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Maybe It's Enough

Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Reader

Summary: Robin thinks you don't like her back, so she encourages Steve to take you out on a date. You think Robin doesn't like you back, so you agree to let Steve take you out on a date.

No use of y/n; lesbian reader

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: slight hints of / implied homophobia

[also posted on AO3]

The first time you actively realized that you were different was when you were 12.

You were lying on your bedroom floor, surrounded by your friends, looking through a magazine targeted towards young teenage girls.

You vividly remember your friends going on and on, gushing about the male actors and musicians featured in the newest edition, who were striking suggestive poses while smirking directly at the camera. You, on the other hand, only felt weak in the knees if the article displayed their girlfriends or female co-stars as well.

You grew up pretty sheltered, so it wasn't until a few nights later that you found out that women who were attracted to other women existed.

You were sneaking down the stairs to get yourself a bottle of water when you overheard your mother gossiping on the phone about a church friend's daughter, who was spending an awful amount of time with that new girl, Susan. Apparently, there have been rumors that she has been bringing shame upon her family and disgracing the church for quite a while.

Hearing the disgust in your mother's voice awoke a discomfort within you about your own emotions. You found yourself going back and forth between entertaining your suspicions and reassuring yourself that you simply hadn't met the right guy yet (that's at least what your older sister told you when you confided in her).

This maybe, maybe not spiel ended when you met Robin in your shared math class during your freshman year. She was somewhat angsty and awkward, and you were instantly in love. You didn't manage to muster up the courage to speak to her during that school year, though.

In your sophomore year, you were almost sure that Robin was gay. You caught her looking dreamingly at a little too many female classmates, a little too often. Also, from what you heard, she never had a boyfriend or openly expressed interest in any of the boys.

At the end of junior year, you were almost certain that Robin was into you. The staring was now reserved solely for you, and she constantly sat close, but never directly next to you. She also always started that cute nervous ramble when you tried to talk to her, and then always found a way to prematurely end the conversation.

"Sorry, I think I left my water bottle in the cafeteria. Bye!"

When you found out that Robin started working at Scoobs, you were tempted to go and visit her; this way, she was forced to talk to you. You nearly chickened out in the parking lot and had to hype yourself up for nearly half an hour just to be met with Steve "the Hair" Harrington when you got up to the counter.

You took that as a sign not to show up at Scoops again. Plus, now that you thought about it, what were you even supposed to talk about? The ice cream flavor?

That's why you were thankful when she started at the local video store. Movies were definitely something you could talk about for hours.

It wasn't as easy as you thought, though. Every time you came by, she was either busy organizing a section on the complete opposite end of the store or she was in the back. When you tried talking to her, she would always redirect you to Steve.

"I'm kind of busy right now, but I'm sure Steve can help you with whatever movie you are looking for. He is right over there."

Always rushed and always without looking at you.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe Robin actually despised you, and you completely misinterpreted her behavior. She probably thought you were some kind of stalker, keen on disrupting her at work.

---

"I swear she likes you, dingus! She is here all the time." Robin has been trying to convince Steve that you were head over heels in love with him for the last 10 minutes.

He was exasperated, standing in his typical mom stance with one hand on his hip. "She does not! Family Video is like the only video store anywhere close; that's why she comes here a lot."

"Well, she came to Scoops as well, when we were still working there!"

Steve probably doesn't even remember you showing up at their old job, but Robin does. She remembers how pretty you looked, how your outfit complimented your figure, and how your hair perfectly framed your face. She remembers it being a lot more nerve-racking than seeing you in school. This was a new environment, a whole new situation. She couldn't look at you from a desk behind you, hiding behind a book, if you decided to glance in her direction.

Before she was able to properly think about it, she had already headed to the back, the door slamming shut behind her.

"Wow, now I can't deny it anymore! It's not like half of Hawkins has been there at least once, and by your logic, she could be into you as well."

Robin wishes, with every cell in her body, that even the slightest glimmer of truth could lie in this statement. But it's not true. It couldn't be. And she has to remind herself of that. That way, it won't hurt as much when you end up with Steve or some other boy.

"Then why does she only ever talk to you, huh?"

"Because you run to the back as soon as she gets anywhere close to you!"

"And I'm doing both of you a favor. She comes here to talk to you and then gets too nervous to actually pull through with it. That's why she comes up to me."

"I think you are overthinking it."

And Robin definitely is, but at this point, she had already talked herself way too far into it.

"Trust me. I'm a girl. I should know stuff like that better than you."

"Yeah, 'cause you know so well what it's like to crush on a guy?"

"No, but I know what it's like to be a girl with a crush. Just ask her out."

Please don't.

"You sure?"

"Yes."

So that's exactly what Steve did.

---

The next time you visit the store, he makes sure to put on his especially charming smile, being right by your side as soon as you enter. He goes the full nine yards. Compliments your eyes, your outfit, carries the movies you picked out to the counter. After he finishes the process of checking them out, he is ready to make his final move. With whatever he has left of the famous Harrington charm, he asks you if you'd like to go out with him this weekend.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm really busy, you know, with school and everything. Sorry."

Rejection.

Steve only takes a second to recover. Even though Robin was sure of your attraction to him, he was still kind of expecting this. Regardless, Steve feels the urge to explain himself.

"No, it's totally fine. Really! I honestly wouldn't even have assumed that you were into me, but Robin was really insistent, so I thought I'd try my luck. No hard feelings."

"Robin told you to ask me out?"

"Yeah, why?"

That was the final nail in the coffin. Of course, she didn't like you. Why else would she try to set you up with her best friend? All the "signs" you saw were probably spun up by your imagination, caused by wishful thinking. Your own feelings must have clouded your judgment. You're embarrassed and sad. Maybe it is stupid and naive to expect to find a girl in a small town like Hawkins who is not only your type and assumably gay but also likes you back.

Maybe you should go on a date with Steve.

He really seemed like a changed man. He was unarguably attractive, even you could admit that. He was kind and, most importantly, interested in you. Maybe that's enough.

Maybe you were also a tiny bit driven by selfishness. Maybe you wanted to make yourself feel a bit better about receiving the confirmation that the girl you had been pining for for years simply wasn't into you.

For a moment, you felt bad for Steve. It would be unfair to lead him on like that, but let's be honest. From what you heard, that guy goes on three dates a week. How likely is it that he would go into this date with the expectation of finding his one true love?

"Oh, no, that's not what I meant. I would actually really like to go out with you. I really am busy, you know, with all the exams coming up."

Lies, there was nothing to study for the next two weeks. The only plan you currently had for this weekend was to cry over Robin.

"But I am free the weekend after, if that works for you?" You played that off nicely, right?

It seemed like you did because Steve's face lit up.

„Great, if you give me your number, I could just call you to talk about the specifics.“

„Yeah sure.“

While you focus on writing down your number on the piece of paper Steve slips you, he turns around to give Robin a thumbs up. Even though she tried to look just as happy as he did, anyone paying even a little attention could have seen that she was not okay. Her face scrunched up in a painful smile. Fortunately for her, Steve was way too distracted by the euphoric feeling of scoring a date to recognize his best friend's torment.

---

"You know, I was skeptical at first because I never felt that romantic vibe with her. She never seemed interested in me in that way. But now I'm so happy I asked her out. Like, she's so effortlessly beautiful and funny, and she is also really smart, you know?"

Yeah, Robin knows. She knew all this about you better than anyone else. Steve didn't even know yet how beautiful, funny, and smart you really are. But Robin had no doubt he was going to find out soon.

And she was going to die.

Okay, maybe that's a bit dramatic, but it will definitely feel like it.

"I could even imagine her being, like, the one, you know. I think what I've been doing wrong is going on dates with women I don't even know or with women who only know me from my "King Steve" days. They all have these weird expectations about how I'm supposed to act. But I got to know her over the last few months. And I know I'm actually able to hold a conversation with her, one that's not about high school."

Robin feels like she is going to throw up. Steve acted like he always did when he was interested in a girl: idealizing her and already imagining their house with a white-picked fence and their six little nuggets. She knew she would get over it eventually, even if you actually ended up together, but your first real crush will always hold a special place, especially your first lesbian crush. And Steve just couldn't shut up.

"Do you have an idea where I could take her? We were talking on the phone last night, and she told me to just come up with something. I really don't want to mess this up right at the beginning by picking the wrong thing."

Robin never wished to be an attractive teenage boy as much as she did at that moment. She wanted late-night phone calls with you, and she wanted the trouble of not knowing where to take you on a date.

She had also thought about going on a date with you for years, so yes, she definitely had an idea.

For a second, she considered not telling Steve to be selfish and not letting him live out the fantasy that had been keeping her company for the last two years. This urge, however, was overpowered by her need to make you happy. That's what she wanted most—for you to be happy and have a good time. So she told Steve all about your favorite music genre and to watch out for any small bands giving concerts somewhat close.

---

Meanwhile, you were still grieving this whole Robin disaster. How the hell did your regular visits to the video store, intending to talk to Robin, score you a date with her best friend?

Yet, you found yourself genuinely looking forward to your plans with Steve. His idea of driving a few towns over where a small band you never heard of, though the flyer suggested that the music would fit your taste to a T, was giving one of their first concerts, which was actually the most fun date you could imagine.

Even if you didn't like him romantically, you would still have a good time. And you thought it was admirable that he would plan something that fits your taste so well. Now that you think about it, you don't remember ever discussing your music taste or your fable for small underground bands with him. You don't know how he knew; perhaps you mentioned it casually, or maybe it was just a lucky guess.

---

Steve turns up at 5 p.m. sharp. He is standing in front of your door, with a bouquet of flowers, in an outfit you know he will stand out in at the rather shady bar the band is playing at.

The one-hour-long drive ends up being surprisingly entertaining, and for the first time in your life, you kind of wish to be straight. You often wished to not be gay, to "be normal," or to fit in, but never before did you specifically wish to be into men. But right now, you do. Because Steve is kind and charming and attentive and funny while also being insanely attractive, and you just wish you could fall for him. Because you know that would be the easiest thing to do if you were into men.

But you are not.

And now you are driving back home, and you are sitting next to Steve in his car while he rants about how positively surprised he was by the band and how they are definitely one of his favorites now, and you just feel bad. He clearly had a good time, and he hinted at his interest in you and a second date multiple times over the evening. You just know that you have to come clean.

After your sister's reaction, you never considered coming out to anyone in Hawkins again, well, except Robin, but definitely not to "King Steve." You honestly don't even know why, but somehow you really want to tell him. Perhaps you're driven by guilt; after all, you had a great time, and the thought of rejecting him with a shitty excuse feels wrong. Moreover, continuing to lead him on would be worse.

Steve turned out to be a decent guy, right? You dearly hope that you are not making a horrible, irreversible mistake by coming out to him.

"I really had a good time tonight."

"Yeah? Me too. I was thinking we could repeat this, whe-"

His enthusiasm about going out with you again made you feel sick.

"Steve"

His face falls when he detects your tone, realizing you are about to reject him.

"Oh."

"Look, I really had a great time, and you are a great guy, but I'm actually not into boys. I'm sorry."

That's it. You put your cards on the table, full vulnerability. There is no way to misunderstand what you just said.

Or so you thought.

"I understand. You want a man, someone who will be able to take care of you. Not some boy who didn't even get into college. I know my future isn't looking the best right now. I'm probably gonna be stuck working in a video store for minimum wage till I retire. But-"

"No, Steve, what? What I was trying to say was that I'm a lesbian. I like girls. I'm sorry for leading you on."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"But why did you agree to go on a date with me then?"

Did you really want to tell him the whole truth? If you told him about your crush, you have no doubt that it would reach the girl of your affection herself, and you really didn't need that. However, being so open about something you hardly ever told anyone, and him not reacting outright badly, kind of made you want to tell him about your feelings for his coworker as well. You already told him your biggest secret; what's one more?

"When you said that Robin told you to ask me out... man, this is so embarrassing to say out loud. I just kind of like her, like really like her, and her encouraging you to date me kind of made it clear that she does not feel the same. And I just thought, I don't know, the rejection kind of stung, and feeling wanted, especially by someone like you, felt kind of nice. I didn't think it would go as well as it did, considering your dating history. Sorry, was that mean? You know what I'm trying to say. But you are great, and now I feel shitty, not just for being indirectly rejected but also for using you as a distraction and ego push. I'm sorry."

You're too scared to look at Steve. Completely focused on looking anywhere but him while your brain keeps listing reasons why you are a horrible person.

At the same time, Steve's thoughts are running a thousand miles per hour. He's disappointed, sure. He likes you and, until a second ago, really hoped to build a relationship with you. Now, however, more present was the goal of setting you up with Robin. This was perfect. All her rants about never finding another gay person in Hawkins he had to listen to, and now he not only found someone who was gay, he found someone who already liked his best friend. Or you found him.

Now the question emerged: What's the best way to go about this? His first instinct was to tell you to just ask Robin out, but by doing that, he was basically outing her, so maybe not the best idea. Additionally, he didn't even know if Robin liked you back. That's it. Before he does anything, he should try to find out if your feelings are reciprocated. Or if Robin is at least interested in getting to know you romantically.

With this plan in mind, he first assures you that he has absolutely no problem with gay people, even if he is a bit clumsy at finding the right words to express it, and then drops you off at home. He is about to have a long night, planning to figure out the best way to unsuspiciously find out if Robin likes you back and how to hype you up in case she isn't sure yet.

---

The next day, he shows up at Family Video, ready to put his plan into action. Robin, however, is dreading to come in today. She doesn't know how she will last a whole day with Steve telling her how perfect the two of you are for each other and how well your date went. She just knows you two had a great time. If she hadn't been certain already, she would have reached the conclusion at the very latest when Steve basically came skipping into work, smiling with giddy excitement.

For the first three hours, Robin is surprisingly successful at dodging Steve's attempts at conversation. However, her luck runs out when he decides that both of them will have an early lunch break since it is a pretty slow day and there is really nothing to do. She can hardly say no to that, at least not without awaking suspicions. So after Steve does a quick food run and picks up some baked goods from a nearby bakery, the two sit down next to each other, each with a fresh pastry in front of them. That's when Steve sees his chance at being your hypeman.

"... and you know, I feel that's something not a lot of people do, like it's rare you find someone like that. And she is also just a great listener, like she does not only listen; she actually hears what you say. You know what I mean?"

This is hell. No, Robin bets hell is a whole lot nicer than this. It has to be. Nothing could be as awful as your best friend going on a ten-minute monologue about how perfect your crush is and what a great time they had on their date.

"So what do you think? You've known her for a while; do you think she's cool?"

"Yeah, she is. I'm glad your date went so well, and I think it's great you found someone. I'm really happy for you. So when are you going out again?"

Wait.

That is not what Steve was trying to achieve. Stop! Abort mission!

"Oh, we are not going out again."

Robin nearly chokes on her croissant. Eyes wide, coughing, she nearly spits out what she didn't manage to force down her throat.

"What do you mean you won't go out again? You literally just went on a ten-minute rant about how great she is!"

"Yeah, she is. But she's not interested in me. She already likes someone else."

Robin doesn't understand how her best friend can be so nonchalant about this. He seems absolutely unfazed, talking to her as if the reality that the most perfect girl does not like him back is the most basic fact, that he has absolutely no negative feelings about. Did he recently become extremely good at acting? There is no way he was able to hide his feelings so well.

"Steve, I am so sorr-"

"No, it's fine. Really, I'm okay. I actually wouldn't be affected at all if she started seeing this person. Like, I'd be really happy for both of them. No negative feelings on my part at all."

Okay, now he was acting weird. And why would you say yes to the date in the first place, if you already had your eyes on someone else? So she asks him about it.

"She believes her crush doesn't like her back, so she thought there was no harm in going on a date with me. But she is definitely not interested in me in the slightest!"

"Well, that's bullshit. Who wouldn't like her? I mean, she is everything! She is smart, pretty, compassionate, and talented. She is the full package. There is no way anyone would say no to her. I thin-"

Steve stops comprehending what she says after that, too occupied with his own thoughts. How could he have been so oblivious? The hiding in the back? The constant redirection to him? Her inability to speak to you? She wasn't giving you the opportunity to talk to him; she was too nervous to talk to you herself. Robin had a big fat crush on you, and it was so obvious now that he was paying attention.

Steve's ecstatic. Now all that was left to do was set you two up.

---

This was easier said than done. For a few days, he tried and tried to come up with a way to get you two together without telling either one about the other's feelings. However, this was nearly impossible with how much you two insisted on avoiding each other, each dealing with their own heartbreak, still believing their feelings weren't reciprocated.

At some point, the frustration became too overwhelming, and he reached the conclusion that he was going to have to out at least one of you to the other. His first thought is to just put you two in a room, drop the bomb, and then leave you to it. Steve decides against this, fearing you would both be too awkward to move forward from this.

He contemplates who could handle the situation better and decides that telling you is probably the right choice. Happy with the prospect of finally freeing himself of this burden, he gives you a quick call, informing you of his need for a conversation, and then makes his way over.

---

"Why did you have to tell me? Why couldn't you tell Robin? Now I have to make the move, and I'm probably gonna embarrass myself soo bad!"

After getting over the shock that Robin reciprocated your feelings (at least to Steve's suspicions), you relatively quickly became frantic, mad that he put you in a position where you had to be the one to act. Why couldn't he tell her? After all, is she his best friend? And he knows that you like her, for sure. Even though he swears to be sure about Robin's feelings as well, he never actually heard her admit it out loud.

"Don't get your panties in a twist. I have the perfect, foolproof plan."

"Ew, don't say that word."

"What? Plan?"

"Shut up. So what's your great plan?"

The relationship between you and Harrington has gotten a lot more casual and familiar since your "date." You never expected it, but you are really glad to call him a close friend now.

"Okay, listen up. You're going to come to Family Video tomorrow, bring some takeout, or better prepare some food yourself, and tell Robin you and I made plans to have lunch together."

"Wait, I thought you had the day off tomorrow?"

"I have. So you are going to be all disappointed, having prepared all that food for nothing. So you will offer to share with her instead. It's the only logical thing. You wouldn't want to waste the food."

"That's the worst plan I've ever heard. That's so lame, Steven!"

"Don't call me Steven. And it's brilliant! You will get a nice romantic date without making it look like you're doing too much."

You're still not convinced, but you don't have a better idea, so you agree.

---

"Hi, Robin!"

"Oh, hi, hello, what's up?" What the fuck? Get yourself together. "What are you doing here?" Robin has been paranoid since Steve voiced his suspicion about her feelings for you. If completely oblivious Steve could see it, could you too?

"Is Steve here? We have plans for lunch." You demonstratively hold up the two lunch boxes you brought.

You spent hours yesterday racking your brain about what to prepare. What would Robin enjoy the most? What can you cook without messing it up, especially if you're this nervous? All while you also considered what you could eat without embarrassing yourself. You don't want to sit there and have half the contents of your burger fall all over your hands. Or get food stuck between your teeth without noticing. And what could you transport over without ruining it in the process? Would the food stay warm for long enough? Or should you pick a meal that is served at room temperature? In the end, you called Steve and cooked the first thing he suggested, following his advice not to overthink it.

"Steve is not scheduled for today."

"Oh."

"That's so typical, this dingus. I'll call him; give me a minute."

"It's fine. Would you maybe like to share? My lunch break will be over till he gets here. I mean, I already cooked and brought the food. If you don't have any other plans, we could share it. Unless you don't want to. That would be fine as well. I don't-"

"I want to."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, nice. Let me just set up."

"Oh, of course, I'll show you the break room. Follow me."

The awkwardness dies quickly. Talking to Robin with the knowledge that she likes you back makes you a lot more relaxed around her. There aren't any weird periods of silence, and you feel a warmth and connection you never felt before.

With that, you finally work up the courage to ask her out. After years of pining, you are really about to do it.

"I wanted to ask you something, and it is totally okay if you say no. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. If you don't want to, we can just forget that I ever asked, so-"

"Just spit it out. Rambling is my thing, and you are not allowed to steal that." Robin tries to lighten the mood and take away from your clear nervousness.

"Would you like to go out with me sometime? Like, on a date."

"But Steve said- WAIT! I am the one you like?"

"Yeah."

"Damn."

"So?"

"I would really like to go out with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

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lenacosse · 3 months

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Pretty girls

pairing: amy santiago x female reader

cw: alcohol, mentions of vomiting, angst, cheating?

word count: 1,632

summary: it’s your birthday and the squad surprise you, but what happens when amy gets too drunk and takes it too far? you were practically in love with her but you knew where you stood with her. (based on pretty girl by renee rap. also tempted to turn this into a mini story..)

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“Okay just let me put this blindfold on you.” Jake says putting a blindfold on you and leading you through a door.

You trip over his foot and can’t contain your laugh. “Jake this is a disaster just tell me where we’re going.”

“No can do (Y/N), anyways we’re here.”

Jake takes off your blindfold, and suddenly everyone jumps out yelling happy birthday. You can’t stop the jaw aching grin that plasters over your face, you scan the room, all your friends and colleagues are there. You had said you didn’t want to do anything for your birthday, it was your first one without your dad and naturally that pained you beyond explanation. But standing here you can only appreciate the love you feel.

“Thank you Jake.” You smile and hug him, you knew he was at least partially responsible for this.

“Alright shots!” Jake shouts, making the entire bar of your friends erupt to enthusiastic cheer.

You walk to the bar and you, Jake, Amy and Rosa throw back a few too many shots, but that was for tomorrow to regret.

“Happy birthday (Y/N).” Holt nods, you smile and return the nod. Holt may be way too professional but you appreciated him these last few months more than you could explain, and he knew that.

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A few hours into the night most people were beyond drunk, especially Amy who really let herself go tonight. Currently she stands on the bar top pouting tequila into peoples mouths.

“(Y/N)! Your turn.” Amy winks, you roll your eyes and put your mouth in level with the tequila. It burns its way down your throat and into your stomach, lighting up your system with immediate warmth. You felt a buzz of pure energy around you tonight, you couldn’t explain how grateful you really were.

Even Terry is enjoying himself tonight, and of course Gina has started a chant to get him to take his shirt off. You didn’t exactly expect him to do it, but the screaming of Gina and a few other women told you that he in fact did.

“Hey,” you hear from behind you, you turn to see Rosa. You smile.

“Hey Rosa.” Amy had gotten down from the bar, or in other words the bartender forced her down. So you sat on the barstools, Rosa doing the same.

“Happy birthday or whatever.”

You put your hand to your heart. “Rosa Diaz are you turning soft?”

“Never.”

You both laugh and order a drink together.

“Jake did a good job it seems.” Rosa says, finishing off her drink.

“Yeah he really did, I know you helped him. So thank you, I needed this.”

Rosa nods, “well we couldn’t leave you in your apartment. Personally that’s my ideally birthday plans but clearly not yours.”

You both engage in a conversation, Rosa must’ve really been in high spirits to actually have a conversation. Usually it’s complete silence, but you wouldn’t complain Rosa was surprisingly fun to talk to. That was until Charles came over and started talking about him and Genevieve’s colourful sex life which had you suppressing a gag and swiftly moving tables.

You took a minute to take in the night, Holt smiling caught your attention. You couldn’t help but feel uplifted by this. You loved your squad more than anything, and to see that they do in fact love you just as much almost brought tears to your eyes. A permanent smile was set on your face as you watched the conversations and interactions between others, you got so lost in it you didn’t notice when everyone gathered around your table and Terry walked out with a lit birthday cake. The awful singing filled your ears, but you could tolerate it for now. You blew out your many many candles that were on the cake, you could tell it was home baked, it was slightly wonky and questionably iced. It was probably Gina that made it, but you loved it even with its imperfections.

“Don’t tell us your wish! It’ll jinx you.” Amy slurred.

“I won’t don’t worry.” You response, she just giggles at you.

“Who wants cake?!” Gina yells, just taking a chunk with her hand. Jake then of course goes and does the same, you just shrug and let them have at it, after you’ve taken your own handful that is. Terry and Jake sit beside you, chowing down on the cake.

“I think Gina burnt this.” Terry says, you laugh as you hear the crunch of his cake.

“No it’s just egg shells.” Jake chimes in.

“Isn’t that worse?” Your face screws up.

“Probably.” Shrugs Jake, as he takes his next handful of cake.

“Keep my spot I’m going to the bathroom,” you say to Jake and Terry before making your way to the bathroom.

You hear throwing up and knock on the stall door from where it’s coming from. “Everything okay?”

“No.” Groans Amy.

“Open the door.” You reply and she does, Amy is on her knees with her head in the toilet bowl. You kneels down behind her and hold her hair as she finishes.

“Thank you.” She sighs and sits back against the side of the cubicle, you sit opposite her.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” You reach into your bag and grab a half drank water bottle that’s been in there for god knows how long, you hand it to her and she happily drinks it.

“Having a good night?” Amy asks.

“Yeah it’s been nice,”

“Sorry for getting so drunk. I guess I was nervous for tonight.”

“Nervous? For what?”

Amy looks at you, her eyes lingering on yours. “I wanted everything to be perfect, for you.”

“I thought Jake planned this.”

“It was his idea but I done most of the planning.”

“Oh. Well it was perfect, thank you.”

“Of course. Anything for you.”

Your heart sinks a little as she says that, you felt like you had been punched in the gut. Anytime Amy gets drunk she’s all over you, every-time and you don’t blame her but it wasn’t the easiest thing to deal with considering you were practically in love with her.

“Are you okay if I leave?” You ask.

“No. Please stay.” Amy reaches to grab your hand.

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

She smiles and moves to sit beside you. She leans her head on your shoulder and you both sit on the sticky bathroom floor, you look at your hands. You try not to overthink the situation you’re in, but this was typical, the pretty girls want to kiss the pretty girls when drunk. But when sober they dodge the situation, and this is what Amy is best at doing. Maybe she was confused.

“You know you’re my favourite right?”

“Your favourite?” You furrow your brows. “In what way.”

“Well I don’t know, you’re fun and you’re brave and you’re… hot.”

“Hot?”

“Yeah for a girl, you’re my girl crush.” She slurs. “If I was going to, you’d be the one I’d try.”

You hitch a breath as she says that, Amy may have flirted with you or been questionably close but never had she ever said anything like this. You can’t help but feel extremely conscious of her gaze on your face, you couldn’t face her so you stared ahead.

“What about Teddy?”

“He wouldn’t mind.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, you wanted to tell her that she was out of order. But you couldn’t help the smirk that appears on your face, you knew if you kissed her it would shatter you. But for the moment being you couldn’t think rationally.

“Why are you saying this?”

“Because I’ve thought of kissing you.” Amy says, she grabs your jaw and makes you look at her.

“Why? Do you think I’m just an experiment?”

“I never said that.” Amy moves closer, your faces barely an inch apart. Your stomach drops as you try to control yourself. You wanted to grab her face and kiss her, but that wasn’t a good idea.

You close your eyes as she moves even closer. She presses her lips to yours and you momentarily freeze, that is until you kiss her back. You put your hand on her thigh, her hand goes to your cheek. You both get caught up in a moment, your lipstick smearing across her now swollen lips. She pulls back and smiles.

“That was nice.”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to.”

“But why?”

“Im not sure.”

Your heart breaks a little as she says that, you stupidly thought she was going to confess feelings. But that was a preposterous assumption. You look down as you fight off the tears you feel forming in your eyes.

“Im going to go.”

Before Amy could reply you leave the bathroom the tears were streaming down your face as you pushed through the crowd and exited the bar. You sat at the curb side with your head in your hands, you felt foolish and idiotic. Of course Amy would never like you back. But you couldn’t help feeling so damn used, being the token lesbian enabled this idea that you were simply a trial run. You had let yourself get hurt too many times because of this, Amy didn’t understand the damage of her actions and you definitely weren’t going to be the one to tell her. But you swore to yourself never again would this happen. You sit outside for close to an hour trying to rationalise your thoughts before going back inside, no one noticed your running mascara or puffy eyes. So you acted as if everything was great for the rest of the night. Then of course in the a.m the pretty girls act like it never happened and you go back to being Amy’s friend.

#fanfic #fanfiction #brooklyn 99 #amy santiago #light angst #amy santiago x reader #lesbian reader #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 fic #jake peralta #fluff

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imababblekat · 2 months

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Bayverse Tmnt X Goth Lesbian Friend; Hc's

@ittybittytittycomitte ,"Hey may I please request the bayverse tmnt boys with a goth friend? Bonus points if she’s a lesbian (😚). If not that all good just have a good day and remember to drink water 😚"

~xXx~

the boys find you to be a breath of fresh air, seemingly normal if not intriguing to you upon first meeting versus the usual freak out they're used to receiving

they might not always get or understand some of your interest, but it doesn't mean they aren't interested

you're so different from the humans they have met, and are very open to hearing about your ideals and are especially a fan of your darker themed outfits

Mikey practically begged you to do his make up and make him look goth like you to which you happily agreed

before you knew it, you had the three other brothers following suit in trying out parts of your life style

if witchcraft is a part of your life, Leo definitely falls in love with it

while he might not identify as pagan or such, he's very interested in all that you can teach him in things such as the different properties of crystals, etc

you introduced Donnie to gothic opera music and he now has a whole new genera to listen to when he wants to get into a spooky scientist mood

Raphael, to no surprise, is all about the spiked jewelry you wear; as a gift you got him his own spiked bracelet and started referring to him as Bowser when he wore it

he'd act like he hated the nickname, but he never took off the bracelets and other spiked articles you'd gift him

if anyone knows what it's like to be viewed as something negative, it's them, so you have nothing to worry about when you tell them you're lesbian

if anything, you coming out to them brings y'all closer

Mikey is 1000% your wingman, whether you want him to be or not! he may or may not have tried to hook you up with April at one point

these boys are ready to throw hands for you, let some bigot give them the opportunity!

Donnie makes special pepper spray he calls "Bigot Away Spray, and pretty much any kind of self defense gadgets just for you

Leo becomes your sensei in a way, always up and ready to teach some new form of martial art that he knows

Raph definitely teaches you boxing, but he's also hanging in the shadows when you go out with friends, just waiting for some bigot to fuck around an find out

all in all, these ninja brothers love and embrace you for who you are and definitely take you in as a sister figure

#bayverse mikey x reader #bayverse michelangelo x reader #bayverse raph x reader #bayverse raphael x reader #bayverse donnie x reader #bayverse donatello x reader #bayverse leo x reader #bayverse leonardo x reader #bayverse tmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #aged up tmnt #platonic #goth reader #lesbian reader #@ittybittytittycomitte #imababblekat's writing

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vampzxi · 1 year

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𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 ? (𝚜𝚞𝚋!𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚒 ; 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ; 𝚍𝚘𝚖!𝚛𝚒𝚛𝚒)

word count: 3.5k+

a/n: no plot because i was in a writing funk 😞 i swear one of these days i’ll write something other than smut…i know how to write guys!! i promise!! 😭there's fluff at the end!! i'm sorry for the wait but thank you guys for being patient! (some of you anyways LMFAOO) also special tags to @prinxeali for inspiring this! and special tag to @letitias-fav for being annoying

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tags: sub!shuri, brat!shuri, dom!riri, switch!reader, thigh riding, nipple play, cunnilings, strap slinger!riri, pillow princess shuri, begging, dirty talk, cussing, fingering, teasing, voyeurism (again. sorry.), edging, choking, throat fucking, praise, brat tamer!riri, gagging, crying, facial, back shots (lol), softdom!reader, lots of foreplay (prob too much ngl), scratching, aftercare, fluff at the end, umm probably more that i forgot. sawhry

"let me hear you, sithandwa."

shuri’s legs tremble around yours as your hands sit firmly on her waist, her bare ass on your thigh. she tucks a moan into her bottom lip and closes her eyes as her brows furrow. she loves the way her native tongue slides out your mouth, but she can’t let you know that.

riri leans from behind you, cupping shuri’s chin. "she talkin to you, Princess." she pulls shuri’s face down, making her look at the two of you.

"i have ears," shuri snaps at ri. her hungry eyes lock on yours, smirking, "work for it, usana."

irritation flares through you at her defiance, and you can feel riri’s patience thinning too. you bounce your leg, sending a jolt through shuri. your thigh becomes damp as she leaks onto you and a moan slips out of her as she tightens her grip on your shoulders. "oh, so we got you like that?"

before shuri could respond, riri lets her hand fall from her chin to her chest, fondling her boob and slightly tugging on her pierced nipple. shuri's breath hitches as she leans into riri's touch, biting her lip to stifle a moan. she opens her mouth to speak, but the words get caught in her throat as riri leans down and places her lips around her nipple, sucking on it. you look at her, "that was a question, my love," shuri pokes her bottom lip out and pouts, making you laugh, "you not gon let me hear that pretty mouth?" riri's hand slides down shuri's stomach, teasingly circling her belly button before slipping lower. you watch as shuri arches her back in response, a soft groan escaping her lips.

riri gives shuri’s nipple a final kiss before rising to meet your lips. she slides her tongue in your mouth as you deepen this kiss, moaning into her mouth. her hand continues to squeeze shuri’s breasts, making shuri grind and squirm on your thigh. the sensation of her slick pussy sliding against your leg and riri’s tongue down your throat sends waves through you, making you wetter by the second.

you pull away from riri’s mouth with a smirk. you look at shuri, her eager eyes locked on the trail of spit connecting you and ri. you press your thumb against her lower lip, inspecting her bottom grills as the gold twinkles back at you. "ready to stop playin with me, usana?"

shuri moves your thumb into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it and sucking it. "you’re so cute when pretend you’re in charge, my love," she grins.

"oh, you bout to see who in charge," riri swiftly wraps her fingers around shuri’s neck, making shuri’s smile fall as she gasps. riri leans down to shuri’s ear, "on the bed, Princess," she releases her tight grip on shuri’s throat, leaving her spluttering and coughing.

you smile to yourself as shuri obediently stands up and slides onto the bed, in shock. you observe the wet spot she left on your leg, causing your stomach to tighten. you stand up and face ri, who immediately pulls you in for another kiss. you gasp into her mouth as she smiles against your lips. "you gon show our princess how to be a good girl?" her hand trails to your dripping pussy, sliding a finger in with ease. your legs buckle as she inserts another one, pumping them in and out of you.

her kisses trail along your neck, nipping the brown skin until it turns purple. you moan and lean into her touch, your chest shuddering. your eyes drift over to shuri, relishing the lust that dances in her eyes. "are you serious? without me?" her pout deepens into a frown as she moves to get off the bed.

"you better stay your bratty ass on that bed," riri curls her fingers against your g-spot, making your vision white as you cry out, "you gotta beg for this shit, baby."

riri slips a third finger in and pumps into you, the squelching noise of your pussy and your moans filling the room. "ri, please..fuck," your knees buckle. riri's eyes darken with desire as she watches you writhe under her touch, her skilled fingers bringing you closer to the edge.

"yeah, just like that baby," riri’s breath flutters against your neck, "stand up straight, ma."

"ri, please. i’m sorry," shuri whines, "i’ll be good."

riri presses her thumb against your clit as she laughs, making your stomach tighten more. you tuck a moan into your lip as she continues to finger fuck you. "you gon have to do better than that Princess. what you want?"

"r..riri..i’m so close.." you thrust your hips into her fingers as she pumps into you, your arousal sliding down riri’s fingers and your thighs. you throw your head back and let out a guttural moan, your fingernails dragging down riri’s back as your walls tighten around her.

"be a good girl and hold that shit," riri snaps, quickening her pace. you and shuri whine together, eliciting a grin from ri, "my girls sound so pretty for me."

"riri, ndiyacela (please), i need you," shuri babbles, "i need both of you to fuck me just please..please. i’ll be your good girl, i’ll obey-i’ll do anything. please, usana."

shuri’s frantic begging mixed with her smooth xhosa sends you over the edge. your legs quiver and your chest heaves as you gush on riri’s fingers with a drawn out moan. as riri continues to pump into you, she looks up at you, her amber eyes flickering with lust. "what’s my name, baby?"

"riri!" you shout, riding out the rest of your orgasam on her fingers. she leans down and whispers a quick good girl in your ear before sliding her drenched fingers out. you stumble onto the bed and plop next to shuri, gasping for air.

riri grips shuri’s chin and presses a kiss against her lips. shuri groans into her mouth, excited to finally be touched. riri pulls away, grinning. "open," she demands, tapping a finger against the Panther’s mouth.

shuri obeys and riri thrusts the same fingers she used to fuck you down shuri’s throat. as shuri gags around riri’s fingers, you roll over and start to kiss her neck. "hmm..you sound so good, sithandwa sam," you coo into her ear as you bite at her beautiful brown skin. shuri’s eyes start to water as riri sticks her fingers further in her mouth.

"how they taste?" riri asks as she pulls her fingers out of shuri’s mouth and sticks them in her own. shuri’s chest heaves as she catches her breath, tears sliding down her cheeks. the sight of the two tasting your release sends you into euphoria.

your fingers trail down to shuri’s soaked front, taking pleasure in the way her back arches. you use your finger to circle her clit and pepper kisses along her neck tattoo as she whines. "what’s wrong, usana?" you smile into her neck, "use your words for me."

she thrusts her hips into your fingers as she murmurs something. you brush away the curls stuck to her damp forehead and place a tender kiss to her temple, "cmon, baby, you know i can’t hear you."

riri positions herself between shuri’s feet, staring at her expectantly. she slides a finger along her slit, watching the way shuri’s eyes roll to the back of her head with delight. "what happened to all that shit you was talking earlier, huh?" riri swiftly slaps shuri’s cunt, making the Princess beneath you cry out and grip the sheets.

"shit," shuri’s chest heaves as she stares at riri, "please, zintanda zam (my loves). please touch me. i need you both to..make me feel good."

you smile as you press a kiss against shuri’s lips, loving the way her cool grill felt against your hot mouth. you then join riri between shuri’s legs, salivating at her soaking pussy. "you look so beautiful like this, usana."

you and riri waste no time diving in, as riri’s fingers pinch at her bud and your tongue slips into her. shuri gasps and tightly grips your ginger curls, pushing you deeper into her. the nasty noises leaving her mouth only spur you on more as your tongue continues to explore her folds.

riri’s tongue soon joins yours as the two of you lap up shuri’s arousal. the Princess moans as you suck her clit and riri presses a messy kiss on her hole. riri catches your tongue and sucks on it, making you whine against shuri; the vibration making her hips buck. riri kisses you sloppily, the taste of shuri making your head swim.

you feel shuri’s legs start to twitch and you hum against her, drawing out a moan from the Panther, "you’re doing so good," you coo, watching riri lick along her slit, making shuri whimper. "louder, baby," you wrap your lips around her sensitive clit and suck on it, savoring the cries that leave her mouth.

"i’m…i’m so close," shuri whimpers, "keep going. please..right there."

"nah," riri laughs and sits up, "what’s that you said earlier? ‘work for it, usana.’" she mocks shuri with a grin on her face.

shuri whines and clenches at nothing as tears start to form in the corners of her eyes, "please let me finish…i want to cum for you." she pleads, drawing out each syllable with a whimper.

her begging sends chills up your spine and you tuck a moan under your lip. you scatter kisses along her happy trail, up to her belly button, "patience, my love," out of the corner of your eye, you watch riri walk to your shared closet and you smile to yourself, "bend over for me, baby."

"say please, usana" shuri murmurs, smirking. you sigh and raise up.

"you know i don’t like repeating myself," your hand traces her collarbone as you gaze into the eyes that you could get lost for hours in. shuri squirms and looks away as you stare at her, but you grip her chin and kiss her gently, "intombi yam entle (my beautiful girl)," you whisper into her mouth.

she melts under your touch as you run your tongue along her grill and hum, "don’t make me say it again, nkosazana (princess)."

she playfully rolls her eyes, and you slide off of her and turn around. your breath catches in your throat as you watch riri fasten the last band on her harness with a long, girthy, purple, Vibranium strap attached to her waist. the tension in your stomach increases as you watch her take a step towards shuri, her tongue sliding over her lips in anticipation. shuri’s eyes remain locked on the appendage hanging between riri’s thighs. "what happened to that smart ass mouth?" riri grins.

shuri's gaze slowly moves up to meet riri's eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "it's still here, waiting for you to do something about it," shuri taunts.

shuri opens her mouth to speak again, but riri firmly grips her curls and shoves her mouth into the toy, thrusting her hips. the sight of shuri gagging on riri sends shivers down your spine, making you wetter than you already are. you kneel next to shuri, kissing her neck tattoo, "take it, baby. you sound so pretty for us, sithandwa sami."

your praises cause shuri’s eyes to flutter close as she moans around riri’s dick. riri continues to thrust into her mouth, relishing the way shuri’s mouth felt around her. shuri places her hands on riri’s hips to steady herself as riri continues. “shit, baby, you feel so good for me. you gon let me finish on that pretty face?”

shuri’s curls bounce as her head bobs on riri’s cock. riri lets out a low moan at shuri’s confirmation, the sound making you delirious. your fingers drag down shuri’s stomach and slip into her wetness, making her moan around the appendage strapped to riri’s waist. she gasps as your fingers pump into her, but riri thrusts deeper into her throat, relentless. the sounds coming from shuri’s mouth intoxicate you as she leaks on your fingers. “hold it, usana,” you curl your fingers into her core, drawing out a whine, “almost there.”

spit drips from the corners of shuri’s mouth as riri’s thrusts become sloppy. riri’s breathing becomes shallow, and she tucks her bottom lip into her mouth as her brows furrow. you smile up at her, “make a pretty mess on our intombi entle (pretty girl), ri,” you rub on shuri’s clit, enjoying the way her hips buck against you as her saliva drips onto your fingers while shuri slobbers on riri’s dick.

“fuck,” riri sighs as she pulls out of shuri’s mouth, a line of spit trailing from her lips, “come on babygirl,” she huffs as she rubs on her strap, groaning.

shuri’s eyes roll to the back of her head as her tongue falls out of her mouth. you slip another finger into her, causing her knees to buckle as she leaks onto your hand. “ndiyacela (please), baby i can’t hold it anymore…”

you can tell riri is about to finish as she watches shuri, so you curl your fingers into her g-spot again, making her cry out. you flatten your tongue against her tattoo and drag it up to her ear, “let it out like the ihule (slut) you are,” you whisper to her.

she whines as you finally give her the release she’s been chasing all night. she floods onto your fingers, her warm cum pooling around her knees, onto the mattress. with a groan, riri strokes her cock one final time before she finishes on shuri’s face. her cum shoots onto shuri’s tongue and cheeks, coating her face in white streaks.

you pull your hand out of shuri, making her whimper. “good girl,” you lean over and lick riri’s seed off shuri’s cheek, letting the smooth, white substance coat your tongue. shuri shudders under your touch as she swallows what riri released on her tongue.

“tell me how i taste, baby,” riri coos, dragging her finger down shuri’s cheek and sliding it in her mouth, grinning.

shuri sucks on riri’s finger, looking up at her. “amazing, sithandwa,” she breathes, “so good, usana.”

riri removes a hair tie from her wrist and pulls her braids into a ponytail, “you want more?” shuri nods enthusiastically, but riri shakes her head, “beg for me, baby.”

this time, shuri doesn’t hesitate to get on all fours and bend over, exposing her glistening pussy to riri, “riri, please. i need you in me. i’ll be your intombi elungile (good girl), you can do whatever you want to me. just please fuck me until i-“

she’s cut off by riri leaning over and covering shuri’s mouth with her hand, her strap resting on shuri’s ass. shuri gasps from the sudden action as you slide to sit in front of her. riri positions her mouth against shuri’s ear, “if you want me to do allat then i’m gonna need a safeword, babygirl.” she slides her hand off shuri’s mouth, pressing kisses along her back.

shuri bites her lip, thinking. her eyes land on your hair and she smiles, “orange,” she murmurs.

“speak up, Princess.”

“orange, riri.”

riri leans back, aligning her dick with shuri’s entrance, ”mm, i love the way you say my shit. do it again.”

“riri please…” shuri whines.

riri’s hands slide to shuri’s hips, gripping her, “again.”

shuri’s eyebrows furrow in irritation and impatience. with a huff, she clutches the sheets, “demethi (dammit), riri. i’m not gonna-fuck”

shuri’s body rocks as riri pushes all 10 inches into her, drawing out a low moan from the princess in front of you. her mouth hangs open as riri continues to thrust into shuri, grinning, “what was you gonna say?”

whatever words shuri attempted to say got drowned out by the whines coming from her mouth. you run your fingers through her hair as she trembles, “tell me how she feel, shuri, baby.”

“s-so…good. i,” she gasps as her eyes roll to the ceiling, “i’m so full.”

“hm. it don’t sound like it,” you look up at riri, “the hell you waiting for, ri? fuck her.”

your words cause shuri’s eyes to widen as riri’s eyebrows shoot up her forehead, smirking, “is that what you want, Princess?” her hips stop thrusting as she looks down at shuri.

shuri nods frantically, curls bouncing. you wrap your fingers around her neck, "how many times we gotta tell you to open your mouth?”

shuri bites her bottom lip as riri readjusts her grip on shuri’s waist, “ri…” shuri stammers, “i need you to fill me up. please, usana. i want you to fuck me until my voice goes hoarse; blow my back out. make a mess in me, riri, please, i just need you. no more teasing.”

shuri’s pleading washes over you, making your stomach tighten. you can tell her words have the same effect on riri because she buries her nails into shuri’s hips. before shuri can react, she shoves the toy into her again, thrusting her hips quickly. shuri’s elbows buckle as riri’s hips slam into her ass at a rapid pace, eliciting shouts from shuri. her eyes snap shut as the Vibranium toy kisses her cervix repeatedly, causing her to squeeze her walls around riri. “fuck, shuri” riri huffs, “keep squeezing my shit just like that. you feel so fucking good.”

riri shakes the bed with the amount of vigor she’s fucking into shuri. you watch them hungrily, focusing on shuri’s face. you grip her chin and force her to look at you, “you look so pretty when you’re taking dick like the little ihenyukazi (whore) you are,” you giggle. shuri opens her mouth to respond but lets out a deep groan instead. you watch as her pretty tits bounce with each quick jolt into her.

you brush away the hair stuck to her forehead. “riri,” shuri cried, “i’m so close, usana, please,” she says, her barely intelligible words tumbling out of her mouth.

riri’s sloppy thrusts are evident that she was reaching her limit too. she grits her teeth and continues to pound into shuri, “who’s dick is this?”

“yours, riri.” shuri cries.

“who got you screamin like this?”

“you do, riri.”

“yeah, that’s it. what’s my name, again, babygirl?”

“riri!” shuri shouts as she squirts on ri’s dick, the fluid splashing onto riri’s abdomen. with deep moan, riri floods into shuri, her warm seed filling her pussy. she slides the purple toy out, allowing their juices to drip onto the already wet mattress.

shuri collapses onto the bed, her body sprawled out in front of you. you smile and rub circles into her back, “you did so good, usana,” you lean down and kiss her curls as she gasps for air.

shuri mumbles something intelligible back, but you shush her as her eyes flutter closed. you look back up at riri, catching her eyes. you smile as she slides out of the harness and walks into the shared bathroom, “ri, where are you going?”

“running some water for the lil pillow princess. wake her ass up and get her in here.”

shuri sits comfortably in your lap as riri presses a tender kiss against her lips. shuri smiles against her as riri pulls away and stares at her. the warm water and floral soap fill your nose as you reach over and pluck a grape from the bowl next to you, bringing it to shuri’s mouth, “say ahh, usana,” you tease, giggling.

shuri rolls her eyes and eats the grape from your hand, “i’m not a child.”

riri leans over you and reaches for a strawberry in the bowl, her chest right in your face. you can’t help yourself as you extend your hand and flick one of her boobs, laughing when she glares down at you.

she snatches a strawberry from the bowl and splashes the sudsy water at you, “i will throw yo ass out of this tub so quick.”

you mutter a sorry and lean down into shuri’s ear, grinning, “so violent…”

as shuri giggles, riri shoots you another glare, “what you say?”

you scoff, “i was just telling shuri how much i love you.”

“yeah, whatever,” riri rolls her eyes, trying, and failing, to suppress an amused smile.

“can you pass the soap, please, sithandwa sami?” shuri asks riri, reaching her hand out.

riri hands her the sweet smelling soap, “of course, usainah,” she smiles.

before you can catch yourself, the question comes tumbling out of your mouth, “what the hell does that mean?” riri frowns, “don’t it mean baby or something…y’all be saying that shit all the time.”

you and shuri bust out laughing, throwing your heads back. riri furrows her brows as she watches you giggle, “the hell is so funny?” “It’s usana, riri,” shuri says in between giggles, “it’s okay, we can work on it some more.”

“nah, don’t try that shit again, usainah,” you say, snickering to yourself. shuri laughs again too, as riri rolls her eyes.

you spend the rest of the night peppering kisses along shuri’s neck and cuddling riri as an apology.

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that-kid-fromtheplayground · 1 year

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💫𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕓𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕💫 (these are platonic Hcs)

💫It’s just so fucking hilarous the way you two met.

💫You were just walking by at the park and sat in a bank without looking over your phone.

💫You didn’t even notice that there was a boy wearing an orange parka practically next to you!

💫Well- that was only before you heard a muffled word that sounded just too much like “bobs!”

💫You snaped your head from your phone and caught sight a girl about 2 or 3 years older than you, she was just so fuckin’ hot big titties included.

💫She was at about 10 meters from your bench so you stared at her chest barely covered with a black tank top with no shame.

💫Or that was until you remembered that you heard someone saying bobs before, so you turned your head left to face a boy your age covered in a (kind of dirty) orange parka staring at the same girl as you.

💫He was fast to feel your stare and turned to you, confusion visible in his eyes.

💫“What? She’s got big bobs! I have the right to stare!” was what the boy said, although you heard it very muffled and even you wondered how tf did you understand him.

💫“And I too!” you replied to him frowning a bit.

💫Soon the two of you were caught up in a very intense stare contest, but a girls voice caught you both atention.

💫“Aw! You two are so cute!” Said the voice, wich turned to be the girl you were both staring at before, she kneeled down a bit to pinch your nose and to pat the boy’s head.

💫You swore you could feel the grin that formed in the boy’s lips.

💫You gave the girl your most angelical and inocent smile while you opened your arms and muttered faking shyness “hug...?”

💫The girl screamed in awe at your "shynnes” and she gave you a big bear hug.

💫You grinned widely when your barely developed chest made contact with her overly big boobs and you could feel how the boy’s grin spread wider in his face.

💫“You two are so cute! but I have to go now, a friend of mine is waiting for me!” She smiled a little sad at the thought of leaving such “inocent creatures” alone again in that bench but she waved goodbye and ran to her friend, who was a girl her age.

💫When the girl was out of sight, the boy took his parka of so you could hear him properly and you were no surprised when you saw that he was still wearing his cocky grin.

💫“Ya like bobbies, don’t ya?” He asked while tilting his face to the side still wearing that cocky grin of his.

💫“Yeah, I mean- They’re just so sexy!” You giggled excitedly while you clumsy covered your face with your hands because of the though of that part of the female anatomy.

💫The now revealed blonde smiled even wider if that was possible and he held out his hand for you to take, thing you surely did

💫 “I’m Kenny McCormick” he introduced himself

💫“Nice to met ya Kenny!” you smiled while slightly shaking his hand.

💫 And... what’s your name Perverted Fellow Lesbian?” he asked while laughing a little, you couldn’t help but laugh too at the nickname he just gave you.

💫“The name’s (y/n)” you answered with a confident grin.

💫“I know a good place where we can see chiks like her... naked” he whispered the last part, a perveted grin made his way into your lips and a faint red made appearence in your cheeks at the thought.

💫“WELL, ¿WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR? :D” you exclaimed with a kinda exagerated smile and with a now dark red in your cheeks while resting your hands on your hips.

💫“Come on, follow me!” he laughed while taking your hand and guiding you to a kinda hiden local in the middle of the town covered in neon lights.

💫As a name, the local had “Striper club”

💫Kenny laughed at how your eyes lit up with a lustful shine in them.

💫“No way we’re getting in, were minors-” You exclaimed with a frown, your eyes never leaving one of the windows wich lead to a pole where a hella hot teenage girl was “dancing”

💫“oh... I wonder where this V.I.P pass that’s obviously not mine appeared from?” he said with sarcasm holding a plastic card with the V.I.P title in gold colour.

💫The two of you grined in a very perverted way while you looked at the card and then at the local in front of you.

#Kenny #Kenny McCormick #Kenneth McCormick #South Park #South Park x reader #Kenny x reader #Kenny McCormick x reader #Kenneth McCormick x reader #lesbian reader #female #female reader #perverted reader #Kenny x perverted reader #Kenny x perv reader #perv reader #perv lesbian #Perverted lesbian

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mel-13-29 · 1 year

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vada cavell x reader

Talk of shooting I slight smut discretion is advised

~~ "Are you fucking kiding me right now?"

"I'm so sorry ..please"

You were furious. Angry didn't even cut it anymore. As you stood in the middle of the room, thankful your parents were gone, Vada sat on your bed looking lost and frightened. But somehow the anger you felt outweighed the need to comfort her. Right now she didn't deserve comfort.

"I get kissing Mia, hell I've kissed Mia," you watch Vada lower her head "But Quinton? you go behind my back and kiss Quinton?!"

"I'm-…. I'm sorry, y/n. didn't mean anything-"

"Then why do it?!" You scream and Vada flinches. Again you were to mad to care. "why would you kiss him? when you know we were dating?"

"I just wanted to feel something!" Vada finally snaped. Then she slapped a hand on her mouth with a gasp.

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you as you swayed back slightly. brows furrowed as you processed what she had said.

"So….so you dont feel anything with me anymore?"

"No…thats not what i meant!"

You clench your fists. "thats what it sure sounded like to me."

Vada stood up, Now she was angry. Angry that you'd think such a thing about her feelings towards you. She took a step forward and you took one back, trying to keep the distance.

"You kissed another person, Two!, And you want me to believe that you still feel something for me?"

"Baby-"

"No!" you point a shaky finger at her, feeling tears sting the corners of your eyes as a lump forms in your throat. "I have't talked to you in weeks, weeks Vada, because I've been giving you space. But when i finally hear from you it's because you got caught kissing Quinton. How the Fuck do you think that makes me feel?"

Vada held her hands u, a stray piece of hair falling from her messy bun and brushing on her cheek. "It didn't mean anything and he pushed me away before it could get to deep."

"The fact that he had to push you away is what makes my stomach sick. you wanted to kiss him,"

Your voice trails off into a soft whimper at the thought as you take another step back and place a hand over your mouth so a sob couldn't escape. you look away from the girl because at the moment, you couldn't bear to see her face.

"Please just let me explain-"

You snap you're gaze up, a very heated one that causes Vada to swallow hard but didn't say anything.

Your girlfriend took thins as a sign to continue. she opened her mouth to speak but then her phone started to ring. You furrow your brows and watch as Vada pulls out her phone from her short pocket.

"It's Mia."

Your jaw clenched "Answer it.."

Vada's head snaped up and you could see she was fighting a battle. she knew if she left here she'd never see you again, but she also knew that Mia needed her She was in a hard place with only one decision to make, she answers the phone.

"Hey Mia."

Your hard twists in pain at the way her voice switched to a sweeter version of it self. One she's used on you plenty of times. you turn your head away and do your best not to watch her. The start of a panic attack could be felt, you tried to shake it of but it was no use. you deserved better.

"I kinda cant right now Mia, I'm doing damage control."

Oh, so you were damaged and needed to be controlled? thats when the doubt started to settled in. Maybe Vada didn't want you because you were to damaged. Maybe all of the weight of your past was to much for her. Maybe Mia could give her a better life, hell even Quinton he was a good gut, right?

"If it all works out then sure,"

You hear Vada say though it was distorted, Kind of like your head had been submerged under water.

Vada hangs up the phone call only to toss her phone behind her on the floor. That's when she looked up and noticed how you were staring out your window, your hands were trembling.

"Y/n…"

"Do you want to be with Mia?"

Vada stares on in confusion as you slowly turn to face her, tears dripping down your cheeks. Vada knew she fucked up.

"Am I too much for you? Too much that you had to find safety in Mia and Quinton?"

"No! That's not what this is about."

"Then tell me Vada! Because I'm on the verge of a panic attack and if you don't explain to me right the fuck now why you chose to ignore me for weeks while kissing other people behind my back, I will make this decision for you." You suck in a deep shuddery breath, "and I promise, you will not like the outcome."

Vada chewed on her lower lip. You weren't normally an angry person, most of your anger would always be bottled up until it was too late and you'd burst. Well, you've built up enough anger to let that bottle shatter. And Vada knew that. But she also knew you weren't threatening to harm her, you were threatening your relationship with her. Something you've never done before, but something you've talked about. You promised Vada that if she ever cheated on you, you'd break up with her.

"After the shooting, I stopped feeling things. I was numb for a while. And I didn't want to pull you down with my negativity." Vada started, "Mia and Quinton were in the stall with me when it happened so I felt obligated to make sure they were okay. Quinton watched his brother die and it made me feel bad for him because that could have been my sister."

Your eyes soften at the thought of Amelia, the poor girl had called you a few times during Vada's weeks worth of dissociating.

"The things I did weren't me, I wasn't even present for most of it. I had clocked out and was on autopilot or some shit."

Vada was slowly taking steps towards you, and while you wanted to be far away from her, your back pressed against the wall behind you from the amount of steps you took to keep the space between her, which made you trapped. You could have walked around her but she was fast, faster than you, so she'd easily catch you.

"Mia and I kissed. And we almost went further than that but she stopped it. Told me I had a girlfriend and made me realize I wasn't being fair to you."

"Oh my god…." A hand presses over your mouth as you look away from the girl, tears falling again now that more of the truth is coming out.

"Y/n, listen to me." Vada tried again but this time you weren't having it.

"You almost fucked Mia?!"

Vada sighed and nodded her head.

"Get out…" you were seething.

"No, baby please…"

"You don't have the right to call me that! Not after what you did!"

Vada stood her ground, she wasn't about to lose you.

"I'm not leaving."

You could feel annoyance swell up in your chest. You just wanted to be alone, to process the heartache but Vada was inching towards you. The longer you stared at her, the more betrayed you felt. Could you even forgive her? You could barely stand to look at her. She was crying too but it had stopped a bit ago and now she just looked determined. She was absolutely beautiful but at the same time, you couldn't recognize her. Vada had changed and you weren't sure if you liked it or not.

"Vada, if you don't leave then I'll call my brother and have him make you leave…" you threatened.

She says nothing, just keeps stepping closer. You both hold eye contact for a moment, neither of you breathing, before your hand shoots out and grabs the phone off your desk next to you. Vada rushed forward quickly and pinned her entire body against yours, both hands gripping your wrists.

"Let me go!!" You cry out and try to get your hands free but Vada was strong, maybe too strong.

"Not until you calm down!"

"I am calm!"

The struggle lasted for a few minutes as Vada fought you for your phone, trying to take it but you managed to switch it to your other hand. Vada's face being close to yours.

"Let me go ..just let go!" You started to sob as you desperately tried to get your phone, fighting against Vada's hold. But eventually she won and tossed your phone behind her where it lay next to hers on the ground.

She then slipped her thigh up and pressed it between your legs in order to lock you, though it caused different effects as your body tingles from the sudden touch. You gasp and look down at the girl. The girl who had been your first everything. When your eyes connect with hers, you could still see the love she held for you. It made you cry harder but Vada wasn't having it. Vada wanted you. She wanted to prove that to you. So she pushed forward and kissed you.

It was like second nature to you. Vada knew her way around your mouth, knew what to touch with her tongue that would make you buckle at the knees, knew what techniques could make you succumb to her. She remembered it as clearly as you did. So when you try to push her, albeit weakly, Vada pressed her entire body closer until her thigh pressed into your core. You moan into her mouth as the anger slowly dissipates into lust, though it lay dormant at the surface.

Vada parts from your lips in order to pepper kisses along your cheek and jaw, letting you catch your breath as she thrusts up against you. Your body betrays you and you're left grinding down on her thigh.

"….let go .." you beg, and this time she does. So your hands move to grab onto the back of her shirt. The rhythm between you two was matched, you easily became in sync with her movements until you were both one unit, dry humping against your wall. You didn't care, this was the first time Vada paid any attention to you and against your better judgment, you soaked it all up like a dry sponge.

Vada was busy creating a hickey on the side of your neck while both of her hands gripped your hips to keep you from going anywhere. Your hands tugged at her shirt until it was being pulled over her head. Which left behind her sports bra and shorts. You then, with the little self control you did possess, pushed her away. Vada stumbled back with an undignified sound as the both of you stared at the other.

You panted heavily, lips swollen and neck throbbing from the mark that would take pounds of makeup to cover, as you take in Vada's form.

"If you don't fuck me like you mean it, I'll kick you out of here myself and you'll never see me again." You demand, venom lacing your voice that made Vada shiver. She grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you back to your bed. A/n sorry i could not give the full chapter cause tumblr would not let me go through the word limit mark thing but got this on Wattpad and got permission from the author so if you want part 2 with the full fic & the book ( on wattpad ) tell me A/n here the full book

#vada cavell x reader #vada cavell #lesbian reader #lesbian #gay af #vada cavell x reader smut

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(Smut/Drabble) Is It Casual Now? CisF! Reader x Yara Greyjoy

Summary: Y/N, a member of Yara's crew and longtime fling, finds herself struggling to face the reality of the Ironborn serving a Targaryen tyrant, especially after Yara's confession.

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST! It's horny but it's sad. Oral sex, f/f, lesbianism (but that's a blessing), angsty sex, sad sex, crying

A/N: YES the title is based off of Casual by Chappell Roan. Every time I listen to it I can't help but imagine something angsty with Yara.

NO MINORS BEYOND THIS POINT

The boat crashing against the rage of the sea only slammed your hips farther onto Yara's fingers as you struggled to keep yourself upright. Her hips worked some to hold you in place on top of the crate you sat upon, but still you tethered yourself on a rope hanging from the ceiling of the steerage.

Your moans were partially washed out by the creaking of the boat and partially by the way she smothered your lips in her own, and when she groaned back into you, your hand dropped and wrapped around her neck, deepening the kiss in a clash of teeth and tongue.

This wasn't unusual for the two of you. You'd been the only female member of her crew for quite some time, and like any of the men on board, you two preferred to find solace in the arms of a woman. It had never been anything serious, and it had always been something kept mostly private. Yara loved good company, but with a member of her crew could put her authority in jeopardy.

However, there was something unusual about the way Yara's mouth wandered to your neck. There was something entirely unusual about the way that she, rather than a simple bite on the shoulder to stifle her own noises, worked a deliberate mark right at the base of your jaw. In all three years of your little secret, Yara had never made such intentions present.

This new sensation pulled little gasps from you that floated right to Yara's spine, sending a shiver down it, so she continued placing her claim at the base of your throat, in the dip of your neck, under your ear, creating bruises that eventually washed to the other side of your throat as well.

Her fingers pumped ferociously inside of you, carelessly bruising every sweet spot like it was her last moments on this earth. When you cried out against her, she cooed into your ear so sweetly that you couldn't even form the words to tell her to stop (not that you would want to).

"Are you going to cum for me, sweetheart?" She whispered into your ear, and you shuddered, letting out a breathy laugh.

"N-no," you said, knowing it was the complete opposite of the truth. It was impossible for you to not to, especially when you knew she could feel the way you pulsed around her fingers, the way you gushed into her palm with every push, and the twitch of your thighs with every gentle curl.

"I don't think so," you murmured, letting a teasing smile slip.

Yara shook her head, chuckling and digging her fingers into a particular spot that had you almost jumping out of your seat. She watched, lips parted as your head fell back against the wall of the ship and your eyes fought not to squeeze shut.

"Your cunt is telling me a different story," she growled. She pressed her hand into your lower stomach, building another toe-curling pressure inside you as she held you in place. She kissed you sweetly after you let out a small cry, then sank to her knees.

You watched as Yara turned her focus to mouth at your clit, the vulnerability in her kneeling not slipping past you. The admiration in her eyes, the intensity of her passion - these things did not go unnoticed, and you felt your eyes begin to water. Tingles worked their way up your shoulder, and your ears rang as she pulled moan after moan from you. Your fingers dug into the crate, and you looked down at her with flushed cheeks.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but every other beat pulled a painful chord in your chest, and Yara could feel the way you began to choke up. Her hand slipped down to rub your thigh affectionately, but you instinctively grabbed it, interlacing your fingers.

Your eyes began to burn and blur as salty tears slipped down your rosy cheeks, and Yara squeezed your hand, watching the way you rested your other hand over your forehead, too mixed up between the climaxing pleasure and your longing heart to stay still.

"Yara," you whimpered out, "I'm, I'm-" But you couldn't get it out. It was all too much, the banging in your chest, the way Yara's fingers opened you up as easily as two flower petals, the way she made out with your sex like it was the love of her life, the way she had made it obvious to anyone who looked at you for the next week what had happened, and how they would know exactly who did it--

-- if you made it to the end of the week.

Tensions were high in all parts of the world, and the recent alliance between the Iron Islands and Daenerys Stormborn had completed changed the basis of the Ironborn way of life, and every member of the fleet in particular was feeling the effects of it.

Being pulled so far away from home, losing friends and family members too far from the sea to even retrieve them, and now you were following the trail of the dead with Yara to meet the queen who had started all of this, who had threatened and reconstructed an ancient way of life.

"What do you mean you don't want to go?" Yara stuttered, looking at you in disbelief. "That's not your decision to make, Y/N."

You stood on the other side of the room, running your hands through your hair. Your fight had echoed through the halls of Pyke until Yara had had enough and pulled you into a private room, but even now, passerby stopped to listen in.

It wasn't that you were a particularly disobedient soldier. You had always trusted Yara with your life, obeyed every command, even if that meant returning to her drenched in blood and void of emotion. She was your Captain, your Queen, and you had promised your life to her.

"Why are you serving her?" You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. "She's not even Ironborn, and you've known her for all but a few weeks, and now you've bent the knee?"

"Y/N," Yara stepped forward cautiously, but you waved her off, stepping back. She could feel the heat radiating off of you, feel the anger ripping at the air, threatening the foundation of this offhand non-commitment commitment you had to each other.

"No, Yara!" You exclaimed, "I won't go off to die in the middle of some fucking sea-less dessert for some woman I've never met!"

"She is the Dragon Queen!" Yara argued back, slowly letting her own temper slip from her. "She is the breaker of chains! She will bring no harm to the islands - you know I would not allow that."

You turned to her, eyes burning with rage, and met her face.

"Oh, but you have so willingly sacrificed everything the Ironborn stand for and everything we are for her!" You screamed. Yara stared fiercely down at you, though she did not respond. "And for what? What do we receive in return?"

Still, Yara said nothing. This irritated you even further, so you went further, going so far as to push Yara back. She let you, still quiet.

"You cannot kill another Ironborn, so what, you've taken to dragging us far away and drowning us all in her name?" You hissed. "What has she promised you? Or are you truly just so wound up in some foreign woman's cunt you would erase everything we have worked for?"

You went to push her again, but Yara grabbed on to your wrists. She dragged you forward, bringing you until you were so close you thought she might kiss you if it weren't for the circumstances.

For a long moment, you stared at each other, rage stirring and boiling at the very sight of each other, at the implications you had grown to believe about each other during this fight.

Then, Yara opened her mouth.

Nothing came out at first, simply a few stuttered breaths, then a glance away. And though you had quite a few times before worked Yara up to the point of chosen silence, never had you rendered Yara speechless.

Then, she looked back down at you, and swallowed thickly. Her expression had changed, twisted into a much more somber one.

"If I die out there," she whispered, "I cannot die without you."

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britany1997 · 1 year

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can you write the lost boys having a lesbian bff? i feel like the dynamic would be sm fun

Shared Interests:

(When I first got this ask I was like, ‘Oh so you mean the boys and Star?’ Lol)

Poly! Lost boys with a lesbian bff

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Paul whistled as he watched a stunning brunette saunter down the boardwalk. “Damn” he said, “I love Santa Carla.” You placed your arms on his shoulder and peaked around.

“She is gorgeous,” you said, “you think she listens to girl in red?”

“Hey back off!” Paul said back, brushing you off his shoulder, “I saw her first!”

“Yeah but I’m gonna get her number first,” you told him slipping away.

“Hey no fair!” He yelled after you, crossing his arms and pouting.

The boys laughed to themselves as they watched Paul sulk, while you spoke with the brunette. “Better luck next time Paulie,” David said.

After awhile you walked back over, hands behind your back. “So?” Paul asked. You smiled and flashed Paul a card with the woman’s number.

Paul sighed and nodded, “game respects game,”he said.

You laughed, “actually she’s straight, but I told her my handsome blonde friend was single,” you told him, winking.

You flipped the card over to display the other side which read -xoxo Sasha call anytime;)

Paul picked you up and twirled you in the air while you giggled uncontrollably. “You’re the absolute best!” He said “I owe you one!!!” Then he put you down as he ran off to catch up with Sasha. You rolled your eyes as you turned to Marko.

“Still wanna do it?” You asked him

His lip quirked up into a half-smile, “of course,” he said while slipping you a folded piece of paper.

You unfolded the paper and flashed him a matching smile. “Perfect,” you said.

Back at the cave, you had Marko sitting on the fountain, with your tattoo gun in your gloved hand. “Now I’m just going to tell you now, this is a pretty big piece and it might take a couple hours. Are you sure you’re gonna be able to stay still for all that time?” Marko rolled his eyes, “of course,” he said, annoyed, “what am I six?” You stared at him for a second in silence. He rolled his eyes, “ok ok, I’ll stay still, c’monnnn” You looked down at the picture he’d sketched out for you.

“Why is the bat flying away from a burning building?” You asked him.

“Because he set the building on fire,” he told you matter-o-factly

“Oh, so the bat’s you?” You asked back laughing to yourself

He smirked, “of course,” he told you.

You smiled as you dipped the needle into the ink and positioned the stylus so that your hand would be steady. The needle sprung to life and started buzzing as it made contact with Marko’s skin. You held your other hand against his arm, keeping the skin flat so you could have a steady canvas on which to place Marko’s design.

After an hour passed, you watched as Marko’s knee bounced up and down rapidly. His hyperactive spirit was, normally, one of your favorite things about him. But if he made you mess up this design, you’d have to stake him.

You sighed and turned the gun off, “need a break?” you asked him.

He whipped his head around to look at you. “Please?” He pleaded, “I’m dying over here.”

You laughed, “aren’t you already dead?”

He rolled his eyes, but smiled as you, “can’t you just shut up and let me run around a bit?” He asked.

“Go ahead,” you said, shaking your head at his dramatics.

You sighed as you watched him sprint off, placing your tattoo gun in its case for the time being. You picked up your tote bag and headed to Dwayne’s alcove. He was reading his beat up copy of Animal Farm as you walked in.

“Re-reading?” You asked him

“At least once every two years,” he told you, dog-earring the page he was on. “What’s up?” He asked you.

You dug around in your bag for a bit before pulling out his heavily tabbed copy of the Bell Jar, “brought this back,” you said, holding it out for him. “We’ll have to find time to discuss I have…thoughts.”

He smiled as he took the book back from you, “thanks, I’d love to,” he told you. “Let me grab yours,” he said before reaching over to his milk crates full of books, and pulling out a copy of The Collected poems of Emily Dickinson. “She’s a talented wordsmith,” he said, placing the book in your hands, “thanks for recommending.”

You flashed him a smile, “anytime,” you told him.

He grabbed Anna Karenina from his crates and handed it to you, “I put aside this one for you to read next” he told you.

You flipped through it groaning, “almost nine hundred pages Dwayne?” You whined, “not all of us have an eternity of time to read books!”

He smirked at you, “guess you better go ahead and get started then hmm?”

You sighed as you trudged out of Dwayne’s room, the massive book weighing down your tote bag. As you walked into the main lobby of the cave, you caught sight of David sitting in his wheelchair throne. He turned to face you as you strolled in.

“Got a light?” He asked you.

You fished around in your bag before pulling out your lighter, “only if you’ve got an extra cig,” you replied.

He rolled his eyes but handed one to you. You lit his before lighting yours, then the two of you descended into comfortable silence as you smoked.

“You think Paul’s scared that girl off yet,” he asked you out of nowhere.

You chuckled to yourself “are you really in any position to judge his flirting methods?” You asked, “he told me about Michael in ‘87.”

David grumbled something under his breath about muzzling Paul while you laughed. You looked around a bit, noticing Marko was still no where in sight. You looked down at your watch, grimacing when you saw how late, (or early) it was.

“I should probably head back,” you said tossing your cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with your boot. “Tell Marko I said we’ll finish outlining his tattoo tomorrow yeah?”

David snorted, “yeah good luck with that”

You rolled your eyes, “maybe we can sedate him or something, that should keep him still.”

David smirked as he took another drag, “till tomorrow night?” He asked.

“Till tomorrow night,” you replied.

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I hope you like this! Huge thanks to @crustyraccoon who reached out after I posted that I was feeling burnt out on inspiration and offered to help🥹 they were kind enough to help brainstorm some ideas for this w me and pre-read this for me:) so grateful for my amazing mutuals who encourage me❤️❤️❤️

(Note: I almost had Dwayne reading the Communist Manifesto in this but I thought that might have been a little too on the nose lol)

Taglist:

@ghoulgeousimmaculate @misslavenderlady @solobagginses @altierirose

#the lost boys #dwayne lost boys #paul lost boys #david lost boys #marko lost boys #tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #lost boys headcanons #the lost boys fic #poly lost boys #lesbian reader

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𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

abby anderson x fem!reader

summary - twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. or in simpler terms, abby licks your pussy like it's a candy cane.

contains - smut, oral, fluff, no outbreak, mentions of gay awakening, a sprinkle of overstim, not beta read

author's note - this is my wife (real)

THE night started out really simple. You and Abby in matching pajamas cuddling on the couch. A small tartan blanket draped over the two of you as you watched the best Christmas movie in existence, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. It was a classic Christmas movie and your favorite.

It got to the point where Cindy Lou Who interviews multiple people about the Grinch. Your eyes stay transfixed on the screen when Martha May Whovier comes on screen. She was the reason why you found out you liked women. At the ripe age of six, you felt a thrumming in your chest every time that woman came on screen. With her exquisite outfits and beautiful expressions, everything about her screamed lesbian awakening.

Abby was bored. She loved spending time with her wife, but they weren’t really spending time. You were fully focused on the movie and you weren’t focusing on her. After a long day at the office, all she wanted was for her wife to dote on her like she usually did.

Was Abby jealous? No, there was no way that Abby was jealous of a fictional character that subsequently led her wife to her. No way…

Okay so maybe Abby was a little jealous, but she loved you and wanted to be with you. If she could mend your two bodies together forever, she would.

Mend your bodies together…Now, that’s something she could do.

Abby started by kissing your cheek, watching as you melted into her embrace. Your focus wasn’t completely on her though. Your eyes were still glued onto the screen. Now, that just wouldn’t do. She took your chin in between her fingers and kissed you on the lips. The kiss was soft and warm, like the hot chocolate the two of you made earlier. She could still taste the faint chocolate flavor on your lips.

“Abby, what are you doing?” you whispered as you gently pulled away from the kiss.

She didn’t answer you. She simply asked, “want me to stop?”

You shook your head. You didn’t want her to stop in the first place. Her strong arms caged you under her. The couch wasn’t big enough for the two of you, which meant that Abby had to settle in between your legs. Abby looked down at you, causing soft blonde waves to form around you.

She pressed her lips against yours again, relishing in the way your lips felt against hers. You were her wife: so soft, so pretty, so perfect.

She trailed her lips along your cheek, down your neck, and settled on the fabric draped on your chest. The matching pajamas were cute, but they were obstructing the view of her beautiful wife, and that just would not do.

Sensing some hesitation, you begin to undo the buttons on the front of your pajamas. Abby watches as your fingers slowly move to unhook each button. Her eyes flick up to your face and she sees the small smirk painted on your lips.

She smiles softly at you, relishing in the fact that this was her life. After her father died, she gave up on all hopes of finding “the one” and focused on her work. Now, four years later, here she was. Looking down at the woman she loved while some Christmas movie was playing in the background.

You tossed your top to the side, leaving the top half of your body in nothing but a plain white bra. The fat of your boobs spilled out of your bra. Abby’s hands trailed along your collarbones, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Abby asked. No matter how eager you seemed right now, she always wanted to make sure that this is what you want. She needed you to know that even if you gave consent right now, you can always back out later on. “Yes,” you breathe.

Abby’s strong hands kneaded the fat of your boobs, slowly sliding your bra down your chest. Your boobs bounced out of your bra as Abby unhooked them. Your bra found its place on the floor next to your top that you had forgone earlier in the evening.

The cold December air filled the living room and caused a chill to run down your spine. The fire Abby lit earlier did nothing to warm you up. Abby’s fingers teased around your sensitive nipples already hard from the cool air. Abby’s mouth encased your nipple, the heat of her mouth causing you to arch your back. She switched from one to the other, giving each of your tits the same love.

Her hands were warm now, each of them trailing up and down the sides of your body. They traced the outlines of your body. One hand traced the expanse of your stomach all the way down to the waistband of your pants. Abby’s hand teased the skin of your hips. She traced shapes on them as she kissed her way down to the front of your pajama pants.

Abby looked up at you for a few seconds, giving you time to rethink your decision. You nodded your head, giving her the okay to do whatever she wanted to you. Tonight and every night, you were hers to love extensively.

With that, she shimmies your pajama pants down your legs. Her strong hands now caress the soft flesh of your thighs. She uses this opportunity to slowly part your legs, relishing in the fact that you're wearing red underwear. Simple and festive, but also sexy and tempting. Abby kisses the exposed skin on the inside of your thigh. Her fingers trace the waistband of your underwear, teasing you. It gets to the point where you’ve become impatient. You buck your hips, causing Abby to pull her head away. Her eyes narrowed at you as you smiled innocently at her.

“Stop being a brat,” she huffs.

You raise your brow, challenging her demand. “Stop teasing,” you reply.

Abby shakes her head in disbelief. She isn’t mad, she’s more amused at your defiance. She resumes her place at your center, this time taking off your underwear in one swift move. Now, you’re completely bare. The cold air does nothing to quell your shivers, but when Abby’s mouth finds its place on your sensitive clit all is forgotten.

She starts off slow, savoring the way you taste. No matter how many times she goes down on you, she’ll never get tired of your taste. It’s utterly feminine: soft, and warm. It almost tastes like home.

Abby traces circles along your clit with her tongue. She watches as your breathing becomes ragged, the way your chest rises and falls. You're so lost in the pleasure that you barely notice that Martha May is still on screen, this time she’s dressed in the Holiday Cheermeister outfit - your favorite. Abby’s eyes scan the rest of your body. The lights on the Christmas tree reflect off of your skin and create an ethereal glow around you. Once again, Abby can’t believe that you are real. In her eyes, you were a goddess: so beautiful, so brave, so confident. Her, a measly mortal unworthy of your love.

Back in reality, Abby’s index fingers teased your entrance. Already wet from her incessant lapping at your clit, your insides welcomed Abby with little protest. Abby stopped her lapping at your clit for you to completely feel her fingers inside of you. They brushed up against your G-spot, causing you to let out a silent moan.

Your hands found solace on your breasts, pinching and kneading them like they were dough. Abby continued pumping her fingers in and out while also tracing circles on your clit. You were close, you could feel it, and so could Abby. Your nostrils flared as you tried to hold it for as long as you could. You wanted this to last forever, but all good things come to an end.

Your entire body tensed as your pussy spasmed, releasing your juices everywhere. Abby’s fingers traced light circles around your clit, guiding you through your orgasm. Your hips twitched from overstimulation, and Abby slowly took her hand off your pussy.

Abby licked her fingers clean, tasting all of your essence. You watched as she did so. Her eyes closed in delight at the taste of you on her tongue.

Abby left you alone for a second, but only a second as she came back with a small piece of cloth and a water bottle. She made you drink the water as she cleaned you up. Your sensitive pussy was coated in your arousal. “Damn girl, you made a mess,” Abby smirked as she threw the piece of cloth on the floor. Speaking of, she helped you redress in your pajamas.

The two of you continued the night as planned. Both of you on the couch, blanket on top of you, and your favorite Christmas movie. You couldn’t have asked Santa for anything better.

#abby anderson tlou2 #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson smut #lesbian reader #lesbian #christmas

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yandere-toons · 9 months

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im obsessed your honor

In all honesty, I adore the concept of a platonic yandere who doesn't try to ruin every other relationship in their obsession's life. They're content with being the No. 1 friend and support any romantic escapades, assuming they approve of the partner, of course.

I imagine Steelbeak has tagged along on quite a few of the dates as what he calls a "wingman/bodyguard". When he can't be there in person or the lesbian reader asks him not to this time, he has Gandra hack the date spot's CCTV or a Find My Phone app so he can remain in the loop.

No doubt: FOWL has a surveillance system for Bradford to monitor his agents and rival powers. You end up with Bradford watching Steelbeak watch the date for the 50th time that day.

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albert-whiskersss · 9 months

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Countess's Favorite- Lady Dimitrescu

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After moving to Romania to evade troubles back home, you find yourself working as a handmaiden for the house of Dimitrescu. You'd seem to have taken a liking to The Countess, Alcina Dimitrescu. One night, Alcina called you to her dressing room with a spilled mess of wine, not expecting a sudden turn of events.

-MINORS DNI-

[CONTENT WARNING]

sexual content, vaginal fingering, oral sex, blood play, human x vampire relationship, size difference, lesbian sex, (sort of) knife kink (Lady D's nails are sharp so idk)

It was the late 1960s in Romania. You’d moved there hoping to find some sense of peace within yourself. After searching for a proper town to live in, you found a village full of lively people. They had always talked about the castle just east of where you lived. The village-goers mentioned how the countess, Alcina Dimitrescu, was a ruthless woman thirsting for blood. Morbid curiosity took over you, and you set course to hopefully become a handmaiden; it would provide a comforting home, food, and something to do to kill time.

You arrived just a day later, and they happily took you in with open arms. Countess Alcina was a tall woman. Well, tall was a complete understatement. She stood around a staggering 9 feet. It was nothing like you had ever seen before. Her daughters were kind, politely asking you to go outside for them to fetch things. It seemed they despised the outside. It was thought-provoking as to why everyone in the village said the house of Dimitrescu was ruthless and bloodthirsty. That was until you’d worked there for a while longer. Handmaidens seemed to come and go as quickly as they came, disappearing without a trace. It was a while until you learned from Alcina that she was the one getting rid of them. Alcina trusted you enough to tell you such grisly things about what she did to them; she was a bloodthirsty woman. She feasted upon the handmaiden’s blood if they weren’t working correctly and tossed them in the cellar, letting a mold you still did not understand eat away at their bodies. It was shocking knowing Alcina trusted you enough to tell you such information. Though, you felt pride grow within your body with each passing day, knowing she kept you around longer than others.

You hated to admit it, but after the handful of months you’d served the Dimitrescu family, you took a liking toward Alicna. It was more than a liking. It killed you to figure out you were in love with the woman you served. That was why you left your country to find your inner peace; loving a woman wasn’t socially acceptable in the slightest. Your family disowned you for it. You had nothing to live for then, so escaping all of your issues seemed the best option. Running away from such thoughts worked for a short amount of time. But Alcina came into your life, and every impure thought returned to you. Was it so wrong to want to love a woman? Why did it have to be frowned upon to love someone? The weight of societal norms prevented you from wanting someone you truly loved.

Unbeknownst to you, Alcina noticed your liking for her. You hid it horribly, in fact.

She could practically see hearts in your eyes whenever you gazed upon her. Alcina was not complaining, however. She loved the attention you gave her and only her. She loved how you carefully cared for her, listened to her rambles, cooked her food just as she loved it, cleaned her garments with such care as if they’d fray at any moment, and hummed along to the songs she played as you cleaned.

Alcina had called upon you one night to help with some cleaning duties. You quickly came to her aid, only to find a large bottle of wine spilled all over the dressing room. You looked around before looking at Alcina, seeing her frantically cleaning her dress with a wet handkerchief. “What happened, My Lady?” You asked.

Alcina stood up straight and sighed deeply, a look of annoyance and anger engraved into her face. “I knocked the wine off of my vanity.” She mumbled. “Help me clean this godforsaken mess.” You nodded and scurried off to find some cleaning supplies. You soon returned with them in hand, placing them by the door. It was going to be tough trying to get the deep red stains out of the hardwood flooring and the oriental rug, but it wasn't anything you couldn’t accomplish. You started by picking the bottle up and placing it back on the vanity. It had a distinct metallic and almost pungent smell to it, and you knew it was the Sanguis Virginis wine she’d told you about. It was a product of wine from her family’s vineyard, enhanced with the blood of past maidens. You brushed the thought of you possibly being next off and began mopping up the mess. Thankfully, the wine hadn’t seeped into the wooden flooring just yet. After that was finished, you gathered up the rug and placed it outside the door to clean later on. Once you closed the door, Alcina let out a sharp sigh. You looked up at her, seeing her still trying to clean the stain from her dress. “My Lady, change into something else. I can clean that for you.” You went into her wardrobe and pulled out a slip dress. “It is nearing night, you can head off to your chambers and rest for a while.” You turned to her and held it out.

Alcina took the slip and discarded her dress. “Thank you, Maiden. You treat me all too well.” She smiled. She removed her hat and gloves, placing them in their respectful areas.

You watched her strip off her dress, leaving you completely entranced by her body. She was curvy, and it was perfect on her. Her undergarments were sheer, giving you a perfect look at her body. You snapped yourself out of your thoughts as she handed you the wine-stained dress, making you smile obliviously. You placed the dress on the arm of the day bed and walked over to the wine bottle. You then picked it up. “I will be back in a moment, I’m going to discard this empty bottle.”

Alcina threw her slip on and turned to you, storming over. “No!” She snatched the bottle from your hands.

“My Lady, it is empty; it has no use-”

A sudden backhanded slap across your face sent a searing burn on your cheek as you gasped out in pain. “You will not throw this bottle away, Maiden.” Alcina growled.

You nodded. “I’m so sorry, Countess.” You held your hand against your cheek to help numb the pain, though you felt a warm liquid seep between your fingers. You took your hand off your cheek and examined your fingers to find blood coating them. Alcina managed to scratch you. You looked up at Alcina with a scared look in your eyes. “I didn’t know that bottle held such importance. Please, forgive me.”

Alcina placed the bottle back on the vanity and grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up to her. She ran her thumb across your cut cheek, smiling as she watched you wince in pain. She let go and stuck her thumb against her lips, licking up your blood. “Your blood is sweet, Maiden.” She hummed happily.

You watched as she licked the blood from her thumb. Heat welled in your body from embarrassment, knowing she was practically getting off to your blood. “Thank you?” You didn’t know if it was a compliment or not.

Alcina leaned down and brought her face to yours, licking up the rest from your freshly bleeding wound. She exhaled deeply and groaned softly at the taste of your sweet blood. “I know you like this, Maiden.”

You closed your eyes as your breath shook, hoping to calm your nerves just a little. You loved it. It made you dizzy just thinking about what she would do to you next. “Yes.” You whispered. You opened your eyes back up as Alcina pulled away. She tilted your head back up. Her face was dangerously close to yours.

“Tell me, Maiden, what have you thought of me doing to you all these times you and I were alone together?” She tilted her head and ran her thumb across your bottom lip.

“I…” your voice trailed off. You swallowed hard, unsure of what to say.

“Use your words, dear.”

“Touching me.”

“Like this?” Alcina ran her hand down your neck and chest, stopping at your waist. She caressed your body gently, watching you tilt your head back in pleasure. Your mouth hung open as she stopped in between your legs. You whined softly as she pulled her hand away. Just from her touch, you practically melted into a puddle beneath her. You could only nod as you remembered her asking.

“Now, lay down on the day bed. I’ll show you what you’ve been desiring, Maiden.”

You didn’t think twice about heading over. You sat down and watched Alcina stride over. She kneeled down and trapped you beneath her body. You hesitantly placed your hands on her shoulders, bringing them down her chest as you felt her soft skin beneath your fingertips. You honestly couldn’t care if she was a vampiric immortal being; you loved her for who she was through and through.

Alcina took your shoes off and lifted you up, undoing the lacing on the back of your dress. She removed it and eyed your body, eventually looking back at your face. She smiled as you stared at her in awe. “You're my favorite maiden, you know that?”

You nodded. “I figured.” You let out a breathy chuckle.

Alcina laughed and removed the rest of your clothing, leaving you completely bare. She reached down and took ahold of your breast, gently kneading it in her large hand. She then dragged her thumb across the top of your breast just above the nipple, watching your blood dot and pool on your skin. For good reasons, she did not go too deep, trying not to hurt you. The slight stinging pain made you groan. But it felt surprisingly good knowing it was Alcina doing it to you. Alcina leaned down and connected her mouth to your breast, licking and softly sucking at the blood. She hummed against you and pulled away as she licked the remaining blood from her lips. “Maiden, does that satisfy you?” The sweet, intoxicating scent of rose and jasmine perfume filled your senses as Alcina pressed herself against your body.

You were a panting mess at that point, being completely lust driven. “I…” You were too afraid to ask for more, worried she’d become mad.

“Say it.” “I want more. More of you. Please, My Lady.” You reached down between your legs and drew small and slow circles against your clit, feeling all too needy.

Alcina pulled your hand away. “We will get there soon. Don't be too impatient.” She cooed. You could only nod as Alcina leaned down and soon connected her lips with yours. There was a taste of blood mixed with wine in Alcina’s mouth, though you weren't complaining. If anyone else were to taste that way, you'd surely be disgusted. But you were head over heels for Alcina; anything she did, you wouldn't bat an eye at it.

Alcina moved her lips down your neck and to your sternum, eventually reaching your stomach. She loved hearing your moans at every little thing she did, knowing you were one to easily please. She pulled away and once again dragged her nail down your abdomen. She watched the blood pool and dove in, licking a long strip until she reached the top of your ribcage.

You shuddered as her warm tongue danced against your skin. “Alcina,” you whispered. You realized you called her by her first name and jolted ever so slightly. “I-I’m sorry. I didn't mean to call you by your first name.”

“It’s alright, Maiden. Just relax.” Alcina placed wet kisses down your body again, dodging between your legs and moving to your thighs. She slowly worked her way up to your pussy and hummed as she planted an open-mouthed kiss on it.

You swallowed hard and threw your head back. It’s definitely happening now. was all you could think of. Your hands found the plush fabric of the day bed, and you dug your nails into it. A shock of pleasure ran up your body as Alcina began to gently lap at your pussy. She circled your clit with her tongue before harshly pressing her tongue flat against you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you let out a sultry moan. Alcina just started, and she was able to work you well already. Fuck, if you spent the rest of your life like this, no one in the village or back home would ever see you again.

Alcina grabbed onto your thighs and spread your legs further apart as she continued to slowly lap at your pussy. She pulled away slightly and peered up at your pleasure-stricken face. “Does this satisfy you yet, Maiden?” She questioned as she brought her middle finger up against you, running it up and down your folds. She smiled and pushed her finger into you as you nodded, watching your face contort with satisfaction. She slowly worked her finger back and forth in you before adding another. Alcina was sometimes self-conscious about her large stature, but in times like these, those thoughts slipped her mind completely. She enjoyed nothing more than watching you try and fuck yourself against her fingers. She took your grinding as a sign and quickened her pace before connecting her mouth against your pussy again. Alcina flicked her tongue against your clit quicker, making your thighs twitch beneath her grip. You wanted to try and be at least a little quiet, but you couldn't help but let out moans here and there. She worked her tongue against you in every perfect way. She must've had past lovers from how much of an expert she seemed to be. Her fingers occasionally pressed up against your G-spot, making your back arch every time. No woman (and clearly no man) had ever seemed to find every spot within you that made your head spin with euphoria like Alcina did.

Alcina suddenly sucked on your clit for a few seconds and smiled against you as you tried to close your legs against her head. She moaned against you, sending another shock of pleasure through your body that made you near your orgasm already.

“My… Lady…”

Alcina let out another moan against you, acknowledging your nearing orgasm. She rubbed her tongue against your clit faster, making you let out a choked cry. You took in a shaky breath before moaning loudly. You rocked your hips against Alcina’s face and fingers as you came against her. It was slightly embarrassing to have come undone that quickly, but you hadn’t been fucked like that in a long time. You mumbled incoherencies under your breath as she began to fuck her fingers into you faster.

Alcina rode your orgasm out completely before pulling away. She moved back up to your face and deeply kissed you, letting you taste yourself against her tongue. She pulled away and took your bottom lip in between your teeth as she chuckled softly. She then let go of your lip and gently kissed your neck as she ran her hand up and down your side, hoping to calm your erratic nerves. “I hope that suffices, Maiden.” Alcina sat up on her knees and caressed your cheek gently with her thumb.

You sat up so your back was against the back of the day bed. “Do you need- help..?”

Alcina stood up and placed your clothing beside you. “No. I’ll be alright, love. Though, I expect the favor to be returned soon.”

“Gladly.” You responded with a smile. You stood up as well and got your clothing back on, as well as your shoes. Alcina seemed to recover quickly, but you were stuck in a dreamy haze from the sudden fucking you’d just received. You cleared your throat awkwardly and grabbed Alcina’s dress, walking over to the door. “Have a good night, My Lady.” You opened the door and looked over at her.

Alcina looked over at you and smiled. “You as well, Maiden.”

You smiled back and nodded once. “Thank you.” You stepped out and gently shut the door, looking around to make sure no one was near to have heard your ecstasy. You grabbed onto the rug that was by the door and walked off to your own quarters. You surely weren't going to sleep that night at the thought of what had suddenly happened in the dressing room. It felt exciting finally knowing the lust and love was returned.

Notes: Thank you for reading! I would've gotten this out way sooner if I wasn't flooded with work AUGFHB!!! But it's out now. I do post on AO3 as well! @ AlbertWhiskers

#lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitresxu x female reader #smut #resident evil #lesbian alcina dimitrescu #vampire x human #lesbian reader #afab reader #sapphic #resident evil village

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mydearzero · 2 years

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okay, what about a platonic imagine with eddie × fem!reader where she comes out as lesbian to him ? a duo in steve×robin style ? i would love to :)

This had me crying when I was writing it because it's basically the story of how I realised I was bi lmao but Eddie is the best boy and would be so so so supportive and I love this request a lot so here you go :)

girlsgirlsgirls | Platonic!Eddie x wlw!Reader

Summary: Eddie is your soulmate, your best friend. You couldn't help but be scared to come out. But you knew he'd accept you.

Angst & Fluff

Warnings: Internalised homophobia at it's finest. Coming out.

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Your ride or die. Your partner in crime. Your platonic soulmate. All of those things were ways Eddie could be described. He knew everything about you. Almost everything.

You knew Eddie wouldn't judge you if you told him. He'd be totally accepting and supportive. Yet something inside you told you to not tell a soul. But your soul and Eddie's were practically one, so did he really count under 'not telling a soul'? You weren't sure.

It had been eating you for a while, and you knew Eddie'd noticed. He'd ask, but you always came up with a lame excuse like school or something else trivial. It was gnawing at you. You ached to tell someone.

The more you tried to push it away, the more it consumed you. Just a thought sent you down a spiral. A spiral filled with thoughts of girls. Just girls. Girls, women, females, ladies. GOD, shut up.

You knew you couldn't hide it much longer. Not from Eddie.

"Hey, what's going on? Where's your head at?" Eddie poked your side as you gazed out the passenger-side window.

He finally graduated last week, time for a celebratory road trip. Road trips with Eddie were your favourite. Just him and you driving with no destination, music blaring through the van. You found any excuse to leave Hawkins with him.

You smiled at him and shrugged. "Just glad to be here and now with you." Your sunglasses hid your eyes, or he would've known more was definitely going on.

"Well, that's good. Because I wouldn't want it any different." Eddie was genuine, even when he couldn't look at you when he admitted he felt the same about your friendship. He might not always be open about his feelings, but he always guaranteed you felt loved and appreciated. He was truly one of the best people you'd ever encountered.

You turned to look back out the window. Nothing was on the horizon for miles but bugs and a few plants. Just the road, Eddie and you. The sun was starting to go down, and you felt nothing but grateful you got to run away from things every now and then with one of the people who mattered most.

When you saw a small lit-up 'OPEN 24H' sign pop up further down the road, you nudged Eddie and took off your sunglasses. When you drove near, you noticed it was a diner-motel combo. "Let's eat. I'm starving."

"Wanna stay here tonight? I can keep driving for a few, you know. Just sleep in the back?" Eddie suggested. You honestly preferred sleeping in the van. It reminded you of summers spent doing absolutely nothing, your favourite activity.

"Let's just eat and figure that out after we eat," you smiled and opened the van door. Tingles shot up your legs when your feet hit the gravel. You should really stop every now and then to stretch your legs, honestly.

You ran to the toilet and did your business. When you returned, Eddie'd already ordered your favourite drink for you. "What would I do without you, Munson." You grinned as you took a sip. "Already ordered food, too. Your favourite." Eddie beamed as he swirled his drink with his straw.

Eddie lit up a cigarette while you waited for your food. You pushed the ashtray on the table over to his side. You noticed the girl behind the counter give you an up and down. "I think she's into you." Eddie quipped. "Oh, shut up." You shot down the idea, maybe too quickly. Was she checking you out?

"What, would that be so awful?" Eddie laughed as he took another drag of his cigarette. The girl came over with your food. You kicked his shin to shut him up.

You ate your food in comfortable silence, but your thoughts were swimming. Drowning. Was the girl behind the counter checking you out? Was she checking Eddie out, only to check if you were his girlfriend? A mistake which was made many times. Did she just think you dressed weird? Was she one of those people opposed to smoking inside?

God, she's pretty.

You couldn't stop the blood from rushing to your cheeks. The girl really was gorgeous. You eyed her a few times, albeit inconspicuously. Eddie engulfed his food in record time. He stole a few items from your plate and urged you to finish your drink. "Made up your mind yet?" He asked. Your eyes widened. "What?" Was he onto you?

"About where y'wanna sleep?" His expression was confused. Was that not the last thing you had previously discussed? You let out a breath. "Right, sorry. Let's stay in the parking lot, but sleep in the van? Saves money, and I'm quite tired." You shrugged. "Good, I prefer the van anyways." Eddie slapped a couple of bills on the table before rising from the booth.

You glanced at the girl and gave her a small smile and wave before following Eddie out of the diner. She waved back with a polite customer service-like smile. Ouch.

Eddie stood behind you as you climbed the ladder to the roof of his van before following you up. It was the perfect spot to get high and contemplate life.

You laid in silence as you gazed at the stars. It was time, you decided.

"Hey, Eddie?"

"Hmm?" He didn't open his eyes, but you knew he was listening intently as he always was. You didn't know when he'd even closed them.

"Remember the day we met?" You started. How were you ever going to finish this conversation?

"Yeah, when you faceplanted right in front of me and ate dirt? Hilarious." Eddie laughed and opened his eyes. He laughed at your pained expression. "Did I ever tell you how I tripped?"

Nerves started crawling on the side of your neck. You felt like you were going to be sick. It's not that big of a deal, just tell him! He hummed a negative reply. You hadn't revealed to him why you'd tripped that day.

"So, you remember that day, right? Right. I was just sitting on a swing, doing my thing. I mean, I was a bit too old to be swinging anyways, right?" You were nervous. You were rambling. Shaking.

Eddie motioned for you to continue. "So, basically, what happened. Melissa got these new rollerskates, right. And they were so rad. I just wanted to get a better look at h- them. And I just wanted to see the tricks she could do because it was just so so cool."

Eddie cackled at the ridiculousness of the story. "So I got up from the swing with insane tunnel-vision. And then I tripped over a branch, right in front of you and ate dirt."

"Why are you telling me this now, all of the sudden?" Eddie laughed.

"You've noticed something has been up lately. I know you have." You sighed and turned to look at your best friend for the first time since starting the story. He nodded, expression turning serious. He knew you were finally about to tell him what had been bugging you.

"It wasn't the skates that had me going blind to the rest of the world, Ed." Tears started rolling down your face. Your body was tense, filled with anxiety.

His smile was pained. It had clicked, it must've. You knew he'd accept you, so why were you trembling so much? You saw tears form in his eyes, too. He grabbed your hands to still them. You pulled one free to wipe the tears from your face.

"It was Melissa." You finally sobbed. Eddie pulled you close instantly. You cried in the nape of his neck, not caring you'd get tears or other grossness all over him.

"I'm so fucking proud of you. And I'm so happy you trust me enough to tell me. And I love you so fucking much, no matter what. I love you." Eddie held you as you sobbed.

A flood of relief washed over you, and you just let it all go. The pent-up frustration of not knowing what would come of you. The anxiety of never being able to be yourself. Eddie understood. Eddie accepted it. Eddie accepted and loved you, no matter what.

"Thank you." You whispered.

"Anytime." He rubbed your back in comfort. When you finally calmed down enough to get a proper look at him, he had an expression of glee. Your face couldn't help but match his. You'd finally gotten it over with.

"So, you like girls, right? That's what I need to get out of this?" Eddie confirmed. You nodded and laughed, punching him lightly in the shoulder.

"Good, because that waitress was totally checking you out. We're going back in there and get her number. Right now."

"Right now? Ed, I'm a mess! You're a mess!" You gestured wildly between the two of you.

"That's even better. She'll know what she'll be getting into! We're a mess, but you're my mess and I'm yours. Kind of a messy package deal, if you will. 2 for 1 combo!"

"2 for 1 combo..." You grinned.

You did get her number. Eddie had to push you back inside the diner with all his power. But you'd actually gotten her number. Too bad she lived quite the road trip away from Hawkins.

You smiled to yourself when you heard Eddie's breathing slow in the back of the van. You didn't deserve him, really. He was the best friend anybody could ever wish for. For the first time in forever, you could sleep without anxiety creeping into your thoughts.

No matter what, you'd have Eddie by your side.

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