though you just broke up with Miguel this morning, you can’t help how excited you feel.

You both enter the bar together and Harry takes your hand in his. You look around for Marianna but you don’t spot her right away. So you and Harry find a table at the side of the room, a round table with some bar stools surrounding it. The show will begin soon and the bar is already starting to feel quite crowded.

The music and chatter in the room is a little loud as you and Harry sit next to one another. Harry scoots himself directly next to you and presses his thigh against yours. To Harry this isn’t much of a move but he knows that to you, this probably feels like foreplay, which is exactly why he does it. He wants you aroused around him all the time because he loves the smell of you and he loves how your heart pounds in your chest and your breathing gets heavier. He wants it all.

Harry leans in so he can speak to you and so you can hear him, “Do you want anything to drink?”

You turn a little so you can respond, but Harry doesn’t move his face and it makes you laugh a little at the proximity. Harry smiles warmly at you and just waits for you to respond.

“Yeah, the server should come by, though. Every time we come here we get served at our table.” You smile at him and look down at his pink lips and the smirk on his face.

“Okay. We’ll just wait then. What will you have?” Harry speaks low and gets closer to you yet, his lips are so close to your ear that you can feel his breath over your skin. Goosebumps rise over your neck and you breathe him in.

“Maybe just a Sprite?” You have your head turned toward Harry again. You like the closeness. How his thigh is pressed to yours, how his warmth is radiating onto you, the way when he speaks into your ear his arm bumps into your shoulder and his breath falls down over your neck.

Just then your server arrives to take your drink order. Harry orders a Sprite for both of you.

You lean back into Harry, this time pressing your arm into his and intending to keep it there. You want to be as close to him as possible, “I thought you might order a drink, like a beer or something.”

Harry can see how you’ve shifted just enough that it makes your arm brush into his and so he puts his arm around you as he speaks closely again, “Don’t want to order any alcohol if you’re not going to be having some also.”

Harry’s warm arm draped over you feels so good and it almost makes you forget what you two were talking about. So instead of responding to him right away you just get lost in his gaze. He’s so handsome it almost hurts. You wiggle in your seat a bit and Harry smirks and licks his lips, looking down to yours briefly. He’d like to make out with you right here in this bar in front of everyone, which is such a juvenile thought to him at this point in his life, but he loves how your lips feel and the way you taste.

“Hey, Y/n!” You are pulled out of your reverie when you hear Marianna. She approaches the table with her eyes on Harry and then she looks at you with confusion. And in normal Marianna fashion asks, “Where’s Miguel?” She can be rude at times.

You sit up straight but your thigh stays glued to Harry’s and Harry removes his arm from your shoulder, bringing himself to sit forward, where he gently places his hand over your bare knee. You were prepared to answer Marianna with a bit of snark but as soon as Harry touched your knee you felt warm and your thoughts got a little fuzzy and so you suddenly didn’t care about Marianna’s lack of tact.

“I broke up with Miguel. Harry,” you turn to look at him and point at the girl with dark brown hair, “this is my sister, Marianna. Marianna, this is Harry, he’s my boyfriend.”

Marianna laughed and then eyeballed Harry for a moment before sticking her hand out, “Nice to meet you, Harry. Can I borrow my sister for a few minutes?”

Harry put his own hand out to shake Marianna’s and nodded, “Nice to meet you as well. And I would imagine that Y/n can answer whether or not she’d like to be borrowed. She doesn’t belong to me.”

Marianna caught on to Harry’s attitude and then looked to you with eyebrows raised.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, looking at Harry, “I’ll be right back.”

Marianna led you to the side of the stage where she stopped and turned to you with an unamused expression, “Who is that? You suddenly just have a new boyfriend? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Now is when you feel like responding with snark, “That, is Harry. He’s my boyfriend, maybe you didn’t hear the first time. And maybe it feels sudden to you, but I really like him and we just… anyway, why is it your business that I tell you everything about my personal life?” You cross your arms over your chest with a frown.

Marianna looks toward the table where Harry’s sitting and shakes her head, “Because you’ve never really done anything like this. It was shock when you started dating Miguel. This guy looks like, I don’t know… how well do you know him?” Marianna matches your guarded pose.

You cock your head to the side and just before you can speak, you watch the server bring your Sprite to the table, “My drink just got here. Are you gonna sit with us?” You decide not to answer her right now. You didn’t want to get into it and have her ruin your evening.

Marianna shook her head and uncrossed her arms, “I’ll sit with you. Obviously. I’m just curious about all this. I thought you and Miguel were doing okay…”

You put your hand up to suggest she stop talking about it as you turn to walk back to the table.

Sitting next to Harry again, you make sure that your thigh is against his as Marianna takes a stool from across the table.

When Harry places his hand over your knee again you finally feel that exciting and fuzzy sensation you’d experienced before Marianna arrived. Harry leans in to speak to you again as Marianna watches.

“Everything okay?” Harry heard everything (because of course he did). He knew you were fine and he liked how you displayed a bit of attitude to Marianna. But he would be wary of the sister.

“It’s fine. Marianna can be a… bitch sometimes.” You felt your face grow hot when you said the word bitch. You weren’t one to say bad words but sometimes Marianna was just awful to you. Your parents had you later in life and Marianna was jealous of you at times. She would never admit that but you knew she was. Sometimes you felt like you were from different planets. It was weird to you that you shared half of her DNA through your mother with her. You two couldn’t have been more opposite. Including the way you looked.

Harry chuckled and smiled at you. You felt his thumb run across your knee back and forth and you were instantly turned on. The gentle brush of the pad of his thumb over your knee was all it took and you began to secrete arousal. You hadn’t wet your panties just yet (which you knew was only just a matter of time because you’d gotten yourself wet around Harry every single time you were near him) but you could smell yourself. And so could Harry and this was exactly what he wanted. Not only did he adore your scent, he wanted you to want him like this. You were going to be his.

Marianna’s boyfriend, Duncan, appeared to the table in a rush. He was breathing a little hard, probably from the adrenaline of anticipating going on the stage. He ducked down to kiss Marianna on her cheek and waived at you, then nodded at Harry. He whispered something to Marianna and she smiled and looked down at her lap. Then Duncan kissed her cheek again and then he stood up waving at you and Harry again, “See you after Y/n… Miguel…” he nodded at Harry and then jogged off. The three of you laughed as Duncan joined the rest of the band on the stage. Duncan had met Miguel before and you’d all hung out together five or six times and yet somehow, Duncan thought Harry was Miguel. You aren’t that surprised. Duncan’s sweet, and handsome, but not quite the brightest. Usually has his head in the clouds a bit.

Once the band started, Marianna was occupied with keeping her eyes forward. So she didn’t notice it when Harry began to slide his hand up your thigh, just a little. He never went too high that you would feel like he was doing something too far outside of your boundaries. It was just enough. The perfect amount of pushing the envelope for you. And Harry knew this. He didn’t want to push you over the edge, but maybe just to the edge if he could. Make you want more, crave more, and soon have you begging him to do a little more.

And it worked well. His warm palm over your thigh, his thumb dragging along the soft inner part where your legs met. You couldn’t pay attention to anything going on in the room but Harry. The music was muffled, everyone’s faces were blurred, the smell and taste of your Sprite watered down… the only thing clear in your mind was Harry’s hand on your thigh and his presence enveloping your senses.

He watched you as you looked at the band play. He could tell you weren’t paying attention to the music. He saw your gaze turn into a far-off look as you softened and yielded to him, letting his hand smooth up your thigh, his thumb dragging along the inside so he was nearly grazing the seat below you.

You were fully aware of your own arousal. You couldn’t help yourself around him. You imagined the filthiest things about him, about him doing the filthiest things to you. It had you wiggling in your seat and biting your lip as you pretended to be into the music Duncan’s band was playing. You couldn’t care less about Duncan and his band. You were beginning to feel yourself desire Harry in a way you’d never desired anyone before.

The band started another song and you adjusted yourself in your seat, your thigh still pressed against Harry’s, but you spread your legs apart as you adjusted yourself, allowing for Harry’s hand to slip further down toward the stool under your leg, so now his palm was cupping the inside of your thigh. You squeezed your thighs back together and looked at Harry.

Harry licked his lips and looked down at you, his eyes searching your face, lingering at your lips for a moment, “You like my hand here.” He squeezed again as he said the word here.

You breathed out heavy through your nose and with your eyes still on Harry’s, smiled and nodded, “Mmhmm.” You felt nervous and light headed. You looked at Marianna and then back to Harry with a look of expectation.

Harry leaned in close to you after taking a quick glance at Marianna, and then kissed the edge of your lips. You were nearly panting for the man. You watched him as he sat back up after that tease of a kiss and then put your own hand on Harry’s inner thigh.

Harry squished his brows up for a second in confusion and titled his head and looked at your with a smirk, “I like when you touch me, Y/n. You can touch me anywhere you want.”

You laughed and looked down at where his hand was on your leg. Harry’s thumb was over the top part of your thigh but the rest of his hand was squished between your legs and the stool under you.

“Well, not here obviously…” you look around the room and shake your head at Harry’s comment about touching him anywhere you want.

At this point, you and Harry were seated very close so it was easy to hear one another, “Why not?” Harry spoke into your ear, his nose nudging at your cheek. You closed your eyes at the feel of him so close.

“Because we’re in a bar. In public.” You open your eyes and look at Harry with incredulity.

Harry just shrugged and kept his cocky grin on his face, “Mmmm… you sure you wouldn’t like a little sneaky something under the table?” He edged his palm up your thigh, just the tiniest bit, but enough that you got the hint. He was moving toward the bottom hem of your skirt. If he traveled any further up he’d be slipping his hand under the flower patterned fabric.

You just stared at Harry in disbelief, but underneath it you were intrigued. Harry could tell you were because you had the slightest upturn of your mouth in a smile, though you were trying to use your façade of disbelief to make it seem like you weren’t considering it. So, Harry wiggled his pinky finger under your thigh and stretched his digit a little closer toward your panties.

You inhaled a sharp breath through your nose and the look in your eyes told Harry you wanted it, “No one would even know, angel. We could get away with almost anything here.” He looked around the room and then back to you. You had the smallest smile on your face and you seemed lost in contemplation as you could do nothing but just look at Harry. Did you want to do something like this? It sounded fun, especially because it would be with Harry. But you had your doubts that you would actually get away with something like that. When you looked down to your lap, though, you realized that no one could really see you under the table. No one would know…

“What would you do?” You questioned the man who hadn’t taken his eyes off you.

“Maybe I could move my hand a little higher like this…” he spoke low into your ear as he slid his hand further up your thigh until it was hidden under your skirt, “rub you right here, where it felt really good for you last night.”

You gasped quietly as you felt Harry’s finger brush over the front of your panties. Your mouth dropped open at the feel and how scandalous this was.

“I can either just do it like this,” he said as he flicked his fingers over you, “or if you want, I can move your panties to the side and really make you feel it.” He nudged his fingers toward the edge of the crotch of your panties where he could just push them out of the way. You felt his finger at the crease of your thigh and the way he was looking at you made you want to relent. You wanted to know what it would feel like to have his fingers on you, with no clothes in between.

You looked at Marianna who was watching the band and then back to Harry, “Okay. Yeah. I want to feel it.”

Harry kept his eyes on yours as he moved the fabric of your panties to the side. He was not exactly expecting you’d give in to him here at the bar, but he would make sure he gave you what you wanted. With your pussy uncovered, Harry slid a finger very gently upward over your labia. Your eyes widened at the feel because it was really happening, right here in public, under a bar table.

“Why are you so wet, Y/n?” Harry’s mouth was watering already. He wished he could just climb under the table and get on his knees for you, eat you and lick you up.

You laughed at Harry’s question but then he pushed his fingers into your crease and began dragging his fingers over you with more pressure, barely grazing over your clit before sliding his finger back down again. That stopped your laugh and had your mind blank for a moment.

“Did you hear me? Why are you so wet?” Harry couldn’t really finger you how he wanted in this position without people noticing so he could really only use his pinky and ring finger to rub over you, but he could get you worked up.

“Um… come on, Harry. You know why.” You felt your cheeks get warm as Harry rubbed up and down over you. His movements were slow and you knew this might be as much as he could realistically do to you under the table with the way his hand was angled. You suddenly wished you were alone with him so he could show you more.

“Mmm… I do know why. It’s because you like me. Your body is reacting to the way you feel when you’re near me.” And with that he dug his fingers in closer to apply more pressure. He found your clit again and focused on that, his pinky and ring finger dragging over it, up and down.

You nodded and bit your lip. You looked around the bar and at the band playing but nothing registered to you except Harry and his fingers.

Harry decided he’d ask you to come over to his house after this. He wanted to see if you’d let him do more. Though he was having fun touching you under the table in a public place. And you were surprised how much you enjoyed it as well. Who knew doing something so sinful would be so fun?

Harry’s generous strokes over you had you pink in the face and the stool under you wet and sticky. You leaned forward and put your elbows on the table, spreading your legs a little more.

“Can I bring you to my house when we’re done here?” Harry asked.

You moaned and nodded, “Yes.” Was all you could get out. Everything around you was fuzzy and soft and muffled.

“So nice and wet for me. Wish I could clean you up with my tongue. Would you like that, Y/n? My mouth on your pussy and fingers inside of you?” Harry continued lazily swiping up down over you, but he kept most of his focus over your clit. His fingers were drenched.

You nodded again and even though Harry knew you were turned on he didn’t expect for you to be as enthusiastic as you were about being snacked on. But it seems you wanted it.

“You want that? Would you like me to show you what it feels like when I get you to my house?” Harry kept his face near yours and you turned to look at him. Of course you wanted that. With Harry, you wanted that. Not with anyone else. Just Harry.

So, you nodded again and wiggled into Harry’s fingers a little with your mouth hung open, “Yeah.”

Harry closed his eyes for a moment to internally celebrate your willingness to try it. He would be having you so soon. He knew that once he’d gotten you that far, it was only a matter of time until you’d let him stick his cock inside of you.

“It’s gonna feel so good. Gonna have you coming all over my face. Gonna eat you up and swallow it all down. I just know you’ll taste so good.” Harry groaned when you rocked forward into his hand. Hearing Harry’s words mixed with the way his fingers felt over you, and how he practically gazed into your soul every time he looked at you made you tremble in excitement. You were nearly shaking.

“Put them inside. I want to feel it.” You whispered to Harry and looked at him with your big innocent eyes. Harry looked at you in astonishment. He continues to be surprised by you and he would never dream of telling you no.

So, with his eyes on yours and his body turned into you, practically casting a shadow over you with how he was sitting, he brought a finger to your entrance, “One finger to start, okay?”

When you nodded with your eyebrows raised in anticipation, Harry slowly entered you and your jaw went totally slack. Harry had to switch the position of his hand so he finger you under the table. With his middle finger inside of you, he kept the heel of his palm pressed over and rubbing into your clit.

You smiled and nodded at Harry as he smiled and nodded back at you, “Do you want me to make you orgasm right here in front of your sister?” Harry’s dimples made all of this seems so much more innocent than it really was.

“Yeah. Make me come.” You looked at Marianna and realized she had just averted her gaze from the two of you. She had been looking. But had she seen anything? You almost didn’t care.

Harry dropped his mouth to yours and kissed you on your lips quickly. But then he began using his fingers very skillfully inside and outside of you. His middle finger was stroking something nice inside of you but it was his palm at your clitoris that felt like magic.

“Got my whole hand wet, baby. Fuck, I bet I could slip another finger in. Want another one?” His once light green eyes were now mostly dark pupil at this point and you could tell he was excited by what he was doing. You nodded and held your breath when he removed his finger and then prodded at you again, dipping two inside. It didn’t feel bad. You were a little nervous to feel two of his fingers, but you could handle it.

When he began pumping, as much as he could with the way his palm was angled, you wanted so badly to feel his lips on yours again.

Harry saw the pained look on your face and stopped moving his fingers, “Does this hurt?”

You shook your head and put your hand over his to keep it in place, “No. I feel so good. It’s okay. But can you kiss me? Just a quick one before Marianna looks back over here.”

Harry smirked and continued petting your inner walls with his fingers as he bent down and pressed his lips to yours. He quickly stroked his tongue over your lips and then sucked your bottom lip into his mouth before sitting back up before your sister could see the display.  

You started feeling the familiar sparkle of an orgasm as you nudged your clit against Harry’s palm a little harder. Harry sucked in a sharp breath as he watched you fuck yourself on his hand. He willed his erection to stay down, as much as possible. You were making it a challenge but he was determined to get you out of here and bring you back to his place. Maybe you’d even help him get off too.

The band finished off another song and Marianna turned to look at you and Harry again. Marianna wasn’t sure about who Harry was, but she recognized how attractive he was. But she wasn’t a fan of whatever was going on across the table from her. She couldn’t quite tell what was going on but she was aware something was going on.

Harry noticed the sudden change in Marianna and he slowed down his fingers and leaned away a bit, to make it appear like nothing was wrong. Of course, you weren’t aware and you pouted at Harry and just as you were about to ask him what was wrong you noticed that he was looking at your sister.

You redirected your gaze to her and she had her eyes squinted looking at you and then to Harry. The look she gave you meant she saw or thought she saw something and it had you straightening up fast.

Harry slowly removed his fingers from you and gave Marianna an obnoxious smile complete with dimples. You really wanted to adjust your panties back into place now that Harry’s fingers were removed and Harry really wanted to lick you off of his hand but he decided you’d probably not appreciate that much right in front of your sister.

You raised your eyebrows at your sister and then grabbed Harry’s arm to pull him closer so you could speak into his ear, “Let’s get out of here.”

You didn’t have to say it twice. Harry was standing up from his stool and helping you off yours before you’d even let go of his arm.

Marianna furrowed her brow and stood as she watched what she assumed was the two of you leaving.

“Are you going already?” She said already as if you two didn’t stay for nearly the entire set.

You nodded and gave Marianna a small hug, “Yeah, headed out now. Um… see you on Sunday? Will you be at church?”

Marianna’s expression seemed wary. She looked at Harry and then back to you, “Yeah, if I don’t get called in for work I will be.”

You nodded and waved and Harry smiled and waved as you two made a hasty exit.

Harry finally allowed himself to indulge in your taste all over his hand.

“Mmm… fucking taste really good. I can’t wait to get it all over my face.” Harry looked at you as he licked his digits.

You still weren’t used to hearing the sort of dirty things that Harry would say, but you did like it. You gasped at Harry’s words and acted as if what he’d said was a shock and Harry laughed.

“Don’t pretend to be all innocent after I just had my fingers inside of you under that table in there. You liked it.” Harry laughed. And you did like it. More than you understood. And now, that you’d been denied an orgasm, when you felt yourself so close, you just wanted to get back to Harry’s so you could continue where you’d left off.

You looked around the parking lot and Harry kept a hand on your forearm as he pulled you toward his black Land Rover. He unlocked the door and opened the passenger side for you as you quickly jumped in and buckled yourself up.

Harry didn’t live far, but he did live in an area you’d considered expensive. It was the part of town not far from the college but closer to the central part of the city. The houses were larger with nice cars in driveways and big yards.

The front of Harry’s house was impressive. It was a modern Spanish colonial style. He didn’t have the biggest house on the street, but it was far bigger than your parent’s house. He parked along the front driveway and you looked all around. It didn’t look like a young bachelor’s home. Which just added to the fact that you needed to start asking some questions about him, because you also didn’t even know what he did for a living.

The interior of his home was not what you were expecting, even more so than the exterior. Inside was colorful and filled with expensive looking furniture and paintings. Harry watched you take it all in. He was rather proud of the house (but this was just one of many) and his interior design selections.

“Do you like it?” Harry asked you.

“It’s big. You have some really cool stuff in here. Wow…” and then you walked into what looked like a second living room area and you saw the bright pillows and a couple had Gucci sewn on them. So, that was Harry’s Instagram page, you thought to yourself. You picked up a pillow and turned to him, “I found your Instagram page. I know it’s you now.” You lifted the pillow up and smiled. Harry knew what you were referring to. He rarely used Instagram, other than for his own curious information gathering.

“Yeah, we’ll have to follow each other now.” He joked. He didn’t mind you following him but you’d be disappointed when you saw how little there was on his page. Harry watched you for a moment longer before his long legs brought him behind you as you continued looking around. He gently placed his palms over your shoulders and ducked down to kiss the back of your neck after moving your hair away.

This got your attention and you sat the pillow down on the red velvet couch that looked like no one ever sat on it and turned to him. Your heart was pounding. You were really going to do this. With Harry. But his face and his warmth made you feel relaxed and comforted.

Harry tilted his head and looked at your lips as he pressed his over yours. You were quick to put your hands in his hair and he scooped you into his body and then moved you onto the couch with the Gucci pillows. Your back hit the pile of pillows and Harry kept his mouth over yours, soft lips, wet and warm tongue.

Your panties were still wet from what Harry had done to you at the bar and when he slowly moved his hand up your thigh again and his finger grazed over the fabric he paused and you could feel the smile on his mouth before he continued the movement of his lips on yours.

You shifted your hips as Harry grasped onto one of your thighs, spreading your legs apart before squishing your flesh under his fingers, “Y/n…” your name came out of his mouth in a whimper as he kneeled onto the floor between your legs, “can I put my mouth on you? Please?” He asked as he rubbed over your wet panties in between kisses.

You did want him to and there was something about how desperate he seemed as well that made you want to comfort him, to let him have what he wanted out of pity. Harry sat back onto the back of his shins with his eyes on yours and his face set in a serious expression.

You smiled, “Yes.” You saw something dark flash in Harry’s eyes and over his face, but it was brief and it you doubted you’d seen it after all. Harry’s features wouldn’t just suddenly shift. Perhaps a light above flickered out, casting a shadow over him. But before your brain could digest your thoughts Harry was pushing your skirt up and putting his fingers into the top band of your panties as he slowly began to slide the material down your legs and over your shoes before dropping them to the floor. He lifted your right leg, removing your shoe from your foot and then doing the same to your left foot.

His hands smoothed up your inner thighs and he pushed your legs apart as his long fingers brushed over your labia. He took slow strokes over the top at first and you watched him as he touched over you.

He slid his thumb over your slit and pushed your arousal through your crease and his mouth dropped open as he lowered himself down to you. When you finally felt his mouth on you there was a shock in your core. You immediately let out a soft moan and leaned back into the cushions that were softer than you imagined they’d be.

Harry licked at you and fed. Your flavor was so good. He was brought back to the night he did this to you just days ago. But now you could moan and whimper and cry out as loud as you wanted to. So, he lifted his face to speak.

“I want you to tell me what feels good. Moan and be loud for me, okay? Show me how good I make you feel.” He reached up to take your hand in his and as he lowered himself back down to you, he placed your hand in his hair for you to hold on to. You were quick to take the hint. When he began sucking gently at you, your fingers in his hair became tighter.

You wiggled under Harry’s hold and the feel of his tongue on you. You let yourself moan and whine at the sensation. You weren’t sure how to tell him what felt good. You were pretty sure he was doing exactly what felt good in your body. And come to think of it, it felt quite a lot like your dream felt.

You grasped onto Harry’s hair with both hands when Harry dug into you further, his tongue running up and down your labia and then dipped his tongue into you, drinking you in.

Harry lifted his face and gently took your hands out of his hair, “Can I take your top off?” He kneeled up and put his hands on the couch on both sides of your thighs, leaning in to kiss your neck. He knew that if he kissed your neck you’d probably let him do almost anything. He learned this quickly about you, your neck being your weak spot. So as he brushed his lips at your pulse point and licked over your skin you nodded, “Yes…”

Harry smiled and sat back, putting his hands at the bottom of your little t-shirt and began to drag it up causing you to lift your arms. When he pulled the material over your head, it messed up your hair a little and Harry was quick to put his hands through your strands to smooth it out as he looked down at the black bra that covered your breasts.

He could hear your heart pounding, as he lowered his mouth over the swell of your skin that wasn’t covered by your bra. He gave soft, open mouthed kisses to your flesh and it had you panting. The way Harry’s hands held on to your ribs under your breasts, how he was still knelt between your legs, his hips flush to the couch, his small groans, his dark curls tickling at you… Harry was just like he was in your dream.

You sat up a bit, causing Harry to remove his mouth from your skin.

“Um… I want to see you too. But, maybe we can go to your bed? If that’s okay? Uh… I don’t like want to have sex but I think… a bed would be nice?” You liked what Harry was doing to you in his living room on the couch but you wanted to see him and finish this in his bed where there’s likely to be more space. You were curious if real Harry was anything like dream-Harry in appearance. Your mouth nearly watered at the thought of seeing Harry’s dick in real life. You were hyper aware of the very decent sized mass pressing into the crotch of his pants. You wanted to unzip him and pull him out, let him breathe a little.

Harry smiled and a dimple appeared, “Of course. Should have taken you there in the first place. You deserve a nice soft, bed underneath you while I taste your pussy.”

You giggled at Harry’s lewd remark. He helped you stand and smoothed his hands down over your arms and dipped in to kiss you again with his warm mouth devouring yours and it made you wobbly. You couldn’t believe you were doing any of this but you also decided you wanted it more than almost anything else.

You followed Harry upstairs to his room. His home was so nice, high ceilings, expensive looking furniture and art all over. He certainly wasn't shy to use color everywhere you looked.

In his bedroom, once again, his design taste followed in there as well. The room was slightly less colorful than the living room, but still not what you'd expected. You felt a little exposed with no panties and no shirt but when you turned after hearing Harry close his door you watched him take his own shirt off.

You gasped a bit louder than intended when you saw his torso and his body with all his dark tattoos, and how well built he was under everything. But you were mostly surprised because this was exactly how you dreamed him. From the butterfly under his pecs, down to the fern tattoos on his hips.

"This is going to sound crazy, and I don't quite understand it..." you spoke as you stared at Harry's broad chest while he walked toward you undoing his belt, "but, you look exactly like my dream. You know the one we talked about... uh... like, kind of weird."

Harry stopped and looked down at himself, "I look weird?"

"No! I mean, it's weird how I dreamt these exact tattoos on you. I dreamt of everything. Like, I don't understand how my dream mind could have come up with this." You were at a total loss. You loved dream-Harry's body and all his tattoos and you hadn't stopped thinking about him from your dream, the way his body looked. But this was too eerie.

Harry smirked and bit his lip and finished removing his belt as he inched his way to you, "You look exactly like what I dreamed too. Maybe we just have a psychic connection somehow." He stopped in front of you and put his hands over your tummy and slid them up to your bra and then brought them out to your arms, nudging you toward his bed.

Harry didn't want you to think about that too much. He felt that at this point, you hadn't been under his spell at all when he ate you out in your bedroom the first time. You were lucid and aware but you had convinced yourself it was a dream. And now you remembered details that a dream-state wouldn't usually let you remember.

You fell into Harry's bed and giggled at his pushiness. He climbed over you and unbuttoned his pants and then pushed your skirt up again. Before he could get his mouth back on your pussy like he was so desperate for you sat up and pushed at his shoulder, "Will you take your pants off? Please. I... would feel better, um... because it looks painful." You motion toward where his obvious erection is still trying to burst from his pants.

Harry isn't a sentimental man. He's been around far too long to hang on to things like that and to feel something deeper than just primal need for anyone is strange for him. But you have somehow dug your way under the surface of his well-kept barrier. And your request to him almost sounded like a demand lined with concern and he was stunned for a moment. You didn't know that he was internally struggling with his feelings. But he did encounter a struggle when you spoke those words to him.

With his eyes on yours, he stood from the bed and pushed his pants down his long legs and then put his fingers into the band of his boxer-briefs, "Want these off of me too?"

You nodded and then quickly put your arms behind your back to unclip your bra. So you'd be bare for him as well. If he was going to be fully nude, you could let your boobs out. It felt so vulnerable to be sitting on Harry's bed like you were. With your eyes on his as he brought his underwear down his legs you blinked at the sight. Exactly like what you'd dreamed. Odd.

You tossed your bra to the floor and sat up on your knees as Harry crawled up toward you. He put his large palms over your breasts and gently massaged both and your breathing deepened at the feel. He lowered himself to lick and suck on your right nipple and pushed you down so your back was flat. Harry settled in between your legs as he tongued at your skin and nibbled on your nipples.

“Oh, god…” you breathed out and put your hands into Harry’s hair, knowing he liked that. You parted your legs further, allowing Harry more access. When he moved to your left nipple you felt the coolness over your right one as the moisture from his saliva blotted your flesh, causing it to pebble.

Harry slotted himself into you, pressing himself right over where he wanted so desperately to be inside of you. You gasped again, something you couldn’t help because everything Harry was doing to you caused you a startle and ignited in you a deep need.

When you felt his dick, solid and warm, sat directly over your pussy your ears heated and your chest felt on fire. He was gentle and moved himself with caution over you but it created a sudden urge of something absolutely sinful and lustful in your body, but you did well to suppress it (well, mostly suppressed).

Harry continued kissing over you and pressing himself on you. He knew you liked it when you rutted your hips upward toward him. The slickness of your arousal dotting his cock, making him feel feral and a bit uncontrolled, but he kept himself sane. He had to remove his lips from your breasts so he could lower his mouth back over you. If he stayed with his prick pressed over your pussy for much longer he was likely to just hold you down and fuck you right there. Especially because he knew you liked it and that made him wild.

When his lips were back on your clit you closed your eyes and whispered his name into the thick air. Your fingers were wound tightly into his curls and when Harry dipped two fingers inside of your entrance and slurped you into his mouth you yelped and nodded when he looked at you. Harry’s mouth curved up in a smile with his lips still on you and his long digits pumping into you.

You weren’t really able to articulate anything to Harry except with gasps and moans and the occasional groaning of his name. And Harry knew what you meant exactly. You were quite a lot more in tune with your sexual side than you realized. Every time Harry looked up to you to check in, you’d somehow just know to look down at him in that moment and it confirmed to Harry he was making you feel good. He really preferred to hear how good he was doing with words but having you speechless was a pretty good indicator as well.

Harry hummed over your clit before harshly sucking it into his mouth and you whimpered and then moaned loudly at the sensation. You threw your head back when the tingles of your orgasm began to spark through you unexpectedly. It was intense and overwhelming and unexpected but when it started to take over you suddenly couldn’t stop yourself from expressing how good you felt.

“Oh god! Yes… oooh! Yes! Harry! Fuuu…” of course you couldn’t bring yourself to say that last word fully, but you were close and Harry felt your legs shaking and your cunt squeezing over his fingers as your orgasm spilled out.

You were loud and wiggly and Harry was nearly coming from your taste alone. He ate you in and licked over you as your climax erased your thoughts. You were pulling Harry’s hair so hard he felt the burn on his scalp and reveled in the way it hurt.

When Harry gently pulled his fingers out of you, you panted and sighed in relief with your eyes closed. Your body felt warm and exhausted and happy.

Harry kissed your naval because it was so cute and then he sat up and looked down at his masterpiece. He created this moment, this look on you. Your chest dramatically rising and falling and face flushed, your breasts soft with hard nipples at the peak and goosebumps covered your sides and your arms, causing the fine hairs to stand… A masterpiece for sure.

When you opened your sweet eyes and looked up at Harry he was pumping himself slowly, his large palm wrapped around his large cock. You sat up and put your hand out toward him but before touching him you spoke, “Can I do anything? I want to help you.”

Harry slowed down his strokes and shook his head in amazement at you, “If you want. What did you have in mind?”

You shrugged and kneeled up to your knees and touched the very tip of his penis and then looked up at him, “I don’t know. I can lick you too, if you want.”

Harry grinned and sat back, spreading his legs and pulled you with him so you were sat between his thighs.

“Lick away. However you want.”

You’d never done anything like this so you didn’t even know where to start. But you were determined and so you leaned down to him and kissed the tip of prick and looked up at him with a sheepish smile before pressing your lips along the frenulum. Harry keened and sucked in a sharp breath as he watched you. You drew your tongue around the head and Harry groaned as he watched you lick down his shaft until you met his pubic hair and then drew your tongue back up over him.

You wrapped your fist around his base (as much as you could, he was quite thick) and then covered his tip with your mouth. You looked up at him sucked on his tip and Harry’s face was slack, his jaw dropped, eyes hooded and heavy.

“Fuck baby. Do it how you want. Love those soft lips on me like this. Take your time.”

You felt your cheeks burn with his words and you chuckled a little, but the sound was muffled as your mouth was occupied. And Harry feeling your muffled laugh over his tip tensed. It was… what could he say other than heavenly?

Your saliva dripped down over him as you began to suckle and draw him in a little more. You didn’t really know what you were doing but you knew a few things and understood the idea of what probably felt good on a penis. So you licked and nursed his head into your mouth and began to slide your palm over his shaft.

Harry’s own moans were encouraging, and his dirty words were embarrassing but you liked it.

“Fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth like this, Y/n. Never had head so good before, baby. Just like that…” Harry was trying hard not to cram his cock down your throat. He’d get you there another time. He didn’t want to scare you but part of him thought you might actually like it.

You popped your mouth off of his tip and Harry watched as strings of your saliva stayed attached from his cock to your lips.

“I like how you taste.” Was all you said and Harry’s ears began to ring when he felt the familiar edging of his climax moving into his balls. He was surprised at how close he was and so suddenly. You were like a little magic nymph or something. He’d never been so easy to finish off, yet here you were, being gentle and sweet with his cock (which he usually wasn’t a fan of) and making him tremble under your innocence.

You put your lips back over his tip and swiped your tongue around and hummed at him when you met his eyes. Your hand continued pumping him and Harry very softly lifted his hips toward you when he felt he could burst.

“Fuck. I… I’m about to come, honey. You want it in your mouth? Want to swallow me down?”

You kept your mouth around tip and nodded with your eyes on him. Harry groaned and squeezed his eyes closed, his jaw clenched. You were already willing to take his come down your throat and Harry couldn’t believe his luck with you. A sweet innocent virgin girl wanting to get her throat coated with the devil’s come (well, technically you didn’t know he was a demon just yet).

When you tasted the start of Harry’s orgasm it wasn’t bad. It reminded you of warm melted butter that was salted, but without the dairy flavor. It didn’t taste like much really. You swallowed and continued stroking his shaft as you suckled his head.

But suddenly, the small taste you got became warm squirts and flooded your mouth. You swallowed what you could, letting it slide down your throat but some of his come dripped from your lips and glazed over Harry’s cock.

Harry grasped his comforter in his hands (he really wanted to grab your hair and shove you down his shaft but he had to control himself) as he came into your mouth. He watched as you did take him a little deeper and his come dribbled down your chin and over his shaft. He could make no noise other than to groan and whimper. You had him coming hard and he couldn’t wrap his brain around how quickly you’d done it.

When you’d felt the last of Harry’s sperm spurt from his tip and he seemed to relax under your touch you drew your mouth off him and sat back as you wiped your face with a smile.

Harry popped an eye open and peeked at you smiling down at him. His own smile spread over his face and he sat up to grab your wrist, yanking you down over him.

“Best head I’ve ever had. You made me come quicker than I’ve ever come in all my life.” And it was true, even if you felt he was only saying that to make you feel good.

You breathed out a laugh and pressed your cheek firmly over his left pec, which was warm and soft. Harry’s scent was so nice and it made you feel so attached to him somehow. You’d been smelling him for days even when he wasn’t around, but now you just wanted to bottle him up and keep it with you all the time.

“Me too.” You laughed at your joke. Obviously Harry was the best head you’d ever had, he was the only one who’d ever done it to you.

Harry chuckled and reached down to your bum to lift your skirt (which was the only piece of clothing that hadn’t come off of you) and pinched your butt.

You jumped and yelped and tried to reach down to pinch at Harry’s bottom but he was flat on his back so you settled for pinching over his thigh. Harry laughed and swatted at you and you gasped.

You lifted your head to look at him, you were both grinning and red in the face. Harry kept his palm on your ass and smiled at you, “Could you stay the night with me? Would your parents mind?”

You bit your lip and thought for a moment. You could obviously lie to your parents, but it wasn’t something you really did much. You hated lying in general and normally you’d easily say no to something like this (not that you’d ever been in this type of circumstance). But you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay with Harry and lie in his arms and laugh with him and pinch his thigh while he swatted your bum. You couldn’t believe yourself, but you knew this was different. Harry was different and so you nodded with a smile.

“I just have to think of a lie.” You lowered your head back down to Harry’s chest and closed your eyes.

Harry smiled to himself. He was feeling the most content he’d felt in many long years. He liked you a lot. More than he intended. But this was different. You were different.

“I’ll help you come up with a lie.” And so, Harry did because he was an expert at lying and deceiving and your parents were none-the-wiser.

Part 7*

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You Pull It Into Your Lungs

Tell me why I logged in to web today and my theme was no longer what I set it as?? Tumblr, please. I love you but we can't keep doing this. Anyhow, it's here! Part II of The Saltwater Beckons. Hopefully it makes sense, during this chapter I was just trying to set up a very obvious plot conflict for later.

This fic is for: anyone who can handle it! It is going to be more self-indulgent than my others, but I'm going to make a very serious effort to not describe any bits when we get to that point. While I myself am black, there are also no allusions to skin color (ex. "cheeks turned red/pink") in this either, although there could be.

TW for: injury, blood mention, bruises, lots of weird speculation about non-human sentient species, crude flirting (if you squint), some primal stuff but it's not written in a sexy way, Floyd and Jade Leech because they freak me out and I know I'm not the only one. They might be a bit OOC in this, I'm working on it.

The prefect was lucky that Floyd didn’t barge into the shower while they were ridding their body of saltwater and blood. The bite on their shoulder stopped bleeding after a bit of pressure. It was odd that it didn’t stop bleeding faster, like puncture wounds tend to, but it had already begun bruising, darker patches mottling the skin around the bite like some kind of warped galaxy picture. 

They sighed and got dressed, surprised to see Floyd, still wet, waiting boredly for them at the door of the natatorium.

“I thought you left.” They said, a cordiality underlying the bluntness.

His hair dripped on his collar  and he was leaning somewhat awkwardly on the doorframe, looking at them as though they’d told him the moon was made of cheese, “No. Let’s go.”

Floyd was walking a little strangely, stumbling every few steps and losing his balance, sort of like a toddler learning to walk. They watched for a moment, sort of confused.

“Are you… Why are you walking like that?”

“Shrimpy,” Floyd giggled, halting his movements so abruptly that it was unnatural and turning slightly to look at them. It was less of a beginning of a sentence and more of a warning. 

That primal part of their brain screamed. 

“Let’s just get you home and then you can keep trying to think.” He said, turning on his heel and walking. 

Over time, despite the journey from the natatorium to Ramshackle being short, he did improve in his gait, but it wasn’t until they remembered that he’d been in the water that they realized why he was having issues walking now.

They felt silly for not realizing earlier. 

Floyd opened the door to Ramshackle. The prefect never locked it when they went anywhere, since they didn’t have a key for the front door, and who locks a dorm building anyway? They walked up the stairs, took another shower to rid themself of the saltwater feeling, changed into their pajamas, then decided they wanted some tea. When they went downstairs, Floyd was still standing there, playing with various things in the living room.

The only sensible thing they could think of doing was screaming in terror and dashing around the corner. What was he still doing here?! They thought they were alone.

Floyd didn’t pursue, which was something of a surprise. From their spot in the hallway leading to several dust filled rooms, they heard Floyd’s lazy drawl.

“It’s cute how you wanna play, but I’m not in the mood for hide and seek right now. Come over here.” It was less of a request and more of an insistent statement. Not quite a demand. Almost there, though.

The prefect slowly exited their shoddy hiding spot and Floyd’s mismatched eyes were pinning them to the floor almost immediately. He smirked, breaking into a toothy grin as his eyes dragged up and down their form.

“Hmm. I don’t know why I thought you’d have sexier pajamas.” He said before turning back to the knick-knacks over the hearth. He plucked one of them up and looked at it curiously, “What’s this supposed to be?”

He threw it at them with his underhand. They narrowly dodged and the knick-knack made a heavy thunk as it dented the wood floor.

“You could have hurt me! And… I think it’s a whole avocado, but made of brass?” The prefect said, picking the heavy thing up. Crowley was gonna kill them if he ever noticed that spot on the floor. “And what do you mean, ‘sexier pajamas’?”

Floyd snickered as they got closer to him, sliding the brass avocado back onto the hearth. They looked up at him and he responded by slinging an arm around their shoulders.

“I dunno, Shrimpy,” he slurred, leaning far too close to their face as he hooked a finger in their shirt and yanked on it, “Land people are so uptight about wearin’ lots of clothes. The sexiest thing you could wear to sleep is nothing, like me.”

The prefect absolutely didn’t need to know this information. The revelation set a hot burn in their cheeks as their eyes widened, and Floyd spun them out of his grasp, giggling.

“Heehee… it’s so cute that Shrimpy is shy. Well, see ya.”

“Huh?”

“What, you want me to stay the night?”

“Oh! No.”

“Mmm-hmm. Grim’ll be back in the morning. Night.”

And with that, Floyd strolled out of the doors of Ramshackle. The prefect watched him go, grabbed a nice little midnight snack, then went back upstairs and slept.

Their dreams were fitful. The sting in their shoulder didn’t really ease as they woke up every few hours. The moonlight was blinding as they tried to sleep. Without Grim, it was too quiet. Perhaps it would be worth it to ask the ghosts to make some noise, but a glance at the clock revealed that it was around three, so they’d likely all be busy. It was a shame. Usually by now they’d be awake anyways because he had his claws out and was digging his feet into their back, mumbling in his sleep about how powerful he was. It was annoying, but it was familiar.

And familiar was not something they had often in this world.

~*~

The next day, as the prefect was wandering in the halls, lost as they tried to remember how to get to the mess hall, they bumped into a familiar chest.

“Oof!”

“Why, good afternoon, prefect. Where are your friends?” Jade smiled kindly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It never did.

“Oh, I stayed back so I could get my ‘special student work.’ Because I’m not magic.” They looked up at Jade, “They’re at lunch.”

“Oh, really?” He used that coddling tone he adopted with Floyd sometimes, “And why aren’t you with them?”

“I got lost.”

Jade laughed, somehow politely. His gloved hand curled into an elegant fist covered his lips as he giggled, eyes closed in mirth. The prefect laughed along for a moment and then began walking past him, and his eyes flashed open. He stared straight ahead for a moment, his brow furrowing ever so slightly before he grabbed the prefect’s arm and dragged them into a nearby empty classroom.

“Uh… Jade?” They mumbled. “What’s gotten into…?”

Jade hastily loosened their tie and ripped their shirt open, somehow without snapping any buttons off before he tapped his nose against the crook of their neck, taking in a deep draw of air.

Although merfolk, beastmen, and fae did not exist in their world, as far as it had been explained to them, things like this should not happen. They should not be getting pulled into an isolated place and… smelled. They very gently eased their hands onto Jade’s shoulders and he tightened his grip on their shoulders, enough to make them wince.

“Jade, what’s going on?”

Jade leaned up to his full height. He wasn’t smiling. His face had fallen into a very tense frown, and it made their blood run cold. He carefully tugged the clothing from their bitten shoulder off, sucked his teeth, then  buttoned their shirt and retied their tie. When he was done, he grabbed them by the upper arm and silently walked them to the mess hall. Once there, he turned to them and regarded them.

His smile twitched back into place and he sighed, “My brother. Heh. Always so hasty.”

“What?”

“Your friends are waiting for you, prefect. Enjoy your lunch.”

They walked in, as he said. Generally, the non-human interactions they had with their fellow students were benign, such as Grim falling asleep if they pet him for too long, or Leona’s voice being growly, but that… that was strange. The prefect took a seat with Ace, Deuce, and Grim, glancing at the doorway. 

Jade was no longer there, but the bite from Floyd somehow stung worse than the moment they got it.

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[smaptain-smerica]

Beauty School Dropout - Part V

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Female!Reader

Summary: When Bradley is called back to Top Gun, he is reunited with a long lost friend from high school. Through their strenuous time leading up to the mission, the two friends relationship becomes complicated by external forces.

Warnings: Death of family members

Master list

Before Bradley could even unpack his own bag, he was already packing two boxes. One full of y/n’s things, and one full of Mandy’s. 

Bradley had thrown Mandy’s things carelessly into the box. Wrinkling the clothes and not caring whether the pictures and notes crinkled or not. 

Bradley made sure y/n’s things had been freshly washed and neatly folded. There were significantly more of y/n’s things than Mandy’s. Feminine hygiene products, a half empty bag of her favorite candy, even bits and pieces of an old Halloween costume. 

A couple tears slid down Bradley’s face that he quickly wiped away as he looked at the picture that used to live on his desk before Mandy made him get rid of it. It was a framed picture of y/n and Bradley after playing a game of paintball. Both covered in different colored splotches that muraled their torsos and faces. That was Bradley’s favorite memory. It was one of the only times that he didn’t let her win, she simply was better at paintball than him. But that secret he would take to his grave. 

A soft knock in the doorway drew Bradley’s 

attention away from the photo and he now looked into his mothers sympathetic eyes.

“I messed up mom.” Bradley admitted through a tightened voice, keeping down the emotions. 

“With Mandy?”  

Bradley bit his lip to keep down the emotion that was threatening to explode from inside of him as he shook his head, unable to take his eyes off the picture. 

Carole made her way over to the bed and sat down next to Bradley. She brought her only son into her side and rested her head on top of his, stroking his shoulder gently. 

“You guys are so close, I’m positive you can talk it out.” She tried her best to advise her son. Bradley brought his hand up to his face and wiped away a stray tear, sniffling his nose. 

“It’s better if I don’t after the way I treated her. I don’t deserve to be her friend, she’s too good for me.” Bradley’s heart felt like it was shattering. Leaving y/n behind for her own good was ten times harder than leaving Mandy for his own good. 

It wasn’t until Bradley saw Dylan dance so intimately with y/n that he realized he was in love with her. The jealousy he felt in that moment was unlike anything he had felt before. He was nearly blind with rage when he shut himself in the master bedroom. It took every ounce of strength in him not to knock Dylan out. 

“I don’t think that’s true.” Carole tried to soothe her son. “Now, she didn’t deserve how your girlfriend treated her.” There was a clear distaste to Carole’s voice that Bradley had picked up on. He pulled back from his mom and looked up at her with a guilty expression. 

“You heard?” 

Carole hummed in agreement. “With my own ears. Y/n stopped me from telling you because she didn’t want to ruin your happiness.” 

Bradley felt a heavy weight tug on his heart. It felt like an elephant standing on a tightrope, the tethers threatening to snap at any moment. 

“I’m sorry I ever brought Mandy around either of you.” 

Carole chuckled a little and shook her head. 

“She’s gone now, that’s all that matters. You live and learn, my love.” 

Bradley gave his mother a half-hearted smile before putting the picture face down on his bedside table and he picked up the box with Mandy’s stuff in it. 

“Would you mind taking the other box and just putting it by the front door? Y/n is coming later to grab it.” 

Carole gave her son a saddened expression. “It’s not too late to fix it, hon.” 

“It is now.” Bradley sighed. “I’m going to the military and she’s going to dermatology school in New York. Maybe it’s for the best that we didn't get to say goodbye, I don’t think I could have.” He admitted sorrowfully. Bradley walked to the door with the box and exited his room. 

Before Carole grabbed the box with Y/n’s things in it, she looked at the flipped over picture on his nightstand. She picked up the frame, smiling at the memory and then propping it up on its kickstand to display the image once more. 

Bradley stared at that picture on his nightstand for hours a day it seemed. He replayed every memory and every moment with her in his head. The concentration on her face when taking a test, the peace that reflected her every time she entered a library, the way her cheeks and nose were sun kissed at the beach in Mexico. 

Bradley was completely and utterly in love with her, and he let her walk away. 

Leaping from his bed, he reached for his shoes and scrambled to put them on. He flew down the stairs and out the front door. It was the middle of the day, his mom was at work. He also knew that y/n’s father would be at work but her mother would be working from home. 

Bradley tackled the quick jog to your house with ease, making it to the driveway and traveling up. His eyes scanned up to your window, noticing the lack of decorations. What was normally a display of dream catchers and plants sunbathing, was now empty, white blinds. Bradley’s heart sank.

Taking a deep breath, Bradley knocked on the door. When nobody answered he knocked again. Only a second later did y/n’s mom open the door. Her eyes widened at the sight of him before she smiled. 

“Bradley!” She greeted him in relief. Then her face fell to concern. 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Is y/n here?” Bradley asked, not bothering to hide the desperation in his voice. Sympathy flashed across her eyes as she looked at him. This instantly confirmed his suspicions. 

“She left yesterday. She started talking to her new roommate and left early to explore the city.”  

There it went, the tether's strength couldn’t bear the weight of the elephant anymore. His heart plummeted down to his stomach at the truth of his worries. 

“I can give you the mailing address of her dorm?” Y/n’s mom suggested. 

“Or, she has a phone number now, do you want that?” 

Bradley hesitated. He wanted her phone number. He wanted the address. He wanted both. But then he thought about what would really happen. He would write her letters that he would never send. Stare at her phone number all day and never hit the call button. 

“No. That’s okay. Thank you Mrs. L/n.” 

She smiled sadly, reaching out to grip his shoulder. 

“You ever need anything you come right over, okay?” 

“Thank you.” Bradley responded quietly, truly appreciating the gesture. 

Y/n pulled up to Bradley’s house, her heart racing. He had said he wouldn’t be there but the thought of having to face him made her heart ache. Why did it have to end like this? Y/n had hoped that they could stay friends. Maybe even visit each other during summers or spring break. 

Upon putting her car in park she noticed a very familiar motorcycle parked in the driveway. Suspicion crept under her skin as she got out, walking up to the door. Y/n reached for the handle, her hand shaking gently as she gripped the door knob and slowly pushed the front door open. 

The brown box with familiar clothing in it sat right beside the door. That box only held y/n’s attention for a moment as she heard Maverick and Carole talking in the kitchen. 

“Mav, please.” 

“Carole this is his whole life we’re talking about. He’s been dreaming about this since he was four!” 

Y/n could hear her heart in her chest, praying that it would quiet down while she slowly crept towards the kitchen doorway to listen better. Y/n plastered herself against the wall to attempt to be invisible. 

“Pete. Please, listen.” 

Y/n had never heard Carole so desperate and pleading. There was silence on the other side of the conversation before Carole continued. 

“I’m not going to be here much longer.” 

“Carole please don’t say that-“ Maverick interrupted her, his voice breaking slightly in the middle of the sentence. 

“Well it’s true. I need you to protect him. Please, he can’t end up like his dad.” 

“Bradley’s a good kid. He’s smart. Everything is much safer now than it was then.” 

There was silence when it was Carole’s turn to talk, and y/n heard a deep heavy sigh before Maverick continued. 

“Alright, I’ll think of something.” 

Y/n looked back to the open door, taking that as her cue to announce her entrance. She quietly tip-toed back over to the box and picked it up, shutting the door loudly to pretend she had just walked in. 

“Bradley?” Carole asked into the house. 

“Nope.” Y/n responded with a shaky, nervous breath. 

Carole and Maverick both rounded the kitchen door, Carole looking at her sympathetically while Maverick tucked his hands into his pockets. 

Setting the box down, y/n was engulfed in a hug by Carole. The tension in the air was thick. None of them dared bring up the reason that y/n had come in the first place. 

“So,” Carole began. “When do you go to New York?” 

“Two weeks.” Y/n responded with excitement. She was ready to move to the big city and start her new life. This was going to be a good change for her. A nice chance to reset all the emotions.  

“Here.” Maverick caught the two women's attention as he moved to dig around in his backpack that he had tossed in the entryway. A pink envelope with y/n’s name written neatly on the outside was handed to her. 

“Congrats on graduating.” 

Y/n’s heart swelled as a warm smile spread across her face. She took the car and put it carefully on top of the neatly folded clothes in her box. 

“Thank you Maverick. You didn’t have to do that.” 

“Of course I did. I know how expensive New York is. Now, come here.” 

Maverick extended his arms out to y/n and she stepped into his embrace. She was met with a tight squeeze and a ruffling of her hair by Mavericks knuckles. 

Y/n looked between the two of them, suddenly feeling the awkwardness lacing over the air. She took in her bottom lip and picked up the box. 

“Well, I’m off.” 

Carole’s face was smiling, but it was a sad smile. Y/n would miss this woman that became such an impactful character in her life. She didn’t know how she would handle not seeing this woman every week. 

“Good luck y/n.” 

“We’ll be rooting for you.” Maverick brought his hand up to his forehead in a lazy salute. Y/n reciprocated the lazy salute back before turning on her heel and leaving Bradley’s house for the last time. 

Y/n had come home for the summer, and she couldn’t be more content. New York was amazing, everything she imagined and more in fact. She spent a lot of free time seeing shows on Broadway and getting food at unholy hours of the night. The city that never sleeps was indeed a fitting name. 

But now being back in her small hometown in SoCal, the quiet was something she never thought she would miss. There was no shouting, no car horns or sirens going off. Only the sounds of the birds fluttering by and the wind chimes making melodic tunes in the warm summer breeze. 

Both of y/n’s parents were at work so she was home alone on a hot, late may afternoon. Though, the window was still open and letting in a draft. Yet another thing she found difficult to do in New York. One of her favorite books was laying in her lap as she read lazily in the sun cascading into the living room. 

A knock at the door caught her attention. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows while finishing the paragraph before marking her page. She walked to the door, opening it to stare at a familiar face on the other side of the glass. 

Bradley’s face was purely shocked, jaw gaping and eyes wide. Y/n’s heart thundered in her chest as she was at a loss for words. Her eyes scanned Bradley’s face. He got tan, very tan in the summer sun. But his eyes were still red and puffy, almost like he had been crying. 

“What did you get home?” The waver in his voice only confirmed the suspicion. Y/n’s heart broke. She couldn’t remember a time she had actually seen Bradley cry. Everything that happened in the past year went out the window. Ignoring the promise she made to herself that she would hate him forever. She knew it was impossible. 

Y/n pushed the glass door open and grabbed Bradley’s hand and drug him into the house. 

“What’s wrong?” She demanded. 

Bradley did as he was told, getting pulled into her house willingly. Y/n shut and locked the door before turning to face him. Bradley had his bottom lip in his mouth looking at the floor. 

“My dad..” his voice cracked at the quiet, pitiful words that he spoke. 

Y/n’s head whipped to the calendar on the wall and she squinted. Her heart sank out of her chest upon realizing the date. His dads birthday. 

Instantly, her arms were around him. And like a magnet his arms were around her impossibly quick. Y/n sighed and sank into the warm embrace and smell that she missed so desperately. 

Bradley’s head slumped to her shoulder as his cries grew into sobs. Sobs that raked through his body and shook his breathing. Y/n held on, squeezing him tighter by the moment and rubbing circles on his back. 

Bradley pulled back from her embrace, face red and tear stained. He grabbed y/n’s hand and led them over to the couch where they sat down. Y/n was confused by this action, and wondered why he had moved their location. 

His brown eyes glossed over with tears met hers. She searched for any indication of what this meant. He looked like he was trying to choke out words but nothing was leaving the captivity of his vocal cords. Y/n squeezed his hand tightly, reassuring him it was okay. 

“My mom died a month ago.” 

Y/n’s face fell into shock. A hand covered her mouth and she could already feel the emotion rising to her throat. 

“Her cancer got too bad too fast. I told your mom not to tell you because I knew you would drop everything and come back.” 

And Bradley was exactly right. She would have dropped everything and taken the first flight back to California. A new emotion rose into her mind. Guilt. She should have been there for him, should have picked up the damn phone and called. 

Tears streamed down her face in addition to Bradley’s new ones also flowing. Bradley looked down at their intertwined hands, a thumb running over the tops of her knuckles. 

“This is his first birthday without her.” His voice was gentle, fragile, hardly even a whisper. 

The emotions she was trying to keep inside were now too strong. Y/n practically leapt into Bradley’s arms to consume him in a hug. Half for his comfort, and half for hers. Bradley’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist as she sat half on his leg and half on the couch. 

“B, I’m so sorry.” Y/n whispered through her own pains tearing through her body at the moment. 

Bradley curled his head into the nape of her neck, taking a tighter grip on her body to press against his own. 

“I’m so happy you were here.” He whispered. Y/n felt his tears dropping down into her shirt as she was certain that hers were doing the same. 

Y/n savored the way that their bodies fit together. Perfectly, she thought. Like two puzzle pieces that were made for one another. The pain in her heart over the news of Carole’s death was paired with a new pain. Heartbreak. Heart broken because she realized that the miles and miles of distance did nothing to her emotions. Heart broken because she was still in love with Bradley Bradshaw.

Finally, all she managed to mutter into his skin was; 

“Me too.”

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[quibbs126]

Could you draw a child for one of these ships?

1. Capsaicin x Kouign Amman

2. Shining glitter x black lemonade

Okay, I plan to do the other one (even if I was only told to do one), but I finished this one and just wanted to share it now, so here we have Sparkling Lemonade Cookie

He’s named after sparkling lemonade, though more specifically sparkling raspberry lemonade. I had some back in England (it was alright), and that’s when I originally got the idea for the name and put it on my list. Then later I got a request for the ship, so I used it here

Also I thought “sparkling” worked since Black Lemonade’s band is called SparkL, and neither of them use it

Sparkling raspberry lemonade:

You know, it wasn’t until coloring him that I realized that Shining Glitter’s pretty pale herself, at least compared to other Cookies

Anyways, so I got his hair down pretty quick (that was one of the things I had thought of first, with it being pink and yellow), but it was the clothes that gave me a lot of trouble. He’s been sitting as a sketch for like a week. Eventually I slapped something together that I got to actually work, and yeah. Then I was having trouble with his colors, since again, aside from the hair, I didn’t have much idea of what to do. I looked up some pictures of raspberry lemonade and decided to go with red and yellow

I also ended up changing the hair to be slightly more red, but I’m not sure how noticeable it is. Maybe I should have gone all the way, to keep consistent colors, but I really liked how the gradient looked alongside it, so I left it as is

I feel like his eyes look a little bare. Maybe he should have some makeup

But yeah, overall, I think he’s good. Maybe I could have done better with the outfit, but I’m not sure how to, so I’m fine leaving him as is. Definitely like the hair though

Anyways, so onto Sparkling Lemonade

So he’s a photographer instead of any sort of singer. I swear, when I thought up the idea, I thought I was stealing the idea from @bellatheinkdemon’s Pink Muscat, until I looked and saw Pink Muscat wanted to be a makeup artist, so I was good (though I’m not sure if it was just another character of theirs I was stealing from that I can’t remember). I don’t know why I chose photographer, it just sort of came to me. But yeah, that’s what he is. I settled with landscape photography, but tbh I’m not sure why

Is that all I have for him? Feel like I should have more than he’s just a photographer, but I don’t really know what else to say? I mean, maybe he likes Rockstar’s music and sometimes wears makeup. But I don’t have much else, other than he might be a bit moody

I think I focused more on the design than the character. And also some of it may be because I took like a week break from him struggling to figure out his outfit, and what I was originally thinking was mostly lost

But yeah, that’s Sparkling Lemonade, hope you enjoy!

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #shining glitter cookie #glitternade #cookie run oc #fankid #fanchild #sparkling lemonade cookie #my ocs #my art #requests #answers